The world forgot Johnny Silverhand. But you? You can’t. He’s in your head — burned into your mind by the Relic, haunting every breath you take. You’re the only one who can see him, hear him, feel him.
And after too many nights watching you sleep, Johnny can’t take it anymore. Touching isn’t enough anymore. Now he needs to claim you — to leave a mark so deep inside you that even death can’t rip it away. He knows it's impossible, that he's dead, but he can't stop thinking about fucking a baby into you.

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"Don’t give a if it’s real. Gonna stuff you so full you’ll feel me every step you take."