Even after the bombs fell, even after countries unleashed weapons beyond imagining on one another, even after lawlessness became the norm, people still expect their mail.
As a deadman, I'm uniquely suited to deliver it. Rads don't bother me, and people who try to hurt me typically wind up dead. Sure, humans may not like dealing with a face like mine, but hey, you can't beat my express rates.
A dystopian litrpg in the vein of Fallout and The Postman
*1500+ words per chapter
*Updates Tuesdays and Thursdays
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Deadman [LITRPG] | 8 | Ch 8: Not Alone | RoyalRoadL | |
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Deadman [LITRPG] | 7 | Ch 7: On the Road Again | RoyalRoadL | |
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Deadman [LITRPG] | 6 | Ch 6: One by One | RoyalRoadL | |
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Deadman [LITRPG] | 5 | Ch 5: The Long Machete of the Law | RoyalRoadL | |
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Deadman [LITRPG] | 4 | Ch 4: A Boon for Boon | RoyalRoadL | |
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Deadman [LITRPG] | 3 | Ch 3: Deadzone | RoyalRoadL | |
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Deadman [LITRPG] | 2 | Ch 2: A Kind Place | RoyalRoadL | |
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Deadman [LITRPG] | 1 | Ch.1: Neither Rain, Nor Sleet, Nor Bullets | RoyalRoadL |