The year is 2277, 500 years after the bombs fell. The Vault Dweller has failed. The Brotherhood is left broken; factions wage wars across the Wasteland. The rise of the Enclave, headed by President Eden, is at hand. Along with the Super Mutant threat, the Capital Wasteland is once again thrown into turmoil. You play a vital role in the days to come. Will you strive to achieve peace in these barren lands, or bring hell upon those who wold do so? Will you go about your way, and leave the rest up to fate? Or will you, like many others, carve your path, climb to the highest peak, and claim it as your own? Either way, war is once again the deciding factor in the Wasteland's future.
(OoC)Damn... Triple post. Hit submit on accident :P
Now then, an explanation. I intend for this to be a collaborative role-playing story, set in the Fallout universe, namely the Capital Wasteland. Any and all may post here, but please be sure to say whether you are in-character or not, to avoid confusion.
If you wish to play a role in the story, you simply have to write an introduction including your name and location, and whatever you may be doing at the time. Your character will then be incorporated into the story (please note that you will still have to write your character's part). You may play as any being from the Fallout world, whether it be a Radroach or a Super Mutant. I don't really care what you choose, as long as you're happy with it.
No god-modding IC, spamming, flaming etc. Just follow the general rules of the forum. And please, be reasonable with what you choose to equip your character with.
Now then, on with the story.
(IC) Frank was wandering around the ruins of Springvale, scavenging for food, when he heard it. A sound he had associated for many years with death and destruction; the distant explosion of a bomb. The Talon Company was here. Carefully, Frank drew his pistol and crawled up behind the remains of a car. He heard more bombs going off, and what sounded like a shot from a plasma rifle. Slowly, he stood, raised his pistol, and fired. One merc dropped, cradling his leg, and the other two, finished with their prey, turned towards Frank and fired. He quickly dropped down befind the car again, heart racing. He checked his pistol's ammo, uttered a curse, and ran from the cover of the car towards the old gas station.
(IC) He had almost made it, when one of the mercs shot him in the shoulder, sending him crashing to the ground. He lifted his pistol and fired two shots into the closest chest he could find and dragged himself behind a blown out gas tank. "Come on out so I can rip you to shreds!" the last one standing yelled. Quickly, Frank popped a Stimpak and came out from behind his cover. The merc was holding a two by four with a few nails sticking out of it. He had run out of ammo. Frank raised his pistol, squeezed the trigger, and... nothing. They were both empty. "S***," Frank whispered under his breath. The merc raised the board and charged. Frank backed up against the wall and, right as his enemy was upon him, delivered a low kick to the gut, sending the merc to his knees. Wrenching the board out of it's owner grasp, Frank hefted it, and swung the nail-end into the merc's skull. The man dropped with a thud.
(IC) Miles away from Frank's run-in with Talon Company, just outside the town of Andale, a malnourished, sunburned wanderer collapsed from exhaustion. The last thing he heard before sleep stole him away was the cry of a child to his father. A cry for help.
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Hours later, Vincent Sanders woke up to the sound of Enclave Radio. "Ngh... Where... Where am I...?" he whispered to himself as he looked around the room. "You're in Andale, sir. Winner of Best Town in the U.S. for years!" Startled, Vincent jumped up and faced the unwanted answerer. It was a child, of around ten or eleven. He wore a baseball cap and a dirty Pre-war outfit. "I'm Junior, Junior Smith. My dad took you in, and now we're gonna help you." The boy seemed excited about this. "You don't get many visitors here, do you, kid?" Now Junior had a troubled look on his face. "We do, but... I'm not supposed to talk about it. Anyway, come on. We're about to eat." The boy ran into the kitchen and Vincent followed. "Oh, well look who's up and about! Feeling better, are we?" A cheery woman looked up from a stove in the corner. "Yes, ma'am. Thank you very, very much for taking me in. Uh, may I sit?" "Of course, of course! You're welcome here, come on, have a seat!" A balding, gray bearded man lowered his newspaper and beckoned for Vincent to sit down. "We love having visitors over for dinner! Please, sit!" Vincent complied obediently, and sat. The woman brought over a plate of strange-looking meat, but Vincent didn't care what it looked like. The wastes had hollowed his stomach, and he dug into the meat ravenously. It had a funny taste to it, but he put the thought aside as his senses were overwhelmed by the meat...
So is this an RPG game? Because the story makes it seem so. If it is then I wouldn't bother because I don't like RPG games, but for you, I would give this one a try.
Thanks, Bjiscuit. I just wish people would get stuff :P
New segment in about an hour or so. I suppose I'll build onto Vincent's story and go back to Frank afterward, unless Spence decides to show his scaly hide in here.
