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Pre-War Fallout Short Story about a ghoul (WIP)

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Alvarez:

--- Quote from: corosive on January 28, 2011, 01:21:27 am ---We got out of the car and walked towards the Mariposa entrance, crowded with would-be soldiers and rambling scientists, endlessly running in and out of the building. Some carrying strange boxes, others carrying what appeared to be occupied body bags. There was an off scent of Formaldehyde in the air. Some of the soldiers questioned us as we walked in, but Anderson played along and insisted that I was to be granted access to the facility. They couldn't refuse him. As we ascended upwards towards the very belly of the beast, my anxiety kicked in. All my fears were realized as I walked into Spindel's lab, he was submerging deserters into vats of what appeared to be the FEV.

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Is it a bit vague on intention, Corosive? Interesting plot, looking forward for next chapter:)

Y0ssarian:
bravo! :)

corosive:
what do you mean alva? "vague on intention"

he's going to see things for himself :P

DarkOne:
Teaser:

That's about all I've got so far, the rest is just drunken babblings.
"Well Gee-Wilikers! I ain't ever seen one of them thingy's before! What'chu guys call that?"
It's a holotape... you don't have any of those in your Vault?
"Well howdy do, I don't really know we must have had them funny tapes around but I reckon' I ain't ever really used one before. you know back home I did a lot of lifting."
Ya don't say? Man take those fucking goggles off they make you look stupid, you don't even need them anymore. "Sure thing buddy!" How the hell did you get picked anyways?
"Well I don't know, one day the Overseer said that dang water chip broke and that I would have to find a new one, apparently I was the only one that forgot to show up on stick pickin' day."

I contemplated taking this guy's PipBoy 2000 and leaving him dead in the wastes but he was just too damn clueless to kill, I felt compelled to help him. I told him that Bakersfield's Vault 12 had a working water chip but it was probably full of ghouls like me, whom also didn't like me. "Have you tried saying sorry" asked the Vault Dweller, no I replied because they just weren't the forgiving type. Over the coming months that Vault hick had a badass dog and some long haired guy following him, I didn't get too attached because I knew they would just end of dying out there in the wastes anyways. Over the following months I watched Ian almost kill the Vault Dweller atleast fifteen times out of pure accident, that dog also wasn't too smart.

I forgot to mention that it's 2162 now, most Vaults have opened and the whole wasteland is full of life again, hostile life. Raiders, bandits, rapists, murderers, thieves, hungry animals, aliens, mutants, you name it, it's all out there now. The wasteland is a harsh fucking place and the more guns you have on you the more different types of ammo you can use to keep these fuckers from blowing your brains out. Shit we had to kill almost everyone around Vault 12 after grabbing the waterchip, it's a long story and all but eventually Ian died and the Vault hick and I went back to Vault 13, his home.

Michaelh139:
Dammit you've inspired me, now instead of playing the game I'm going to be up all damn night creating my own fallout story.  thanks  ;)

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