• The Fallout Chronicles prologue
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All right, this is just some prologue I worked on a few months ago, hoping that maybe it could evolve into my first fan-fic. Right after I made this though, my muse dipped, and hiatus begun. Anyway, I'm hoping to perhaps start working on it again. It's based on the hit game Fallout if you couldn't guess by the title. Please comment and rate, bash if needed be, and excuse a few grammatical errors if any. IM me at [email]raidenx1300@aim.com[/email] if you want the Microsoft Word file for it. [quote]The Fallout Chronicles The World of Tomorrow is not as bright as it may seem. Imagine two universes. The balanced, technological world of today, and the other a 1950’s cultured U.S.A. hellhole littered with the propaganda and technology from a future imperfect world. At least half the world’s been dumped with nukes, leaving an ungodly amount of radiation and corruption in its path. Needless to say, America is not what it used to be. Especially the so called ever-lasting, political landmark and machine- oh yes, Washington D.C. aka The Capitol Wasteland, circa 2277. First off, it’s nothing short of a fucking desert, and 99% of the water supply has been irradiated, so good luck trying to find an oasis. That is, if you can survive to find it. If you’re stupid enough to be cruising around the Wasteland, make sure to bring some sugar for your friendly neighbors, the Raiders! If you’re not running by the time you see that these people are sick enough to be wearing masochistic themed outfits in the middle of nowhere, maybe you’ll reconsider when they start lighting you up with Pre-war shotguns, rifles, hell, maybe a missile launcher or two. If you survive that encounter, start heading toward the hills before the obscenely large Radiated Scorpions, oh so cutely nicknamed Radscorpions for short, come to pick off the scraps of the hundreds of thousands of carcasses left in this Wasteland. You might just be next! But they’re not the only animals in this petting zoo of hell. There’s the oversized mole rats, vicious dogs, which surprisingly haven’t been affected from the radiation, and the oh so cuddly, Yao Guai. These are the most likely last remaining descendants of the famous black bears of Maryland. Except these ones will attack you on sight, run faster than most locomotives, and have nails longer than your Grandma’s Christmas sweaters. Oh, and those brown, lizard, overtly nailed beasts people call the Deathclaws? Who knows where the fuck they come from. Won’t much matter once they tear you apart. If you’re lucky enough though, you might make some friends before this is all over. First of all, they’re still are humans, OTHER than the Raiders. Sadly for me, not everyone’s out to kill you. You got the eccentric citizens of Megaton, the high and stuffy residents of Tenpenny Tower, the vampire cultured “Family”…… Oh, and the members of the Republic of Dave? Yeah. Have fun with them is all I can tell you. And remember; Ghouls are people too! Sure, they have no real outer skin to speak of, smell kinda’ like they should be in a coffin, and pretty much look like zombies out of some cheesy undeade flick, but they do have emotions underneath their irradiated bodies and the want to survive much as you do, so please, don’t take out your rifle and scream “ZOMBIE!” like a jackass for every Ghoul you encounter. But those Feral Ghouls? Well, they basically ARE mindless zombies! Go trigger-happy on them as much as you like. But there is absolutely no one as friendly as the Brotherhood of Steel. The gun-toting, Power Armored, bad boys of the Wasteland. My advice: DON’T SCREW WITH THEM. Sure, they’re a little silent and shunning, but these guys fight your battles so YOU don’t have to. But they don’t much pester with all the dangers I’ve told you of before; That’s small game to the Brotherhood. No no, they have bigger interests in mind. Super Mutants. As if regular mutants weren’t enough, you got those motherfuckers to deal with. Think of a yellow and blotched skin, 8 ft-10ft Frankenstein, covered in scrounged up pieces of armor, shooting an assault rifle at you, or maybe if you’re lucky enough, they’ll just charge you with a nail board and bash you to death. Hell, maybe you’ll even meet their cousins, the Super Mutant Brutes and Masters. You can tell them apart because a lot of the time, the Brutes and Masters will entirely skip the bashing, and just attempt to tear you to shreds with a Minigun, maybe some slice and dice with a frag grenade, or perhaps just a good ol’, reliable missile launcher. The possibilities certainly are grand, aren’t they? There’s another variety, a Behemoth, but since a gentleman’s got to have some secrets, you can see what these are on your own. You really can’t miss them. But excluding them, the brotherhood does great work with the Super Mutants, and makes almost everyone else look like cavemen with their high-tech Power Armor, Laser Pistols and rifles, the ever deadly Plasma-based weapons, the headshot inducing sniper rifle, and hell, I’m sure they got their own miniguns and launchers stashed somewhere. But you shouldn’t have to worry about any of this, right? I mean, after all, your safely tucked away inside your Vault. You know, the underground shelters where every rich family, scientist, doctor, and farmer fled to when the bombs started the to fall? It’s safe there. No Muties, no Radscorpions, no Raiders, NOTHING. Nobody gets in the Vault without the Overseer’s approval. Or out. But who would want to get out. Why? Who the fuck is insane enough? After all I just told you, we should both know the answer: Plenty of people. In any case, this is the Capitol Wasteland, and from now on, this is your home. Don’t wreck the furniture.[/quote]
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