• Fallout: A post nuclear political role playing game
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With my heatstroke gone I think I'll have this out within the hour.
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[img_thumb]http://i.imgur.com/qXH1jOY.png[/img_thumb] [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1DD_NCM_RJs[/media] [quote] "There are some back home who ask me, "But who are we protecting? What is Nevada to us?" Sometimes we forget that the light of our society shines beyond our borders. Sometimes we take those privileges for granted that our forebears fought so hard to achieve. We must always remember that wherever Californians stand, we carry our principles with us: equal respect, representation, and protection under the laws of a just republic. This was the same fire that burned in the heart of the Old World that preceded us. We are the heirs of that civilization, torchbearers eastward of the Pacific, into the darkness of this wasted land. Four years ago, we held this dam. Four years ago, we carried the weight. Four years ago, we drew a line through the Mojave as clear as the Colorado River, a line that Caesar cannot cross. Today, you stand here with our brothers and sisters to hold that line. Today, you honour all Californians by carrying that weight. Today, you are the waves of the Pacific, pushing ever eastward. You are the sequoias rising from the Sierra Nevada’s, defiant and enduring. You are the great western light of California, torchbearers in the darkness, living reminders of all that is best in our republic." — President Aaron Kimball [/quote] [b]North American Population: 10,995,000[/b] [b]Events of the years 2275 – 2280:[/b] -Project purity, restarted and with cordial support from the Enclave, begins to reach completion. It is slated to begin purifying the waters of the Potomac in 2281, and to finish cleaning the entire area it is designed to cover by 2300. [img]http://i.imgur.com/dEBYebO.png[/img][img]http://facepunch.com/image.php?u=270470&dateline=1428951727[/img] [b]The Red State – Deathgrunt Capital: Beren’s Star Economy: Developing Agrarian Population: 274,700[/b] -Bending to a degree of pressure from the Prime Council, the Red Army finally agrees to recruit super mutants and ghouls into the army, in order to take advantage of their untapped strengths. Only a few bother to join, the army only managing to scrape up just barely enough to fill a company. Another annoying thing is that as the army grows larger, so too does the complexity of the command structure. Officers are now starting to regularly petition the council to free up resources that will allow them to get maps, radios, and effectively establish a coordinated military intelligence system. They are usually successful, although the lack of resources, the difficulty of communications, and relative youth of the army has retarded its development into something of a truly capable fighting force. The gun mills (some of which are owned and operated by the army) are one crucial source of revenue for the army though. With reliable trade now supplying the necessary raw materials, it is relatively easy to manufacture ammunition and firearms, the surplus of which is sold for a tidy sum. They have been able to import fission batteries (in addition to normal ones) too, and a small number of generators begin to groan as they are put back to work for the first time in over two centuries. -The army isn’t the only enterprise to rely on the lifeline that caravans provide. As Florida becomes increasingly peaceful and easier to travel in, it’s common for people to travel as much as 20km into a market town to do some business. The inclusion of representation for the mutant recluses did much to aid peace, as the mutant on the council tried his best to show that they could live within society without any issues. He went so far as to wear a specially tailored suit with a tie, and to take elocution lessons. Although he still scares small children and unsettles the commissars, he is able to win many concessions for the mutants. One of these concessions was the inclusion of the mutant towns (the largest of which is St Petersburg) into the medical union, which did much to improve relations and reduce tensions throughout Florida. With these successes, both commissars and mutants went south to look for the last hiding places of mutants and ghouls, spreading propaganda and boasting of the benefits of life in the Red State (or Florida, as people have taken to calling it). Following closely behind are three platoons of soldiers, who help to convince the last villages and hermits to join the Red State. The last resisting either die fighting or fleeing. -Sometime in 2277 a group of chemists and commissars were tasked with travelling to an abandoned chemicals plant and restoring it to working order. Among the materials they demanded an investigation be launched into, was the creation of plastics, synthetic rubber, pesticides, and fertilizers. The chemists are in a fix. Ethene is an important feedstock that makes the manufacture of many materials possible, but the easiest way to make it is with oil (which is rare). Being resourceful, the chemists manage to set up equipment that allows them to dehydrate ethanol, giving them enough ethene that can be used to make long chain polymers such as those used to make synthetic rubber. The commissars meanwhile are able to hire (or convince) enough locals to help build watermills and dig ponds that allow for enough electricity to run the plant. It’s a horribly inefficient and costly process, but nonetheless it’s the first place in the world that has been able to make artificial polymers since the war. In addition, the facility has been turned over to manufacturing fertilizers in a similarly low tech solution by collecting pots of pee and pouring it into vats of what appears to be dead plants, ashes, shit. It’s a decent source of nitrates that can be used to make fertilizers. [img]http://i.imgur.com/Roi5XOf.png[/img][img]http://facepunch.com/image.php?u=440820&dateline=1434667789[/img] [b]The Commonwealth of New England – Native Hunter Capital: Preacher’s Promise Economy: Least developed agrarian Population: 87,060[/b] -By the 2270s, the original vault dwellers from Preachers Promise became a minority in their own country, as their campaigns into New England brought back thousands of slaves. These slaves in turn made up an increasingly greater proportion of the army, and (in following the precedent set by Roys Rangers) this included officers all the same. These officers were caught in a tight spot between managing a bloated horde of drunken looters and disloyal slaves, while trying to keep their superiors (most of whom spent half the time drunk) appeased. This was no longer sustainable as the officers (and most of the slave army) became increasingly disloyal. After the embarrassing defeats in the Capital Wasteland and the general collapse of order, Roy himself argued angrily with the general overseeing the southern campaign about how they were being deployed to put down a rebelling town. In the heat of the moment, Roy struck the general and refused to mobilise the rangers. The general then unwisely turned his back and walked away, before even more unwisely breaking into a run. One of the rangers shot him and realised that they were all fucked no matter what, and so ran throughout the barracks rousing the soldiers and telling them that they were revolting. Two weeks later they marched into Preachers Promise, where they dissolved the government and executed Col Samuel. -Roy then followed the proud tradition observed in many revolutions by appointing himself as the leader. He can read (he owns a book on medieval history) and speak intelligibly, which presumably qualifies him for the position. His officers also voted on the matter, declaring him King of the New England Commonwealth in case Roys own testimony didn’t stand up. After clearing up the mess in the office, the officers all declared themselves counts (each count owning a province that was declared to exist after they drew on top of a map with a pencil and modified the borders with the aid of an eraser). Following on from this, King Roy declared the creation of a cabinet and stated that a number of his friends were to occupy positions on it, which is sort of similar to a count but it means you get to be in charge of more things. King Roy also successfully created the “Council of Good”, which is a building where counts can go to either help run the country or bitch about things. He then declared the capital to be moved to New Portland, and then finally Roy wrote out a law on a piece of paper that abolished slavery. After the former officers made their way out of the office, they began the slightly more difficult task of convincing everybody else. Some emissaries have already been sent to the Institute and the Brotherhood of Steel to ask them to join the Commonwealth but both gave the same, curt reply: [quote]no[/quote] -Convincing the public began with the officers (or counts) explaining to their soldiers about what fifteen people had decided on in a twenty minute meeting. Most of these soldiers were at least willing to give this new idea a try, especially since Roy promises that he will end slavery and make the Commonwealth a much nicer place to live in. Consequently the army spent the next few weeks swarming towns and villages where they grab unpopular authority figures and throw them in jail. The slave pens are dismantled and the former owners are often thrown into rivers from bridges (or from rooftops onto the streets). After this, since many of these former slaves had nowhere else to go, took over the fields and workshops for themselves and began to eke out a living. The counts seized control of several large tracts of lands from the former slave owners (and giving it to themselves) and hired former slaves to work them. In return for protection and a plot of land to work, these tenants would give a portion of their harvest to the count. Crop rotation is an idea slowly gaining in popularity in these farms, aided by the counts bringing old agricultural manuals with them from down south. Since a count also has numerous political connections and military training, the tenants expect him to protect them from all the bandits, slavers, rebels, mutants, and disgruntled ghouls roaming the countryside. [img]http://i.imgur.com/5NsYyE3.png[/img][img]http://facepunch.com/image.php?u=292290&dateline=1391289736[/img] [b]New California Republic – Malos Capital: Shady Sands Economy: Developing transition Population: 1,094,000 Power consumption: 1.1 Twh[/b] -Although there have been attempts to restart mining, it seems as though recycling pre-war materials is much easier. In fact, it has become an industrial enterprise now. The hoover dam, even with 15% of the output is going to Mr House, is fuelling a huge transformation in California. Unlike the old industrial revolution, there is a lot of pre-existing human and physical capital that has allowed (after a bit of work) the restoration of many pre-war facilities to working order. Many of the new factories (once connected to the grid) are beset with the sounds of thundering hammers and the screeching of whistles. Small armies with pushcarts and brahmin travel out to grab every metal item they can find to bring back for processing (quite a lot of things already being used are also stolen) into steel, aluminium, iron, nickel, and copper. Although the processes are often inefficient and at times very costly, it’s possible to do anything if you have enough electricity, consumption of which is growing steadily every year (aided no doubt by the fact nobody pays electricity bills). These factories churn out machinery and brand new metal pipes, while workshops churn out the craftsmen needed to manufacture the valves, lay the pipes, or maintain them. Most of the orders for these pipes have been placed by the cities and brahmin barons, who want to pump fresh Colorado water down to into California to irrigate the land. -The Shi are very keen on getting some of this fresh water for themselves, who at this time are refining the method of making oil and fuels from plants into a much more efficient process, and manufacturing electronics. Unfortunately they have little experience with the kind of electronics that the NCR wants to order. They wish to buy pip-boys and an assortment of pre-war computers that don’t seem to need valves (or less than one would expect), and as a consequence can be miniaturized. While it seems possible to replicate nobody is quite sure on how to do it, as it utilises the most advanced pre-war technology. Only the Enclave seems to have such technology, and search parties for them have turned up with nothing (perhaps they are hiding in the Mojave or even further east?) However, one search party on their travels turned up something wholly unexpected. They not only managed to find another civilization, but one that turns out to be the Great Khans who left all those years ago from I15. What’s more, the Khans didn’t shoot the scouts on sight, and asked to establish an embassy with the NCR. The search party returned, bringing along the Khans emissary with them, who proposed the creation of an embassy and a mutual defensive pact. Cordial relations were established, and soon traders begin to head south into Mexico once more. -The Republican Army still has numerous problems, ranging from supply shortages to incompetence, resulting in the occasional military blunder. But it seems as though a few key changes made in meeting rooms and cabinet offices many years ago changed the entire fate of the Mojave on one special day in 2277. The civil service and the army, although both still corrupt and incompetent, have improved in the past thirty years to the point that they managed to get as many supplies and soldiers as they could feasibly move to the Mojave. In addition, the relative peace of the Mojave (due to the Khans having left and Mr House spending much of his time on getting securitrons to patrol the lands nearby) has freed up manpower for the main campaign. Finally, the greater focus on the Mojave and the earlier consolidation of power there by the NCR has allowed them to dig in and secure their hold. When Caesars Legion threatened to overwhelm them at the battle of Hoover dam, the lines managed to hold firm after emergency reinforcements were brought up by railway from California. In addition, the Khans constantly harassed their supply lines (although the Legion won many of these encounters, it diverted critical manpower and resources). -At the Battle of Hoover dam, the Legion had found its match. Although they had plenty of manpower, the inflexible Legate was unable to break through NCR lines and rout them. As Mr House kept the peace for the time being in the Mojave, it freed up the reserves to reinforce the dam. Eventually with the Khans assistance, the NCR pushed back the Legion and broke their army for good. Caesar was forced to abandon the west, and on his return to Flagstaff had to spend the next three years putting down a series of rebellions that crippled the Legion, and eventually himself due to a severe stoke that left Legate Lanius in charge. The victory was triumphantly celebrated in the NCR press as “The moment that defined a nation”. With manpower now freed up once more, the remainder of the Mojave (save for New Vegas) is immediately annexed as the latest state. The return of peace allows business to return as quickly as it had been interrupted, while the leaner and stronger civil service is able to work quickly to integrate the frontier regions of the republic. The Mojave will never be the same again. [img]http://i.imgur.com/9yqcgR4.png[/img][img]http://facepunch.com/image.php?u=246712&dateline=1282690331[/img] [b]Transatlantic Alliance – Jcorp Capital: Raleigh Economy: Developing agrarian Population: 199,900[/b] -The medical industry that was born here many years ago out of a desire to combat disease has started to outgrow the confines of small workshops and cottages. The new stimpaks (which are less potent but easier to manufacture) have spread rapidly, to the point that merchants regularly carry bottles of it around. As many of the “doctors” who make them have good botanical knowledge, they have also rediscovered the benefits of peanuts. For some reason, these plants seem to act like natural fertilizers by restoring vitality to the soil. Initially regrown in garden plots from wild variants resistant to radiation, bags of peanuts begin to be carried around by doctors to be sold to farmers (who rotate their fields between peanuts and other crops). This would become crucial in 2276 when Bugsys Casino Empire of “Old “New Vegas began to come under pressure to join the alliance, as Bugsy has ownership of some land that one town wanted to build a brothel and casino on, threatening his business and independence. Both sides were at an impasse until it hit upon Bugsy that he could use peanuts to restore the disputed land and use it to grow crops. These peanuts (and later other crops) would be given to the town free of charge as an act of goodwill. Bugsy, being the ruthless businessghoul he is, managed to not only restore the farmland, but managed to make it turn a profit by reserving half of the excess for sale to merchants. -The alliance trying to annex Bugsys casino is indicative of a strange new trend happening throughout the eastern Carolinas. With the realisation that at least two other countries exist (one in Florida and the Reich on their border to the west) with standing armies and what appears to be some sort of government in charge, many alliance towns have come to the conclusion that they should begin to copy them and begin expanding like they have. The coordination between the militias has resulted in the creation of a “Transatlantic Army”, which has the coordination of a drunkard with a severe stroke. The chain of command constantly overlaps, there is a lack of supplies and equipment, training varies widely, and most soldiers are unpaid (a shootout in one town happened after two men argued about how the town was too small for the both of them). Nonetheless, this “army” is able to remove bandits and raiders with greater efficiency than the former militias. The towns also formed a “parliament” modelled on the old European ones, which exists largely to manage disputes and is responsible for managing the army. As it is an ad-hoc institution, its powers and abilities are considerably limited. But it can send the army to actively search for raiders and destroy them, in contrast to before when militias were content to merely defend their hometown from attack. [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/61561404/ava/GreatKhans.png[/img][img]http://facepunch.com/image.php?u=599411&dateline=1434105786[/img] [b]Great Khans – EuSKalduna Capital: Chihuahua Economy: Least developed agrarian Population: 63,500[/b] -As the Khans solidify their grip on the Chihuahua wasteland, it seems as though news of their adventures has reached California. A team of scouts arrived searching for civilizations that may be forming, when they encountered a Khan patrol. Unlike in the past, this new generation of Khans are not the raping, chem abusing, murderers that they once were. They are becoming a proud nation bent on creating a civilization that will rival the ones of old. To prove that they have changed, the patrol takes the scouts to the ruins of the city of Chihuahua, where a town is rapidly growing under the protection and care of “Temujin”. Although older and less physically imposing, years of experience have given him wisdom and power that strikes fear and awe throughout all those who behold him. He remembered the NCR very well, and was happy to show the scouts what his people had achieved in the years since they left the Mojave many years ago. -On the tour throughout his capital (an orderly place without debris covering the roads), he showed the great training camp where they organised drills and honed the arts of war. Here the veterans and elder warriors would instruct the young and new on how to not only hone their personal fighting skills, but work together in flexible and independent teams that could exploit openings and pursue them with determination and ferocity. The “Brahmins heads” is one such tactic, having evolved from a main force of warriors pinning down the enemy while motorcyclists and runners would outflank and surround them, but now making use of improved battlefield communications (through flags and drums) and careful scouting. Temujin was able to find many willing to join his forces, for he granted many men and women the opportunity to join the horde freely through “Temujins declaration”, urging those willing to fight to join the Khans and partake in the glory of war. This declaration is even announced on the radios, and by the motorcyclists who travel deep into Mexico to look for scrap to rebuild or make new motorcycles. With Temujins ties reaching far into Mexico, even his enemies are too scared to attack his envoy. -The NCR scouts impressed, and then spoke to the Khans about restoring relations between the two nations. Temujin obliged, and sent back an emissary asking for a mutual defence pact. After Temujin heard of Caesars Legion, he became horrified at the thought of what it would do to his old homeland and became disgusted after hearing about it eradicating all the tribes it met. After an embassy was established, Temujin sent many warriors up north back to the Mojave, where they harassed Legion supply lines and rallied many of the tribes into resistance. Ultimately their actions helped to weaken the Legion at a critical time and inspired many other tribes and peoples to break into a rebellion that destroyed much of the work that Caesar spent most of his life on. Although the NCR did most of the work at Hoover dam, the wastelanders and tribes of the southwest saw Temujin as being the man who truly broke Caesar. As stories of his greatness spread, people begin moving into Chihuahua in unprecedented numbers, or petitioning to join as communities within the Khans but independent of the capital city. The embassy in California was also successful in convincing the Followers of the Apocalypse to set up a branch in Chihuahua, where they would do humanitarian work. Their first act was to establish a clinic to help rehabilitate Khans who were hopelessly addicted to chems, something that helped win them the support of the greatest of all Khans, Temujin. [img]http://i.imgur.com/Ve48h5v.png[/img][img]http://facepunch.com/image.php?u=204760&dateline=1236913184[/img] [b]United States of America (Enclave) – testmen Capital: Raven Rock Economy: Developing industrial Population: 26,140 Power consumption: 0.2 Twh [/b] -After years of fighting, the war with the Brotherhood began to finally wind down as the 70s came to an end. Unlike the Enclave, they had been unable to adapt to the new world that was taking shape. Decades of increasing moderation on the part of the Enclave led to them being able to strengthen themselves immensely through trade and diplomacy with the wastelanders. Letting go of their past goals of winning the war with China and eradicating mutants was the first step towards achieving this, the start of a long chain of events that leaves Puppitun one of the biggest and most technologically sophisticated cities on the eastern seaboard. With their well-trained soldiers and superior firepower the Enclave didn’t just end Brotherhood influence, but were able to start exerting significant power throughout the wasteland. Puppitun has gained a reputation for being an orderly and safe city in which all kinds of work, fresh water, and clean food are available. Enclave soldiers now patrol trails and caravan routes, enforcing their tough brand of new world justice. Raiders who attack caravans are often hung by the sides of roads, while all of the major raider bases and slaving camps have had the shit strategically bombed out of them. With the Brotherhood holed up in the Citadel, they have little option but to accept an armistice with the Enclave that heavily restricts their roaming capabilities and power. With nobody in the wasteland with weaponry capable of taking them down, Enclave soldiers decide to conserve their ammunition (and have more fun) when fighting raiders with a new martial art, in which you run over to an opponent and punch them with a power fist really fucking hard. -With the war effectively over and peace returning, the refugees or migrants to Puppitun have decided to stay due after having found a relatively nice life here. As the towns’ population swells into the thousands, the Enclave is forced to re-establish many pre-war civilian institutions. The police make a return for the first time in US history, wearing distinctive hats and carrying cudgels that were once used to beat up blacks and homosexuals. The board of labour was re-established to manage employment in Puppitun, the board’s main concern being to find people to work in factories producing tools and farming equipment. Ploughshares, shovels, pickaxes, saws, hammers, adzes, hoes, hatchets, and everything else are churned out by machinery once used to make power armour and firearms. These products are in turn sold to the merchants and craftsmen of outer Puppitun, who refine them and find markets to hawk these goods in. Projects such as those to improve farmland, divert rivers, dig ditches, clearing the roads, and most importantly Project Purity are all given support of some kind (usually protection from raiders). Scrap metal collection begins to pick up as this city becomes known as a place to sell and buy anyone you may desire. Salvagers travel from far and wide as they begin the arduous task of dismantling the relics of old America to build the new America. -The latest president is a man who’s much more partial to outsiders, especially after discovering their many uses and their willingness to fight for the Enclave if given a little food and a medal. John Eden managed to have an immigration office set up in Puppitun that would formally grant citizenship to anyone who had skills that were in demand (such as technicians, blacksmiths, carpenters, the educated, and farmers), or were willing to join the army for six years of military service. The influx of hundreds of unskilled migrants meant that an entirely new unit (often armed with whatever is lying around) is formed to accommodate people who are willing to fight and die for their new home. Along with the original power-suited soldiers, they patrol the roads and protect a growing network of outlying villages. In a radius of around 20km from the city, farmers and craftsmen will often travel into Puppitun weekly to conduct business in the manner of old colonial farmers. In 2279, one group of farmers received the shock of their life when they saw a giant metal beast rumble past them. It looked a bit like what in the old world they would call a tank. When they got to Puppitun, a city over which smoke hung like a black chandelier, they discovered that the Enclave was now capable of repairing and running a few of these precious vehicles. Unfortunately with no oil available, these babies have to run on batteries or tiny nuclear reactors. [img]http://i.imgur.com/i2o0wBR.png[/img][img]http://facepunch.com/image.php?u=578995&dateline=1434630455[/img] [b]Fourth Reich – iAmaNewb Capital: Charlotte Economy: Developing agrarian Population: 230,070 Power consumption: 0.2 Twh [/b] -The Fourth Reich has become rather mad keen on bicycles, enough to the point that even tiny villages have their own repairmen, while the bigger towns have huge workshops that can manufacture all of the parts needed from scratch (with the exception of rubber). These skills are transferable to other trades, such as restoring generators or firearms. With the Reich desperately short of many kinds of weaponry and ammo, the fact that now there are a few thousand people willing to pick through ruins for scraps and to work in their sheds or forges means that some of these people can be put to work making guns. Of course the blueprints and manuals detailing the process are rare, but at this time the design for a rather simple form of assault rifle was uncovered. It’s an ancient design nearly three hundred and fifty years old, but it’s reliable under brutal conditions, easy to use, and easy to manufacture too. Workshops begin to churn out batches of these new rifles which are nicknamed “Kalash guns” after they could only read the first part of the inventors name on the paper (the rest was ruined by a coffee stain). As the army continues on their wars southeast, the well-organised and busy workshops of the Reich churn out the guns and bullets that help to give them an edge over the raiders, tribes, mutants, ghouls and other hostile gangs of weirdoes that swarm the wastelands. As the army brings law and order (and is really big and imposing), most villages usually agree to join without too much noise being made. -As economic recovery begins to kick in, the growth of new industries has led to rather interesting changes throughout the country. Without much of an electrical grid or any real means of making and distributing power over long distances, most people who want power are forced to rely on electrical generators made from junk, or if they are lucky the two nuclear reactors powering Charlotte. But with the importance of industry rising, the need for more power has resulted in rolling black outs in the city and nearby villages. Some workshops in Charlotte are set aside entirely to run furnaces to melt down scrap, which is later hammered out and used to make agricultural equipment. Constant supply shortages and the lack of power hamper the efforts of the workshops. Distribution of these new ploughs, shovels, seed drills, and bicycles is much easier by contrast. Many of the roads and trails have been cleared of debris and much of the vegetation cut back to make way for carts and rickshaws. Holes have been filled in with clay, gravel, and pebbles (one day a man took clay out of the road to repair his house and it filled with water, causing a merchant to fall into it and drown), while wooden plank bridges are strengthened for brahmin carrying the heavy tools. In addition to brahmin, some merchants pedal a bicycle rickshaw stuffed with tools down these “Autobahns” to village markets to hawk their goods to the people there. These village markets are a relatively recent phenomenon, as for a long time the difficulties and dangers of road travel made it unwise for most people to go out on them. -Unfortunately, new problems plague the Reich. It appears as though some agents are travelling into the country to cause problems and rile up the population to rebel. Many of the frontier towns are emboldened once more to refuse taxes and conscripts to the national army, while the new conquests in the southeast face attacks on their supply lines and some towns rising in rebellion. These seem too easily coordinated to be just angry peasants, and it turns out that some strange foreigners were partly responsible for this. It is unknown where they come from, but they all target the newly conquered areas and southern frontiers, and have occasionally murdered or perhaps captured scouting parties sent out to look for GECKs and new plants. Their reasons for doing this, and their ultimate goals and origins, remain a mystery. Most of the agents who have been caught appear to be proxies hired by these foreigners, and many of them expressed surprise at discovering that they weren’t the only ones and then starting to ask when they could go home. Most of them were convinced to become treasonous on account of promised aid by the agents against the Reich, or through ways to force the Fuhrer to submit to their political demands. [img]http://i.cubeupload.com/LAAoXN.png[/img][img]http://facepunch.com/image.php?u=393181&dateline=1389053714[/img] [b]The Nu Texan Confederacy – Ruski v2.0 Capital: Fort Worth Economy: Least developed agrarian Population: 20,910 Power consumption: 0.1 Twh [/b] -For some stupid fucking reason, the Texans want to make robots which resemble horses. It’s not entirely without reason or precedence however, as many robots for industrial and domestic applications (such as Mr Handy) have been around for centuries and serve a variety of useful purposes. Unfortunately most of their robots have since lost the ability to levitate (or do it very well), and so in a series of ad hoc solutions have started to fit crude mechanical legs onto them. After several years of this, they decided to make an entirely new robot skeleton and put old Mr Handy parts inside it, before putting legs on it and using the levitation equipment to keep it stable (and put less stress on the legs). It wandered around the Citadel moving heavy things until one day it was caught up in events beyond its control. The Texan president continued to make numerous enemies among both vault dwellers and the former-tribal peoples, especially after the brutal subjugation of Fort Worth and the surrounding lands was finally completed. But even this victory could not prevent the general of the Texan army from marching in there and removing the president in a coup d’état. If you’re wondering what this has to do with the robot horse, the horse was pushed over and broken by accident when the coup happened. -The new president Baxter (after following an elaborate procedure indicating that he was in charge now), began to make reforms that upset vault dwellers even more than the previous president had. He grants adopted tribal children more freedom, allowing them to visit the vault as they pleased and to live with their parents if they so wished. Since older adopted tribal children are rather sympathetic and often in a position of power of some kind, they begin to help distribute resources to the families of adopted children to help improve their living standards. Education becomes more inclusive and now the settled tribes are starting to eagerly ask for their children to be given an education and position in the citadel now in the hopes of gaining favours and privileges in the future in addition to improving their children’s chances of a better life. Baxter managed to retain the support of this key group of semi-tribal people, who were now making up an increasingly larger proportion of the skilled workers, officers, and soldiers in the army. The conservative vault dwellers are too small in number, while the recently subjugated tribes are too weak and divided to oppose his policies. With free rein to do as he pleased, and with people who knew what to do, Texas could really start to grow. -He begins by knocking down one of the walls of the Citadel and beginning to conscript people in the town to work on expanding the fields and planting more trees for an orchard. Ditches are dug for drainage, while streams are diverted and ponds are dug for the storage of water as insurance against drought. Although the orchards are not yet fully grown, the combination of the people of Fort Worth and their farming experience in addition to the technical manuals and seeds provided by the GECK means that large harvests of vegetables and grains are possible. Protected by patrolling eyebots and soldiers (eyebots are attached to most squads now as many have been salvaged from scrap), the community begins to outgrow the boundaries that once contained it. Of course, the fact that they have a single reactor is slightly discouraging when it comes to getting enough power for all of their machinery and equipment, so this may impede expansion of the Citadel itself. As relations with the tribes improve and traders visit more often, it seems as though this might just be a place where anybody can make it. The tribes who have lost in the conflicts with the Texan army flee west, vowing revenge as they search for the Legion. [img]http://i.imgur.com/PdTnYa4.gif?1[/img][img]http://facepunch.com/image.php?u=436734&dateline=1430604978[/img] [b]The Green Republic – LoganIsAwesome Capital: Greentown Economy: Least developed agrarian Population: 7,111 [/b] -The small militia which once was tasked with defending the Republic has now become a force tasked with ruthless expansion. Expanding into a force of six hundred with three companies of equal size making it up, this little army begins a campaign to seize control of the trade route leading to Quebec City, and ultimately gain power over the villages along the way. Armed with bolt-action rifles, they head out every summer to drive out the raiders and force the tribes to give supplies and assistance whenever possible. As these excursions become regular, militias often occupy these villages permanently and begin to extract what they call “squeeze” from the people living there. Much of this squeeze consists of the parts needed to make assault rifles, which the militia is desperate to get their hands on. As bullets are even rarer, this means that they have to be conservative with their usage. Despite salvaging as much as they can find and repairing guns or using every last scrap and grain of powder to make shot, they still suffer from constant shortages. But with better control over trade routes and useless shit they can give to merchants in return for what they actually need, some of these problems have been alleviated. Assault rifles slowly become available, albeit in limited numbers. -The Green Republic introduces a kind of currency that hopefully makes paying workers easier. With paper being so rare, one of the councillors decided to sign each card with the promise to pay the bearer something held in reserve by the government. Unfortunately, nobody really uses these cards as they can’t buy anything from the government from them, something made worse by the subsistence economy that has little need for money in the first place. The Republican government is itself responsible for a number of projects, such as helping to build schools in villages without them, ensuring the maintenance of peace, and working to try building new houses. Without the facilities to bake many bricks, these new houses are largely renovated pre-war homes or ones made from a mixture of rocks and bricks. Rubble that is too small for buildings are used to make gravel trails and pathways for caravans. Forges continue to make small numbers of tools and weaponry and to make repairs. It is a very different reality to the one that the government of two dozen (most of them pseudo-mayors of some kind) has tried to create through making departments such as education, defence, housing, amongst others. Almost all of them are either defunct or without the power, resources, or willpower to do anything. The military administration itself consists of four guys in an office. [img]http://i.imgur.com/4FeNJwn.png?1[/img][img]http://facepunch.com/image.php?u=601768&dateline=1420557903[/img] [b]New Vegas – Pez “Cuck” God1 Capital: New Vegas Economy: Developing transition Population: 26,140 Power consumption: 0.2 Twh[/b] -Mr House is a guy who knows that in order for Vegas to regain its former glory (and ultimately provide the economic base with which to go to space) he must protect the city and encourage economic development. His securitrons are rather limited to say the least, being barely able to keep order in Vegas, as he has deployed them throughout much of the wasteland to achieve his objectives. Armed with hollow-point bullets (provided by the gun runners), they remove the squishy raiders and bandits from Westside. He also gave a formal apology to the Kings, asking them to move into Vault 21 where a casino and hotel have both been established. Unfortunately for Mr House, the Kings refuse to move out from the Kings school of impersonation. Having established themselves there, they find it dishonourable to leave and see it as crucial to their identity. However they do accept the offer to travel in and out of the strip and to expand their protection business. They have a lotta loyalty for hired guns, supplementing Houses securitrons in peacekeeping. Even then, Mr House still needs more firepower, and so has a factory on the outskirts of Vegas restored to produce protectrons. These are much weaker, but are less taxing on his limited resources. -The NCR managed to negotiate another deal with Mr House shortly at this time. In return for an extortionate 15% of the dams output, the NCR would be allowed to free up their men for the battle at Hoover dam, as Mr House would keep the Mojave calm and subdued during the war. However it turned out that the NCR was able to not only hold out against the Legion, but managed to crush the invasion force entirely and push them back from the dam. With the Legion already used up most of their manpower in the battle, they were too weak to mount a counteroffensive and thus pulled back to Flagstaff. Caesar was preoccupied with putting down rebellions that eventually led to his early incapacitation due to a severe stroke. Legate Lanius took control thereafter, and has brought an end to legion activities in the Mojave for now. -With peace once again assured, business and gamblers returned to the Mojave to seek fame and fortune. Although Mr House was stuck with having to provide additional security to the areas around New Vegas, he used the opportunity to salvage tech that he could use for himself or have sold on the open market. In addition since he had de facto control in the absence of NCR patrols or occupation, he was able to start making changes to the land he “controlled”. Large portions of it were sold off to settlers and refugees on the condition that they would pay some taxes for its use. Most of these migrants turn over the land to cultivation, establishing large sharecropping farms and setting up water pipes. With a lot of cheap electricity spare, House was also able to help power pumping stations and restore refrigeration units that could be used to keep food fresh too. With some money rolling in and the population growing, it became obvious that these peoples skills could be put to use helping to make the city self-sufficient while also building it into an economic powerhouse too. The only problem is that it’s virtually impossible to expand, save for the untamed wastes to the north. With the NCR to the west and south, and a weakened but formidable legion to the east, Mr House is in as much a precarious position now as he was five years ago. At least one of his search parties turned up something interesting in Sunnyvale. [img]http://i.gyazo.com/edabc6ab2be9c8c71a531c7790a34fe0.png[/img] Please label turns “countryname”: Turn 7. [B]Current player List:[/B] [b]If you haven’t already done so, please join our group. There will usually be people chatting in the chat room after each turn is posted, so please pop in for a visit.[/b] [url]http://steamcommunity.com/groups/FaRPG[/url]
Take that, Caesar.
RIP in pieces robot horse pic related are rioters destroying this noble creature [img]http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2011/10/03/article-2044677-0E3323EE00000578-85_468x286.jpg[/img]
So, how does this game work? (if you all don't mind me asking)
[QUOTE=Unique_mask;48137632]So, how does this game work? (if you all don't mind me asking)[/QUOTE] [url]http://www.wikihow.com/Play-Fallout-3[/url]
[quote=History]Jubilation was rampant across Chihuahua. Although a Khan was hardly humble to begin with, a lesser force not only merely defeating a greater force, but a good part of the greater force meant that egos swelled up nicely amongst the ranks, and rightly so. For so long the Great Khans and their ancestors had been brutalised by lady luck, but now she smiled upon then, and just when they though it couldn’t get any better, lady luck flashed her tits and offered blowjobs for five caps a piece. Quite a few Legion standards had been seized, and many weren’t quite sure what to do with them. Some kept them as glorious war loot; some kept them as toilet paper; distressingly though, quite a few people did both. Some however, decided that a burn against the Legion this severe marked a new age, fuelled in the defeat of such a mighty faction, so it was only right that most of the standards were set alight during a time of great celebration, illuminating the party that spread from the city centre all the way out to the most remote encampments. Every year a stock of captured standards was set aflame around Chihuahua, marking the day that Caesar’s little pet project was shaken to the very core. Business boomed during this day as bars, merchants, and health centres worked tirelessly to make the yearly unrestricted use of recreational chems as fun, plentiful, and unfatal as possible. On this day, Chihuahua was no more, and from henceforth, it was Kingdom Come.[/quote]
Wow sorry Sobotnik I sent you a turn without asking whether I could join. I'm so sorry!
[quote]Wendell Peterson's term in office, starting in 2253, was almost up when he brought electricity to the great expanses of the New California Republic. Aaron Kimball had run a good campaign in 2273, but alas, for seven more years Peterson sat in the hot seat of the NCR's presidency due to the spike in popularity that his actions have given him. His term was categorized by an era of prosperity, military victory, and a massive growth of the NCR as a whole. His popularity was rivalled only by Tandi, but in the end, all presidencies have to come to an end. Aaron Kimball is still running that campaign. The people wonder how he'll deal with the problems that come with patrolling the Mojave, but they are cautiously optimistic nonetheless.[/quote] I'm gonna be making a vote of who will be playing as Aaron Kimball, the new NCR's president. Because I want this vote to be impartial, I will abstain from voting. This also means that I will no longer be playing. My job is done, now it's time for some new blood to come in and bring the NCR into a new era.
[QUOTE=Malos;48148961]I'm gonna be making a vote of who will be playing as Aaron Kimball, the new NCR's president. Because I want this vote to be impartial, I will abstain from voting. This also means that I will no longer be playing. My job is done, now it's time for some new blood to come in and bring the NCR into a new era.[/QUOTE] Are you actually doing this for canon democracy or other reasons?
I want to focus more on that WWII RP I'm currently in. Besides, it's a neat game mechanic. Makes sure that the NCR is never empty.
In that case, roll in the candidates
I could always make the list the people who want to join, but they might not want the NCR, so just PM me you want to announce your candidacy.
[QUOTE=Malos;48149521]I could always make the list the people who want to join, but they might not want the NCR, so just PM me you want to announce your candidacy.[/QUOTE] I could always run for president. Vote Great Khans or have molten gold poured down your eyes
Voting will be done at 2 PM tomorrow. If there are no other candidates... well, it'll be like state legislature, I guess.
I have 5/9 turns in. I need the others ASAP Plus anybody who wants to join please contact me.
I'm kinda on the fence on joining this RP. This is my first RP I have ever done.
Well if you want to join just post in the thread saying what you wanna join as. For the record, NCR is open to players now if anybody wants to take control of it.
I have a pretty silly idea for a nation. [QUOTE=Backstory]Newfoundland and Labrador found themselves becoming the home of many Slavic immigrants during the 20th and 21st century. Many of them educated, many of them continued speaking their native languages due to being surrounded with other fellow Slavs. Historians, slavicists, teachers and more moved to this area. Following the Great War, many of them found themselves disconnected from the rest of the Americas. Years pass by, leading to the many Slavic people to amalgamate into one people, the Slaveni. The majority speak a Slavic creole called Slavenski, created by the merger of all the Slavic languages that used to be spoken in the area, while a small minority speak a English-based pidgin called Slavonish. The Slaveni have a collection of historical books that detail the histories of the former Slavs of Europe, leading to them having great knowledge of pre-war Europe. Unfortunately, they do not have much knowledge on the Americas, only having a few documents about pre-war America. Eventually, a Slaven known as Lev Kroljevich united the Slaveni under a popular monarchy, creating the state of Slavena.[/QUOTE] And I'm gonna commit.
its about time our favorite slavophile returns
[QUOTE=Damian0358;48152614]I have a pretty silly idea for a nation. And I'm gonna commit.[/QUOTE] Don't think you're safe in Canada...
[QUOTE=Native Hunter;48153040]Don't think you're safe in Canada...[/QUOTE] You aren't.
What's all the hubba about Canada?
[QUOTE=Sobotnik;48153118]You aren't.[/QUOTE] It's a good thing I'm not in Canada then isn't it ?
[QUOTE=Native Hunter;48153134]It's a good thing I'm not in Canada then isn't it ?[/QUOTE] You actually do hold parts of Canada c:
[QUOTE=Sobotnik;48153176]You actually do hold parts of Canada c:[/QUOTE] ah fuck [editline]8th July 2015[/editline] Story for this coming turn [QUOTE]The road from New York to New Portland had been long and perilous. Since the collapse of the Deepwood Confederacy several bands of Drunk Raiders had taken to pillaging the countryside, raping, stealing, and kidnapping wherever and whatever they could. The remembrance of his encounter with such a redneck band shook him to the core. He had just begun his journey from his small enclave in the ruins of what was once New York City, set up in the ruins of St.Patrick’s Cathedral. He was given the task by Father Dominic to head east into what was once New England and proselytize the now pagan and heathen population; as all souls needed to be saved. Bartholomew had taken this opportunity to see the world with open arms as every young man who had grown up in seclusion seeked. However Bartholomew had not expected the journey to be so rough. Clad in his Brown Robes and donning a hood he made his journey to the New Portland on Brahmin back only to have the beast die within 3 weeks of the journey from dehydration. From there the monk walked, for what seemed to be two weeks before encountering that particular band of Rednecks, they had surrounded him when he had stopped to rest and pray along the ruins of some road heading to what was called “Boston”. They quickly knocked him unconscious and when he awoke he was bound and gagged and being put on a spit roast over a fire in the woods. “Heathens” was all he could think to himself before beginning to feel the flames effect. Looking upon the various dancing and distorted faces of the Rednecks he felt that this was his final moment and that soon he would be reunited with God. However it was at this moment that gunshots rang out in the night. He saw men clad in Green hoods & gasmasks wielding large rifles, taking the rednecks down in lightning speed. When they were all dead the Green men came to Bartholomew and united him, Miraculously they spoke the same language and they told him about their home to the north. This so called “Commonwealth” was ruled by a Christian King however when he asked whether there were any priests or monasteries in this Commonwealth but the Green men scratched their heads and asked what these things were. The monk smiled and said “take me to your leader”. [/QUOTE]
kay here's some backstory for the Artic Workers Federation After the Great Wars, the USA split into small pieces and its grip over Alaskan oil production weakened. Eventually, oil refinery workers created a union based on the ideals of men nearly half a millenia ago - Karl Marx and Vladimir Lenin and constructed their own Communist nation, which is reliant on Oil exports.
I'll take NCR if no one else wants it.
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