[Forum Game] Fallout Realism: II

[Tristanxh]

((Hey I'm getting some issues with the coldfront, I keep trying to enter it through flash, but keep getting a nice little box saying "Security Error" and under it it says "Error #2048"))

Spoiler: OOC

Just use mibbit.com instead.

And the thread is live, so don't OOC in here. *Sorry to GM for this one*

 

[Sneakyflaps]

The Calf’s First Steps​

”This armor is extraordinarily heavy.” Octavian said as he put on his arm-guards. “I’m going to die of heatstroke long before we get there.” He said while raising his arm, his sister going over and bound the straps on the side of the chest plate.

“Oh stop complaining already, perhaps you had done proper exercise and lifted a few weights, you could actually lift your damned armor.” She said as she put a shoulder guard over his left right shoulder, attaching it to the armor.

“You know how I dread it.” He said as he went over to the side, picking up the shin guards, sitting down on the bed and taking them on. “Besides, I will get used to it soon enough I hope. Have the slaves gathered our belongings, both me and mothers?”

Antonia nodded. “They have, the soldiers are ready as well, Salinus is waiting for the word and you will begin the march.”

He smiled. “Good, we need to be off soon. I heard mother left you in charge of the slavery here while we are gone. How long do you think before you and Ancilla start tearing each others throats out?” He said with a chuckle.

She raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean me and Ancilla, she is going with you and mom, I spoke with her last night, she had packed her bags and everything.”

He shook his head. “She is staying here, I’m not giving her the option, I told mother already and she accepted, after a slightly bit of scolding.” He said as he took a red cape over his shoulder, binding a knot to the armor, making it stick to it.

“She is not staying here! I refuse!” Antonia quickly responded.

“You do also not have a choice in the matter.” He said, feeling at the blade he had been given. “If you do kill her, do make it look like an accident.”

“No, just no, she isn’t staying here!” She kept insisting.

“She is, and its done.” He said as he walked out of the room and down the stairs.

The soldiers stood outside, some Brahmins with luggage. A legionnaire stood with Octavian’s helmet, handing it over as he saw him approach. Octavian’s helmet was different than the rest, the feathers on top going vertical rather than horizontal, signifying the difference in rank. As he put on the helmet, Antonia finally came down. “Well, at least you look bigger in the armor.”

He shook his head. “I also feel much bigger.” He said before gaining a smile and kissing her on her forehead. “Don’t get hurt while I’m gone.” As he finished speaking, he left the house, leaving Antonia and their mother to speak. When they finished talking, and they exited the house the soldiers began marching, starting the long journey ahead of them.

 

[Captain Ozwin]

THE ARRIVAL

A man in his late 20s leads a caravan up the trails towards Jacobstown. The caravan consisted of 3 Brahmin. As the caravan grew closer to Jacobstown the elevation increased and the temperature decreased.

The man in his late 20s shivered under his military jacket, the numbers 34 embroidered on the back.

"Gah.. wha.. why is it so cold up here ? Wait Is that snow !?"

One of the caravan guards looked at him concerned. "Dont tell me its your first time to Jacobstown Chase !?."

Chase looked back at the guard. "Well yeah actually,its my first time seeing snow to."

The guard looked on ahead as Jacobstown appeared ahead of them . "Well there is a first time for everything, speaking if first time." The guard looked at Chase jokingly.

Chase stuttered at the. "lets um lets not talk about that I'm not saying weither I had or hadn't and leave it at that."

The guard laughed. "Oh come on we dragged your stuff all the way up the mountain and you barely said 10 words other than hey ill pay you to help me move to Jacobstown."

Chase watched a few super mutants calmly pass by. "Well I'm good on my word we are almost their and ill pay you the money like I promised."

The reached the Ski Lodge and the caravan members unloaded all of Chases belongings, the guard look over the list. "Okay 1 missle launcher , 10 missiles, 3 land mines, 8 frag grenades 1 flight simulator dont even know how you got your hands on that , and 1 heavy mysterious box , can we open it ? "

Chase listened to the list and watched as it was unloaded . "Um no that stuff is private I'm sorry, but here is your payment for safely brining all my stuff, 500 caps."

The guard took the money and looked at Chase. "You know I could of charged you more, but since it was a short trip and relatively safe route, I'm happy that we did business together, good luck Chase."

Chase nodded, and watched the caravan make its way down the mountain till it was out of site, he turned around and looked at the large ski resort, he shivered again almost getting use to the cold. "Well first time for everything."

 

[LatinKaiser]

Name: King Arnold I of Springfield
Age: 49
Faction: Kingdom of Springfield
Biography: After his ship, the SS Invictus, crashed near Springfield in the year 2281, Arnold Rimmer wasted no time in establishing order in the city and gaining control over it. After he formally created an aristocratic government in 2282 (which proved rather inefficient, and was reformed into an absolute monarchy in 2284), he began turning Springfield into a regional power. Although the Institute proved a formidable foe, the alien technology used by the Springfield military kept them at bay, and the two states entered into a period of uneasy peace. This respite gave King Arnold a perfect opportunity to expand his realm northward and westward, defeating many wild tribes and bringing civilization to the forests of New England. Even though he suffered a grievous injury while on a campaign in Vermont (losing an arm to an enemy I.E.D.), the king remains hopeful that he can pacify the region and increase his realm's power. Fortunately, his wife is also pregnant with their third child (though the other two did not survive infancy). If King Arnold can secure both his child's succession to his throne and the borders of his kingdom, then he will truly be able to call his reign a successful one.

 

[Supergrej]

Name: Chief Boney son of Boney.
Age: 24
Faction: The Bonies Tribe, raider
Bio:
Boney was born the son of a minor tribal chieftan Boney who in turn was the son of another Boney, being the heir apparent Boney was raised to lead the tribe. Boney junior is a fierce fighter and though his aunt might also be his mother Boney was born with a talent for strategy, he often plots out devious plans on how to steal as many of his enemies bones as possible. But despite all the murderous rampages Boney and his tribal subjects get up to Boney is a sensitive man on the inside, he's emphatic and loves all of his children. He also likes to paint, he's been known to have painted some of the most artisticly pleasing blood murals in the former state of Washington, marking many spots where he has partaken in a murderous assault on caravaneers and/or unfortunate wastelanders.
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The Bonies are a fierce band of inbred tribal raiders with a keen intrest in bones, the Bonies wear the bones of their fallen enemies as a trophies. The Bonies ritualisticly and recrationaly abuse drugs and are often jacked up on psycho and/or jet whilst carrying out their raids. To be properly initiated as a Bonie the children of the tribe has to undergo the "Bonie test" a ritual where the young child is forced to steal a rib from a living wastelander. In order to complete the test the child has to take the rib without the victim bleeding out, the riskier posistion of the rib chosen is considered a sign of great promise. Because of the Bonie test most Bonies are proficent surgeons and many who have given up the tribal lifestyle have gone on to practice surgery, mostly in the field of bone surgery.

 

[Korona]

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Decimus Claudius Drusus
Age: 35
Faction: Nova Roma

Biography: Decimus Claudius Drusus, or David Locke, was born in Vault 191 forty years before the Coup and exile of Louis Scott Jr. At the age of 25, he joined the Vault Security Forces, serving on the 2nd Squad. After taking part in the Coup of January 27th, and the aftermath of said Coup, Locke fled Vault 191 with Louis Scott Jr and his followers. He took the name Decimus Claudius Drusus, one of the great politicians and generals of the early Roman Empire. Drusus proved to be a capable commander after he smashed 50 feral ghouls with his 15 legionaries. After the tragic death of Decima Domitia Nerva at the hand of plauge, Drusus was chosen by the Princeps as Praefecti Praetorio (Praetorian Prefect). Surviving ghouls, plauge, and hunger, Drusus is the one of the most capable commanders in Nova Roma.

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[XVG]

'Do we have a deal, boy?'​

Name: Jacob ‘Drummer’ Williams
Field: A merchant-adventurer running his ‘Mid-West Bazaars’, selling and acquiring arms and other items of interest.
Age: 25 (he isn’t sure about it himself though)

Mostly off Scandinavian and German ancestry, Jacob comes from a family who managed to find a spot in a now forgotten and abandoned Vault somewhere in Minnesota or Wisconsin. Not much else was known of his family or the fate of the dwellers, as the wasteland village in which he was born was devastated by an unknown force of nature. Orphaned Jacob made his way to Chicago, where he was taken care of by local citizens. Financial reasons and other hardships forced this family to abandon him when he was barely 14, and afterwards the disillusioned Jacob, who had now lost his family twice, started a career of petty crime, due to which he was expelled. He started a great trek in the Mid-West, and found refuge in an isolated region of Minnesota, stumbling upon a small abandoned National Guard bunker, which he made his home. The equipment, arms and other items were then sold by him to the BoS, and his career as a merchant, focusing on arms and extraordinary artefacts begun. In the following years he continued scavenging the region, selling his findings to the BoS or the nascent Union. He even begun organizing trade caravans from Chicago through the dangerous Kansas, and found a new market at Dog Town. Jacob relies on his main bazaar and home in Minnesota, somewhere north of the ruins of Minneapolis, and a few hideouts and secret stockpiles in Kansas and Nebraska. For the right amount of caps he will sell, scavenge or explore quite much anything. Jacob is especially annoyed by the war footing between the Mid-West BoS and the Union, which he considers a threat to his nascent business. Thus he tries to keep both sides happy, while attempting to expand to new, more stable markets. Jacob mostly only cares about money, as he tries to make the most profits from every single transaction. He is extraordinarily selfish and ruthless, only trusting a few of his most reliable partners who are helping run his business. A rumor tells that he even sold a few of his ‘unneeded’ companions as slaves to the Legion, in order to further his standing there. His eccentric personality might be explained by his difficult childhood and the fact that Jacob likely suffers from obsessive–compulsive disorder.

IC:

Departure from Minnesota
Part I
Part II
Part III

The Trail to Dog Town

Part I
Part II
Part III
Part IV

The Road to Chicago

Part I
Part II
Part III
Part IV

Towards Motown

Part I
Part II
Part III

IC characters:

Sarah Campbell, secretary of 'Mid-West Bazaars' at the Minnesota HQ
Abraham Baker, 'Mid-West Bazaars' representative in Dog Town, Legion Colorado
Julia, 'temporarily' 'slave' to Imperator Octavian Augustus
Bob Jones, 'Mid-West Bazaars' associate in Junction City, Kansas
Connor Young, 'Mid-West Bazaars' associate in Chicago, Brotherhood Illinois

Part I

 

[baboushreturns]

The Second Coming of the Son of Mars

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On the night of January the third 2300 a young Octavius Caesar Augustus the son of Edward Sallow, a man long dead by now, took his first steps into the pages of history. Edward Sallow had set out on an journey of his own almost 60 years ago, and had come to irrevocably change the course of history. Today Edward Sallow is known as Caesar however he didn't start out like that.

In the 2230's he was just a young kid raised in the roughest parts of the Boneyard. His father was a jet addict and had left his mother early on in Edward's life to pursue his addiction (the man was later found dead pulled apart by raiders). Edward was a weak boy by nature but over the years he became hardened through experience. Although his mother lacked the money to send him to one of the few schools operating in the NCR at that time he taught himself to read and took refuge from the violence that gripped his city with the Follower's of the Apocalypse. There he found a refuge and pursued a love of learning, reading anything he could get his hands on and especially enjoying the books relating to history, the ancient world especially. By the time he entered his late teens he decided to join the Followers and learned several tribal languages on their behalf, in time he became familiar with the cultures and histories of the tribes out East too. Soon his first test came and Edward Swallow along with Joshua Graham and Doctor Bill Callhoun set out on a journey that would change the East forever.

And so that night the third of January 2300 a 17 year old Octavius departed from his little Nevada hideout. Accompanying him came his most trusted companion Caius Gallus Salinus a man who had known and bore great love for Caesar and was now Octavius's most trusted and loyal companion as well as a party of 70 or so Legionnaires and bodyguards. The party made good time traveling the dusty Nevada freeways which had been Octavius's home for so many years. Until finally he left Nevada his boyhood home for perhaps, the last time.

Within 3 weeks the party reached the border of the Legion also known as the Colorado River. Retracing the steps of his father to some extent he and his men built several rafts and strung a rope across either bank, the party slipping across the river in several waves. One of the men ended up falling into the water but was reclaimed after nearly drowning. From there they took a quick breather and Octavius ordered that they continue their journey east. In the weeks and months that followed the band encountered many challenges and struggles ranging from the occasional radscorpion encounter to the omnipresent tornadoes and dust storms that choked a lot of the life out of northern Arizona and even managed to claim the lives of several of Octavius's men.

When in April of that year the band arrived on the outskirts of Dog-Town in Colorado they more resembled a band of refugees then a military unit. None the less it is said that Octavius a man with the charisma and confidence of many a lesser men barged into the main barracks for the 3rd Cohort 12th Legion (nicknamed the "Lost Legion" as a result of the deaths the unit incurred during the Utah Campaign) which had been stationed at Dog-Town as a home garrison for the city. There in that barracks Octavius announced for the first time publicly that he was the son of Caesar and as the words left his mouth he believed he had made a mistake as many of the legionairres in the barracks started laughing at him however not all of them did and one of the older more grizzled veterans recognized Caius Gallus. Shutting up the young pups he ordered them to hear this stranger out and so they did. Before them Octavius began to speak.

“Soldiers of the Legion! Hear me now and hear my words, lend me your ears, lend me your hearts, I have come here to you, today, not to speak of hatred, but of discontentment, and what was once a dream. Caesar once dreamt, and not only did he dream, he acted, he acted like no man before him had acted, for he was a great man. He took out, against all calls for caution, against all call for reason, he went out. He faced the tribes of the wastelands, he faced the fathers, the honoured fathers of what is now the legion, he faced them, with no fear in heart. He faced them, he did not back down, he did not falter but he stood strong, and he faced them.

He faced them, and those tribes are now the Legion. But tell me, brave legionnaires, what happened to that bravery, what happened to the courage, the honour, the lack of fear in the face of the enemy, where has it gone?

It has been buried, it was buried together with my father, yes, my father.” Augustus says as he pulls out a coin with Caesars image on it, moving forward, showing it to the legionnaires gathered. “With his death, so died the bravery, the courage and honour of the legion, instead replaced by treachery and shadows.

Look around you!” He says, motioning to the surrounding landscape. “What is this? This is nothing, it’s a barren waste, forgotten by Vulpes, not only the land, but you as well. The defeat of Vulpes wasn’t only a defeat for him, it was disgrace for the Legion. Three legions did not die alone.” Augustus stopped, motioning his hand to one soldier. “You were there.” Before on to a second. “You aswell.” Before going on to the third. “And you.” He said before placing his hand over his own heart. “And I was there as well.” He takes a pause. “We were all there, all of us with bleeding hearts! Cut open as the soldiers fell one after one, as their commander ran for his life. All of us died that day. I wept when I was told of the battle.”

Augustus said before gathering his composure, “Would my father have allowed this? He would never have allowed this to happen, he would have returned which such a fury that Utah would still tremble at the mere thought of him! My father, Caesar, would never have allowed you be forgotten, or that Denver be forgotten, he would have come here himself, and build a new paradise if needed, and so will I! I assure you, that I am my father’s son, I am his true heir, Caesar’s blood runs in my veins.

Tell me brave, honourable men of the Legion. Will you support me, do you trust me, like I now trust you, what say you! Will you march with me?” Augustus asked as he extended his hands. Salinus unsheathed his weapon and raised it in the air, “For Caesar!” and the soldiers began chanting. “CAESAR! CAESAR! CAESAR!”

His voice undulated and changed pitch audibly throughout the whole thing however by the end the men in the barracks were so engrossed in it that they did not care. Some did truly believe that this young man was the heir to Caesar...most however saw a chance to unseat Vulpes, a man who had cost the Legion 30,000 lives more then Graham and Lanius had ever lost combined, the 12th Legion was among those that had lost the most. And so, there in that room Octavius for the first time gained new followers. Out of a cohort of 400 men, 389 elected to join him. Within the week the unrest spread to the other barracks in and around Dog-Town and most of the remained of the 12th Legion totaling around 3,000 men decided to join Octavius.

With his seduction of the Lost Legion the young self proclaimed Emperor had himself a seat in the far east and was effectively in control of most Legion positions within Colorado. Despite his successes Vulpes still had many loyalists and several skirmishes broke out between warbands raiding of Vulpes behalf and Octavius's patrols. However even more disturbing then this it is rumored that Vulpes has begun to gather a large army to put down this rebellion of Octavius's before it even gets off the ground...

[3,000 men defect to Octavius, Dog-Town and eastern Colorado are now under Octavius's control, Oxford still can send an order for the regular turn, Tribune Horatius Commander of the XII Legion joins Octavius]

 

[baboushreturns]

Orders Due September 25th

 

[Harpsichord]

Brotherhood of Steel, D.C. Chapter​

Spoiler: Dramatis personæ

Spoiler: Elder Casdin

Age: 58
Position: Leader of the Brotherhood of Steel, DC Chapter
Bio:
Prior to the Schism with Lyons, Casdin was the most prominent of the dissidents within the Chapter. As things came to a head, Casdin led many hundreds of his brothers away from Lyons and the Citadel and set up a base of operations at Fort Independence. For this Lyons struck their names from the Codex, but as Lyons himself was now rogue, this was a gesture of spite more than substance.

At that point, Casdin re-organised his 'Outcasts' remodelling them to compensate for their lack of leadership, manpower and supplies. Casdin's breakaways continued their original mission, gathering tech and knowledge from the Capital Wastes, while avoiding direct conflict with other factions. In 2280, Casdin welcomed hundreds more of his Brothers during the second Schism within the Lyons faction. It was only in 2289 that these 'Outcasts' finally made contact with the Brotherhood back West, but rather than be brought home (as they had expected), they were instead instructed to establish a permanent base for the Brotherhood on the East Coast, and to, if possible, expand and strengthen their operations. For his service, Casdin was elevated to Elder, whereupon he brought his now formalised Chapter into line with Brotherhood doctrine.

This came to a sudden halt in 2296, when the Enclave launched a sudden strike on Fort Independence. Retreating to the Citadel, Casdin regrouped his Brothers and led them at the Battle of Raven Rock, a decisive ambush of Enclave forces. Since that victory, Casdin has done what he could to oversee the reconstruction of his Chapter. While friction remains between his Chapter and those of Lyons that remain with the D.C.C, Casdin treats the matter as he always has.​

Spoiler: Head Scribe Eleanor Yearling

Age: 64
Position: Head Scribe of the Brotherhood of Steel, DC Chapter
Bio:
Staying in service to Lyons following the first Schism, Senior Scribe Yearling joined with the Outcasts when Paladin Lyons led her followers into a formal alliance with Rivet City and the other civilian settlements of the Capital Wastes. Following the reunification and the restructuring of the Outcasts, Yearling was promoted by Casdin to Head Scribe. Her appointment has been seen by many in the Chapter as an act of reconciliation, aiming to heal the rift between the Brotherhood, but nonetheless her skills as a scribe are doubtless.​

Spoiler: Head Paladin & Head Knight Toby McGraw

Age: 60
Position: Head Paladin and Knight of the Brotherhood of Steel, DC Chapter
Bio:
One of the original Outcasts, McGraw followed Casdin's leadership willingly, despite them sharing the same rank. A senior Paladin and able leader, McGraw was the natural choice for Head Paladin and Head Knight, having worked for many years in both castes.
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Spoiler: Histories and other texts regarding the Brotherhood of Steel, D.C. Chapter

A brief history of the Brotherhood of Steel, D.C. Chapter, 2280-2300

 

[Noco19]

(Picture to come)​

Marie, Lady Ashur, Champion of the Workers, Paladin of the Scourge, Empress of the Pitt​

Age: 23
Faction: The Pitt
Biography: Daughter of Lord-turned-Emperor Ishmael Ashur and Sandra Kundanika, Marie's very birth marked a breakthrough in Pitt history. Her genetics allowed her a natural defense against the effects of radiation and the Troglydyte Degeneration Contagion, and thus she was the key Lord Ashur needed to uplift the Pitt and finally free his workers who were all essentially doomed a horrid life of mutation.

Unfortunately Lord Ashur's cure would only alleviate the lesser sufferings of TDC, and those majority that would turn still did. Still, Marie was upheld as a symbol of what the Pitt must become, a superior force to resist the harshness of the wasteland. Raising her to embody this, Marie received a similar upbringing that Ashur had in service to the Brotherhood of Steel - or at least as best he could manage without their technology - to train her mentally and physically. However, Lord Ashur would not see his daughter blossom into a true ruler, for he was assassinated when she was merely 17.

The following years would prove difficult for Marie, firstly on an emotional level, but also because she was suddenly thrust into control, albeit with the support of her appointed Lord Regent, General George Amenth, much to the chagrin of Crenshaw - Ashur's former right-hand thug and general psychopath. With Lord Regent Amenth serving as a loyal and strong agent, the Pitt stabilized as Marie worked to legitimize her reign, venerating her father and expanding the scope of the Imperial Cult to include the Ashur family as a whole.

Still young, Marie strives to continue her father's legacy, using the natural resources of the Pitt, and a great mass of captured workers, to fuel the construction of a new order, one that is run not through scavenging but on proper construction, one that does not pick the carcass of the yesteryears, but builds anew to unite the wastes and spread civilization, no matter how harsh and initially immoral the means may be.

 

[XVG]

The ‘Mid-West Bazaars’ HQ near the ruins of Minneapolis

In his private quarters Mr. Williams was busy counting his collection of historical coins. There was always the possibility that a few of them ended up missing. And that would, of course, be a disaster. He had collected coins since years ago, even though they weren’t used largely in the Wasteland. Now they used caps, rusty bottle caps. How disgusting. These coins of the old were far more unique, far more beautiful, and far more characterful. The coin Jacob Williams held in his hand was one of the new coins. Minted by the Legion under Caesar. How beautiful it was. Jacob put the collection back in place, but while doing so a few old US cents dropped to the floor. Jacob scrambled to rescue them, and of course decided to check through them all again. Maybe a few more dropped somewhere? Hopefully not. Then there was a knock on the heavy steel door of the bunker room.

"Mr. Williams, we have urgent news for you!" One of Jacob’s aides entered, bringing him a note. It was sealed and marked with the sign of the trader responsible for contact’s with the Legion at Dog Town. Jacob read through the letter and collapsed to his lowly chair.

"HOW CAN THIS HAPPEN? Now the Legion has a conflict too! Do they not think of trade? Do they not think of peace and order? WHAT HAVE I DONE TO EARN THIS? The Union and the Brotherhood, always at each other’s’ throats! And now this?"

"Sir, I am sure that the situation is stable enough…"

"SHUT UP! This is a disaster. Baker, you will immediately go to Dog Town and find out what the hell is going! I want my trade caravans to be safe! I WANT MY CAPS."

The aide stood there confused, until Mr. Williams’s angry glare made him bow and storm out. Jacob returned to counting his coins, but found his day already too ruined. He took his books and begun to read.

 

[Noco19]

Marie walked down the catwalks suspended high above the Workers below. At her right stood Crenshaw, a brutal man who she held little trust for. But he kept order. As she stopped before an assembled crowd - comprised of Workers below, raider soldiers along the adjoining catwalks - Marie breathed deeply. Her father had done this many times before, and she had been getting more familiar with public speaking. But still she worried if she filled the shoes of him. Now how to start...just like dad did.

​

A NEW DAWN

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Citizens of The Pitt, workers of Downtown, middle-caste of Middletown, traders of Uptown, and all fierce souls who do what must be done! ​

When my father - Lord and Emperor Ashur - came to the Pitt, it was a cesspool, a hive of suffering, chaos, and worthlessness. It was he who initiated the Great Scourge, it was he who brought order and stability to the Pitt, and it was he who took the fruits of our resources to construct a mighty Empire across the wastes, bringing civilization into the world.

But my father is no more, struck down at the hands of criminals and savages who reject our New World in favor of the decay of the apocalypse. And this loss is most tragic, for he was not simply a father to me, but a father to all of us, that figure who shielded us, who guided us, who gave us direction for we were lost children, adrift in a world of death!

And now I stand ready to succeed my father, in becoming a mother to all those of the Pitt. I shall nurture this Empire and this New World as one would nurture a baby, giving mine own blood and sweat and vigor so that it may blossom and grow even mightier, so that your own children, and their children, may live in a world free of the horrors we face today, a world constructed with a spine of steel and a heart that beats harder than that of the wildest beasts.

This, my children, is why you must work, this is why you face the hardships of labor, so that we all may prosper! You have been given the honor of being the builders of a better future, the honor of being among the civilized of the Pitt, the honor of living in a society that values you and all hard workers! Go forth my children and work for the Pitt!

 

[jeeshadow]

Name: Secretary Madison Bartlett

Age: 43

Faction: The Enclave

Biography: Current Secretary of Defense for the United States of America WIP

 

[Rovsea]

~Ron Shirley, President of the District of Columbia Confederation, Chairman of the DC Council, and Commander in Chief of the DC Corps

With these words I celebrate the dawn of a new age. Once again, mankind welcomes in the birth of a new century, and with it, the first great signs of hope in this wasteland. For the past two hundred and thirty three years we have struggled to survive the fallout of our forefathers. Allow me to be blunt; our fathers destroyed the world. Madness took them, and in the time of greatest need they committed the greatest violence this planet has ever seen.

Consider then, what it means when I say that we have rebuilt the world. It is not easy, and it is not complete, but we have started the process. It seems now to be unfair, that so long ago so few could, in so little time, condemn so many to suffer so greatly for so long. For hundreds of years we have suffered. We will suffer no more.

People of DC! Hear what I have to say! I can see a new Golden Age before us. It is an age built through desperation and determination and fear and terror. It is built with all the passion and all the conviction of generations of mankind. We have inherited this construction, and to my grave I will see it through. You all kn ow who I am, already what I have accomplished, and I think you all know what my plans for the future are. With your permission, and indeed I do need your permission to complete my works, I will rebuild the wasteland. I will sow new fields and spread new life over the corners of desolation.

Do not give in to despair! Take hope, that the future is bright, and all the brighter because of the present! In a land of darkness, monsters and horrors on all sides, we have persevered! We are the lighthouse shining brightly in the tumble and terror of the stormy night. And soon, day will break.

Daybreak will not come easily. We must pull it up, using every ounce of strength and courage left to us. Mothers, protect your children; fathers, protect your homes. Every man and woman will do their part in the coming days. Every person will do their part in the coming days. Each life is precious, as each life brings with it new possibilities for the future. I feel blessed, speaking today, because I know, better than any man before me in history the meaning of hope. Even through these decades of trial and tribulation, I have never given up hope. When I look at the lines of worry and strain in the faces of our citizens, I see hope, because I know that all that worry and all that stress will one day shape a better future. When I see men laboring inthe fields, or in the factories, or in the tunnels I feel hope because once again men are creating their futures, shaping their lives for themselves. When I see children playing in our streets, or studying in school, I feel the greatest hope of all, because I know I look at the greatest generation of our times.

I want all of you to share that hope with me. I want all of you to share the future with me. More than that, I want all of you to be the future.

Thank you. I will be working hard in the coming years, and I know you will be as well. Guard yourselves and guard our future jealously; it is all that we have.​

 

[Supergrej]

Boney looked over the quaint little NCR town from a distance, he had just eaten his first meal of the day, a brahim steak accompanied by a glass of thick brahim youghurt. He was tired out from a jet binge and had chosen to remain in camp today whilst the others of his tribe looted and raided and pillaged. Boney didn't like the way the state of the tribe was at the current moment, though the tribe was known for its medical prowess and knowledge of the human body the medicinewomen had always had a problem with stillbirth, though the women of the tribe often got pregnent and there was many childbirths it had seemed that the amount of surviving infants had gone higher and higher for every generation and it had gotten to a point where the women of Boney's generation barely gave birth to any healthy children at all. It was an ill omen, there was talk of reform, the men, though they loved their sisters had started to see the problematics of inbreditty and the women all yearned for having children of their own, preferably without weird growths and short lifespans.

The gun shots, squeels, screams and the iconic battle shrieks of his tribe had started to die out and the young chieftan decided to walk into the now burning town.
"My cheiftan, uh, my chieftan!" a young warrior shouted, desperate to get his cheifs attention.
"Yes, wha' you'se got for me littlebone" Boney answered before taking a sip of his brahim milk, his goblet spilling slightly over his bone-clad chest.
"There was barely up for no fights my chieftan, all women and children mostly, we've gathered them in the middle of town"

As he approached the town square Boney laid eyes on the crowd gathered by his warriors, a sorry lot of mostly kids and their mothers, he could hear their squeels of mercy as he walked by, taking a heigtened posistion over the crowd, he looked down an saw an opportunity of change.
"WARRIORS! I want your full attention!"
His men looked up at him, admiring their leader.
"I say, you bonie-boys did a real good job today, I reckon you did a number on whatever fighter was left in this sorry ass town" Boney spat demonstratively on the ground.
"Now, keeping in mind that you boys like to have your trophies, after all we are a proud tribe, but I see little glory in killing these kids, 'fore their bones are probobaly of insignificant value and will only slow our walk down! Instead boys, I tell you this! For too long our tribe has lessened and lessend by every generation, and yes, I know, I know, it makes for easier inheritance, and our blood will remain pure if we continue to hump our sisters, and yes new californian bones might not be as good inside trophies as ours!"
The tribe looked confused as Boney took a long breath.
"But we eventually have to take some of these dirty boned bastards in if we want to survive, I say we'll adopt a new tradition! I say we take all of these sorry assed californians and incorporate them, I mean, killing them would be a hassle, bringing them along might just save us all".

The tribals briefly considered their options, while many younger warriors didn't like what they were hearing the older killers had many times seen their kids come out dead. The dirty bones were taken, to breed the tribe out of its inbredness and to slave for the bonies, as slavewarriors and to carry the pack of the tribe.

 

[Noco19]

Motown Lore
A City Arisen from the Ashes​

Located beside a massive lake in the northern reaches of what was once the United States of America is an area known to its natives as Motown. Named Detroit prior to the Great War and its subsequent ending in atomic fire, it was devastated by nuclear fallout, its rivers turned poison, its urban centers heavily bombed. The once great industrial center of America had been reduced to ruins.

Still, there was life in these ruins, and these small pockets sought to eke out some degree of existence. It was not long before this thirst for survival turned bloody as rising gangs fought over what resources remained intact. This period of chaos was only exacerbated by both refugees fleeing from the nuclear cold of the north and the occasional American soldiers returning home in rout from their Canadian posts. Bands of raiders, usually behind a single warlord, became the basis of what little society remained, and survivors either joined up with a crew or became an easy victim.

During this period, the name Motown became associated over the entirety of old urban Detroit, its origin no one quite sure, though some guessed it had some association with the many industrial buildings found across the city. These centers, with their strange technology, orderly layout, and general safety became home to the strongest raider gangs, becoming essentially fiefs to these groups, their warlords becoming known more and more as Foremen, a sort of kingly title that denoted authority.

The faiths of the old times would be swept away, giving rise to superstitious reverence towards machinery and mechanics, with a Messianic figure known as Ford the Mechanist often credited as the first to give life to machines. Factories became not only political strongholds but places of worship, further empowering the Foreman who held it under his control. To get a running machine, especially a motor vehicle, was a sign of high prestige, and it was the goal of many Foremen to amass a number of cars, not only to better rule over the streets of Motown, but to attract recruits to his banners.

By 2300, Motown remains a chaotic city, governed by numerous quarreling fiefdoms of machine-worshiping lunatics and thugs, its streets filled with blood and metal.

 

[EnvyDemon]

It is a cold day in Shady Sands, everyone is going about their business, and in a small ballroom, located in the Hall of Congress, packed with Government Officials, News Reporters, and other important VIPs waiting for the recently sworn in president, Harrison James Richards, to give a speech about an attack by raiders in a small tribe in one of the northern states of the NCR. President Richards stepped up to the microphone and began to address the crowd.

"My countrymen, friends, and citizens of this great republic of New California, on this tragic day. I have called a press conference to announce that a group of savages had attacked a village in one of the northern states. The men were killed, women raped, and children taken as slaves. I’m announcing that I am putting a $20,000 bounty on whoever can kill this fiend or bring him to justice. I want to hang this man’s head on my wall, and make it clear not to mess with the New California Republic. Since the battle of Hoover Dam, people thinks we’re pushovers. No longer, this man we be made an example of, that in the republic, murder will not be tolerated."

He received a standing ovation.​

 

[Lonelylurker]

Marcus gazed at the small pile in his 'out' box, and the much larger pile in the 'in' box, and rubbed his temples.

"Calamity, does it make me a bad person that all this paperwork makes me nostalgic for the days of devastating the countryside and dipping screaming captives into The Vats?"

"Nah chief, just an administrator. That urge is as old as bureaucracy.
In the old days they kept a torture chamber in the basement with convenient cells full of political prisoners to work out your aggressions on."

The big mutant pretended to consider the idea for a moment.

"No, we couldn't cover up enough disappearances. Any other ideas?"

"Well, after that came Television, but I wouldn't go that road. that shit was messed up!"

 

[Mikkel Glahder]

Phillilp Wells was on a trip with his old friend Captain Dullhorth in the snowy woods north of the city of Ronto. They both had their military greatcoats on. Watched from behind, they looked identically in the gray brownish color of the clothes. They were almost the same height and had the same green eyes that could be cold and lovely at the same moment. Their feelings told by their smiles and the rest of their colourful, often maniacally facial expressions.

He and Jack chatted a lot while they walked, it wasn't words coming out of his mouth though. At one point though, Jack turned around and Phillip could only see his silhouette and something reddish coming out of his mouth. It felt weird but as a normality at the same time for Phillip. He believed it was blood as the sounds coming from Jack sounding like his gag-reflex, but he never knew. Not today either. They walked on as nothing had happened and everything was happy, until they came to a forest clearing where the bright sunrays hit their bodies but he didn't feel the warmth, even though it was midsummer. That was when he realized he wasn't breathing at all. He couldn't even move, he just stood there, in time and space looking at the sky that had turned black and the stars rotating aroudn him with such a speed he could only see brightness all around him. That was until he heard a monstrous sound and saw a giant mooses head pop out from the bushes. Jack smiling at him whilst Phillip was trying to warn him, but only a slight whisper came out of his mouth and he felt icecold. The great mutated monster charged at Jack and he was pushed up on its horns, blood all around and worst of all, the screams as his internal organs began to fly around and then the silence as the dead jack lay on the ground, still warm and the moose looking at Phillip like it said he should leave and never come back. He began to run, as fast as he could, back the way they came, tripping over almost everything.

When he came back, his father stood in the door opening with his long yellow and pink cigar. When Phillip came up to him, he collapsed and his father didn't as much as look at him when he said: "Get over it Phillip, he's dead. You're looking like a woman who just lost her kettleholders. Now get away from this place!" He said as he kicked Phillip in the guts and closed the door. Instead of falling down on the ground, he kept falling down into the blackness of space and fell and fell, never stopping.

Phillip woke up when he fell down on the floor beside his bed, sweating but still feeling cold. He never saw his father's face in that dream. The moment the bad dream had ended he forgot Jack's face aswell, and that made him sad and he shed a tear but quickly wiped it away. "I knew it," he thought as he got up, "It was that dream. That damned dream." He went into the office and look at the moose's head hanging there. He thought about Jack as he sat down. "Poor Jack, why you. The best of the two of us. We could have let Ronto into a better future; but instead I am forced to do it alone." He sighed and saw out the window. All black, but he wasn't feeling tired. He turned on his lamp and looked at the papers of imminent problems. It might have looked like he was reading, but his eyes were fixed on the picture of Jack Dullhorth that was in a golden frame at his desk. He knew he had to get some sleep and he went back to bed, with his wife, Catherine, lying beside him. It took a long time, but eventually he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep...