Fallout: Wasteland Survival [Inactive]

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Fallout: Wasteland Survival - Our world has been destroyed by war, but humanity still hasn't learned their lesson...

SEASON 1
War. War never changes.


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War is a mess. It brings destruction. It brings hate. It brings death. It brings rain. It brings sorrow. It brings pain.


The year is 2277, 200 years after the war. Civilization has been brought upon the land of Washington D.C, with towns such as Megaton and Rivet City guiding travelers. However, there are also wandering evil in the lands. Super Mutants, raiders,...
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SEASON 1


EPISODE 1: LIFE GOES ON


"The Capital Wasteland. A desolate void of what used to be Washington D.C. This world was destroyed by war, yet life still goes on. However, all following life, must also follow death."


And so, our weary travelers begin their journeys...
 
As the wind whips through the vast emptyness of the D.C. Wasteland, Malakai is found sitting next to an irradiated pond. He is hunched over, out of breath. On his T51b power armor, there are blood stains from the yao guai he has killed. Tch...I havent outrun them yet...nor will I be able to. He pulls out his plasma pistol and checks the energy cell attatched. Still full...good. He stands up, running his hand over his shaved head, and turns to see two yao guai running in his direction. Strategy after strategy race through his head and he finally decides on one. He would rely on his high strength and his high intelligence (check the stats :P ). Both yao guai pounce on him at once. Almost instinctively, he holds his non shooting arm up and the yao guai bites down on his power armor at the forearm. At the same time, he whips his plasma pistol around and pulls the trigger, sending a bolt of plasme between the other yao guai's eyes. One down. He bashes the yao guai clamped onto his forearm with the butt of his plasma pistol to detatch it from his armor. "Not your lucky day" *ZZAP* With that, the second yao guai goes down. He takes a deep breath holsters his plasma pistol. Bending over, he takes a short drink from the irratiated water. Lucky he had lead belly, which absorbed half of the radiation he normally would have gotten from drinking the water. After a bit he stands up and wiped the irradiated water from his lips. Looking around, he sees nothing of interest so he decides to start walking back home to Megaton. Hopefully there would be a scouting group of raiders on the way back he could slaughter
 
Akumu's gleaming crimson eyes, seeming more towards the amber side, glistened through the bright sun as she took aim with her own customed rifle. She was nearly fifty meters from her designated target; a protectron that seemed to be guarding the Rob Co. facility. This certain facility stood not too far from Tenpenny tower, so she took her chances to scavenge for any sort of scrap metal. Only then would she be able to repair her rifle.


Her breath slowed and she zoned in on the robot. As soon as it came to a stop, the trigger was pulled. A loud zapping sound pierced the air and a thunk soon followed after. Being stucken precisely upon its head, the protectron fell and collapsed upon the sandy ground. "Finally. . nearly took out every last bit of ammo I had. . " At last, she stood up and wiped the dust free of her cloak. Being out for nearly two days without simple luxary was beginning to get to her head. With all of the robots down, she claimed her prize and headed down towards the site. The first robot she approached was known as Mr. Gutsy; a savage robot that's been causing her grief for quite a while now. Strappin the rifle back around her, she knelt down and began sifting through the robot, picking up some scrap metal here and there every so often. After she had picked up the left over microfusion cells and what not, she wandered over towards the next heap of metal and did the same. After finishing up here. . I'm sure I can simply head on in and clear out the area afterwards. . should be. . simple enough. . she thought, sighing and unstrapping her gasmask. After pulling it off, she took an inhale of the irradiated air then made her way around the building, scouting around once more for precautions.
 
As the distant sound of a plasma rifle discharing sounds, Noah turns his head to listen for a second shot. .................. Nothing. "Must be a sharpshooter...or a hunt. It came from over by tenpenny tower...maybe the bastards dead.." He finds himself starting out towards the sound of the gunshot. He was coming from the other side of RobCo than Tenpenny Tower (I posted a map in OOC). As he travels towards Tenpenny Tower, he passes Fort Independence on his left. I do not want to mess with the brotherhood outcasts again...what a bunch of assholes. As he reaches a small hill just before RobCo, he sighs. Climbing things in power armor was never fun, so he decided to go around to the north. As he reaches the point to go south, he catches movement out of the corner of his eye. There, he saw a scene of pure horror. There was a pack of yao guai devouring the carcasses of what used to be raiders. This kind of thing was not out of the ordinary for the wastelands. He realized that he was looking at the VAPL-84 power station. So thats it. He knew raiders would sometimes use the power station as a launching point for raids...I suppose these Yao Guai also knew.


As he starts walking again, a gust of wind picks up some sand into his face and he sneezes, immediately freezing. He turns to see the pack of yao guai staring at him. "Sh*t..." He draws his plasma pistol and holds it steady, pointed at them. All at once, the pack of 3 charged at him. He quickly holsters his weapon and reaches behind him, pulling out a frag grenade. He pulls the pin and counts. 5..4...3..the tao guai are getting closer. 2...1!!! He throws the grenade at them and it exlodes right in the middle of them. Limbs fly left and right as a bloody mist settles down onto the ground. Two died instantly, while the other two were well on their way to meet death. He walks over to what looked to be the alpha male and steps on it neck, twisting it. He was a ruthless man, but not a cruel one. He wanted to put them out of their misery. The second one was yelping because it had a sizable chunk missing from its abdomen. Noah repeats the process on it and it falls still. He walks over to the raiders' bodies and begins to rummage through their belongings. Nothing of interest...just some caps. He continues on towards the facility. He was hoping that whoever fired that shot earlier didnt hear the grenade go off, but it was unlikely.
 
Ragnarok had witnessed the warrior clad in power armor's performance against the yao guai he wasn't too impressed, but hey at-least he survived, most would have attempted to flee though that'd prove inevitable. He was rather bored of travel alone, his last companions had been killed off by a group of death claw him being the only survivor killing off the death claw avenging his fallen comrades. "He'll make a good running buddy" he thought to himself...





"Oy good kill human"





Throughout his travels he'd gone so mad that he'd stopped referring himself as a human-being going so far as to mark his entire body in the form of a skeleton, He'd become the living embodiment of death and he now stood before the warrior clad in power armor. Ragnarok wore a chinese stealth beneath a leather-duster, his weapon of choice a samurai sword was strapped on his back protruding from the coat while a sawed-off shotgun could be seen on his hip. His voice was cool almost soothing a rare trait among-st mass murdering psychopaths...





"Where ya headed?"
 
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Just about done. The girl thought, smiling proudly to herself. It's been a good few years of practice, but this shooting realy paid off during her spare time. Before she had entered the facility, she paused only to hear a loud explosion, not to far from her right. She veered around and unstrapped her rifle. Only thing left to do now was get whoever was out there to back off completely. Great. . this is just perfect. . Akumu took aim and zoomed in on the site of the explosion. Debris blew up from the ground and gave away this person's position completely. As she took a good look around using her scoped rifle, All there was left to do was target someone. The first person she spotted was a person suited in power armor. The other. . well. . that one looked far different from the rest.


"Please tell me I'm dreaming. . they're not some sort of team, are they?" With that, she lowered her rifle and stepped towards the facility entrance and opened it up, stepping inside. Akumu shut the door behind her before moving along, glimpsing around for any sign of places to simply keep herself hidden. For now, she would lay low until she was assured that they meant no harm what so ever.
 
(I'm really sorry guys but I have a bit of driving ahead of me. Can we freeze until I get back please?)


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Malakai turns his head to look at the stranger. He immediately draws his plasma pistol and takes aim. It only takes him a second to realize that he wasnt face to face with a feral ghoul. "What in the...jesus you looked like a damn ghoul..." He puts away his plasma pistol and crosses his arms. "Thanks...theyre not exactly hard to kill. Who the hell are you supposed to be? Death?" He asks, staring at the flesh clad skeleton of a man in front of him
 
Lone Wanderer Update: Mister Burke was killed by the Lone Wanderer and Lucas Simms in Megaton.


A New Gameplay Addition: The Lone Wanderer is now going to be thrown into the mix of things. I am going to be adding a Hero into the mix. The Lone Wanderer is not going to die, but his progress will go on throughout this roleplay and will affect the Wasteland. Also, Good Karma characters will be marked in blue while Bad Karma will be marked in red. Neutral characters are simply marked in the normal text color. These new rules only apply to these Lone Wanderer updates. Happy Wastelanding!
 
SuperChocoMilk updated Fallout: Wasteland Survival with a new update entry:


Some New Additions

A couple new additions to the roleplay, if you like. These just add more depth to it and make it seem more like a game.
Lone Wanderer Updates: These are exactly what they say they are.


Death of NPC: Just minor updates of NPC deaths.


Special Character: In this instance, a special character is going to approach the players and attempt to join them. These special characters are basically companions, except completely original. Companions from the game may be found in their...
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He smirked at the man's retort, before replying accordingly...





"Aye I am death"





A shrill laugh followed as soon as the last word left his lips, resting his face in palms of his right hand revealing his pip-boy a trophy he'd claimed during one his raids on a vault. It had proven more useful then he'd imagined. The laugh would replaced by a slight pause, it was as if he'd heard something, he then returned his attention to the man before him...





"I am called Ragnarok, I am a wandering merc for hire...What do they call you in this God-forsaken land ?"
 
Her crimson eyes traced nearly ever crevice and piece of trash that lined the walls of the facility. Such pity for a place that would've been considered a decent place to stay. She strapped her gas mask back on and flicked a switch upon its surface. Only then did she circle around a few protectrons that have been shut down.


"What shame. . Could've came into use. ." she mumbled, withdrawling her pulse revolver she had managed to steal from a wastelander not too long ago. It was a usefull weapon and all, yet it remained a weapon that grabbed way too much attention. Akumu pushed up against a wall and made her way around it, keeping her steps silent and unheard. The one thing that reminded on her to keep moving were the two wastelanders she's spotted not too long ago.
 
Malakai eyes the pipboy on Ragnarok's wrist. He must have gotten it in a raid...bastard. "The names Malakai. You sure you're a merc? That seems a little high-brow for someone with raider written all over him..." He stares at Ragnarok...his guard completely up. He never let his guard down when he thought raiders were around. "I hope you're not looking for trouble..." His hand rests onthe handle of his plasma pistol
 
He had noticed the man's posture, he obviously felt threatened by the heavily tattooed man's presence. This amused Ragnarok he smirked casually before replying to the question which would determine if this encounter would lead to a blood bath or a joint understanding...





"...Mate if I were looking for trouble I would've let me hand cannon do the talking..."





He was clearly referring to well -taken care of sawed-off that had been holstered just above his thigh. As he spoke the smirk on his face quickly vanished being replaced by a much more menacing look, the seriousness could be seen within his dark eye's. This man was death and he would live up to the name if he felt he hand too, he had noticed the man gesturing towards his plasma-pistol, in his own mind he knew he'd be too slow to draw his weapon quicker then Ragnarok could throw one of the many blades hidden within his coat due to the weight of the power armor, allowing him to then go for his shotgun.





"...Trust me I know what your thinking and I wouldn't if I were you I've been killing out here for a long time.... Like I said I'm just a simple mercenary for hire nothing more nothing less..."
 
Malakai sighs and his hand drops to his side. It was obvious this guy wasn't bluffing. Raiders were known for being ruthless, not for their sharpshooting, but then again...this guy claims hes not a raider. Yeah right. He had plenty of dealings with raiders, the first time being when they slaughtered his parents in front of him. The memories flash in front of him for a brief moment before he refocuses on Ragnarok. "Im sure if you're as skilled as you say you are, then you are aware of the stranger at RobCo over there." Engaging in a fight with this man wouldn't be smart. Sure, he could pop of a shot before he cocked his shotgun, but the likelihood of him being able to incapacitate him before he fired was slim. His strategy was to make Ragnarok aware of a third presence, possibly a threat. This was a wild card. For all he knew, that person could be a super mutant, a deathclaw....maybe a bloatfly...
 
He was again impressed, for he had picked up on the presence of another a little ways off, likely another wasteland survivor scavenging for supplies, he'd run into a great deal of them during his time as a Raider, often slaughtering them without hesitation and in rare cases capturing them to sell as slaves...





"..I see you noticed it as well yea... Wanna check it out? could be a few caps I'd be willing to split em with ya us being partners and all..."


He'd already convinced himself this would be his new comrade until he'd found a client willing to pay him handsomely.
 
Lone Wanderer Update: The Lone Wanderer has saved Megaton by disarming the nuke in the middle of it. He now ventures out towards Minefield for Moira.
 
A slight smile flickers across Malakai's face and it lasts all of a half of a second. He found himself going over the words that had just come out of Ragnarok's mouth. Partners. That word had been nothing but trouble for him in his trek from New Vegas to the D.C. wasteland. He ponders for a moment and nods. "Alright...that sounds like an idea. But let me tell you something...*he becomes very serious* ...dont f*ck me...it hasn't ended very well for the others and it would be a shame if this partnership were to end...prematurely"
 
Akumu took her time to lower herself towards the ground. Heavy metallic steps echoed within the walls and that was enough for her to think a few things through. Her weapon was holistered and a breath was taken. Originating from an enclave base gave her both advantages and disadvantages in times like this. Possessing weapons from the laboratory she last remembered were delicately used day to day. There was no way she was going to head on back and simply ask for more weaponry.


Her hand reached up and clicked a switch just upon her gas mask and a soundwave, not duable to human ears, pulsed through the location. Of course, she wasn't at all alone in such a lonesome and conflicted world. Stolen property was something that she's become quite fond of. As soon as she had clicked the button, faint steps began to be heard just above. She then nodded to herself and pulled out a spherical object. (something used by the enclave to capture the lone wanderer just after he got the G.E.C.K if you remember) Akumu counted to herself after hitting the button upon the weapon and as soon as she had gotten to three, she leaned forward into a sentry's sights and threw it. Upon contact, the explosion, not all too loud, immobolized the enemy long enough for something else to attack; a robotic dog build for tearing things apart. It had torn through the ceiling and lunged out at the sentry, tearing the metal from the robot completely. That's that. . Akumu thought, taking a look behind her. Alright. . keep moving. .
 
Lone Wanderer Update: The Lone Wanderer has killed Arkansas in Minefield. He has also took the Sniper Rifle off of his body.
 
He laughed heading his new found comrades words, the man would have nothing to worry about Ragnarok was not one to double cross his allies, he then turned his attention to the facility not too far off, he could hear a small battle ensuing, thus peaking his curiosity.





"Say you hear that over there..."
 
Malakai nods as he turns his head towards the facility. "Must be a looter. Sentrys wouldnt attack nothing" He says as he begins walking towards RobCo. This time, instead of unholstering his plasma pistol, he reaches behind him and gets his chinese assault rifle. The bana mag in it indicated that it was an AK-47 knockoff, but either way, no one wants to be at the recieving end of this gun. He removes the magazine and counts his rounds, making sure the mag was full. Once hes done he loads it and cocks it sback, sending one round into the chamber. "You comin'?"
 
She whistled out to her companion and within seconds, she headed on back through the display room, where her eyes kept clear sight of any robot that decided to move. Her steps remained light and undetectable until furthur notice. As for the dog, it scouted up ahead and veered around the corner. Of course, she wasn't alone in such a facility. First thing she heard was flesh being torn from what seemed to be a mole rat, what with all of the squeels. Withdraling her pulse revolver, the girl turned the corner and took aim at the first ememy that came into view. One shot to the head was all it took to end the mole rat's existance. As for the other, it was taken down with ease by the dog.


"Push around the rest of the area up ahead, boy. Get rid of any other rats or insects you find. It'll be quieter in the meantime." One command was all it took before it ran off, scouting the perimeters.


This was no longer ground she stood on, for it was replaced by a thin line of metal rather than concrete. Walking made it more difficult to stay quiet so instead of exploring for what she needed, she followed behind her companion at a distance, allowing it to do what it was told. All the while, she still kept a good lookout for anyone she thought was going to follow her anytime soon.
 
Malakai continues on towards RobCo. He reaches the front door and finds it slightly open. Now Im sure someones here. He pushes open the door and walks inside. There were several broken protectrons scattered about, so he decided to rummage though them. Nothing...damn. He decides to press on further into the facility. It was quite obvious that he was walking the same path as whoever was in there
 
(OOC: It took me a while, but here is my starting contribution to this roleplay. Hope you all enjoy it)


It was a clear day. A few ravens could be seen high up in the sky. From a small corridor between two house at the edge of the Canterbury Commons apeared a young woman. It has been a couple of weeks since Amanda last ventured out into the wastes for a long hunting trip. There have been a few short trips, no longer than a day, and she had a few beautifull radscorpion stingers to show for it. But today she would go further than she had ever gone before. She told her parents she would be away for at least a couple of days, but that they didn't need to worry. She knew enough hideouts and was well armed.


Apart from the antique hunting rifle, which has been in the family for generations, she also caried her trusted 10mm pistol. Even though she didn't name the wapons they were very dear to her and she kept them in the best possible shape. The rifle had been given to her by her dad, who got it from his dad and so on. For it's age it looked and functioned remarkably well, courtesy to the delicate care all it's owners had given it. Amanda had been shooting for as long as she could remember. Starting with a simple bb-gun, and then quickly moving on to a cheap hunting rigle. When she turned 18 her dad gave her the family heirloom, an old scoped hunting rifle, which had belonged to her great-great granddad. From that moment it was her favorite weapon. It was a heavely modified piece of equipment, and with some practice she became a real sharpshooter. She could it a bloatfly in the head from over five hundred feet.


Today however she was not after bloatfly. She heard rumors about a derelict power plant, far to the north. That was where she would be heading towards first. From previous experiences Amanda knew those old abandoned building often contained salvagable material, and with a little luck there would be treasure waiting there. Besides the power station there also was a rumor about some open vault nearby. Maybe that would be her secondary destination.


As she leaves town Amanda looks back one last time. Little did she know she would be away for far longer than she would have expected. With her rifle in hand she moves out of the town and onto a small path going north. It's a long walk to the location where she expects the power station to be, but she is used to walking long distances. Within the first hour of her trip she already spotted several molerats. At this point it wasn't a hunting trip, so she left the creatures alone. As the day progressed the temperature rose and it became a very nice sumers day. Softly whistling a cheerfull tune Amanda almost forgot where she was. But right when she started to become careless the Wastland pulled her back into reality. From just over a ridge she was aproaching she heard voices. Quickly she got down to the ground and started crawling to the edge of the ridge. As she peeked over the edge she could see two men standing opposed to each other. A woman was sitting in between them. The men where arguing, and by the lookes of the collar around the woman's neck they must have been slavers. A sudden rage started to overcome Amanda. She had never killed a human being before, but right now she didn't care if those slavers were human or not. They would have to die, there and then.


Before she could take aim, one of the slavers pulled out a gun and shot the woman at his feet through her head. The other slaver jumped back and started to draw his gun as well. Amanda decided not to wait till they were done with eachother and aimed at the head of the man who shot the woman. She softly sqeezed the trigger, and with a loud 'bang' the bullet left the barrel of her rifle. Within the blink of an eye the bullet had crossed the distance between amanda and the slaver and hit him just below his ear. He was dead before he hit the ground. The second slaver looked around in shock, trying to find out where that shot came from. But he was to late. A second bulled ripped through his jacked and the impact trew him to the ground. He lived for just a few more seconds, as his life drained from him into the dusty ground. Up on the ridge Amanda stayed in cover for a few more minutes, making sure nobody else would show up. Then she got up and walked over to the spot where the three bodies lay on the ground.
 
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