DrTrollinski
Don't let the name scare you.
USA, 2160
It's been eighty years since the war that ended the world, and most people had come to agreement that war, does in fact change as the time goes on - Billions dead, whole countries destroyed, breeds of plants that acted as food sources extinct, billions of species of animals, all extinct except for some. War. War does change. War changed everything about life that people knew of, and before the war, there were two types of people.
There were the vault-goers, and the unlucky ones. The vault-goers lived a luxury life underground where they had enough food to last them for centuries, as well as clean, non-radiated water that would last them even longer. They could reproduce down here, had sources of essential vitamins to avoid certain diseases and conditions, and they had a lifestyle. The only people that got into the vaults were the following people: The government, the agencies, the doctors, the geniuses, and the rich. Once the vaults were filled and closed, they were destined to never be reopened until 'the world was right again'.
As for the poor souls on the outside, they were forced to sit through the bombing and the suffering. They were the ones that barely managed to survive and reproduce the future generations - they hid it out in caves or underground bunkers that offered very little choice for survival, but they had nothing left to go on. Over the first fifty years, life was a struggle for them, and life was horrendous, in all honesty. Those who didn't get killed by the radiation or the blasts were killed by the raiders, the bandits, or the mutations that the harsh wasteland held. That was all that was out there for them. Following that, thirty years onward and civilization had started to restore. There were radiation zones in countless places, but with the medical treatment they had available for radiation, as long as you didn't stay in the said zones for too long, you'd be fine. We'll learn more of the treatments later on. There were rules of the wasteland that a lot of people knew about, things such as not travelling at night, avoiding fights you can't win, hiding in places you can escape from - all the basic stuff, really. It took brains to know the rules, but it took initiative to know how to follow them. There were hundreds that fell to the wasteland, hundreds that were torn to pieces by an over-irradiated and mutated scorpion, and hundreds that were obliterated by raiders who were looking only to steal food, ammo, water, or guns.
The USA was ran by a supposed government that no one knew about. No one had ever seen them, ever met them, ever heard from them - Well, that's not entirely true. They'd heard from the government, but it was a mere voice on a radio that promised changes to the country and a better life for all - that hasn't even shown the first signs of happening yet. Many people ventured out to try and find the government and their branches - the only known government branches were large paramilitary-like organizations that had the firepower and know-how that was needed to disintegrate anyone that tried to challenge them. Or so they thought. Anything was possible in the wasteland, and with the modern technologies that these guys still developed, those who picked a fight with them never lived to tell the tale. These wasteland warriors were sometimes seen patrolling the wasteland in their armor that could only be compared to that of a Storm Trooper from the Star Wars series - they hunted the things that radiation created. They hunted mutants, super-mutants, ghouls - name it, they'll kill it, regardless of whether or not they are feral or friendly.
In the wasteland there is war. And war always changes.
Tonopah, Nevada.
The Good, The Brad, and The Ugly.
Brad sat atop a sandy and dusty hill that wasn't too far out of the town of Tonopah in Nevada. He'd been watching these 'survivalists' for at least a weak now, in their snazzy little town that they'd worked on fixing up, presumably over the course of many, many years. One half of the town was a crater, that was the only problem - the rest of it was fenced off with scrap metal and other stuff that had been welded together to serve as some sort of wall. Brad even thought he could see an old car door on there. He was looking at them through his pair of binoculars; he was lied down in the sand after checking to make sure there nothing dangerous nearby. He knew that there was nothing of the kind when he found the Radecko leaves sprouting on the hilltop. What are Radecko leaves, you might ask? Almost like tea leaves, but different. They have a rather shit-like taste to them, but they were one of the healthiest treats you could have in the wasteland if you didn't mind the diarrhea they may or may not cause. Why were they healthy? Because they were plants that had almost gone through an evolution sequence to survive against the radiation. These things thought off radiation, and they were used for the modern-day medical care in most circumstances, and were one of the primary ingredients in 'Radpaks' - over time, with a lot of trial and error and a lot of mutations, people that were stuck on the outside finally managed to create something that helped neutralize radiation from the body. The only problem was, it was one of the most expensive healthcare items on the market - it was so expensive that you'd think you had to pay for looking at it.
Then again, it depends what you consider expensive. The currency moved to bottle-caps. The only thing that was salvageable from landfills and vending machines. Some had millions, others had only a few - depending on where you looked, a few bottle caps could buy you a gun. It worked in that sort of way, but Brad had his babies all lined up and maintained - he didn't need to waste the nice little saving of caps that he had with him on buying weapon parts or paying for repair services. He knew how to do that just by himself.
He saw some people jump into the air with their hands up high. The wall wasn't really tall enough to keep a sniper out, but he didn't plan on shooting any of these people. He'd been listening to a few of the travelers at campfires after he'd stalked them for long enough and managed to avoid getting seen - apparently this one town was close to getting clean, radiation-free water. And he was guessing that that's what had happened now. They were dancing around and parading about like it was the 4th of July.
"Hah," He chuckled to himself as he tore one of the Radecko leaves from the ground and shoved it into his mouth; he started chewing on it and just ignored the taste. He wasn't suffering from radiation poisoning, but you could never be too careful. ".. Congratulations, boys... Congratulations." He chuckled softly again and then rolled over to lie on his back to look up at the sky. It was a simple and light blue, which was nice to look at for the time-being. He liked isolation and being alone, but today was the day that that was all going to have to change. He heard a shuffling down in the desert sands below the hill he was on, that alongside heavy breathing. He slowly sat up and cocked his gun before standing up, carrying his bag and gear with him as he made his way down the slope - his boots scraped in the sand, but he didn't care, if anything popped out at him, he knew he could take it down easily.
It was a young boy.
The child was crawling through the sand on all fours - it looked like he was struggling to breathe as well. When Brad got close he heard the faint clicking of his rad-counter going off in his backpack. That wasn't a good sign.
"Kid, can you hear me?" He asked, the child ignored him and kept moving, but when he got five feet forward he vomited a pure-white liquid into the sand and then passed out. "Shit." Brad muttered - he didn't know what to do. He never had been good with children, but he had to do something. He picked the child up in both arms and began making a run towards the town, screaming as he got close to the gate. "HEY! HEY! OPEN UP!"
The gates slowly creaked open - they were on some sort of engine or mechanism, and when they opened the screech of rusty gears was heard echoing across the area around them. He didn't care about the noise - this kid was dying, and there was no denying that. Brad had been a bad guy so far when it came to morals - he didn't help those he cared for, so he didn't understand why he was helping some random child. Helping him didn't mean squat, and it wouldn't benefit him either. The child looked very young, and the only thing Brad saw him as was another mouth to feed, and another ass to wipe. The child was pale in the face and unconscious, so Brad just sprinted into the town and scanned around until he found the doctor's office - he burst inside and ran past all of the grimy patients that were waiting to be seen - their skin was half-black with dirt and a lot of their hair had fallen out. This town was a town of poverty, no less.
He kept going through the small building until he spotted the doctor, a sweat-headed man with dirty glasses that looked like they had windows as lenses - his labcoat that he was wearing was dirty with what Brad could only assume to be vomit and blood, but regardless, he set the kid down on the bed and looked at him.
"He's dying. Radiation, I think... Dehydration as well, probably... Do something, doctor... don't let him die." He said, for some reason he had feelings for this little boy that had come into his life in such dire circumstances, but he turned around to leave nonetheless.
"You can't leave him with me. A child cannot sort the payment plan." He said. Brad sighed and instantly turned back and collapsed into a dirty chair beside the bed - he watched the doctor pull out the rich man's medicine. A Radpak. A formula thrown together in any boiler-room and sold for ten times more than what it cost to make it. People still thought only of money - or bottle caps - in even this day and age. It was sad. He didn't want to spend a large chunk of his savings, but he didn't want to be the reason a child died either. He had no choice in this matter any more, and he knew that as soon as he saw the doctor connect an IV to his tiny arm, followed by attaching the Radpak as well. The orange, syrup-like liquid slowly worked its way into the boy's bloodstream. Now it was all down to fate - if he was too severely dehydrated, this would have been a waste of time, and money. (@Mitheral)
(I'll give you a chance to write your character introduction down. I've written a lot - I know the anti-radiation things seem quite strange, but in terms of the video games as well, that's there so things seem more logical. Without that sort of stuff, everyone would die of the radiation - that's their way of avoiding it. The Radecko plants are not in the game, though. I made those up
I hope you like that little idea, lol. I look forward to your post. Put your characters in the new character tab as well, eh?)
It's been eighty years since the war that ended the world, and most people had come to agreement that war, does in fact change as the time goes on - Billions dead, whole countries destroyed, breeds of plants that acted as food sources extinct, billions of species of animals, all extinct except for some. War. War does change. War changed everything about life that people knew of, and before the war, there were two types of people.
There were the vault-goers, and the unlucky ones. The vault-goers lived a luxury life underground where they had enough food to last them for centuries, as well as clean, non-radiated water that would last them even longer. They could reproduce down here, had sources of essential vitamins to avoid certain diseases and conditions, and they had a lifestyle. The only people that got into the vaults were the following people: The government, the agencies, the doctors, the geniuses, and the rich. Once the vaults were filled and closed, they were destined to never be reopened until 'the world was right again'.
As for the poor souls on the outside, they were forced to sit through the bombing and the suffering. They were the ones that barely managed to survive and reproduce the future generations - they hid it out in caves or underground bunkers that offered very little choice for survival, but they had nothing left to go on. Over the first fifty years, life was a struggle for them, and life was horrendous, in all honesty. Those who didn't get killed by the radiation or the blasts were killed by the raiders, the bandits, or the mutations that the harsh wasteland held. That was all that was out there for them. Following that, thirty years onward and civilization had started to restore. There were radiation zones in countless places, but with the medical treatment they had available for radiation, as long as you didn't stay in the said zones for too long, you'd be fine. We'll learn more of the treatments later on. There were rules of the wasteland that a lot of people knew about, things such as not travelling at night, avoiding fights you can't win, hiding in places you can escape from - all the basic stuff, really. It took brains to know the rules, but it took initiative to know how to follow them. There were hundreds that fell to the wasteland, hundreds that were torn to pieces by an over-irradiated and mutated scorpion, and hundreds that were obliterated by raiders who were looking only to steal food, ammo, water, or guns.
The USA was ran by a supposed government that no one knew about. No one had ever seen them, ever met them, ever heard from them - Well, that's not entirely true. They'd heard from the government, but it was a mere voice on a radio that promised changes to the country and a better life for all - that hasn't even shown the first signs of happening yet. Many people ventured out to try and find the government and their branches - the only known government branches were large paramilitary-like organizations that had the firepower and know-how that was needed to disintegrate anyone that tried to challenge them. Or so they thought. Anything was possible in the wasteland, and with the modern technologies that these guys still developed, those who picked a fight with them never lived to tell the tale. These wasteland warriors were sometimes seen patrolling the wasteland in their armor that could only be compared to that of a Storm Trooper from the Star Wars series - they hunted the things that radiation created. They hunted mutants, super-mutants, ghouls - name it, they'll kill it, regardless of whether or not they are feral or friendly.
In the wasteland there is war. And war always changes.
**
Tonopah, Nevada.
The Good, The Brad, and The Ugly.
Brad sat atop a sandy and dusty hill that wasn't too far out of the town of Tonopah in Nevada. He'd been watching these 'survivalists' for at least a weak now, in their snazzy little town that they'd worked on fixing up, presumably over the course of many, many years. One half of the town was a crater, that was the only problem - the rest of it was fenced off with scrap metal and other stuff that had been welded together to serve as some sort of wall. Brad even thought he could see an old car door on there. He was looking at them through his pair of binoculars; he was lied down in the sand after checking to make sure there nothing dangerous nearby. He knew that there was nothing of the kind when he found the Radecko leaves sprouting on the hilltop. What are Radecko leaves, you might ask? Almost like tea leaves, but different. They have a rather shit-like taste to them, but they were one of the healthiest treats you could have in the wasteland if you didn't mind the diarrhea they may or may not cause. Why were they healthy? Because they were plants that had almost gone through an evolution sequence to survive against the radiation. These things thought off radiation, and they were used for the modern-day medical care in most circumstances, and were one of the primary ingredients in 'Radpaks' - over time, with a lot of trial and error and a lot of mutations, people that were stuck on the outside finally managed to create something that helped neutralize radiation from the body. The only problem was, it was one of the most expensive healthcare items on the market - it was so expensive that you'd think you had to pay for looking at it.
Then again, it depends what you consider expensive. The currency moved to bottle-caps. The only thing that was salvageable from landfills and vending machines. Some had millions, others had only a few - depending on where you looked, a few bottle caps could buy you a gun. It worked in that sort of way, but Brad had his babies all lined up and maintained - he didn't need to waste the nice little saving of caps that he had with him on buying weapon parts or paying for repair services. He knew how to do that just by himself.
He saw some people jump into the air with their hands up high. The wall wasn't really tall enough to keep a sniper out, but he didn't plan on shooting any of these people. He'd been listening to a few of the travelers at campfires after he'd stalked them for long enough and managed to avoid getting seen - apparently this one town was close to getting clean, radiation-free water. And he was guessing that that's what had happened now. They were dancing around and parading about like it was the 4th of July.
"Hah," He chuckled to himself as he tore one of the Radecko leaves from the ground and shoved it into his mouth; he started chewing on it and just ignored the taste. He wasn't suffering from radiation poisoning, but you could never be too careful. ".. Congratulations, boys... Congratulations." He chuckled softly again and then rolled over to lie on his back to look up at the sky. It was a simple and light blue, which was nice to look at for the time-being. He liked isolation and being alone, but today was the day that that was all going to have to change. He heard a shuffling down in the desert sands below the hill he was on, that alongside heavy breathing. He slowly sat up and cocked his gun before standing up, carrying his bag and gear with him as he made his way down the slope - his boots scraped in the sand, but he didn't care, if anything popped out at him, he knew he could take it down easily.
It was a young boy.
The child was crawling through the sand on all fours - it looked like he was struggling to breathe as well. When Brad got close he heard the faint clicking of his rad-counter going off in his backpack. That wasn't a good sign.
"Kid, can you hear me?" He asked, the child ignored him and kept moving, but when he got five feet forward he vomited a pure-white liquid into the sand and then passed out. "Shit." Brad muttered - he didn't know what to do. He never had been good with children, but he had to do something. He picked the child up in both arms and began making a run towards the town, screaming as he got close to the gate. "HEY! HEY! OPEN UP!"
The gates slowly creaked open - they were on some sort of engine or mechanism, and when they opened the screech of rusty gears was heard echoing across the area around them. He didn't care about the noise - this kid was dying, and there was no denying that. Brad had been a bad guy so far when it came to morals - he didn't help those he cared for, so he didn't understand why he was helping some random child. Helping him didn't mean squat, and it wouldn't benefit him either. The child looked very young, and the only thing Brad saw him as was another mouth to feed, and another ass to wipe. The child was pale in the face and unconscious, so Brad just sprinted into the town and scanned around until he found the doctor's office - he burst inside and ran past all of the grimy patients that were waiting to be seen - their skin was half-black with dirt and a lot of their hair had fallen out. This town was a town of poverty, no less.
He kept going through the small building until he spotted the doctor, a sweat-headed man with dirty glasses that looked like they had windows as lenses - his labcoat that he was wearing was dirty with what Brad could only assume to be vomit and blood, but regardless, he set the kid down on the bed and looked at him.
"He's dying. Radiation, I think... Dehydration as well, probably... Do something, doctor... don't let him die." He said, for some reason he had feelings for this little boy that had come into his life in such dire circumstances, but he turned around to leave nonetheless.
"You can't leave him with me. A child cannot sort the payment plan." He said. Brad sighed and instantly turned back and collapsed into a dirty chair beside the bed - he watched the doctor pull out the rich man's medicine. A Radpak. A formula thrown together in any boiler-room and sold for ten times more than what it cost to make it. People still thought only of money - or bottle caps - in even this day and age. It was sad. He didn't want to spend a large chunk of his savings, but he didn't want to be the reason a child died either. He had no choice in this matter any more, and he knew that as soon as he saw the doctor connect an IV to his tiny arm, followed by attaching the Radpak as well. The orange, syrup-like liquid slowly worked its way into the boy's bloodstream. Now it was all down to fate - if he was too severely dehydrated, this would have been a waste of time, and money. (@Mitheral)
(I'll give you a chance to write your character introduction down. I've written a lot - I know the anti-radiation things seem quite strange, but in terms of the video games as well, that's there so things seem more logical. Without that sort of stuff, everyone would die of the radiation - that's their way of avoiding it. The Radecko plants are not in the game, though. I made those up
I hope you like that little idea, lol. I look forward to your post. Put your characters in the new character tab as well, eh?)
