This is where I will be placing the unmoved TOC's from Wasteland Tales. I wil endeavor to place as many here as I can so members can find them easily in the hope thatthey repost their TOCs in the new group The Story Corner.
If I need to then I will form a second discussion, Waste Ground 02 for any remaining pieces.
This is the 2nd part of my new series, it's based in both TES & Fallout if you haven't see my 1st one here Click here to see and they all take part in different times, I hope you like it, I will upload hopefully regularly but here we go.
Welcome to my little corner of Good-neighbour friend. How's the day been for me it's been hell. Like the past years, It's ok if you stare at the scar. Let me tell you how I got it actually it's an interesting tale you might like it.
Now really friend, it was just me. I was looking for a place to stay. It was quite stormy and I was soaked I was around the Old North church about to go in when I heard a scream and thud, I pulled out my Pipe pistol and looked, It was pitch black except a reflection of a light, a beautiful orange glow a beacon in the night, I slowly walked towards it raised my pistol, I then turned the corner and I just saw a single man in a trench coat, he held what looked like a bloodied assaultron blade in his hands around him a whole family, limbs stuck to walls with railway pikes and blood everywhere.
He turned and covering his face was a gas mask with goggles, his head was burned and scarred, he was covered in blood and painted across his blade in white writing was 'Death Death Death Death' He looked straight at me, He stared into my soul and back, I hid. I wanted to run but my legs where a stiff as concrete I could;t move, I then looked back and he was there inches away from my face before I could move he grabbed my head and stared at me longer, he didn't say a word. He just looked but then I could feel something pierce my stomach I looked down and then he threw me too the floor, and walked dragging his blade across the walls. I woke up days earlier here, and I've never left since because I know that man, The Boston Butcher will still be out there killing, I escaped with my life and I won't risk it again.
When the earth was scorched by nuclear fire, it was deemed to die. But humanity has a funny way of surviving disasters... Two beings, one human and one not-so-human, are forced to ally when the evil of something much bigger then themselves threatens to rise it's great head and destroy their world... No, it will destroy their home.
Recommended for ages 15+
Later chapters may contain graphic violence, sexual themes and language not suitable for younger audiences.
Hello all! Tae and Fights here with a project we hope you'll all enjoy. Not a retelling of Fallout 4, but our own words and characters thrust into the Commonwealth Wasteland We won't be posting spoilers, don't worry, and we truly hope you enjoy what we will be showcasing!
Many say the virtues of pony kind died along with the balefire that consumed the old world. They are wrong. A daring mare and her closest companions trudge across the hell once known as Equestria, and simple jobs turn into events that could reshape everything. Blood will be spilled, caps earned, lifelong friends made as well as horrifying enemies. Because friendship...friendship never changes.
Nuclear war has come upon us. No one was prepared. Most of us thought nothing of the warning signs. That is, until the sky lit up. And the world ended. And we lost it all. Now, in the wake of the Great War, we do what humanity always has; survive. We survive the Fall of Man.
Author's Note: Thanks to everyone that's here for the support and for giving my little story here a chance. One thing I would like everyone to keep note of is that nothing here is necessarily final. As time goes on, as more research is done, as new ideas and revelations from Fallout 4 come, there may be some minor changes to resolve issues and things. I honestly have no idea how long or how far this thing is going to go. If people like it, I'll give as much as I can. If not, I'll probably still give as much as I can. Frankly, I'm enjoying this like just about nothing before, so I'm certainly going to keep having my fun. Questions, comments, concerns, etc. can all be posted here in the comments, or sent to me via PM. I hope you enjoy your stay here! Sit back, relax, get comfortable, and please, enjoy The Fall of Man.
I'm going to take notes about my experience on the Wasteland of Mojave, by the idea someone will help this, because I have a pipboy, I have to admit I stole it, I can take notes in a easy way and not lose sight of my enemies or any imminent danger, I have a chip inside my head connected through the pipboy, with just a button I turn on the journal note mode, this will help to write down and record anything will happen to me and it will relate exactly like If I would telling it (in present time), because the chip read my senses
“I do not know with what weapons World War 3 will be fought with, but World War 4 will be fought with sticks and stones…”
~Albert Einstein
An NCR soldier, born and raised in a Vault, recounts his life in a small, leather bound standard issue journal. Follow his journey from his humble beginnings to his dying breath in:
This is a fictional piece chronicling a short period in the life of a young man named Joy. The main idea is to show the effect continuous sad events have on the mind. Joy is a good man who tries to assist those in need. I want to see how his personality will change if, despite his best efforts, things continually go sour for the people he tries to help. I also want to showcase a different kind of pacifist. I want to show that the general consensus that pacifists are more trouble than their worth isn't always true. Finally, I want this story to tackle the fate of human nature and whether we deserve to survive as a species.
This is where I will be placing the unmoved TOC's from Wasteland Tales. I wil endeavor to place as many here as I can so members can find them easily in the hope thatthey repost their TOCs in the new group The Story Corner.
If I need to then I will form a second discussion, Waste Ground 02 for any remaining pieces.
This is the 2nd part of my new series, it's based in both TES & Fallout if you haven't see my 1st one here Click here to see and they all take part in different times, I hope you like it, I will upload hopefully regularly but here we go.
Welcome to my little corner of Good-neighbour friend. How's the day been for me it's been hell. Like the past years, It's ok if you stare at the scar. Let me tell you how I got it actually it's an interesting tale you might like it.
Now really friend, it was just me. I was looking for a place to stay. It was quite stormy and I was soaked I was around the Old North church about to go in when I heard a scream and thud, I pulled out my Pipe pistol and looked, It was pitch black except a reflection of a light, a beautiful orange glow a beacon in the night, I slowly walked towards it raised my pistol, I then turned the corner and I just saw a single man in a trench coat, he held what looked like a bloodied assaultron blade in his hands around him a whole family, limbs stuck to walls with railway pikes and blood everywhere.
He turned and covering his face was a gas mask with goggles, his head was burned and scarred, he was covered in blood and painted across his blade in white writing was 'Death Death Death Death' He looked straight at me, He stared into my soul and back, I hid. I wanted to run but my legs where a stiff as concrete I could;t move, I then looked back and he was there inches away from my face before I could move he grabbed my head and stared at me longer, he didn't say a word. He just looked but then I could feel something pierce my stomach I looked down and then he threw me too the floor, and walked dragging his blade across the walls. I woke up days earlier here, and I've never left since because I know that man, The Boston Butcher will still be out there killing, I escaped with my life and I won't risk it again.
When the earth was scorched by nuclear fire, it was deemed to die. But humanity has a funny way of surviving disasters... Two beings, one human and one not-so-human, are forced to ally when the evil of something much bigger then themselves threatens to rise it's great head and destroy their world... No, it will destroy their home.
Recommended for ages 15+
Later chapters may contain graphic violence, sexual themes and language not suitable for younger audiences.
Hello all! Tae and Fights here with a project we hope you'll all enjoy. Not a retelling of Fallout 4, but our own words and characters thrust into the Commonwealth Wasteland We won't be posting spoilers, don't worry, and we truly hope you enjoy what we will be showcasing!
Many say the virtues of pony kind died along with the balefire that consumed the old world. They are wrong. A daring mare and her closest companions trudge across the hell once known as Equestria, and simple jobs turn into events that could reshape everything. Blood will be spilled, caps earned, lifelong friends made as well as horrifying enemies. Because friendship...friendship never changes.
Nuclear war has come upon us. No one was prepared. Most of us thought nothing of the warning signs. That is, until the sky lit up. And the world ended. And we lost it all. Now, in the wake of the Great War, we do what humanity always has; survive. We survive the Fall of Man.
Author's Note: Thanks to everyone that's here for the support and for giving my little story here a chance. One thing I would like everyone to keep note of is that nothing here is necessarily final. As time goes on, as more research is done, as new ideas and revelations from Fallout 4 come, there may be some minor changes to resolve issues and things. I honestly have no idea how long or how far this thing is going to go. If people like it, I'll give as much as I can. If not, I'll probably still give as much as I can. Frankly, I'm enjoying this like just about nothing before, so I'm certainly going to keep having my fun. Questions, comments, concerns, etc. can all be posted here in the comments, or sent to me via PM. I hope you enjoy your stay here! Sit back, relax, get comfortable, and please, enjoy The Fall of Man.
I'm going to take notes about my experience on the Wasteland of Mojave, by the idea someone will help this, because I have a pipboy, I have to admit I stole it, I can take notes in a easy way and not lose sight of my enemies or any imminent danger, I have a chip inside my head connected through the pipboy, with just a button I turn on the journal note mode, this will help to write down and record anything will happen to me and it will relate exactly like If I would telling it (in present time), because the chip read my senses
“I do not know with what weapons World War 3 will be fought with, but World War 4 will be fought with sticks and stones…”
~Albert Einstein
An NCR soldier, born and raised in a Vault, recounts his life in a small, leather bound standard issue journal. Follow his journey from his humble beginnings to his dying breath in:
This is a fictional piece chronicling a short period in the life of a young man named Joy. The main idea is to show the effect continuous sad events have on the mind. Joy is a good man who tries to assist those in need. I want to see how his personality will change if, despite his best efforts, things continually go sour for the people he tries to help. I also want to showcase a different kind of pacifist. I want to show that the general consensus that pacifists are more trouble than their worth isn't always true. Finally, I want this story to tackle the fate of human nature and whether we deserve to survive as a species.
I expected there would be some moved across already but I wanted to make sure so nothing would be lost. Thanks for letting me know Probs, I'll remove them from the Waste ground.
I expected there would be some moved across already but I wanted to make sure so nothing would be lost. Thanks for letting me know Probs, I'll remove them from the Waste ground.
Ok Sotek, I was just going through here for research and this probably doesn't have anything to do with why we have this topic, but please tell me what that music is!
Ok Sotek, I was just going through here for research and this probably doesn't have anything to do with why we have this topic, but please tell me what that music is!
The problem for me is mostly that I recognise it. You know that annoying feeling when you know a piece of music but you can't put your finger on it. It will be gnawing at me for another few hours so maybe I'll send Accursed gloom a message.
The problem for me is mostly that I recognise it. You know that annoying feeling when you know a piece of music but you can't put your finger on it. It will be gnawing at me for another few hours so maybe I'll send Accursed gloom a message.
