I am rooting for Godzilla. Hopefully he will come along and lay waste to the Capital Wasteland, and step on Rattler in the process...

Then let's see if you both rooted for the winning side...

10 With friends like these…

“Unbelievable,” said the man, watching Rattler through his binoculars as he was cutting a bloody swath against deathclaws of Old Olney. “He killed them all and he’s still standing!”

“That was to be expected,” said the boss. “But he won’t stand a chance against all of us. We wait until he gets down to the sewers, then we ambush him right when he gets back up. I give him a short speech and then we all open fire. Alright guys? Gals?”

All of them approvingly nodded to their boss, not that anyone even dared of doing anything else.

…

A while later all deathclaws of Old Olney were dead. Rattler first dealt with those outside, then proceeded to finish down those lurking in the sewers. It was obvious that whoever lured him to the abandoned town, expected him to be torn to pieces by deathclaws.

How f*****g wrong they were! What are a few deathclaws to me? To me?!

But as he climbed the ladder leading out of the sewers, Rattler gaped with astonishment.

“What the f**k? You? It was…you?” He put his right hand on the handle of Pretty Woman.

“Yes, I believe it was…us,” deviously nodded Eulogy Jones, the leader of Paradise Falls. Behind him almost all prominent slavers of the wasteland were standing – Crimson & Clover, Forty, Grouse, Richter, Ymir and Carolina Red. Rattler could almost see caps in their eyes. 10,000 caps that was being offered for bringing his bandana and knife to authorities of Rivet City.

“You were making a lot of business for us,” went on Eulogy. “But you’re more feral than a feral ghoul, kid. When you’re around, slavers avoid Paradise Falls like it’s radioactive. And lastly, I admit it, you’re worth a lot. Or to use your own words – worth a f*****g lot. When we collect the price on your head, we’ll be able to…”

“DIEEEEEEEE!” Rattler’s battle cry interrupted Eulogy in the middle of his speech and he barely avoided a swing from Pretty Woman, aimed right at his throat. In that moment all slavers behind Eulogy Jones opened fire on Rattler. United more than ever, and eager to get a piece of the bounty on Rattler, they weren’t afraid of him because he was outnumbered, alone and tired from battling deathclaws.

At first slavers thought that Rattler would fight ‘til the end right where he stood, but when he found himself under heavy fire, the instinct for survival took over, and for the first time since he came to the Capital Wasteland, Rattler was fleeing. Fleeing as fast as he could, with slavers craving for his head, running right after him.

Being a fast runner, he managed to outrun most of them by the time he made it out of Old Olney, but Ymir and Clover were right behind him. Ymir wielded a powerful sledge hammer while Clover was switching between her sword and her shotgun, depending how close (or far) to Rattler she was.

Thinking that he’ll be able to deal with them since they separated from the group, Rattler fiercely went against Ymir but the slaver broke his arm with a well-placed hit with his sledgehammer. A moment later Clover got a lucky hit to the back of Rattler’s head, knocking the raider down. And once again Rattler was fleeing, but since his vision was distorted thanks to Clover’s hit, he was running in the direction from where other slavers, namely Grouse and Richter, were coming.

By the time he realized his mistake and went for the Greener Pastures Disposal Site, a huge radioactive area south of Old Olney, Richter shot him in the chest while Grouse his left arm, and at once Rattler not only had troubles breathing but couldn’t firmly hold his shotgun either. For the first time in his fine life he thought that he might not be immortal after all.

As Richter later said, it was in that moment that Rattler probably realized that he’s roasted. He pulled out his trusted knife Pretty Woman and savagely jumped on Clover that joined let’s-kill-the-snake party. But by now Rattler was only the dim shadow of the fighter that single-handedly eradicated all deathclaws of Old Olney.

Grouse, Richter and Forty opened heavy fire on him while Clover attacked him from up close with her sword of Chinese origin, and after one final attempt to cut Clover’s head off, Rattler tottered, fell back on a pile of barrels, and with Pretty Woman clutched in his right hand, slowly slid down into radioactive green muck.

Slavers high-fived each other with their former comrade lying at their feet. All of them were almost expecting for him to jump up once again but nothing like that happened.

“Do we cut his head off?” asked Grouse and hoped the answer would be negative. He didn’t have any desire to cut the slaver’s head off as long as he was holding Pretty Woman in his hand so firmly that it was almost hard to believe he was dead.

“Nah, his bandana and knife are enough. So says the latest poster,” answered Forty, sharing thoughts with Grouse.

“I wish to cut his head off,” squeaked Clover. “He hurt my Eulogy. Nobody hurts my Eulogy!”

“Then do it later.” Forty pushed Clover away, crouched next to Rattler and as quick as possible took Pretty Woman from his right hand, then untied the red bandana from around his forehead. “Listen, if it were for me, I wouldn’t go against you, Rattler. I respected you and all that sh!t, you know? But when Eulogy says to do something, we do it. So have fun in hell, Rattler. Keep it warm ‘til we arrive.” The group of killers stood silent, like they were waiting for Rattler to say something back. After around half a minute they left the disposal site, heading back to meet those slavers that left behind.

…

A few days later Pronto, the youngest slaver of Paradise Falls, was given a reward of 10,000 caps for bringing the authorities of Rivet City Rattler’s greasy red bandana and bloodstained combat knife. Pronto was one of the few slavers whose face and allegiance weren’t known to lawmen of the Capital Wasteland, that’s why Eulogy chose him for the task of the messenger.

Eulogy shared some of the reward among slavers of Paradise Falls so that night a big party was held in the compound. As slavers were getting drunk and drugged, Eulogy was standing on the balcony that belonged to a cinema before the Great War. He was watching the merry crowd below but he didn’t feel merry at all, though he tried hard not to show it.

“It was a good move. To kill Rattler,” he told his bodyguards Crimson & Clover. Crimson was polishing his right shoe while Clover was trimming his beard.

“Yes, daddy,” they said in unison. They knew exactly what their ‘daddy’ wanted to hear.

“He brought us a lot of slaves but it takes time to sell them and some may not be worth much in the end. But now by eliminating him we got 10,000 caps overnight. Though I shared some of it among idiots in the courtyard below, I’ll eventually send you to get some caps back. Once they get drunk enough, that is. Right, girls?”

“You’re the best, daddy.”

“I know. But I wonder…did we need to cut Rattler’s head off too?”

For a second Crimson stopped polishing his shoes and Clover almost cut Eulogy with a rusty pre-war razorblade.

Eulogy was getting to feel uneasy too.” You know…I mean, I know he’s dead. But maybe we should do it? Just to be safe? Just…to sleep better?”

The girls remained silent.

“Because some claim that to kill a snake, you must cut its head off,” said Eulogy, concerned. ”But m-m-ust you really?”

The girls remained silent.

On today´s patrol, Gunny and I came across some Deathclaws. Or, like, many Deathclaws. When all was over and I looked at how many Deathclaw hands I had, it turned out to be 18. Wow.

Also had to resurrect some Outcasts, some even a couple of times because new Deathclaws kept spawning

I guess I was close in my guess of who was after Rattler! He was actually flooding the market with so many slaves it drove the price down! I bet Eulogy was a little worried that Rattler might try a palace revolution one day too. That 10k bounty just sweetened the deal. In the end Rattler got everything that was coming to him.

Unless of course he rises from the grave to take his vengeance! (that has been the background of more than one of my characters!)

Rattler is gone now; it is safe to roam the Wasteland once again.

...


...


... OR IS IT????? MUAAHAAHAAHAAA!!!!!

Lopov - Can't say we'll mourn the loss of Rattler too much. It certainly did take a lot to bring him down though. Mebbe the badlands will be a bit safer for a time now.

Mirocu - Hunting deathclaws with the Gunny, eh? Be careful out there!

Whoa they destroyed his snake pit! Normally I'd say "that aint right" but in this case, I don't feel too bad.







Nice. She actually squeaked when she said this.

Whoa. Is that the end? I'm with mALX on this sentiment.



This post has been edited by Renee: Sep 11 2016, 03:08 AM

08.21.77, 20:57: Mission inactive. Location? Megaton. Objective? Inactive. Major Andrew Holl here. One civilian casualty on location, by the name of Mister Burke. Former 101 vault dweller by the name of Marge N. Overra caused this casualty. Reaction from town? Negative. Reaction from Sherriff Lucas Simms? Negative. Break.

Found key upon this "Mister Burke". Mission active: find keyhole for Mister Burke's key. Over




Non RP version: Marge N. Overra (one of my Xbox characters) is the one who killed Mr. Burke. So this got RP'd on PC, by using the Kill command. We found a key upon Mr. Burke, a key which must have been added by the Fallout Unofficial Patch? This key never appears in the vanilla game (on Xbox). Anyways, the really cool thing is that Major A. Holl now has his own pad. For FREE.

The key is indeed added by the UOP, in the base game Burke's house is locked with a Very Hard locked door and no key to open it exists.

You mean that I should create something like Perserattler? Or Rattlephone?



Maybe...



On the bright side Ally "Gator" successfully completed her mission in the Capital Wasteland, which was to destroy the cursed book Krivbeknih in halls of Dunwich. Though it took her altogether only 3-4 days to venture from the ferry to Dunwich and back, she couldn't wait to return back to Point Lookout. This time they convinced Nadine's mother Catherine to travel with them. While Nadine will take her mom on a boat trip by shores of Point Lookout, Ally will do her standard round and ensure that swamp ghouls and swampfolk don't get too numerous. She already cleaned her double-barreled shotgun and made minor repairs to her ordinance armor, now it's time for some swamp action!

BWAAHAA!!!!! No one that evil ever dies when it is convenient for others, he must live on to torment the masses! NYAAHAAA...GAAAAAAAH!!! Urgh...gurgle gloch....

*expires, a ragged bandana clutched in her hand...*



"To be continued...

I think you all deserve some proper conclusion to Rattler's story, right?

So what follows is an epilogue (of sort). It's called The Fall of Paradise Falls and will consists of 3-4 parts, depending on how inspired I'll feel to write. As usually, pics that accompany the story, will be in the screenshot thread, though today there won't be many pics.

The Fall of Paradise Falls – Part 1

“In weeks following Rattler’s death, news about his passing spread all over the Capital Wasteland. But along these news another rumors spread – that his corpse disappeared from the radioactive fields south of Old Olney. Eulogy Jones tried to calm down by convincing himself that perhaps someone moved his corpse to another place or that some wild beast savaged it beyond recognition but at the end of the day he didn’t really believe himself.

As days became weeks, more rumors spread and though some were absurd, they made Eulogy feel more on edge than ever. Some wastelanders claimed that if you approach the radioactive fields at midnight, you can see a man sitting on a pile of barrels, smoking. Others claimed that some brave adventurers that went to search for Rattler’s corpse, never returned. Though what unsettled Eulogy the most, was that such stories were getting more and more popular among slavers of Paradise Falls, and if they feared Rattler when he was still alive, it now seemed they feared him even more when he was dead. As such, Eulogy forbade anyone to mention Rattler’s name or talk about him at all but he knew very well that when he couldn’t hear them, guys were telling stories about the undead slaver rising from the muck fields, coming to kill them all because they betrayed him.

To put an end to the unsettling rumors, Eulogy sent four capable slavers to the place of Rattler’s death to search the place through and through and ensure that nobody "smokes there at midnight". They weren’t willing to accept the job at first but Eulogy paid each of them two hundred caps in advance and promised them twice as much if they complete the job. Knowing Eulogy, he probably didn’t intend to keep the promise but that’s of minor importance right now.

In the end he didn’t need to keep his promise.

Because those four slavers never returned to Paradise Falls.”

“How’d you know all that?” interrupted one of the children that were listening to Bronson’s story.

“Because I was there, kids…I was a slave in Paradise Falls thirty years ago.” The children got respectfully silent. Some of them knew that something horrible happened in Bronson’s youth, that's why he had deep scars encircling his neck, but only a few knew he was actually a slave. They loved his stories, though Bronson was rarely in a mood to tell them. But lately they’ve been asking him to tell them what happened with that infamous Rattler that used to harass the wasteland decades ago until Bronson eventually gave up and decided to tell them a story which he entitled “The Fall of Paradise Falls”.

“So what happened to those four slavers, uncle Bronson?” curiously asked little Patricia.

“I’ll tell you that some other time, my young audience” smiled Bronson. “In a few days we’ll gather round the campfire again, then I’ll tell you what happened to them. Until then know that...the four slavers weren't alone in the muck fields. There was someone else. Someone with an axe.”

Did Rattler rise from the grave to plague the Wasteland once more!

Someone with an axe? Is it Molly Hatchet!?!

The Legend of Rattlesnake Valley! Can't wait to learn more.

Again, you totally had me fooled. I'm thinking this story was told in the present, but Rattler is actually past news. Ha. Maybe uncle Bronson really IS Rattler.


Ha ha there you go.

Thanks for reading Part 1. Moving on...

The Fall of Paradise Falls – Part 2

“Was it Rattler? Was he the one with the axe?”

“Come on, Bronson, tell us already.”

Children were getting impatient as Bronson was slowly pouring some purified water in his glass.

“I intended to keep you in dark for a while,” he finally said and made a sip of water. “But maybe it’s better if you know it from the start.

The Rattler rises from the muck as The Ghouttler! Brilliant! I am drawing a blank as to what it around that area though, so I will keep my eyes peeeled for the next update!

A Mutant Rattlesnake!

. . . with an axe!

I am noticing this at the end...



It confused me. He goes from 3rd person (he, she, etc.) to 1st person (I). Is he asking about himself? Or is he Rattler? Naw, he's Uncle Bronson, that wouldn't make any sense.

Never mind.

"Where did I stay?" is a common expression in our language if someone is talking about some subject and someone interrupts you, and then before you return to the subject, you say "Where did I stay?", to tell others that now you're going to talk about what you talked before. Maybe that's not common in English, but I included this phrase probably subconsciously because that's how we talk. Bronson was telling a story about Rattler and Sally interrupted him so before returning to what was he talking earlier, he asked himself Where did I stay, as to remind himself what was he talking about. Sorry if it confused you, and no, Bronson's not Rattler.

This post has been edited by Lopov: Sep 21 2016, 06:53 PM

Ah I see. Yes, we would say "where was I?" in most cases, so it's sort of the same thing, in both cases.