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Renee
post Apr 4 2021, 06:21 PM
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Chapter 16 -- Reinstated with the Raiders


Slick was still standing just inside the school's doors as Vicious reentered its foyer. "Que pasa?" asked he with his usual half-smirk, half something-else.

"Well as you can see," she said a bit sullenly, "here I am."

"Damn straight Vicious, hoo! Look at you!"

"So is that it?" she challenged. "Is that all? So I am back with the raiders now?"

"Yep," said Slick with a loud sniff. "We all cool wi'chu now. So now you be cool. Have a walk around the school, yuh? And stick around for a bit, a'ight? I may... I mean, we may have some work with you comin' up real soon. Because we all know you's all that and a bag of Potato Crisps, right?"

"Well thank you," said Vicious uneasily. "I guess. Whatever that means. Thank you for accepting me back."

"Now ... here," Slick said. He reached behind himself and grabbed something nearby. "I know you like shotguns. Have this one on me. And some shells."

Vicious's eyes nearly popped when she saw the piece being given to her now. Freshly machined and oiled, this was no mutt of a firearm (as was so commonly found out here in the wasteland). No, this was a gun which had received some care. She immediately jammed a round of shells into its casing, and aimed for a wall. She then fired the gun into one of the nearby corpses, which had been hung there for whatever reason. ...*BKKSH!*...

The gun worked. Its recoil was solid, causing her to almost lose her balance. Its action and aim were both true. Which meant she was back. This was real. She was really being re-inducted into the Potomac area raiders.

"Whoa, whoa, easy there!" Slick cautioned, backing up as though he'd never fired a gun himself. "At least wait 'til you outside, eh?"

"Uh, yeah. Sorry 'bout that."

Vicious noticed her ears were ringing.

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One facet, one common, unspoken rule of raider society, was this. If an object was placed in or on a 'common area' for more than X number of seconds or minutes, this object (whether it was a piece of clothing, a weapon, or even a chem) was now up for grabs. Especially if the object was placed there, and then the original owner of that object passed out, or wandered off into another room.

Unlike Megaton, where picking up a mere fork off the counter in Moriarty's could potentially set off a fight, or apparently cause somebody to get arrested, grabbing anything from an open shelf or a counter in a raider hideout was allowed. Some raiders might store their stuff in a locked container perhaps. Otherwise, it could be anyone's. Because of this unspoken rule, Miss Vicious began a small hunt for anything located in or on one of these common areas (lockers, shelves, desks...), just after Slick Rick told the others she'd be rejoining their family.

Despite her unease, nobody attacked her. Nobody ganged up on her. And so what if they did? She now had two well-kept weapons to defend herself with. She now possessed a set of armor which was also well-crafted. So let them come at her now, was her current train of thought. She was back, and there was nothing they could do about it.

Since she had some free time before learning what her first mission would be, she spent her first hour back in Springvale wandering its rooms and halls. Greeting the various raiders who currently lived here, all the while keeping an eye open for any items lying in the open. Anything she could choose, and maybe use. By the end of her walk around the school's first floor, she had scored some morphine, a Prewar bill, a Stimpak, and a couple of beers.

"Uh. Hello," Vicious spoke to the first man she found, who was pacing around the darkened gloom of a former classroom.

"I'm not in the mood for you, *arsehole*," was his answer.

Miss Vicious noticed he spoke with an accent. Like most Potomac raiders, he was probably not from the area.

The bulk of those dwelling in the wasteland's outlying locations, such as Springvale, Fairfax Ruins, and Super Duper Mart, had mostly come down from Philadelphia, New York City, or somewhere in New Jersey. Like the man who just called her a dirty word, they spoke with 'Joisey' accents. Locals who chose the raider life, such as Dogmaster, Q Tip, and Slick Rick, were actually uncommon. Why and when did those from Jersey migrate? Years ago? Decades ago? How had the locals managed to keep their positions at the top? These topics were unclear to Vicious. Mostly because she had been raised in a religious setting, and had not fallen in with the Capitol Wasteland Potomac raiders until a couple years ago.

"Hey. You," said another dude, this one with spiked hair. Again, he spoke with that same Jersey accent. "Yeah. You. I don't like the look you're givin' me. Keep it up, and I'll break your *ferking* skull open!"

"Up yours," was Vicious's answer to him.

Like the dude with spiked hair, most were rude to Vicious as she moved from room to room, perhaps because they were jealous.

"You best point those peepers somewhere else," said yet another. "Before I TEAR them outta your skull!"

"Says who? Your momma? I heard your momma is so old, she got her bible autographed by the Man, himself."

"Eat me, sister!"

"Yeah, you wish I would."

They all knew who she was by now, and most were jealous about this. At least, this is what she told herself. As she wandered around, she sure did put up a brave face. But inside, Vicious felt she was crumbling.

"Oh hey. Check this out," said yet another to Vicious as she wandered up a dark hallway. Unlike the others so far, he did not just insult her on sight. "You know those rookie idiots who tried to head up north? They got their *arses* handed to them by some *ferking* monsters!"

"Oh yeah? Well--" Miss Vicious stopped. She had a comeback comment planned and ready for him, just in case he had nothing nice to say. She was a little surprised when she did not get to use it. "That's too bad for them, I guess," she finished lamely.

After another few minutes of wandering, looking for a place she could shoot her latest score (and maybe just be on her own for awhile) Vicious did find a raider female; the first gal she met in this dump.

"Hey you. What's up?" the gal asked. "You look all lost, and stuff-like." Another Jersey-ite. She spoke with a high-pitched voice which apparently hadn't yet been ravaged by years of cigs or chem-use. She was drinking a beer, and had a cutesy haircut done in the 'Fairytale' style, a popular look for raider females.

"Well as you may know already, my name's Tan-- I mean Vicious," she answered. "Back with y'all raiders, I guess. Are you nice? Sick of being put down and all. Can I have one of those beers?"

"Hey, well don't look so down, and yes you can. I'm Bratty. Been here for a few days now. The others in here are all in some big commonotion about who you is, and whatcha been done in the past, or something," Bratty said, making a gesture and rolling her eyes. "I don't know what they all is rambling all about, and better yet, nor I don't care!"

"Well that's good," said Miss Vicious. She grabbed one of several beers from a nearby table, and had a seat. "So, What's a girl gotta do around here to find somebody nice to hang with?"

And from that point, Bratty and Vicious bonded. This was good, because by now, all Vicious wanted and needed was a friend. The pair decided to leave the school altogether, and headed toward an abandoned bus just up the street. There they drank a couple of beers, talked about their lives, and shared the morphine Vicious had found earlier.

"Hey, cansh I do ..." Bratty later slurred, the combination of opiates and alcohol having full effect. "I mean like, can I do ... your hair?"

"Whaaat? You know how to work a hot-comb?" Vicious asked, genuinely surprised.

Bratty did know. Bratty pulled a razor, some scissors, some soap, some water, some cosmetologist's oil, and a metal comb from her pack. The comb was set upon a pile of burning rubbish within the abandoned bus (causing a large, messy cloud of smoke which the girls had to vent with outside air). Bratty then went to work on Vicious's new look. The job took an unknown amount of time, probably longer than it should have, due to their intoxication. In her haze, Vicious was a little concerned maybe she'd wake up tomorrow looking like a centaur-head, or something. But other than a couple incidental burn-marks from the comb, she had little to worry about. Her new friend was trained in these matters.

Vicious smiled genuinely after seeing herself in one of the bus's mirrors. She looked good. More important, she looked different. Gone was her former coif, which she had kept since roaming astray from the Jehovah's Witnesses a couple years before. Though she wasn't looking like an outright raider, with spiked hair or a totally shaved head perhaps, she found herself pleased.

From that point on, the future seemed wild and bright, and full of whatever was to come in the Capitol Wasteland.

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Quest Completed

Vicious got a new gun

BLAM! goes the Blamhammer

Bratty

Vicious and Bratty

Intoxicated

Can I do your hair?

New look for Miss Vicious



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post Apr 4 2021, 06:59 PM
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One facet, one common, unspoken rule of raider society, was this. If an object was placed in or on a 'common area' for more than X number of seconds or minutes, this object (whether it was a piece of clothing, a weapon, or even a chem) was now up for grabs. Especially if the object was placed there, and then the original owner of that object passed out, or wandered off into another room.


Taneesha better be careful not to put her shotgun down. laugh.gif

I like her attitude among raiders - one must be rude with them, I guess, else they'd immediately sense some weakness.

Nice that Taneesha has a friend now!

Although unladylike, Taneesha's looking good!


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post Apr 5 2021, 01:02 AM
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New gun, new doo and new friend! Miss VD's making gains there at that Raider hideout.


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post Apr 5 2021, 02:10 AM
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I still don't trust Slick. Methinks he has a card up his sleeve, and is planning on using Miss VD to do some dirty work for him. Maybe be the fall guy for something he does.

I was just talking to one of my neighbors that the great thing about an apocalypse are the hair styles. Everyone gets a colored mohawk or spikes or something else equally outrageous. No one ever runs out of hair product when the world ends, and everyone is a hairdresser.



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post May 1 2021, 02:37 PM
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Yes Lopov, I'd imagine since she's already been around all those jerks in the past, she is able to handle their rude comments.

I did some gaming with Vicious here and there these past weeks, just walking her around as a raider. I gotta admit, there is something nice about being able to go to Super Duper Mart and also that bridge which overlooks Springvale, which is full of raiders, and not get attacked like Cho or one of our others would. It's like Vicious now has a range of areas she can safely walk around, and into. ph34r.gif I sometimes tense up as she approaches one of these areas, expecting a hail of gunfire or whatever. indifferent.gif

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New gun, new doo and new friend!


Personally I like the 'new friend' part most of all. smile.gif I had a lot of fun making Bratty and some of her in-game dialog and such. In fact I've been quiet these last few weeks as I've been setting up a bunch of stuff in Vicious's world.

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I still don't trust Slick.


Hee hee, I actually take this as a compliment! :blush: Slick Rick is a rather compelling character, I think. Although it depends how things go in the future.

You are also right, Rosa. The world ends, the apocalypse has come, but this doesn't mean we can't still make all those cool hairstyles from the past! laugh.gif Just wait 'til you see some of Taneesha's future hairdos.



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post May 1 2021, 04:57 PM
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Chapter 17 -- The Assignment

Thursday morning, August 29, 2277

Minimum Temperature: 61
Maximum Temperature: 91

"Hey, say, what's doin' Vicious? You looking good today, and we gots something for ya, too. So, you ready for your first ... uh ... assignment?"

Outside of Springvale, temperatures were soaring; the summer sun continued to beat down. When it was cloudy, and seemed as if it would cool off, instead things got even worse, as Maryland's dreadful humidity then began to climb. Only good thing about it was the 17 year cycle of radcicadas had not occurred during 2277.
Unlike Megaton with its air-conditioned interior, Springvale Elementary's power generators had never been fully rebuilt. Because of this, everybody inside of the school was perspiring a bit, and this included Miss Vicious.

"Yeah, Slick. I am," she said, wiping her brow, not knowing what the heck to expect. "Whatcha got?"

By now, she'd been living amongst the raiders for days. Eating their food, sleeping on their natty cots and bedrolls. Though nobody would ever accuse her of being a freeloader, it was also clear she'd be expected to perform whatever tasks they had. Because she was good at what she did. That was the word everyone was saying. She had survived the Wasteland all by herself, after being cast into the boonies.
She had kicked all those asses a few weeks ago out at Fairfax Ruins! .. Dogmaster would eventually want to exploit her talent for survival. Somehow.

"Damn RIGHT!" said Slick Rick. "That's what we want to HEAR!" He did some weird twisting motion with his torso as he said this, as though he were swinging a pool cue in the air.

"So seriously, Slick. What is this? Please don't send me all the way up into another *ferking* trap."

"Oh no, this is no trap, sister," Rick lit a cigarette. "Dogmaster wants you to head up to Germantown, where those rookie idiots was sent. They got a police department up there, yuhh? Place called Germantown HQ, a'right?"

"Okay, yep. I have been hearing about these rookie idiots which went up north. Kinda hard not to, since everyone's been talking about it. You think they went to that police station?"

"A bunch of us was already livin' up there and stuff," Rick explained. "But then, a week ago, like *poof* ... all the sudden we uh... lost contact. And that ain't right. Place is all electrified," he said, making a motion now like he was having a seizure. "It's got, you know. Uh. Power. Place already had its own radio, it bein' a po-lice station and all. So we gots contact day-to-day with our brothers and sisters up there."

"Okay, and?"

"And we's ready to take over the whole region up there, spread our selves to Minefield, right?"

"But then..."

"*Poof*. Nothing. No word from anybody," Rick said, looking truly dismayed.

"And you want me to go up there. See what's up?" Vicious rolled her eyes as she said this, but inside she felt sort of delighted. Dogmaster wanted her to forge this mission.

"You got it. We want you to head up there, see what's up," the raider agent smiled. A genuine smile, it seemed. No Chryslus dealer nonsense. "And you can take any of these mongrels with you," he added, gesturing with his hands. "Any of these lowlife scumbags you want to take with you, you just say the word. And if they ... uh... refuse..."

His words trailed off. Either because he didn't want to say what would happen if they refused, or couldn't say it.

But Vicious found she had no problem trying to convince a couple others to join her. She'd already made a friend who seemed eager to follow into whatever trouble lay ahead. Pretty soon she had a second person join her. A man, who refused to tell her his name, and also seemed as if he didn't quite fit in with raider society a hundred percent.

Other than that, everyone in Springvale declined. But maybe this was a good thing. A gang of three, it would be.

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post May 9 2021, 09:31 PM
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Taneesha's going to the police station! Quite an irony that a raider is asked to investigate the building that used to represent the law so many years ago.

I wonder what happened to those raiders. indifferent.gif





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post May 9 2021, 09:48 PM
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Uh oh, Miss VD is off to Germantown. I bet what happened to those raiders was big and yellow...


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post May 10 2021, 01:07 AM
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Wow, do they have radcicadas?

Her reaction to Slick Rick's inquiry about taking a mission reminds me of a line by one of the Space Marines in the movie 'Aliens': "Is this gonna be a real stand up fight, or just another ferking bug hunt?"

Vicious is in command of an Away Team!


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post May 15 2021, 04:36 PM
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Chorrol's quite busy today. smile.gif The new Stormcrow is up, Lopov posted some pictures of his ESO toon, and (holy crepe) mirocu has a fanfic? blink.gif I love when the forums get busy like this. smile.gif Let's see if I can add my own bombshell to the carnage today.

QUOTE(Lopov @ May 9 2021, 04:31 PM) *

Taneesha's going to the police station! Quite an irony that a raider is asked to investigate the building that used to represent the law so many years ago.


Ha yes, good point. The place in which a bunch of crimedoers from the 21st century would have been locked up is now a place where crimedoers and monsters reign. indifferent.gif


QUOTE(SubRosa @ May 9 2021, 04:48 PM) *

Uh oh, Miss VD is off to Germantown. I bet what happened to those raiders was big and yellow...


You know what happens due to the Big Town quest, although there will be some twists in Vicious's story, as we'll see. wink.gif

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Wow, do they have radcicadas?


Hee hee that is imagination. wink.gif

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Her reaction to Slick Rick's inquiry about taking a mission reminds me of a line by one of the Space Marines in the movie 'Aliens': "Is this gonna be a real stand up fight, or just another ferking bug hunt?"

Oh gosh, I love Aliens, and Aliens 2 even more. One of my fave sci-fi movies, if not my favorite.

"This little girl has survived for weeks despite aliens running around...." Ripley said. (sic)
"Well why don't we put her in charge?" laugh.gif

Also... "It's game over, man. Game over!" sad.gif

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post May 15 2021, 07:12 PM
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Chapter 18 -- The Road Trip, Part 1

Thursday, August 30, 2277

Minimum Temperature: 68.0
Maximum Temperature: 91.9

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"Oh I'm just gonna tear you up..."

"Get 'im!"

Bratty, Vicious, and the man who was traveling along with Bratty and Vicous readied their current weapons. - Bratty took aim and fired into the grass with her assault rifle. - Vicious lunged forward and ran with her shot gun - and the man who refused to tell them his name strutted forth with a crappy little combat knife.

"Special delivery!" shouted Bratty, Vicious's new friend from Jersey. "It's go time!" Her cheap machine gun sounded like pieces of plywood caught in a hurricane.

... Bratty was screaming.

"No, I got this one." Miss Vicious had a calm smile in her voice as she spoke. "Y'all watch this, and learn." Not getting too excited like the others. Eventually, a molerat came crashing out of the brush. All this fuss and muss over a large, mutated, simple-minded nuisance creature. Relatively harmless, especially amongst all the firepower it faced.

*Bkksh!* Vicious blew its head off with her shotgun, with just one shot. "That's gettin' it done!" she said.

"Hell yeah!" Bratty exclaimed, skipping in her boots. "That's what we do 'round here! Take care of business! Springvale School raiders rock!"

The man with no name? He stayed silent as the two gals gloated.

"Yes, we do uh... rock, don't we?" Miss Vicious reloaded the gun Rick had given her with a new shell. "I think we'll be seein' more of this here Blamhammer, quite a lot more."

"That's a nice piece you got," admitted Bratty, her face going from ecstatic to serious, almost in reverence. Like she really meant what she was saying. "You know, like I got the range, I got the hail of rounds, but you got the power, for close-up actions, right? Together we make a great team."

"Well I prefer shotguns, stated Vicious seriously. "That was one of the weapons we had when I was growin' up. In our temple. A shotgun. I used to sit guard sometimes since I was eight years old."

The three began walking again, headed north, when Vicious abruptly turned to the man. "Is that all you got for a weapon?" her voice exasperated. "Just that lousy knife?"

The man shrugged. Said nothing.

"We'll find you something better," Vicious promised. "Got to. And soon. 'specially out here."

"Say, you ain't that guy they call Rattler, are ya?" the girl from Jersey teased their male companion. "Rattler? He goes around killin' with just a knife, they say. And so does you. You know. I bet even if you ain't that Rattler guy, you sure is creepy as hell."

"Shut the *firk* up, *birch*, okay?" He sheathed his knife, after wiping it on some grass.

"Oh now you speak," she pouted mockingly. "Quiet riot stays on his diet, until the Missus from Jersey comes along. Oh booo hoo. I wike to wuse my wittle knife to fight with! Who fights a molerat with a knife, anyway?" Hands on hips. "You know, maybe you is that Rattler guy! Maybe you is, right? Sure would make a lot of sense. Like, why youse all gettin' up close and personal with your wittle wife, eh? Come on, speak up, dumpster cup."

"That's why they call you Bratty?" he returned. "Because you won't shut up, and sure are one hell of a brat."

"Will you guys?" Vicious glared. "We can't be having none of that if we're going to survive out here, okay?" She lit a cigarette, subconsciously rewarding herself just then. "This is the Capitol Wasteland. If we is to make like we'll surivive, we's gonna have to cooperate. Like we's a part of Talon Company or the Enclave. Y'all got it?"

The three began walking again, in silence at first. Vicious passed her cigarette to Bratty, who noted silently she was smoking more than a mere cigarette. She puffed, held the smoke in a few seconds, and exhaled. Bratty did not pass their special cigarette to the man.

"Who is this guy you call Rattler, anyway?" asked Vicious.

"Oh, you ain't heard yet? He's some sort of maniac. A carnival! He like... eats people and stuff!"

"You mean cannibal..."

"Huh?"

"You said carnival," Vicious corrected. "Not cannibal. A cannibal is someone who eats people."

"Whatever! My point is this guy Rattler, like there's all these rumors about him. Like, he murdered, then ate some *birch* over at Dukov's place! He's got a lair full of dead bodies! He even tried to kill Three Dog!"

"Oh my guhd, how terrible. What kind of maniac...."

By now it was getting into early afternoon, and they were approaching the north end of the irradiated Potomac. Vicious took a Rad-X (protecting her from the rivers's extreme radiation) before wading into the water. "That feels good." After hours of oven-like heat, she did not care if she took on a few extra rads. After a moment, Bratty joined her.

"There's also this guy called .. um.... Card Killer!" Bratty continued. They began to walk again, dripping yellowish water from their skin. "And he's like, this guy who goes around killing women only." Her voice became sad now. "Only females. And wherever he kills, he leaves a special card behind. Like, a card from a playing card deck. Dude's been linked to a bunch of murders by now."

"What the hell's the world coming to?" Vicious asked, as if the wasteland was a happier place a week ago.

Miss Vicious Delicious carefully avoided getting anywhere near Big Town, as the posse of three approached from the south. Pretty soon they found an outdoor campsite, where others of their kind had already been living for awhile. Safety in numbers, at least for some hours. Here they stayed, partied, and slept for the night.


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Vicious 'n' Bratty

Ragdoll'd Wastelander*

Blam! goes the Blamhammer

One less Molerat

Summer night campfire


* This is what I was talking about. Wastelanders keep showing up as random NPCs in her game, and always near raider hangouts! Maybe some dev at Bethesda was playing around with being a raider before the game was released, and put these Wastelanders into the game specifically for those who play as raiders.

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post May 15 2021, 07:21 PM
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Hey, this story is a homage to Lopov's ex-characters. goodjob.gif The spirit of Rattler lives on. wink.gif

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He did kill Three Dog. hehe.gif

But we still don't know the name of the 3rd member...

Nice pics, the grass in the first one seems a bit brighter than usual, a play of lights or are you using some mod?


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Ha! Yeah, I thought you'd like this chapter. smile.gif I am glad you said the SPIRIT of Rattler lives on. Not Rattler himself, thank the Nine.

I do use a weather mod, not sure if it's causing this light change you're seeing. But pretty sure Enhanced Weather does include lighting changes.

Meh, I wanted to crank out more material on this fine Saturday day, but the weather's not cooperating, and we have other things to do anyway.

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Homage to Lopov indeed! biggrin.gif

"You said carnival," Vicious corrected. "Not cannibal. A cannibal is someone who eats people."
- - This is just one example of how clever and creative this episode was in terms of wording/dialogue that fits the situation perfectly.

Wow, Bratty's name really does fit her!


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Blamhammer is a great name for a shotgun.

Bratty seems really excitable.

Miss VD certainly lives in a world full of monsters, with the likes of the Rattler and Card Killer roaming the wastes.



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I always love a good nickname for a weapon. "Blamhammer" is a good one.

Pretty neat how you get these screenshots to tie in with your story, Renee. Do you write the story in accordance with the screenshots you get? Or do you sometimes try to get screenshots that go along with your story? Both? Neither? Some other answer?

Hoping Card Killer meets an especially horrific death.


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QUOTE(Lopov @ May 15 2021, 02:21 PM) *

He did kill Three Dog. hehe.gif


Not in my gameworld! tongue.gif

Acadian: Bratty is fun to write, like a child who refuses to grow Good thing is, she doesn't have to. She lives in a world without jobs, without resumes & portfolios, without laws and typical modern adult social cues!

Miss Florens: Blamhammer is a play on Banhammer. *bkksh!* Yes, I like to imagine that some of our other characters also roam the wasteland. Makes the story feel bigger!

Rader: Cool, glad you have caught at least some of this. cool.gif Hope you continue with Fallout Florida this summer, I think our stories compliment each other. In the past Lopov and I were writing Fallout stuff side-by-side, which was pretty fun, but Lopov's career has taken off, and he only has time for casual gaming nowadays.

Card Killer was one of Lopov's past characters (along with Rattler) and both of those guys are thankfully deceased. indifferent.gif

The story definitely comes first, although there is some back and forth. Some pictures are just random, and don't have anything to do with the story, but add to the overall atmosphere. I think all the ones from last week actually fit what was going on.

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post May 23 2021, 05:20 PM
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Chapter 19, The Road Trip, Part 2

Friday, August 31st, 2277

Min Temp:: 69 degrees
Max Temp:: 90 degrees

The next morning started off with a bang, which thankfully exploded somewhere far away. Nowhere close to the raiders' outdoor campsite. Vicious got up off the cot she had managed to fall asleep upon the night before, said a quick prayer, and got started with whatever was to come on this warming summer day. The other raiders were still asleep all around her, either by choice or because their intake of chems and alcohol had caused them to fall over, zombified.

She gazed about for a moment. Could not find her new friend amongst the small multitude of fallen arms and limbs.

As she awoke further she grabbed a package of Mutfruit from her pack. Breakfast! She was glad she hadn't 'partied hardy' the night before, as was so common within raider society. Other than a couple beers and a couple cigs, she hadn't done anything too dangerous to her health. No Jet, no Psycho, no cocaine, no opiates. Perhaps this was due to the seriousness of their mission? She asked herself this question as she moseyed about, but was unsure if she could answer positively just yet.

She decided to take a quick inventory of all the items on her person just then.

1 - Pip-Girl 2500 personal information processor
1 - lead pipe (for combat up close)
1 - specialized shotgun. Her precious Blamhammer.
1 - 10 mm pistol
2 - frag grenades
1 - package of Brahmin Steak, and 1 Salisbury Steak
2 - cigarettes (and no pack hidden anywhere. Dammit!)
1 - Chlorazopam tablet
1 - purified water bottle
1 - Rad-X tablet
1 - package of RadAway
2 - Stealth Boys
8 - Stimpaks (their trip to Super Duper Mart two days ago had been worth it)
1 - package of YumYum Deviled Eggs
19 - bobby pins (for lockpicking)
1 - used hypodermic needle
dozens of rounds of 10 mm bullets, and over a hundred shotgun shells.

Good enough, she thought. Time to get this show on the road.

"Rise and shine Vicious." It was the male of their party, come to greet her. "I've already been up for an hour or so. Hard to sleep out here. You ready to head off?"

"Uhm..."

"Starsky's my name, by the way. Starsky Nathaniel Hutch. My momma used to say I was named after some TV action stars from way when, or something."

"Uh-huh. So... have you seen Bratty?" Vicious did a quick look around on her tiptoes, looking all around the small, irradiated pond they'd camped by.

Starsky N. Hutch made a face. "Do we really need to bring her along?" he asked. "Seriously. I am going to be blunt with you now, and you know why I'm asking this. Why did you include her at all?"

Vicious said nothing. Looked to the ground, biting her inner cheek. Two cigarettes, she thought, trying not to fidget.

"Seriously," he repeated. "She's a liability. She's undisciplined. She's a loudmouth. And she pissed me off royally yesterday. We could just leave her here, okay? Just leave her here for a day or two, while we head north to Germantown. Pick her back up as we head back to the school. She got so drunk last night, probably wouldn't know the difference." Starsky was smirking.

"Yeah, but she's my friend," Vicious muttered. She lit up just then, losing her personal nicotine battle for the morning. "I know she's a handful and stuff. But she's a loyal friend. My only friend, in all this mess of a world we live in. And I would disagree somewhat with your assessment of her. Yes she's a loudmouth, but she was the only one who actually volunteered to come along. None of those others wanted the mission. Even Q Tip."

Starsky shrugged. Made another face. "Q Tip's more of an administrative sort of guy.... a pawn, really."

"Plus, she got an actual gun," Vicious ignored. "A machine gun, in relatively good condition. Even though it is a mutt, I'd rather have her firepower at my side than your cheap-ass combat knife. No offense."

"Hey, you're the boss," Starsky put his hands up, surrendering his side of the argument. "And I wouldn't discount my talents with a knife just yet, Miss Vicious."

"Well come on then. Help me find the *stitch*."

9:25 am
Vicious searched all around the campsite, not just for her friend, but also for any sort of weapon she could find, then give to Starsky. Unfortunately, there was nothing laying about. No guns, no bombs. And she was not about to try stealing anything from one of the sleeping raiders. Oh well, I tried. It's his funeral, I guess, thought she.

They eventually did locate the girl from Jersey, a-lay on an old, dusty bedroll. Bratty had passed out at some undetermined time. She still smelled of last night's booze. As Vicious attempted again and again to wake the gal up, she almost did consider Starsky N. Hutch's words more seriously. They could just leave her here. Like she'd know the difference after waking up around noon, or so.

But Vicious did not give up. Call it persistence, call it stubbornness, she simply would not leave her unprincipled chum behind.

As they began walking north, a soft rain began to fall. Blessedly cool and also rad-free. Bratty had been coughing and sputtering like an old hag up until then, trying to wake up. But also determined to wake up, so she could participate with the others. The rain was a good thing, Vicious thought. It seemed to help.

She consulted her Pip-Girl 2500. Switched on its locational map (causing a 212 year-old solar-powered satellite 17 miles above the Earth to beam information). She noted that Germantown Police Department was not too far away. Maybe a quarter mile. Great. They'd be able to get inside the place by afternoon, then. As they walked north, they encountered a centaur, and then a supermutant, both of which were disposed of easily. Up a small hill was Hallowed Moore Cemetery. Another centaur and a half-dozen mutants were there. Again, they didn't stand a chance against the three raiders from Springvale.

"Damn, we is good!" The brat, now fully awake.

"Here take this," Vicious said to Starsky. "You do know how to shoot, right?"

"I know how shoot," he said defensively. "Just 'cause I prefer my knife don't mean I don't know how to shoot."

"Well two those mutants had rifles, and looks like got a few rounds, too. You take all these, then. And maybe we'll get you some more ammo inside. Place we're goin' is a police station, after all."

"You're the boss."

The trio began to walk north again. Vicious consulted the Global Positioning Satellite in her Pip-Girl's map several times. Finally, the place they were looking for was just ahead. As they neared the place something exploded, about a thousand feet to their left. This caused the three of them to stop for a moment. In the distance they could now see what had caused the explosion. Somebody was over there, shooting up cars.

"Yo, is that dude wearin' a policeman's outfit?"

"Yeah, I can see him too!"

"Is that a ghoul? Why would a ghoul be out here, dressed like a policeman, and blowing up cars?"

"Just another day in the Capitol Wasteland," their leader muttered. Her two companions silently agreed.


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Morning Mutfruit

Starsky N. Hutch in action!

Blamhammering a supermutant


Notes: Miss Vicious attained Level 3 today, woo hoo! I dumped a lot of points into Sneak, and chose Thief for her perk. Going for a stealthy type, once again.

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post May 23 2021, 06:17 PM
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Vicious got up off the cot she had managed to fall asleep upon the night before, said a quick prayer, and got started with whatever was to come on this warming summer day.


That's just one of the things that make Taneesha stand out among other raiders of the Capital Wasteland.

Starsky & Hutch united in one person!

Did they spend a night in that camp just over the bridge north of Big Town?


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post May 24 2021, 08:25 PM
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Lol, I think I liked Starsky better when he kept his mouth shut. tongue.gif

Oh my! We know who that ghoulish police officer is!


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