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King of Creation
Righteous Subjugator


Joined: 20 Dec 2003
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Thu Oct 07, 2010 6:53 am |
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In 250 words or less, write a short story about one of your favorite Fallout memories. Your story can be from the perspective of a character in the Fallout world, or from the perspective of a third-person narrator. It should describe a situation that takes place in any one of the Fallout games. Please post your story here for it to be counted. Story submissions will be accepted until Midnight GMT, 04 November 2010. After that point, I will turn this topic into a poll so you can vote for your favorite story. Voting will last until Midnight GMT, 06 November 2010 and then the winners of the story and trivia competitions will be announced.
News-post and comment thread for the competition
Official contest page perma-link.
Please only post short stories in this thread. Non-story posts will be deleted. Comments should go in the news-post link above. |
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onewayglicky
SDF!

Joined: 25 Oct 2010
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Mon Oct 25, 2010 1:16 pm |
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…I finally came to the biggest dump of an oasis I’ve ever laid eyes on. The sign in front of the door said “Megaton”…Megaton of crap was more like it. I walked through the metal gates and was greeted by some raggedy looking figure who tried to exert his authority on me. “You new in town?” asked a voice off to my left. “Maybe…Who’s asking?” I replied “I’m Lucas Simms, sheriff of Megaton. These are my people. This is my town. You so much as breathe wrong and I'm gonna end ya.” Fresh out of the vault and I’m already getting harassed by the locals.
Things out here didn’t seem much better than they were in the vault, but God knows I can’t go back there. A wave of depression and anger washed over me as I saw the tyranny outside the vault reflected in the burned wasted ruins outside. I stumbled across the local watering hole – Moriarty’s bar. “I’ll take a whiskey” I said to the ghoul at the bar. “Sure thing, smoothe skin.” he said. A nearby patron approached me “Excuse me…you look like a nice intelligent man…I have a proposition for you.” He said “Did you see that bomb out front?” “Yeah...so what?” I asked. “My employer would very much like to see something…happen to this city, and you look like just the man to help me.” I thought over the proposal for a moment, but in my angst I knew what my answer would be…I’ll show them…I’ll show all of them. |
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Psychoul
Elite Wanderer


Joined: 25 Nov 2007
Posts: 625
Location: Oil Rig
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Tue Oct 26, 2010 12:29 am |
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The next morning, Tycho wakes up from his horrible dream realizing; it was not really possible to have the urge to blow up a city he knew nothing about and to want to HELP a random psycho looking to see a town destroyed.
Tycho continues following the Vault dweller through the wasteland until he meets his untimely demise as he steps on a pound of plastic explosives that were set as a trap(appearantly). The vault dweller sheds a tear at the site of losing his most prized... weapons... and collects what he could from the wreckage. There was too much he could carry so he had to leave most of his stuff behind. All that remained of Tycho was a speck of the gas mask he wore every day and night, it was to be the last sad memory of Tycho.
Regardless.... the vault dweller continued along to the master's chill crib, and blew the shit out of it.. got the hell out... and drank some of tycho's nevada Whiskey...
And that is what happened AFTER Tycho's Nightmare that was what is now called, fallout 3.
Edit: never ending fallout story 1? y/n? |
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Shakado
SDF!

Joined: 26 Oct 2010
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Wed Oct 27, 2010 4:47 pm |
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The blasted metal protruding from the earth tears the insubstantial material of the Vault uniform as he races breathlessly through the scrap yard. The Med-X has done little to numb the pain of the bullet wound in his shoulder but he continues, the animal shrieks of the raiders driving him on. He desperately tries to load his rifle while his scurrying feet negotiate the ancient metallic relics of a bygone age, this graveyard of technology. His terror causes his sweaty hands to slip, and he drops the bullet. A car’s windshield explodes and he is showered by glass, a kind of brutal rain. His next round finds the chamber and he ducks behind a derelict school bus to continue loading. This teenager would still be in school if it weren’t for the egomania of the politicians and their futile Great War. Eye to the scope, he raises his rifle towards his pursuers, those whose sadistic nature had been awakened by anarchy. The rifle jumps from car to car as his desperate senses strain to locate his predators. A head appears, a twisted face. The .32 bullet blows the raiders ear off in a spray of blood.
When the raider regains consciousness the boy is standing over him. The raider pleads for his life but the boy calmly raises his rifle again. This round rips through his eye and the frontal and parietal lobes of his brain. “Finally those Biology lessons come in handy Dad” he mutters with a crooked smile. |
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Megatron
Mamma's Gang member


Joined: 19 Apr 2002
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Location: The United Kingdoms
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Thu Nov 04, 2010 2:02 am |
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Old country memorabilia lined cracked wooden shelves like some throwback to a fictional film about life after the apocalypse. But this wasn't a film, this was real. Sometimes. Impact zones of nuclear bombs shaped Los Angeles into a moonscape, littered with bizarre mutant freaks inhabiting the remaining buildings sitting silently around dirty fires. The quietness was only occasionally disrupted by the occasional cough or a new freak baby being smothered out of kindness. These were thrown onto the fire. Although there was one man who walked through this monochrome bosch hell. Dressed from neck to ankle in blue, face twisted in an expression of intense anxiety, he seemed driven by invisible forces. He carried a sledgehammer. |
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King of Creation
Righteous Subjugator


Joined: 20 Dec 2003
Posts: 5103
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Fri Nov 05, 2010 5:59 am |
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Well there were only 4 submissions to the short story contest, so voting shouldn't be too difficult. |
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Retlaw83
Goatse Messiah


Joined: 17 Jul 2004
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Fri Nov 05, 2010 6:08 am |
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SenisterDenister
250 Posts til Somewhere


Joined: 23 Apr 2007
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Location: Cackalackyland
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Fri Nov 05, 2010 6:33 am |
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My story was in another thread. FFS KOC. |
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Yonmanc
Hero of the Glowing Lands


Joined: 23 Jun 2009
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Location: Manchester, UK
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Fri Nov 05, 2010 7:13 pm |
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Mine too. And mine was a trillion times better than those swelliest of guys! |
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Username
Elite Wanderer

Joined: 12 Jun 2010
Posts: 655
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Sat Nov 06, 2010 12:07 am |
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Yonmacs owned actually but yeah you guys should've reposted it.
Out of these 4 I liked oneway~ But Megs sorta touched me somehow. Gonna have to vote Meg here. |
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POOPERSCOOPER
Paparazzi


Joined: 05 Apr 2003
Posts: 5022
Location: California
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Sun Nov 07, 2010 3:44 am |
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Megatron, what are you going to do with your free game?
KoC, this had to have been one of the worst and poorly planned contests I've seen. 250 words heh. |
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jamesa
SDF!

Joined: 28 Oct 2010
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Sun Nov 07, 2010 3:58 am |
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whats gonna happen to the 3rd copy of the game? psychoul an oneway didnt get any votes. KoC decides? |
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Yonmanc
Hero of the Glowing Lands


Joined: 23 Jun 2009
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Location: Manchester, UK
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Sun Nov 07, 2010 4:15 am |
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jamesa wrote: | whats gonna happen to the 3rd copy of the game? psychoul an oneway didnt get any votes. KoC decides? |
It's going to be shoved up your arse.  |
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King of Creation
Righteous Subjugator


Joined: 20 Dec 2003
Posts: 5103
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Sun Nov 07, 2010 5:59 am |
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POOPERSCOOPER wrote: |
KoC, this had to have been one of the worst and poorly planned contests I've seen. 250 words heh. |
Yep. Still better than "post a comment on this newspost" contests. |
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Frater Perdurabo
Paragon


Joined: 05 Jun 2006
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Location: Vőro
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Sun Nov 07, 2010 6:35 am |
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The .uk limitation was retarded. If anyone fancies it, I could ship a copy elsewhere (provided that you give it to me first). |
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King of Creation
Righteous Subjugator


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Sun Nov 07, 2010 9:01 am |
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Frater Perdurabo wrote: | The .uk limitation was retarded. |
It's still better than nothing I guess...not my choice anyway. These guys approached me about running the contest, so I figured why not. |
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