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CrazyNick
- Vault Dweller
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- Joined: Thu Sep 08, 2005 11:40 pm
- Location: Guantomino Bay Mental Wing
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Part 3 of 5(?)
In this part I’m actually gonna advance the plot a bunch.
If you think these stories are crap its cause I make em up in my spare time on the spot, usually in 30 min or so.
The tech’s words keep replaying in your head. THE island. What used to be the centre of activity of this province, it was never hit by a nuke. The environment was more devastating than even a nuclear warhead. Tidal waves and Tsunamis washed away most of the island and the sea slowly degraded the rest of the island. The few survivors turned on each other and the military bases that were built there became no more than bases for raider bands. A place worse than hell where people would as soon shoot you as look at you. Your C.O says that you have to rescue Rick because he was working on a top secret weapon capable of more damage than even a tank and able to be made in handguns. The Atom Accelerator, capable of discharging atoms at near the speed of light, this gun had a ray powerful enough to turn a Super Mutant to goop and take down reinforced concrete. It didn’t need any type of ammunition besides what you could pick up and put in it. Even air would be suitable. It had shown promise in destroying large tank bots and even the occasional ghoul who was exiled into the forest proved it usefulness against living organisms. The basic concept of it was that it shot a ray of invisible atoms to dislodge the current structure of atoms in the target, essentially liquefying it. If the Robots got their hands on the schematics (In Rick’s head) the consequences could be disastrous. Your reason was simpler. Rick had been your best friend for almost 16 years, and he was your cousin. You never abandon family was what you’d been taught.
As you ingest these thoughts a Mk.4 Combat Bot comes crashing out of the forest onto the path the C.O was leading you on. The C.O tuned and dropped to one knee into a firing position a expelled five globs of superheated plasma at the Bot. the Bot was no more than a pile of slag that scorched to forest floor. The C.O grinned in satisfaction when suddenly the robots assault riffle starts shooting. The liquid metal had reached the bullet casings and was firing everywhere. The C.O grabs you and you both start sprinting down the worn path, the mechanized sounds of steps and the crack of twigs being broken following you closely. You reach the end of the path, the light of day at the end of the tunnel like a beacon guiding you to freedom and safety. You turn the express your glee at your C.O but he had stopped running. You skid to a stop and run back to him. He glowers at you and screams, “Get the FUCK back shithead! These robots need to be stopped and you need time to escape. Find reinforcements in the town and rescue Rick. Then get back to home base on the east coast. That is a FUCKING ORDER YOU LARD ASSED PIECE OF COCKSUCKING SHIT! NOW GET MOVING!� As you turn around you see him pull out what looks to be 10 pounds of C4. You eyes widen and your heart jumps to your throat as it tries to escape to safety. You start running even faster than before fore the limit of the forest would prove no safety from that blast. As you escape the confines of the heavy forest and start running down a rubble filled slope that used to be a street you hear the sound of gunfire behind you. A scream of pain and victory was all the warning you got before the C4 was detonated. The shockwave sent you and several trees and rocks flying down the hill. As you float in the air the last thought before you crash down was “This is really gonna fucking hurt when I land�, and then there was blackness.
You awake in a small shack with a cold rag on your forehead. You are mostly wrapped in blood soaked bandages. You body aches everywhere and you have trouble focusing your eyes. Several minutes pass before you realize that you are not dead. If you were dead you wouldn’t be in so much god damn pain. You can’t move and you think it’s because you are paralyzed, but it could be because your body hates you right now. A woman walks into the room and smiles at you. “Well you’re finally awake! I thought you would die after all the work I did on you. You’re lucky I found you before the raiders. They would have just looted you and shot you in the head for fun.� Your eyes decide to focus on here face. You think she might have been pretty except for all the scars on her face. “I’m Liz; I was a combat medic in the former uprising against the Raiders. Now I live alone in the shack on the north side. Who are you?�
“I don’t…..I’m…army…..can’t find my name…..head hurts�
“What do you mean you can’t find your name?
“I got ambushed by robots, Got hit on head by something, branch I think, can’t remember my name. It’s not in my head when I look.�
She looks at you and says, “Shit, I found your dog tags but the name had been scratched out. The only thing on it was your rank, division, and number.�
“I know all those things. The name was scratched out so the enemy would have trouble interrogating us. People respond to their names strongly.�
“Heh, I could always name you…..�
You look at her curiously and you hope that what she names you will shift the weight of that mystery onto another.
Liz scratches her head and tilts her head. “I could always call you Frank. But that name pisses me off for some reason. Well, you have a huge bill to me for all the treatment. Thought you would’ve needed a priest instead of a doctor. That’s it; I’ll call you Billy Bishop.�
You sigh. “That name sucks.�
“Fuck you then. Come up with your own name!�
“I was only kidding. It’ll do fine.�
She glares at you. “I could always name you John Doe, ass.�
“What does that mean?�
“It what we name dead body’s we don’t when we don’t know what their real names are. Or don’t care.�
“I guess my name’s Billy then. But call me Bishop. It sounds better.� With this final banter finished you slip off to sleep with another possession. Your name.
Part 3 of 5(?)
In this part I’m actually gonna advance the plot a bunch.
If you think these stories are crap its cause I make em up in my spare time on the spot, usually in 30 min or so.
The tech’s words keep replaying in your head. THE island. What used to be the centre of activity of this province, it was never hit by a nuke. The environment was more devastating than even a nuclear warhead. Tidal waves and Tsunamis washed away most of the island and the sea slowly degraded the rest of the island. The few survivors turned on each other and the military bases that were built there became no more than bases for raider bands. A place worse than hell where people would as soon shoot you as look at you. Your C.O says that you have to rescue Rick because he was working on a top secret weapon capable of more damage than even a tank and able to be made in handguns. The Atom Accelerator, capable of discharging atoms at near the speed of light, this gun had a ray powerful enough to turn a Super Mutant to goop and take down reinforced concrete. It didn’t need any type of ammunition besides what you could pick up and put in it. Even air would be suitable. It had shown promise in destroying large tank bots and even the occasional ghoul who was exiled into the forest proved it usefulness against living organisms. The basic concept of it was that it shot a ray of invisible atoms to dislodge the current structure of atoms in the target, essentially liquefying it. If the Robots got their hands on the schematics (In Rick’s head) the consequences could be disastrous. Your reason was simpler. Rick had been your best friend for almost 16 years, and he was your cousin. You never abandon family was what you’d been taught.
As you ingest these thoughts a Mk.4 Combat Bot comes crashing out of the forest onto the path the C.O was leading you on. The C.O tuned and dropped to one knee into a firing position a expelled five globs of superheated plasma at the Bot. the Bot was no more than a pile of slag that scorched to forest floor. The C.O grinned in satisfaction when suddenly the robots assault riffle starts shooting. The liquid metal had reached the bullet casings and was firing everywhere. The C.O grabs you and you both start sprinting down the worn path, the mechanized sounds of steps and the crack of twigs being broken following you closely. You reach the end of the path, the light of day at the end of the tunnel like a beacon guiding you to freedom and safety. You turn the express your glee at your C.O but he had stopped running. You skid to a stop and run back to him. He glowers at you and screams, “Get the FUCK back shithead! These robots need to be stopped and you need time to escape. Find reinforcements in the town and rescue Rick. Then get back to home base on the east coast. That is a FUCKING ORDER YOU LARD ASSED PIECE OF COCKSUCKING SHIT! NOW GET MOVING!� As you turn around you see him pull out what looks to be 10 pounds of C4. You eyes widen and your heart jumps to your throat as it tries to escape to safety. You start running even faster than before fore the limit of the forest would prove no safety from that blast. As you escape the confines of the heavy forest and start running down a rubble filled slope that used to be a street you hear the sound of gunfire behind you. A scream of pain and victory was all the warning you got before the C4 was detonated. The shockwave sent you and several trees and rocks flying down the hill. As you float in the air the last thought before you crash down was “This is really gonna fucking hurt when I land�, and then there was blackness.
You awake in a small shack with a cold rag on your forehead. You are mostly wrapped in blood soaked bandages. You body aches everywhere and you have trouble focusing your eyes. Several minutes pass before you realize that you are not dead. If you were dead you wouldn’t be in so much god damn pain. You can’t move and you think it’s because you are paralyzed, but it could be because your body hates you right now. A woman walks into the room and smiles at you. “Well you’re finally awake! I thought you would die after all the work I did on you. You’re lucky I found you before the raiders. They would have just looted you and shot you in the head for fun.� Your eyes decide to focus on here face. You think she might have been pretty except for all the scars on her face. “I’m Liz; I was a combat medic in the former uprising against the Raiders. Now I live alone in the shack on the north side. Who are you?�
“I don’t…..I’m…army…..can’t find my name…..head hurts�
“What do you mean you can’t find your name?
“I got ambushed by robots, Got hit on head by something, branch I think, can’t remember my name. It’s not in my head when I look.�
She looks at you and says, “Shit, I found your dog tags but the name had been scratched out. The only thing on it was your rank, division, and number.�
“I know all those things. The name was scratched out so the enemy would have trouble interrogating us. People respond to their names strongly.�
“Heh, I could always name you…..�
You look at her curiously and you hope that what she names you will shift the weight of that mystery onto another.
Liz scratches her head and tilts her head. “I could always call you Frank. But that name pisses me off for some reason. Well, you have a huge bill to me for all the treatment. Thought you would’ve needed a priest instead of a doctor. That’s it; I’ll call you Billy Bishop.�
You sigh. “That name sucks.�
“Fuck you then. Come up with your own name!�
“I was only kidding. It’ll do fine.�
She glares at you. “I could always name you John Doe, ass.�
“What does that mean?�
“It what we name dead body’s we don’t when we don’t know what their real names are. Or don’t care.�
“I guess my name’s Billy then. But call me Bishop. It sounds better.� With this final banter finished you slip off to sleep with another possession. Your name.
It's the sandwich that takes a bite out of YOU!
Never argue with an idiot. They just bring you down to their level and beat you with experience
Never argue with an idiot. They just bring you down to their level and beat you with experience
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CrazyNick
- Vault Dweller
- Posts: 125
- Joined: Thu Sep 08, 2005 11:40 pm
- Location: Guantomino Bay Mental Wing
Holy crap its a double whammy of total awsomeness. This could only be due to massive insomnia.
Part 4 of 5(?)
You wake up and decide that your legs might work well enough for you to get out of bed and piss on your own. You stumble though the Liz’s hut and out to the forest nearby. After substantially watering the fauna you decide to pack up and leave for the city center of Vancouver. It’s said that a small town has grown up from the ruble of the old city.
“Well I’ll be damned, I don’t have to clean your bedpan this morning. That’s saves you an extra 5 bottle caps.�
You only reaction to this as you find your supplies is to flip her the bird.
“Well that’s just rude. I have been taking care of you for the better part of a week. I’ve had to sell some of your equipment to feed you.�
“YOU WHAT BITCH!�
“Relax. I just sold a rifle and some ammunition. You still owe me about 10000 bottle caps for patching you together.�
Your shoulders slump in relaxation as you continue to pack when you notice that some parts of the advanced battle armor are missing. Your search for them around the shack proves useless so you ask Liz.
“Ya I know where those implants are. After I had stabilized you I went through your pack to see if you were carrying anything dangerous. I found a bunch of those implants and since you were torn up already I decided to put some of them in you. Oh by the way you owe me an additional 20000 caps.�
“You put them in me? I don’t feel any different. Well, not any different than you might feel after getting shot at and nearly blown up.�
“Oh come on did you really get hit that hard? You recovered in a week with minimal treatment when it would have taken a regular person a month or two.�
The revelation brings a smile to your face. You know what implants are missing. A lung implant for increased oxygen intake and processing, liver implant for removing deadlier toxins, heart implant for faster blood flow, implants for various glands, muscle implants to increase strength, and an implant to increase cell division for faster healing. The Implants that need a specialist are the ones that need to be put inside organs, and the brain and skin implants to control the suit.
“So…. I’m faster, stronger, and healthier than normal people.�
“Pretty much�
“Sweet! Is their any downside?�
“Well, for the most part avoid powerful EMP’s and shocks because they might damage the implants. And then you might die.�
Your smile may just take up your entire face. After finishing packing you arm yourself with the two Desert Eagles and an H&K submachine gun. As you start to walk you hear the unmistakable sound of a shotgun being pumped. You turn around slowly and see like calmly aiming a combat shotgun at you.
“You still owe me almost 40000 caps. You may not be able to pay it off when you’re dead but I’ll get something for your stuff. Nobody skips out on one of my bills.�
Normally you would have tried to shoot or run but you felt obliged to make it up to Liz. She did save your life when most people would have just left you there to die.
“It’s not like I’m exactly made out of money. The only way I could possibly pay you back would be to sell all of my equipment. All of which I’ll need to save my friend who got taken.�
Liz sighs and lowers the shotgun. “Ah hell I can’t shoot you after I fixed you. Its just undoing all my work.�
“The only thing I can offer you Liz is to come with me.�
“Will I get to use my boomstick?�
“Probably a lot�
“Then hell yes!�
“Well, first off we’re going to Vancouver to find a surgeon.�
Liz smiles and shakes her head. “You’re gonna go through with the rest of the implants huh. Well there’s a abandoned skytrain route called the RAV which never got finished due to overspending. It goes all the way into the center of Vancouver. Its about 10 meters above ground to so it’s pretty safe.�
Liz rests the shotgun on her shoulder as she grabs a medic’s bag and backpack and starts leading you southwest.
I'm taking a crack at the RAV line that the city is building. It's destined to fail due to incompentece. The characters name, Billy Bishop, was the name of a famous Canadian fighter pilot in WW1. Yes I know this episode sucks more than usuall but i'm tired and don't care. I need sleep because i'm plating in a concert tomorrow- er.... today. The comunity band i'm in is getting a new practice hall. A 2.5 million one
The next episode will be ready whenever the hell I feel like writing.
If it's longer than a week it's because i've been frozen solid be this retched canadian cold.
Part 4 of 5(?)
You wake up and decide that your legs might work well enough for you to get out of bed and piss on your own. You stumble though the Liz’s hut and out to the forest nearby. After substantially watering the fauna you decide to pack up and leave for the city center of Vancouver. It’s said that a small town has grown up from the ruble of the old city.
“Well I’ll be damned, I don’t have to clean your bedpan this morning. That’s saves you an extra 5 bottle caps.�
You only reaction to this as you find your supplies is to flip her the bird.
“Well that’s just rude. I have been taking care of you for the better part of a week. I’ve had to sell some of your equipment to feed you.�
“YOU WHAT BITCH!�
“Relax. I just sold a rifle and some ammunition. You still owe me about 10000 bottle caps for patching you together.�
Your shoulders slump in relaxation as you continue to pack when you notice that some parts of the advanced battle armor are missing. Your search for them around the shack proves useless so you ask Liz.
“Ya I know where those implants are. After I had stabilized you I went through your pack to see if you were carrying anything dangerous. I found a bunch of those implants and since you were torn up already I decided to put some of them in you. Oh by the way you owe me an additional 20000 caps.�
“You put them in me? I don’t feel any different. Well, not any different than you might feel after getting shot at and nearly blown up.�
“Oh come on did you really get hit that hard? You recovered in a week with minimal treatment when it would have taken a regular person a month or two.�
The revelation brings a smile to your face. You know what implants are missing. A lung implant for increased oxygen intake and processing, liver implant for removing deadlier toxins, heart implant for faster blood flow, implants for various glands, muscle implants to increase strength, and an implant to increase cell division for faster healing. The Implants that need a specialist are the ones that need to be put inside organs, and the brain and skin implants to control the suit.
“So…. I’m faster, stronger, and healthier than normal people.�
“Pretty much�
“Sweet! Is their any downside?�
“Well, for the most part avoid powerful EMP’s and shocks because they might damage the implants. And then you might die.�
Your smile may just take up your entire face. After finishing packing you arm yourself with the two Desert Eagles and an H&K submachine gun. As you start to walk you hear the unmistakable sound of a shotgun being pumped. You turn around slowly and see like calmly aiming a combat shotgun at you.
“You still owe me almost 40000 caps. You may not be able to pay it off when you’re dead but I’ll get something for your stuff. Nobody skips out on one of my bills.�
Normally you would have tried to shoot or run but you felt obliged to make it up to Liz. She did save your life when most people would have just left you there to die.
“It’s not like I’m exactly made out of money. The only way I could possibly pay you back would be to sell all of my equipment. All of which I’ll need to save my friend who got taken.�
Liz sighs and lowers the shotgun. “Ah hell I can’t shoot you after I fixed you. Its just undoing all my work.�
“The only thing I can offer you Liz is to come with me.�
“Will I get to use my boomstick?�
“Probably a lot�
“Then hell yes!�
“Well, first off we’re going to Vancouver to find a surgeon.�
Liz smiles and shakes her head. “You’re gonna go through with the rest of the implants huh. Well there’s a abandoned skytrain route called the RAV which never got finished due to overspending. It goes all the way into the center of Vancouver. Its about 10 meters above ground to so it’s pretty safe.�
Liz rests the shotgun on her shoulder as she grabs a medic’s bag and backpack and starts leading you southwest.
I'm taking a crack at the RAV line that the city is building. It's destined to fail due to incompentece. The characters name, Billy Bishop, was the name of a famous Canadian fighter pilot in WW1. Yes I know this episode sucks more than usuall but i'm tired and don't care. I need sleep because i'm plating in a concert tomorrow- er.... today. The comunity band i'm in is getting a new practice hall. A 2.5 million one
The next episode will be ready whenever the hell I feel like writing.
If it's longer than a week it's because i've been frozen solid be this retched canadian cold.
It's the sandwich that takes a bite out of YOU!
Never argue with an idiot. They just bring you down to their level and beat you with experience
Never argue with an idiot. They just bring you down to their level and beat you with experience
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CrazyNick
- Vault Dweller
- Posts: 125
- Joined: Thu Sep 08, 2005 11:40 pm
- Location: Guantomino Bay Mental Wing
Right I nkow this came up earlyer and I have finaly found the answer. The name of the Army is the CRD - Canadian Reconasince Division. The battalion the protagonist is in is the 102nd "Warden's Warriors"
If you haven't been able to tell or are just a dumbass I have been using real Canadian history when writing this shit. Billy Bishop was a famous fighter pilot who nearly downed the Red Baron (that honor went to another Canadian) he had the most kills for a Canadian pilot and was the first Canadian ace. A lot of the historical stuff is from WW1 seeing as I just got a pretty cool book on it. I've got a day off so I may just write the much anticipated final chapter of Northern Finge. Or I may sit on my duff all day playing Video games. Hard choice.
*Spoiler*
The next chapter is gonna be hella long. It may be so long that it takes up an ENTIRE PAGE! It will be really long. I will try to wrap up the story or most likely I will leave it on such a cliffhanger that it will piss of everyone who reads it. thats my goal. Now that I have rambled for long enough I need more caffine.
Cheers
If you haven't been able to tell or are just a dumbass I have been using real Canadian history when writing this shit. Billy Bishop was a famous fighter pilot who nearly downed the Red Baron (that honor went to another Canadian) he had the most kills for a Canadian pilot and was the first Canadian ace. A lot of the historical stuff is from WW1 seeing as I just got a pretty cool book on it. I've got a day off so I may just write the much anticipated final chapter of Northern Finge. Or I may sit on my duff all day playing Video games. Hard choice.
*Spoiler*
The next chapter is gonna be hella long. It may be so long that it takes up an ENTIRE PAGE! It will be really long. I will try to wrap up the story or most likely I will leave it on such a cliffhanger that it will piss of everyone who reads it. thats my goal. Now that I have rambled for long enough I need more caffine.
Cheers
It's the sandwich that takes a bite out of YOU!
Never argue with an idiot. They just bring you down to their level and beat you with experience
Never argue with an idiot. They just bring you down to their level and beat you with experience
