Fallout 3 short story
I can't decide whether this goes in the story area or not, since it's Fallout.
This might not actually be short, so...Fish sticks.With tartar sauce?
Might be a Mature story, if you're in the fourth grade and have never watched tv.
It was an abnormally hot day, and having to crouch behind some rocks in dirt and heated pieces of shredded tin didn't help.The wastelander heard the Deathclaw sniffing, growling, going berserk at the thought of a meal, tearing through the dumpsters, barrels, through anything it could find.So he crouched, terrified, waiting for that one moment to run.Then he heard it scream, it screamed such a shrill, blood curdling scream that his ears rang, and then he heard gunshots, first, the familiar bang of a shotgun, fired twice, then a...Sub-machine gun?No, it had to be an assault rife.Either way, he heard the creature moan, and whimper, for a moment, he almost felt bad for it...
Before he remembered it's intentions.
He slowly stood up, peeking over the largest rock, about waist high, and he could see a man in an armored vault 101 suit, weiring a pre-war hat, holding a combat shotgun at the ready, as if the creature were to spring back to life.He slid back down, and breathed a sigh of relief, he was safe, the threat of the Deathclaw gone, he closed his eyes for a moment, and thought of how to thank the man who had just saved his life.When he opened his eyes, he saw the man standing in front of him, blocking out the sun, with the shotgun's barrel pointed in between his eyes.He hadn't even heard the man come over, but he was sure it was a mis-understanding, so the wastelander said to him "Wait, I--" before he could finish the sentence, the familiar bang of a shotgun sounded.
As the man walked back to Megaton to count his caps and sell the things he'd looted from the wastelanders house, he heard a man named Three-dog calling him a Defiler, The Scourge of the Wasteland, and other such names.
He'd have to pay him a visit, sometime soon.
Walking through the gates of Megaton, a Megaton settler walked up to him and asked him how he could do the things he's done, how he could enslave people, she asked, "You go around owning people, do you?" and kill for little things like Turpentine or Wonder Glue.
In his mind, he thought "If they aren't strong enough to protect their own, they don't deserve it, "You go around owning people, do you?" What's so wrong with that?"But to her, he spat at her feet, and glared at her, then walked to craterside supply.
When he entered, the mercenary did his typical bull****, the whole "Watch youself" routine, to which he replied "**** off."
He was never quite sure whether Moira was naturally goofy and...different, or if it was a side effect of the Mentats she's so fond of.
He thought about sleeping with her a couple of times, but the fact he couldn't get the picture of her giggling during it out of his head made him think twice about it.
Leaving the store, he counted his caps, about 140 caps, and he was sure he got ripped off somewhere in the trading, but it didn't really matter.Not now.He had heard about an opening in the Enclave from a guy who knew a guy, and thought how this was the perfect chance to shut that self-righteous blabber-mouth president up.
In the settlement of Arfur, he had killed their Brahmin and made it look like The Family did it, some idiotic gang of vampires or some such, and he was still allowed in Arfur...
Till the damn president told them it was him because he refused to kill Three-dog.Too bad he didn't notice the Enclave soldiers watching him do it.
Didn't really care about The Family, seeing as they probably aren't too capable of movement or breathing after his last "visit".
It wasn't even that he needed Arfur.If anything, he could have, and probably WOULD have, wiped out the settlement without regret.
It was the betrayal.
That feeling you get from knowing you've been snitched on, the special type of anger that only betrayal can produce.Just a matter of revenge, really.
More later.
I can't decide whether this goes in the story area or not, since it's Fallout.
This might not actually be short, so...Fish sticks.With tartar sauce?
Might be a Mature story, if you're in the fourth grade and have never watched tv.
It was an abnormally hot day, and having to crouch behind some rocks in dirt and heated pieces of shredded tin didn't help.The wastelander heard the Deathclaw sniffing, growling, going berserk at the thought of a meal, tearing through the dumpsters, barrels, through anything it could find.So he crouched, terrified, waiting for that one moment to run.Then he heard it scream, it screamed such a shrill, blood curdling scream that his ears rang, and then he heard gunshots, first, the familiar bang of a shotgun, fired twice, then a...Sub-machine gun?No, it had to be an assault rife.Either way, he heard the creature moan, and whimper, for a moment, he almost felt bad for it...
Before he remembered it's intentions.
He slowly stood up, peeking over the largest rock, about waist high, and he could see a man in an armored vault 101 suit, weiring a pre-war hat, holding a combat shotgun at the ready, as if the creature were to spring back to life.He slid back down, and breathed a sigh of relief, he was safe, the threat of the Deathclaw gone, he closed his eyes for a moment, and thought of how to thank the man who had just saved his life.When he opened his eyes, he saw the man standing in front of him, blocking out the sun, with the shotgun's barrel pointed in between his eyes.He hadn't even heard the man come over, but he was sure it was a mis-understanding, so the wastelander said to him "Wait, I--" before he could finish the sentence, the familiar bang of a shotgun sounded.
As the man walked back to Megaton to count his caps and sell the things he'd looted from the wastelanders house, he heard a man named Three-dog calling him a Defiler, The Scourge of the Wasteland, and other such names.
He'd have to pay him a visit, sometime soon.
Walking through the gates of Megaton, a Megaton settler walked up to him and asked him how he could do the things he's done, how he could enslave people, she asked, "You go around owning people, do you?" and kill for little things like Turpentine or Wonder Glue.
In his mind, he thought "If they aren't strong enough to protect their own, they don't deserve it, "You go around owning people, do you?" What's so wrong with that?"But to her, he spat at her feet, and glared at her, then walked to craterside supply.
When he entered, the mercenary did his typical bull****, the whole "Watch youself" routine, to which he replied "**** off."
He was never quite sure whether Moira was naturally goofy and...different, or if it was a side effect of the Mentats she's so fond of.
He thought about sleeping with her a couple of times, but the fact he couldn't get the picture of her giggling during it out of his head made him think twice about it.
Leaving the store, he counted his caps, about 140 caps, and he was sure he got ripped off somewhere in the trading, but it didn't really matter.Not now.He had heard about an opening in the Enclave from a guy who knew a guy, and thought how this was the perfect chance to shut that self-righteous blabber-mouth president up.
In the settlement of Arfur, he had killed their Brahmin and made it look like The Family did it, some idiotic gang of vampires or some such, and he was still allowed in Arfur...
Till the damn president told them it was him because he refused to kill Three-dog.Too bad he didn't notice the Enclave soldiers watching him do it.
Didn't really care about The Family, seeing as they probably aren't too capable of movement or breathing after his last "visit".
It wasn't even that he needed Arfur.If anything, he could have, and probably WOULD have, wiped out the settlement without regret.
It was the betrayal.
That feeling you get from knowing you've been snitched on, the special type of anger that only betrayal can produce.Just a matter of revenge, really.
More later.
