Cobalt Gamer
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Lonley wastelander. (fallout 3 fanfic)
The cold morning air filled my lungs, the sun was just starting to rise and the dogs barked ever so loudly. The sky was a pale green colour with shades of brown and grey streaming through it, the sound of dogs, explosions and things I’ve never heard before seemed to run through the land. I sat down with a pack of cigarettes at my side and a bottle of whiskey at the other. I was playing with my lighter; I was rather lucky to find a working Zippo lighter out here, I did have to search the ruins of the old factory but after opening the final box It was there shiny as the day it was made, I’d picked it up to check if it worked I flicked it twice and nothing, I inspected it closely to see what the problem was, it was pretty easy to figure out, in fact it was easier then I’d hoped all I needed to find was a flint, a flint while I was standing in a ruined lighter factory! I scanned the floor and sure enough there were about 500 hundred just lying around, I picked up them all and placed them into a bag, you never know when one flint might go blunt. I opened the lighter and sparked it, the flame was rather enchanting I pulled out a cigarette from my pack and placed it into my mouth, placing it in the flame I took a drag, and the smoke filled my lungs. The sun rose higher above the barren wastes as it did the creatures of the land began to wake, I heard the cry of raiders and picked up my rifle to check across the horizon, a party of them a rather large party and they were driving! Most of the vehicles had been completely wiped out or the items needed to fix them were long gone but these raiders seemed to have acquired one. I grabbed my whiskey, cigarettes, rifle, shotgun and ammo, and then climbed down the ladder which leads to my bunker below sands.
I closed the roof and was left in total darkness. I moved wearily towards the far wall looking for the light, after about 20 minutes of blindly moving my hand across the wall I found the switch, I flicked it and the room was flooded with light. My home was pretty unfurnished, I had a bed in the corner of the room, a Nuka Cola machine next to the jukebox I walked over and turned on the radio. "Cause one dog ain't enough and two is too low, it’s me Three Dog!" The radio howled, Three Dog the man on the radio, the man behind GNR or Galaxy news radio, he rambles on and on about fighting some kind of good fight, but honestly I just like the music. "All right, children. It's time for Three Dog to be honest with ya. Here it is, plain as day - I used to think we were all well and truly ****ed. The good ole U.S. of A... ahhh, she's a mess. I had pretty much written us all off. But that was before a certain kid from Vault 101... I've always given it to you straight, have I not? For good or ill, Galaxy News Radio has been the voice of truth on these airwaves. So believe me when I tell you that I was wrong. Dead wrong. That kid from Vault 101 is the Last, Best Hope of Humanity. We'll get through this, children. You just gotta believe. For now, listen close, as I share yet another of our friend's adventures." Another story about the lone wanderer, savior of the wastes, well I’m sick of it. I switched off the radio and walked towards the kitchen. The kitchen was pretty pathetic, a fridge and a hot plate, that was my kitchen and right next to my kitchen was a locker filled with all types of weapons, guns, blades, wooden bats, rocket launchers, grenades everything, in these hard times you gotta protect yourself.
The year is 2277, almost 200 years after the nuclear war with china devastated this world leaving us all living in a barren wasteland, some people were lucky enough to go into vaults before the war, well I say lucky, but after about 20 or 50 years the majority of these ‘vault dwellers’ Had been killed either by foolishly going into the wastes and getting killed by raiders, super mutants, all manner of things. The others were killed by people going inside their vaults and wiping them out, myself? I never lived in a vault, nor have I lived in a settlement, not since I was ten, my mother was a simple citizen of megaton and my father was a mercenary. I was always looked up to him; he kept our family alive, kept us eating food and being clothed and keeping the roof over our heads, I remember the day he died, I remember every last detail, what dress my mother was wearing, what she was cooking, how many flies lay on the wall, everything. Mother was cooking her famous radroach stew and I was fixing up some old bb gun I found. From a very young age I was into weapons, guns, knives, grenades, mini nukes, you name it I’ve tinkered around with it, I always wanted to be a mercenary like my father but after he died I lost all lust for it. The stew was boiling when there came a knock at the door, at first I thought it would be my father but then I thought “why would he knock?” My mother walked gingerly towards the door and opened it, the putrid smell of megaton spewed into the modest little hut we called home. Standing at the door was Lucas Simms the town sheriff, “Evening Janet.” He said with remorse on his face, my mother seemed to read his face as she began to cry, “I’m sorry Janet but he’s dead, him and a group of traders were ambushed by a group of raiders, I’m terribly sorry, I know this town can never repay your husband for the services he gave to this town but please take this as a token of our thanks.” Lucas passed my mother a rather large bag of caps. He tipped his hat and walked away, I remember that night rather well, for a number of reasons; that was the night I ran away and it was the first time I broke the law. That night when my mother had gone to bed I grabbed all as many cloths as I could and crammed them into a small bag, I grabbed the bb gun from underneath my bed and a couple of bobby pins, I left my room and showed no remorse. I sat down stairs for a little while thinking about what I was about to do, I weighed the positives against the negatives and in the end I just gave into temptation. I opened my mother safe with the bobby pin. Being ten and living in a small city with nothing to really do I practised pick locking, not for criminal purposes just for fun but this was the first time I’d actually used it to steal something. After about 15 minutes of playing around with the lock I heard the tumbles turn and the safe creaked open, inside was the big bag of caps, there must have been over 2000 caps in that bag! I snatched it and l placed it into my bag with the cloths. I left my house and entered the unknown world, I knew I wouldn’t last 10 seconds in the waists without some decent protection and weapons, I remembered Lucas Sims once talking about a large armoury somewhere in the city turns out it was only ten feet from my front door, I made my way towards the door and placed the bobby pin inside, I played around with it again, this one seemed a lot harder to crack then my mother’s safe but sure enough after 20 minutes and 4 broken bobby pins the door unlocked, I was about to open the door when I heard a voice behind me. “What do you think you’re doing eh? Little man?”
The cold morning air filled my lungs, the sun was just starting to rise and the dogs barked ever so loudly. The sky was a pale green colour with shades of brown and grey streaming through it, the sound of dogs, explosions and things I’ve never heard before seemed to run through the land. I sat down with a pack of cigarettes at my side and a bottle of whiskey at the other. I was playing with my lighter; I was rather lucky to find a working Zippo lighter out here, I did have to search the ruins of the old factory but after opening the final box It was there shiny as the day it was made, I’d picked it up to check if it worked I flicked it twice and nothing, I inspected it closely to see what the problem was, it was pretty easy to figure out, in fact it was easier then I’d hoped all I needed to find was a flint, a flint while I was standing in a ruined lighter factory! I scanned the floor and sure enough there were about 500 hundred just lying around, I picked up them all and placed them into a bag, you never know when one flint might go blunt. I opened the lighter and sparked it, the flame was rather enchanting I pulled out a cigarette from my pack and placed it into my mouth, placing it in the flame I took a drag, and the smoke filled my lungs. The sun rose higher above the barren wastes as it did the creatures of the land began to wake, I heard the cry of raiders and picked up my rifle to check across the horizon, a party of them a rather large party and they were driving! Most of the vehicles had been completely wiped out or the items needed to fix them were long gone but these raiders seemed to have acquired one. I grabbed my whiskey, cigarettes, rifle, shotgun and ammo, and then climbed down the ladder which leads to my bunker below sands.
I closed the roof and was left in total darkness. I moved wearily towards the far wall looking for the light, after about 20 minutes of blindly moving my hand across the wall I found the switch, I flicked it and the room was flooded with light. My home was pretty unfurnished, I had a bed in the corner of the room, a Nuka Cola machine next to the jukebox I walked over and turned on the radio. "Cause one dog ain't enough and two is too low, it’s me Three Dog!" The radio howled, Three Dog the man on the radio, the man behind GNR or Galaxy news radio, he rambles on and on about fighting some kind of good fight, but honestly I just like the music. "All right, children. It's time for Three Dog to be honest with ya. Here it is, plain as day - I used to think we were all well and truly ****ed. The good ole U.S. of A... ahhh, she's a mess. I had pretty much written us all off. But that was before a certain kid from Vault 101... I've always given it to you straight, have I not? For good or ill, Galaxy News Radio has been the voice of truth on these airwaves. So believe me when I tell you that I was wrong. Dead wrong. That kid from Vault 101 is the Last, Best Hope of Humanity. We'll get through this, children. You just gotta believe. For now, listen close, as I share yet another of our friend's adventures." Another story about the lone wanderer, savior of the wastes, well I’m sick of it. I switched off the radio and walked towards the kitchen. The kitchen was pretty pathetic, a fridge and a hot plate, that was my kitchen and right next to my kitchen was a locker filled with all types of weapons, guns, blades, wooden bats, rocket launchers, grenades everything, in these hard times you gotta protect yourself.
The year is 2277, almost 200 years after the nuclear war with china devastated this world leaving us all living in a barren wasteland, some people were lucky enough to go into vaults before the war, well I say lucky, but after about 20 or 50 years the majority of these ‘vault dwellers’ Had been killed either by foolishly going into the wastes and getting killed by raiders, super mutants, all manner of things. The others were killed by people going inside their vaults and wiping them out, myself? I never lived in a vault, nor have I lived in a settlement, not since I was ten, my mother was a simple citizen of megaton and my father was a mercenary. I was always looked up to him; he kept our family alive, kept us eating food and being clothed and keeping the roof over our heads, I remember the day he died, I remember every last detail, what dress my mother was wearing, what she was cooking, how many flies lay on the wall, everything. Mother was cooking her famous radroach stew and I was fixing up some old bb gun I found. From a very young age I was into weapons, guns, knives, grenades, mini nukes, you name it I’ve tinkered around with it, I always wanted to be a mercenary like my father but after he died I lost all lust for it. The stew was boiling when there came a knock at the door, at first I thought it would be my father but then I thought “why would he knock?” My mother walked gingerly towards the door and opened it, the putrid smell of megaton spewed into the modest little hut we called home. Standing at the door was Lucas Simms the town sheriff, “Evening Janet.” He said with remorse on his face, my mother seemed to read his face as she began to cry, “I’m sorry Janet but he’s dead, him and a group of traders were ambushed by a group of raiders, I’m terribly sorry, I know this town can never repay your husband for the services he gave to this town but please take this as a token of our thanks.” Lucas passed my mother a rather large bag of caps. He tipped his hat and walked away, I remember that night rather well, for a number of reasons; that was the night I ran away and it was the first time I broke the law. That night when my mother had gone to bed I grabbed all as many cloths as I could and crammed them into a small bag, I grabbed the bb gun from underneath my bed and a couple of bobby pins, I left my room and showed no remorse. I sat down stairs for a little while thinking about what I was about to do, I weighed the positives against the negatives and in the end I just gave into temptation. I opened my mother safe with the bobby pin. Being ten and living in a small city with nothing to really do I practised pick locking, not for criminal purposes just for fun but this was the first time I’d actually used it to steal something. After about 15 minutes of playing around with the lock I heard the tumbles turn and the safe creaked open, inside was the big bag of caps, there must have been over 2000 caps in that bag! I snatched it and l placed it into my bag with the cloths. I left my house and entered the unknown world, I knew I wouldn’t last 10 seconds in the waists without some decent protection and weapons, I remembered Lucas Sims once talking about a large armoury somewhere in the city turns out it was only ten feet from my front door, I made my way towards the door and placed the bobby pin inside, I played around with it again, this one seemed a lot harder to crack then my mother’s safe but sure enough after 20 minutes and 4 broken bobby pins the door unlocked, I was about to open the door when I heard a voice behind me. “What do you think you’re doing eh? Little man?”
