Fallout Southeast

War Never Changes

“War. War never changes.

The Romans waged war to gather slaves and wealth. Spain built an empire from its lust for gold and territory. Hitler shaped a battered Germany into an economic superpower.

But war never changes.

In the 21st century, war was still waged over the resources that could be acquired. Only this time, the spoils of war were also its weapons: Petroleum and Uranium. For these resources, China would invade Alaska, the US would annex Canada, and the European Commonwealth would dissolve into quarreling, bickering nation-states, bent on controlling the last remaining resources on Earth….

The end of the world occurred pretty much as we had predicted. Too many humans, not enough space or resources to go around. The details are trivial and pointless, the reasons, as always, purely human ones….

In 2077, the earth was nearly wiped clean of human life. A great cleansing, an atomic spark struck by human hands, quickly raged out of control. Spears of nuclear fire rained from the skies. Continents were swallowed in flames and fell beneath the boiling oceans. Humanity was almost extinguished, their spirits becoming part of the background radiation that blanketed the earth….

A few were able to reach the relative safety of the large underground Vaults. Your family was part of that group that entered Vault (One-Twenty-Two). Imprisoned safely behind the large Vault door, under a mountain of stone, (four) generation(s have) lived without knowledge of the outside world….

A quiet darkness fell across the planet, lasting many years….When the great darkness passed, these vaults opened, and their inhabitants emerged to begin their lives again.” -Fallout 1 & 2 Introductions

The Adventure Begins for the Third Time

Excerpt from the Journal of Diedryck Waylan:

If I only had a nickel for every time we started this journey… Well I would have fifteen cents.

The first time we left the vault it was exciting. After we returned from an almost deadly encounter with a bear… the second time was somewhat discouraging. After the rad roach… well you get the point. But we finally made it out on our own. Third time’s the charm.

Of course we could not have chosen a better place to seek refuge for the night. We thought it was a great idea to barricade ourselves in the remains of an old abandoned shell of a house. It is funny how we locked ourselves in with some giant spiders in the basement. Even after we took care of the spiders we couldn’t leave the house because there were crazy people outside running around at night.

However, we had to leave. Water and food were not in great supply. So three of us decide to check out the prospects around the general area. Do we find water? No… we find a suicidal ghoul pulled by zombies half way through a police car window and left to die. Or should I say undie. Evidently, the ghoul tells us that the horror films from the past were not all false. There are monsters in the night and they are not nice. Either way, we befriend this interesting fellow named Harman and help him out of his bind. In return he tells us of a place where there are some people. Normal people. Well as normal as we could expect for people living in a real life horror film.

And where there are normals there should be water and food. Of course we check it out. Unfortunately, the fence around what looked like the remains of a school was torn down and the front of the building was wide open. Upon further inspection we find the water source. Not extremely radioactive but not completely safe by our standards. If push comes to shove we might have to chance it. But we still have a moderate supply of safe water.

And guess what jumps out of a closet to try and eat Art and me. A zombified person. I guess that is a word. If not, it is now. Somehow we made it out alive. Art might say it was his excellent aim and my honed self-defense skills. But I say it was all luck. Lady Luck seems to have smiled on us. I just hope she doesn’t ignore us next time.

Currently, we are en route to a supposed power plant run by ghouls, information courtesy of our ghoul friend. So far our friend has told the truth. I want to hope things take a turn for the better, but there is just something about him that makes me not want to trust him completely. I mean come on. He is like some kind of monster, right. But he seems genuine. Can a monster have a heart too, even if it is not beating?

The power plant should not be too much farther. The zombies don’t run around during the day so we can be relatively safer out in the open during the day. We should be able to rest during the day and travel at night. That is the plan so far, but we have already encountered three wandering zombies that attacked us. Luckily, nobody was killed. Thank you Lady Luck. However, our doctor received a nasty bite. I think we should keep an eye on Tobias. Just in case something happens to him. Normally I would say that it is ridiculous for someone to turn into a zombie. But everything seems to be out of one of those horror movies I have heard about from before the War.

I wished more films had survived. Most of the films did not make it. At least in our Vault some of the more popular films that did not survive were turned into plays. They were written and directed by people who had seen the originals and thought that they needed to be preserved in some way. Then they were passed down and kept for the future. My favorite is Galaxy Wars. Of the three I have seen the first two. I just can’t believe that Dark Saber is the uncle of Duke Starfighter…

Unreliable Guide
We should have gone left.

From the mission log of Gai Sum:

“After leaving that cursed house, we foolishly followed this Ghoul on a wild goose chase into forest looking for magical lost ghoul paradise with fertile land. Needless to say, this not work out like he claim. Ghoul only knows where ghoul outpost is, and it is wildly irradiated. Good job team.

“Whole time we are being attacked relentlessly by roving hordes of cursed zombies, and then we run into cannibal slaver camp. If Ghoul isn’t trying to get us killed, he must really be on bad terms with shishen. Pick up two more stragglers who slavers were going to eat, seem like OK guys, but maybe too quick to violence. Also, inevitably stupid like Ghoul and other wasteland natives.

“Hope we get to school before dark, could be good defensive location if fences repaired. Also water. School that size must have at least broken water pump too, try to find it next time and maybe repair. Hopefully, we find radio soon so I can make report, have had to wait for far too long.”

Lucky and Unlucky

It seems our normal logger has left the party for the time being so it looks like it is up to me SOULCRUSHER to keep the log this time…

We started our journey from the slaver camp where both me and Bob the cleric were stil bloodied from the fight. Traveling at night in order to be at our best for when the zombies come out we managed to fight off a couple of waves. I myself split one in two with a mighty blow from my sword. Unfortunetly I slipped on the next swing and cut Diedryck in half. The rest of us managed to survive until daybreak. That damn Arty was useless though. You have a gun use it.

We rested for a while and then continued our travels to the broken down school. We came across Crazy Jakes’ Roadside Supply. He had some very nice wares unfortunetly they were out of my price range. I did sell off 10 gallons of gas and was able to get a pretty sweet combat helmet. We also met George who is quick on his feet. He decided to come with us to the school because well who wants to walk in the wastelands by themselves??

We made it to the school without any further losses. Inside it was pitch black and all we had was a pen light that Arty had. Inside we were attacked by zombies. After defeating all but one of the initial wave and Giant zombie appeared. Harman stepped up to the plate and did a ton of damage to it with his combat shotgun. I then took at turn at it with my sword and did some damage. Harman then got grabbed by it and got a big bite taken out of him. Eventually the big brute took Harman down. I didn’t have a choice then. I put all the force I could behind the next blow and staggered the huge monster. Somehow he kept fighting and the hit he gave me next staggered me. I could barely breath. A zombie however walked past me going towards Bob and I realized if it gets Bob then no one is going to be able to heal me. I used the last of my strength to take down the zombie and fell unconsious. Luckily in the next round the zombie boss finally collapsed from all the blows it had sustained. We were victorious but at what cost?? I have started to notice the beginnings of the zombie disease in Bob. I have no idea how to stop that or if it can be stopped, hopefully the god he prays to has more power than I.

We’ve barracicaded ourselves in the school for now hoping to get some well-deserved rest.

Our Feeble Efforts
(Days 8,9)

After our fight at the bandit’s camp Sum, Tobias, and myself split off from the others to return to the vault to check-in and warn them of the dangers present in this wasteland. We told Diedryck and Artie our true intent, but decided to veil our actions to the others as a separate foraging party. The plan was to meet at the abandoned school the next day. With this decision made I turned my attention to our new prisoner, surely he would be able to provide us with more information about the region. It appears though that my efforts to stabilize him had been a waste. After waiting an hour to see if he would regain consciouness a bird swooped down from the sky and grabbed the makeshift bandage I had made from his shirt! The wound was reinjured by the birds beak and he once again began to bleed out. I was unable to stop the bleeding a second time, and Tobias was off relieving himself while this happened, so he could not assist me. Gai Sum chose not to assist.

Speaking of Tobias, he seemed to be getting worse. I thought the vault medical staff would be able to help more, but during the night he attacked Sum and me. It seems that injury from the zombies that roam at night will result in you becoming a zombie yourself. No wonder there are so many of them out here. I managed to pin him down, still hoping that he might make a recovery under the care of expert vault doctors and our pristine vault-tec infirmary. But Sum panicked and without his assistance I could not secure him. I had no choice but to kill Tobias. As I reloaded my shotgun with my last 2 rounds I warned Sum that he had failed me twice that day because of panic, and if it happened again those last rounds would be for him. I never intend to shoot another friend, but hopefully that will have helped bring the danger of inaction up to the level of action so that he will assist me in further vital situations.

Upon reaching the vault’s cave, we found that a makeshift fort had been fashioned and was guarded by Gary. He denied us entry into the vault, but did facilitate our exchange of provisions as well as taking the information we had learned about the surrounding area. He also let us know that despite my warnings to the contrary they intended to keep this guard station in plain view, but also that it will have a radio transceiver providing 2-way communication to the vault if necessary on the 27.45mhz channel, or by way of our pipboy satellite communication systems.

Having exchanged supplies and information with vault, Sum and myself began our now solemn and lonely journey back to the school to meet the others.

Our Home Away From Home
(Days 10-13)

When Sum and I reached the school, we were met with even more grim news. Our spirited friend Diedryck had been slain. The barbaric ruffian Hollis “Soul Crusher” who we had saved from the bandits only two days before had cut him down during the heat of a zombie attack. He informed us so casually that I nearly shot him dead on the spot, but Artie and Harman made it clear that it was an accident and this brute was merely too stupid to relay his regret verbally. For his sake, I hope it was an accident because he was slain during an attack by bandits the next morning. If this world we live in isn’t yet hell, then I never want to know the place he is now. The bandit attack provided us with two working vehicles, a truck and a motorcycle. There is no doubt in my mind that tools like these will come to save our lives many times over.

Sum took a long look around the school and has determined that it could be quite the defensible outpost if we were to repair a few of it’s deficiencies. To that end we have repaired the fencing but he assessed a need for more mechnical and electrical parts to complete the repair of the defense turret and water purifier system. The bandit attack had left us too injured to go in search immediately, so we spent three days recouperating, then we travelled off in search of craftable supplies for Sum.

Everything In The Moving Picture Films Was Real!
(Days 14,15)

Growing up in the vault could get old. I could watch King Kong any day, a prehistoric beast terrorizing an above-ground metropolis, but not evil merely confused and misunderstood in that strange place. After even two times watching ridiculous men dressed as aliens wander from their trashcan space vessel though, you began to wonder if there even was a sky or stars. Maybe the vault was all there ever was.

Well, if I had believed in those movies then, I still don’t know if it would have made me ready for the past two days…

Yesterday night, as we were about to give up our wandering in search of parts for the school, we were attacked by giant, invisible spiders. And they were apparently from outer space! After barely surviving the brutal ambush we discovered a crashed alien saucer ship just as though the the movie makers had placed it there in front of us. It was pretty old and deteriorated, but we managed to find a weapon and some grenade-like objects that we later discovered were magazines of ammunition. We also found a spacesuit which I hope we can use it to improve one of the radiation suits.

Today, we spent half the day traveling and discovered a small tree-fortified settlement. The guard on station refused us entry. It seems that they have a working hydroponics facility though, and it sure would be handy to have that at our school. Perhaps they will let us examine it to create our own elsewhere. (Though I don’t think we should share that we will have pure water for our future crops to nourish in.) They seemed to be suffering mildly and referred to a savior-like giver that provided for all their needs. George Lumbarr, who I’ve forgotten to mention up to now but had begun travelling with us after a recent meeting with Crazy Jakes, suggested that we seek out this “Giver” and perhaps he’d give to us as well. I imagine I’ll write more about George at the right time later, but for the moment the only thing that interests me to share is our encounter with this fantastic “Giver”.

We had been travelling for almost the rest of the day when suddenly someone noticed a strange covering. It had probably been designed as camoflage, but in this region it did nothing to obscure it’s presence. On our approach we were attacked by a giant warmachine! We stood no chance next to it’s military capabilities, yet it was destroyed almost immediately when in desperation George Lumbarr fired the alien weapon at it. It’s hard to say what awed me more, the power of the robot that stood to kill us all in the name of defending a nation long dead or the power of the gun that silenced our relic foe. Truly, I felt totally overwhelmed. But just as I had thought that no more strange events were possible in my life (well, certainly my week) we discovered that an ancient Mammoth was tied down beneath the camoflage netting! It identified itself as the “Giver” and explained however unlikely that it had been created by a science facility to the south and during its creation was embued with an astonishing intelligence that left me appearing quite stupid at its side. It’s hard to believe that a world capable of such wonders could have been so easily destroyed by simple greed and envy. The creature was not gifted with manners, but did provide us with many spare parts that it had amassed into its matted fur so I suppose that its crudeness may be forgiven. I had hoped to recover some of the military components of the robot for use in defending the school, but upon its defeat it annihilated itself in a small radioactive explosion.

Tonight we are returning to the log fortress, hopefully they will be so greatful about our success they will allow us to prepare blueprints of their hydroponics system.

No getting laid just pummeled by super mutants

Today there was no getting laid…

We came back to the school compound with our hoard of parts. This guy gai sum from the vault tried to use the parts we had to fix the water purifier. Unfortunelty he failed. I’m not sure if it was his lack of skill or the parts we had were just not of enough quality. A couple of days ago Artie a member of the party had a transmission come through from a outpost in the distance. We decided to venture there in our combat truck to see if they might have some extra electrical parts and maybe some other supplies. George took the wheel while I Hornig took the co-driver seat. George had mad skills behind the wheel of “The Scrounger”. We had a map that had two gas stations on it which were on the way to the outpost. As we were driving down the road we came under attack by knights. With no skill with a gun I was almost useless. I tried jumping off the truck and hitting them as they drove by but I was mostly ineffective. In all the fighting Bob and I were knocked out. We managed to beat them back and was able to scavenge one of their motorcycles. We made it to the gas station pretty ragged. We spent some time repairing the scrounger and resting. We decided to head for the second gas station. On our way we came under attack again. It seems like our party has a laser tageting system on it triggering all the surrounding bad guys to attack us. Anyways this vehicle with 25mm cannon attacked us. It pretty much demolished scrounger in a minute or two. Bob and myself were left all alone on the scrounger when could explode at any moment. I had no choice but to ride the motorcycle with the unconsious bob on it to safety. Inside the vehicle that attacked us came two super mutants to finish us off. What they didn’t see coming was george and his alien weapon. About 30 seconds later they were both on the ground dead. I’ve got to say I’m glad George is on my side. Right now I’m writing from the second gas station. Tomorrow we will be headed for the outpost. I didn’t get laid today, but I’m glad to be alive. Maybe there will be some hot chicas at the outpost we are headed to.

Hornig Signing off.

My Brain Doesn't Taste That Good Mr. Zombie I Promise

We reached G-ville at night and came across a barrier set up by some of the locals. They wouldn’t let us pass in our vehicle, but knew where the senders of the radio signal were. They were the gar and the enemies of these people. The gar aren’t the Aryan group that enslaved me but from what I’ve heard they are no better. We decided to let the honest looking locals to guard our truck while we went and kicked some gar ass. On our way to fight the gar we got attacked by zombies. I showed off my green belt skills and killed two in one attack. The rest of the party was amazed. We took down the first group of zombies no problem. Artie however noticed that for once these zombies actually used TACTICS! We then got attacked by one of the trustworthy locals and two zombies. I criticalled the local in his face to teach him for being fake trustworthy. Artie got bit in the process and then seemed to be ignored for the rest of the battles. After this second battle we decided to press forward and reach the hospital where the gar were. We then got attacked by 4 of the trustworthy locals and two of them wound up picking on little ol’ me. George resorted to desperate measures and pulled out his alien gun. I was on the ropes but thanks to a stranger coming in to help we were able to defeat these locals as well. The locals had the same characteristics as zombies as being imune to most damage except that done to their head, but they weren’t mindless like zombies and were far more powerful. After this battle we decided to return with the stranger, Bob-Navarro, to his place for some much needed rest and to come up with a new game plan. We got attacked once more but we proved to be too strong for the locals and successfully made it to Bob-Navarro’s house to rest.

Hornig Out

If only the hot vampire chicks weren't vampires

Dear Diary,

Last night I almost got laid by some super hot vampire chicks. I would have gone for it but, well I didn’t want to drink blood for substanance for the rest of my life. On a bit of brighter news I have killed 3 aryan race group members with my own two hands. George has tied me though he killed 3 with one shot. I wish there was an alien blaster for my fists of justice!


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