WELCOME TO POST-APOCALYPTIC-ERA!
The rules have been slightly rehashed since coming under new management. Originally, this was a group strictly for Fallout fandom. However, since the Founders and Co-Founders have deserted it (the original Founder deactivated their account without naming a successor) it seems that the group has become a haven for all things post-apocalyptic. So we've decided to leave it as such, since there are already several other groups that are strictly Fallout.
So the rules are as follows:
>Become a Member and you are welcome to your submit work.
>Please submit your work to the proper folder.
>If your work has nothing to do with the apocalypse it will be removed.
>The Featured folder is no longer an option for submission. We will select qualitative works to represent the group as they strike us. If you have a suggestion, do let us know.
Any questions, please don't hesitate to send us a note!
This Bridge Falls TonightI can hear Jerelyn stomping up the front porch before I see her, and I know it's her because she's the only one in town who still wears any shoes with a heel. She claims that she likes to keep some normalcy to her life, though I can't remember the last time I saw someone without bare feet at the brothel.This Bridge Falls Tonight by laurotica
"I know you're in there, Keeghan!" she shouts, pounding her fist on my front door. Thank god I've got the blinds drawn, or she'd be trying to break the window open. "I can smell your cigar burning from out here!"
I instinctively tap some excess ash into the glass tray nearby before deeply inhaling the smoke. "I'm not letting you in again, Jer. Last time I did, you tied me up and trashed my house."
"I'll do that and more if you don't let me in, you asshole."
I groan and drag myself off of the couch. She'll stay out there all day if she has to, I already know that much. I check through the peephole to see her lo
the world was built for two."Can I light you up?"the world was built for two. by laurotica
He catches me when I'm pulling my last cigarette of the night out from my clutch. I don't reply at first. I simply place the sin stick between my lips, give him a nod, and he flicks a similar make from somewhere inside his suit jacket. The first drag I take is a good one. It's a habit that's grown on me since I came to this city.
"Thank you," I breathe, exhaling smoke.
"Happy to help," he replies with a smirk. "The service here is terrible."
I snort a quick laugh and lift my eyes to the remains of the bartender. He's still standing after all of this time, though it won't be long until his femur finally gives in and he's reduced to another pile of bones on the floor. It's funny to think he died that way, but almost everyone left the world in the position they lived every day.
"What's a girl gotta do to get a vodka cran?" I giggle.
"This place has seen better days, believe me. Ba
Fallout: Emilee Info 2Fallout: Emilee Info 2 by royal-tarts
I have decided that I will change a few things about Emilee, some minor tune ups
Emilee is still raised by Marcus at Jacobstown. Okay, there was some challenge here, however, Marcus knows that Super Mutants don’t’ like humans, so he kept Emilee locked up inside one of the bungalow’s (preferably the one where you find all the playing cards) and wouldn’t let her come out until night time. In which it makes her want to only travel at night and caused some insomnia; though sleeping is her favorite thing to do.
Emilee is a companion OC.
She acts more vicious and stubborn, hot-headed but still bubbly and clusmy at times! She is still optimistic about the outlook on life.
Marcus sent her away with merchants when she was seven, that means she was at Jacobstown for three years. He had to send her away because he didn’t know what to do with her; what would happen when she started to go through pube
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