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!
Nothing Else Matters, Part 2“So Courier, we meet again.”Nothing Else Matters, Part 2 by MissusMarler
That oily purr in her ear instantly froze the blood in the Courier’s veins and sent a shiver through her that Vulpes undoubtedly felt. Now the Courier was in two minds. She could continue to struggle against him, but she was certain that he would probably enjoy that. Instead, she remained still, although her muscles were tensed to let him know that she was not happy with this situation. This only elicited a low chuckle from him in her ear; his breath hot on her neck turned her stomach. Vulpes’ hand quickly snatched her gun from the holster on her hip and threw it into a corner. Now that she was disarmed, Vulpes’ grip on her tightened and pulled her closer to him.
Vulpes turned her head to look at him and he liked what he saw in her eyes. Oh yes, undoubtedly he saw fear there, and rightfully so, but just behind that he could see defiance. A smirk tugged at the corner of Vulpes
Fallout Journal Entry 17: 3/25/2284It has been a while since I have done an entry in my journal, but frankly I have forgotten about them. I am so glad that I modified my truck to run on Nuka Cola. Anyway, since my birthday, I have done a few scavenging runs throughout the Mid-West and I have found some really interesting pieces, and I figured out some really good combo's of weapons to use. The idea I had with the chainsaw actually worked. Pair that up with a double barrel, and you have a ferral stomping combo right there. I've also notices that I use a combo of Sniper and SMG, which help in most situations. I might be able to figure out some more combos of weapons out there theat could work, but it'll take some time.Fallout Journal Entry 17: 3/25/2284 by Survivor1243
I might post in May if I find any more weapon combos that can be effective.
Hearsay: A Fallout 3 Story2294.Hearsay: A Fallout 3 Story by Kenmdrt
Somewhere near what used to be Buffalo.
It was there I lived, me and my mom. Not far from the old Niagara Falls, its waters, murky as ever. She ran a pub of sorts. We mostly sold crappy Post-War beer, and for food, the hide of whatever mutant animal we could catch, as rare as that was. We mostly got by through trade with the passers-through: scavengers, drifters. I was just a kid of about seven. I didn’t have a care in this god-forsaken world. I just did what I was told. That night, all I was told was to help my mom and collect the dirty dishes out on the empty tables. Well, she said they were dirty, but without pure water, they were never exactly clean.
It was a pretty busy night. We had a few regular customers at their usual table, playing their usual game of cards after their usual meal of squirrel stew. There was some older man in the corner, leaning his chair against the wall; his hat tilted forward, covering his eyes. A couple of people at the bar, drinking heavily, a
Life and War in a wasteland.I have heard stories about the few embers of civilisation that persist still. They live behind heavily fortified walls, manned by men so big, our ancestors would call them giants, with weapons that shoot metal so fast they can kill you in one shot. They care nothing of outsiders. The only thing on their minds is their juicy stakes, their entertainment and their soft bed that waits for them at the end of the day. I don’t judge them. Given the chance, I would care for exactly the same thing. I wouldn’t even think of their existence, if they weren’t responsible for my situation right now.Life and War in a wasteland. by DDentonas
I was born and raised in a collective, sheltered in the ramshackled ruins of a residential building. My life as a child was not so bad. I was playing hide and seek in the ruined building with two other kids my age, or soccer with a ball of rags. An older kid was my tormentor for some years, he used to pull my ear and hear me scream until help arrived from the adults, but that didn
Welcome, Wastelander. 2/26/2015 - Currently: writing page 20.Welcome, Wastelander. by angelenesdreams
NOTE: I have decided to do away with journal-writing, so any important updates will be edited in here.
Wasteland Diaries follows the adventures of Michael Bigsley and his partner Mackenzie Grimmus across the Capital Wasteland. Roughly taking place about a year since the Lone Wanderer activated Project Purity, Bigs has since been banished from the Brotherhood of Steel and we find him struggling with life as a wastelander. No longer safe behind the Citadel's walls, the ex-scribe befriends Mack, a feisty damaged former-Regulator with alcohol addiction and a death-wish. The wasteland is caught in a bitter tug-of-war for control as the Enclave makes one last attempt to crush the Brotherhood and bring America back to its former glory...even if that means killing every mutant, ghoul, and irradiated man left.
Bigsley's tale begins with Broken Steel:
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