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!
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
Armageddon It OnI was going one way, he was going the other.Armageddon It On by laurotica
"The west has fallen," he said. Behind him was nothing but flat land coated with dust, ash and cremains.
"The east is gone," I added. I'd come from a sunken warship of a seaboard, where the land was soggy and everything smelled like whatever gases were escaping from bloated corpses.
Where was there left to go?
"Someone told me that the north is nothing but ice and frozen bodies," he told me.
"The south is rife with disease," I said.
We were sitting on a bench, just a bench in a simple town. It wasn't a special place, and before the shitstorm, it probably still wasn't special to anyone but the people who lived there. They were all dead now, rotting against the window panes and flattened on the streets. I'd accidentally ran over one on my way in, and the head had popped off like the cap on a full tube of toothpaste.
He smelled like dust, like the west. He had a fine layer of sand on his boots still.
Welcome, Wastelander. 2/26/2015 - Currently: at rest.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: Fallen
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