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Rain.

It had been raining for four days straight. Mud slicked the ground as water hammered the dusty earth. The rider, riding a great mutant boar (it was but a pig, but had since mutated into a great bloated boar with great tusks and armored plating), was a great man. His hair flowed out long in it's dark color. He had a light beard. Muscles bulged beneath his animal furs and mutant skins he had worn as clothes. At his side hang Evilslayer, his sword. Evilslayer had been gained from a battle against a horde of mutants in a mall across the river several days before in a town once known as Enfield.

Now, the rider rode into the now-damned town of Suffield.

He was Arc, the post-apocalyptic barbarian warrior wandering these wastelands.

He spat down into the muck below his steed's hooves as they carried on.

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The boar took Arc through the destroyed town. Blown buildings were everywhere. Barley anything stood. He spotted an armored vehicle outside of a hardware store, but decided against to stop, as it would only lead to wasted time. Besides, those could already be dead. The steed he rode upon trotted down the torn-up road. He spotted what looked like a rat, but bigger, with more legs and bigger teeth. Lunch, he thought. Arc dismounted, drawing his bow and some arrows from a quiver on his steed. He turned, seeing the creature scramble into an area named "CVS plaza."

He cracked his neck. "Bugga..." He chased after it, kneeling every once in awhile to check if it heard him. He spotted it as it scurried away into a overgrown area of trees. Arc cursed and the chase began once more. His booted feet charged across the rubble-torn earth. He almost tripped over a root. He saw his lunch chewing upon the remains of a dead thing. "Got ya..." He pulled back the arrow after notching it, and aimed...

Then another arrow hit the thing in the head. Arc lifted an eyebrow, and felt something hit him in the back of the back.

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Arc awoke, feeling sweat. The room was very dark. "Welcome to the Academy clan..." He heard a voice say. He turned to see a tall man dressed in robes. He also noticed he was in a small room, on a bed. "Where am I, sir?"

"You are in Suffield Academy, in one of our dorm rooms."

"You are scholars?"

"Some of us, yes... We are attempting to rebuild our town using the knowledge from our libraries. And, unfortunately, one of our guards saw you as a trespasser, and knocked you out-cold in order to bring you here..."

"Where is my food and steed?"

"Both are safe in one of our facilities... The steed is, to be exact... You wont be needed to eat that mutated rat now. You need beer and maybe a healthy dinner? We have some leftover chicken and pizza that we had stolen from the raiders over at the local pizzaria..."

"There are more people in this town?"

"Yes. Some Russian mercenaries took over the local High School, there are also Japanese mercenaries and some renegades and highwaymen all throughout the place, and... feral gouls, lots... But now, come, we must eat."

Arc nodded, picking up his things, and followed the robed man, and three men clad in football gear, carrying axes, hammers and hunting rifles outside. They wandered over to a large building. The land here was quite bleak, and had only faced the least of one of the nuclear blasts. He saw people tending a crop field in what once used to be a large football field and track. Tents and lean-twos covered the rest of the fields, a small village. He spat, making the robed man cringe a bit. They reached the long steps up into a large building. Arc noticed watchtowers holding men in each surrounding the Academy. "This place is a fortress, is it not?"

"Now it is, yes..." They walked into a large cafeteria. Rows of tables, mostly empty save for beggars and hobos eating cold sandwiches and leftovers. Arc intimidated them a lot, as most turned away. They never said anything. He was given a unidentifiable can of beer and a plate of pizza and chicken. He dug in, having not taste food so good in a very long time.

"We need you to.." The robed man began, looking at Arc. Arc eyed up, and stopped eating to listen. "We need for you to go over to the local supermarket and cleanse them of raiders and other... uncleanliness... I will give you some of my men if necessary..."

"That is alright, I can go alone... I will leave in the morning. It has been a long time since I have last been in such hospitable of a place."

The man nodded in reply, smiling. "Thank you, sir, thank you!"

"My name is Arc by the way..."

"Yes Arc! Yes! We will give you anything you want if we can provide it! Do stay at our local inn!!" He smiled, and continued eating.

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The local inn was out in the field of tents and lean-twos. It was several old large carrying colored creates you see on those cargo ships, all stacked atop each other and welded together with cloth and metal, ladders, stairs, ropes. Tents also were built into it, and there were sections actually inside small cabins. Fires glowed within the crates. Arc was thankfully given a cabin. There was a fire in it, a can of beans, and a milk jug of water. After a small meal, he crawled into his bed, an inflatable mattress with loose cloth and a normal pillow. He would leave at 7:00 AM tomorrow morning. He set his watch, ready, and fell into a deep slumber...

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To be continued... (I'm working on another fanfic right now. Enjoy!)

Nice.

Almost beat Grognak the Barbarian. . .

Almost.

Of course. Who could beat Grognak?? XD

This was originally based in my friend's RPG world, which is also post-apocalyptic. But, after getting FO3, and seeing that one comic book I was like "Hot damn." And then it all unraveled from there. XD

Excellent! I see no reason why D&D, WHFRP, Jonny Quest, Godzilla, Ultraman, and Mad Max can't fit in, too! Great job.

Mad Max and warhammer ftw lawl

I really dig it so far, especially because I'm a huge fan of Conan the Barbarian and Fallout. If you ever do an rpg of the story, PM me. Keep up the good work.

We do, but unfortunately, Arc passed away due to attempting to rip the antlers from an enraged mutated moose.

The inspiration for Arc: I was really really bored one day staying home while sick, and so I had just watched Conan the destroyer, and thus, I made Arc. lol.

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The barbarian of a man made his way from the front gates of the fortress. He had at his side, evilslayer. On his shoulders, for pauldrons, he used car tires, as they would protect him well. Draqed over him were the furs of many dead creatures. sewn into a cloak. On his face, he wore goggles to protect him from the wasteland's dust storms. In his hands, he wore gauntlets made from torn-up tin Nuka-Cola cans. His legs were covered by an old large pair of very torn-up blue jeans, held together with rope at the waist, which he used as a belt.

Arc made his way on foot, walking down the dusty street. He passed the library. It's windows had been blasted out long ago. Books were spilled out onto the rubble-strewn areas surrounding it. There were other buildings, too. He continued down into the plaza, spotting the supermarket. Overturned and destroyed vehicles were everywhere in the parkinglot, most stacked atop each other to make a walled barricade.

A raider had spotted him, opening fire with his assault rifle. Bullets hit the area around Arc's feet, and the man his behind a standing wall. He drew his bow, and notched an arrow. His KOMBAT-ARROZ, as he called them, were arrows with a long, barbed tip, a lighted fuse, and several grenades duct-taped onto the shaft. He aimed, and fired. The arrow blasted through the air, hitting the raider in the leg. The lightly-armored man let out a scream, dropping his rifle, and staring at the contraption lodged in his leg. He began crawling to the door. Two others ran out.

"Get 'im to the doc!" one yelled, both picking him up by an arm and dragging him in.

"Too late..." Arc whispered. The grenades went off, and he watched as fire and smoke belched from the inside of the building. He drew his sword, charging in. The smoke had cleared. a wall that held food had collapsed. Bodies were everywhere. "That's a lot of damage..." Said Arc, twirling the blade in-hand. Instantly two more raiders came from behind the other aisles, blasting away with laser rifles. The red bolts flashed past the large muscled figure. Arc ducked, then slid down, dismembering a leg from one, gore spilling over the racks of ancient food. The other fired point-blank, scorching Arc's arm badly. The barbarian scrunched his face, punching the man in the face, breaking several of his teeth and making him drop his weapon to the floor. Arc shadowed over him, picking him up.

"Where's your leader?"

"What??"

"Your leader, nave."

"Who are you??"

"Somebody who doesn't like useless people."

"Okay okay!" He dropped the man, who fell to his knees, gasping for breath. "Just gimme a sec..." He said, coughing up blood and teeth.

"I'm waiting, whelp."

"Alright, look, my leader, Charge, he's here. In the back. J-just kill the f***er and lemme live, aight pal?"

"Sorry, I cannot do that."

"WHA-"

With a single swipe, the man's head rolled from his shoulders. Arc slammed past the broken doors into the back. At the desk was a man in raider spiked armor. He has a deep scar crossing his face.

"Name's Charge. You the bastage who kill all my men?"

"Aye."

"Look, I'll pay ya money... I got lots more men... AND WOMAN! If ya go back and butcher those bastages at the academ-"

"No."

"Are you gay th-"

"No."

"Well what do you want?"

"To cleanse evil from this LAND!" He stabbed the man through the heart, pulled back, and beheaded him.

*****

The academy was full of cheer that night. At least half of the city was drunk. The people who had been harassing them for so long was dead, or at least, a member of their faction was.

Arc slept long that night after much drink. He was disturbed by a scholar, and led through to the town hall, of which the robed man resided.

"Thank you Arc. You are to stay with us for some time. We need protection. With Charge dead, the raiders will return eventually, and come en-masse to take what we have. Scavengers are already returning from the supermarket with many goods, and the city of Academy has been expanded to that plaza. We have men all around it. Thanks to YOU!"

"I will stay for some time. We need to take these raiders out. Any idea where they come from?"

"None, as of now, I am afraid."

The rest of the night was used up discussing diplomacy and war.

(STAY TUNED FOR MORE!)

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Raiders and super mutants.

The areas around the city of Reclaimed Suffield were swarming with them. Pockets of raiders in their large camps out into what used to be heavily forested areas. The super mutants took shelter in the ruins of one of the schools within the town. Arc was now leaving this place behind, but he had promised the robed man that he would take out at least one area of super mutants, and free any townspeople he could.

The barbarian wandered down the roads, walking past ruins of buildings long-dead. He passed several skeletons and other horrifying things. He found the corpse of a bramin. One of the heads was ripped off, and it seemed as though it's innards had been extracted. He kneeled down, sniffing the corpse. There were also burn marks all over it. He ripped a chunk of burnt meat from the body and chewed it.

Not too far away... he thought to himself. The man got up, drawing his bow and arrows, running down a torn-up sidewalk into the woodland.

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The super mutants wandered down the road, they brought with them captives, five men and women, all bound in rusty chains. There were ten mutants. One of them was eating a leg of the dead bramin.

"Tha horsie wuz no... no match for me."

"Idiot... tha' wuzza a hawse... tha' wuzzzzaaa... moo moo!"

"Moo moo!" The mutants exchanged laughs, spittle and saliva flying from their large open maws. The one who was feeding had pieces of almost-raw meat flying from his fanged mouth.

"Where we'z goin'?"

"Da boss wantz us to... go... take dem humanz back to... base?"

"Yus, tha' soundz familiar."

More laughing. The laughing was cut short when a long, black arrow protruded from the neck of the feeding mutant. "WHAT WUZ THA'!??!"

All the mutants formed a circle around their captives, who were now huddling together, one or two crying. The mutants were bellowing and barking incomprehensible orders to one another. They loaded their large weapons. Their attacker was nowhere to be seen.

Arc was on his ripped stomach, his bare skin camouflaged by the white dust and sand. His goggles protected him. He was right next to them, but they didn't see. They were morons, the super mutants. Their brains were so deformed he was surprised they could even pull the trigger of a weapon. The barbarian warrior pulled back the string on his bow, curving the weapon. He let it go. The arrow flew upwards, hitting another in the jaw. Now they were pissed, and panicking. One was firing all around, his gun's muzzle blazing. Another took a pistol and shot the mad mutant in the face.

"DIE, MUTIE SCUM!!" Arc leaped up from the dust and sands, his sword held in both hands. The left leg of the nearest mutant was already chopped clean off, the mutant falling to the ground, bleeding out. Arc parried a blow from the butt of another's gun, punching him back, then used this time to behead the downed beast. He turned around, cutting another's gun in half, then stabbing it through the neck. Another charged him, he cut it's hand off, it's weapon on the ground and useless, be used the blood-gushing stump to whomp Arc with. Arc laughed at the thing's great stupidity, and stabbed right up the stump, sending it down with a inhuman deep growl.

Arc didn't see the one behind him, which hit him in the side of the face with a rock. Arc roared in pain, stumbling back. His vision was fading in and out of focus, he ripped off the broken goggles, throwing them aside. He held his blade and body in a defensive stance. He was cornered now. He twirling the blade. The mutants opened fire. Bullets hit him, and he surged with pain. He picked up a rock and chucked it at the mutant master, sending him down. Arc jumped, pouncing on the faster and stabbing him through the eye and sending the sword through his head.

The others began panicking. This man was not dying. Arc threw his sword, hitting another in the heart and sending it down, without even a groan. Arc picked up the mutant master's gun, an assault rifle. He opened fire, taking cover behind one of the cars, blind-firing over the hood. He took down at least two more. Once he ran out of ammo, he charged, letting out an inhuman war-cry. He bound across several bashed-up cars, heavily denting their hoods with his heavy boots. He smashed the butt of his rifle into another's face, drew his sword from the dead one's heart, and slit another's throat.

Now, the battle was won. This man stood in tatters and blood, his long flowing black hair was the color of sand and dust, as was his body, with blood trailing down all over his body. One of his eyes was also swollen from the rock. The man turned to the captives, cutting them out of their bindings.

"Go now, back to the city. I will take care of the mutant base." And so the civilians left, running off, some still crying. Arc turned, to a large building not far off. Smokestacks rose from it, from campfires. That was his obvious target. The sun was setting. He would attack during the dark of night.

(Stay tuned for more!)