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Rules: Quick Recap
1) Be realistic to the Fallout Universe
2) Gun ammo at Point lookout will be hard to find
3) No uberness
4) no one sentence posts
5) No one can be the Hero of the wastes.
6) If for some reason you want your character to get laid don't go into detail lol
7) All weapons allowed listed below but you must keep it under 10 points (see below)
8) I dont need to approve your character, just join and start Rp'ing, although if you break a rule I reserve the right to kill you off.
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10 point weapon rule: You may haul up to 10 point worth of weapons.
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-Unarmed
Brass Knucks = 1 point
Spiked knucks = 1 point
Deathclaw hand = 2 points

-Melee
Pool Cue = 1 point
Police Baton = 2 points
Knife = 1 point
Switch Blade = 1 point
Tire Iron = 2 points
Combat Knife = 2 points
Nail board = 3 points
Baseball Bat = 3 points
Lead Pipe = 2 points
Chinese Officers Sword = 4 points
Sledgehammer = 5 points
Super Sledge = 6 points
Ripper = 3 points
Shishkebab = 4 points
Auto Axe = 7 points
Shovel = 4 points
Axe = 3 points
Shock Baton = 4 points

-Small Guns
Chinese Pistol = 2 points
Dart Gun = 1 point
.32 Pistol = 3 points
Silenced 10mm Pistol = 2 points
10mm Pistol = 2 points
Scoped 44 Magnum = 4 points
10mm SMG = 5 points
Assault Rifle = 5 points
Chinese Assault Rifle = 5 points
BB Gun = 1 point
Hunting Rifle = 4 points
Railway Rifle = 8 points
Sniper Rifle = 5 points
Sawed-Off Shotgun = 5 points
Combat Shotgun = 6 points
Infiltrator = 5 points
Lever-Action Rifle = 2 points
Double-Barrel Shotgun = 4 points

-Energy Weapons
Laser Pistol = 3 points
Plasma Pistol = 4 points
Laser Rifle = 6 points
Plasma Rifle = 6 points
Tri-Beam Laser Rifle = 7 points
Tesla Cannon = 9 points

-Big Guns
Minigun = 9 points
Gatling Laser = 9 points
Flamer = 9 points
Heavy Incinerator = 9 points
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Story
-These events take place after the Hero of the wastes has completed the Point Look out Quests-

Point Look Out is a hellhole even by the standards of the Capital wastes, it's a cold damp land full of inbred Swamp folks, Mercs, and a Insane Church pray for the return of there fallen god. There still exists a small town along the beach, and a huge Church atop the isles tallest point. A old Holding Camp for Chinese Americans is along the north of the isle, but other than that it's all Swamp.

This Island is old and full of secrets, dark secrets that have been here even before the fallout and death of the old world. One such place is Blackhall manor, what appears to be a run down mansion has a secret buried underneath it. The old man who owned the house has been killed, some say by the Hero of the wastes, other say Swamp Folk got him. Regardless of how he died word has come out the manor is un occupied and it's treasure is there for the taking, every merc and Rogue from the wastes to the Pitt will be looking to run off and make a fortune.

What lays beneath the old manor, a homestead even the Local Swamp Folk stray from, catch the next boat and find out.
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Character Sheets
Name:
Born: (wastes, The Pitt, Point Lookout, Vault, of American wastes.)
Special perk (max of 2)
Weapons (using he 10 point rule)
Inventory (you get 20 Stimpaks, otherwise whatever you wish, Drugs allowed.)

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EVENTS
Events will unravel throughout the RP, they will range from huge events you can't ignore and side quests type events that'll be up to you.
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NEW Rules
-You can find new weapons on the island, you can also use anything you could in real life (Rocks Tree Limbs anything)
-Keep the OOC to a minimum in this thread.
-To any new characters who might join before Chapter 3 (cut off) If the sign up thread gets lock post Character sheet here.
-Have Fun.
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CHAPTER ONE, Day 1- The Dutchess Gambit
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You find yourself aboard the Dutchess Gambit, the ship that will carry you to Point Lookout. Whatever brings you to this place is your own concern. It'll take all night to make it to Point Lookout, pass the time, reflect on your past or get to know your traveling companions. Maybe check out the Read Head captaining the Boat.

Kyle sat down on the boat, looking at the others through his T-45d Power Helmet. He didn't trust them, any of them. He had his plasma rifle on his lap, and his chinese officer sword at his side. In his years, he learned not to trust people. As a crime lord back in Vault 34, he was respected and feared, out here he was just some scum, at least in Point Lookout. In the Pitt he was a high-ranking officer in Ashur's Army. In the Wasteland he was one of the wealthiest crime lords out there, but here in Point Lookout he was a nobody.

Kyle pulled out a holotape and listened to it, it was the Lone Wanderer's Stories of this sunken nightmare. "Beware the swamp folk, as weak as they look, they are quite powerful, and watch out for feral ghoul reavers, they are slightly larger and throw radioactive goo."

Kyle sighed under his helmet, he hated being on this miserable boat, it smelled like urine, fecal matter, and for some odd reason, blood. He got up and looked around. There he stood, the Dave, they were both in Vault 34. Too bad he got lost in the middle of the night, oh wait, I dragged him away from camp and left him to die, just like all the others, after I returned I basically saved those punks at Vault 34, but the Overseer denied me my home, so I broke the chip, killed him, and Dave's kid, as he was a witness... As much as I hate to hurt kids it had to be done.

Kyle pulled out the wasteland survival guide the Lone Wanderer helped write and started to read it. Best to use his own tricks against him, and besides Three-Dog says this guide is the thing that can keep you from life and death, lets see if he remembers much. Kyle pulled out his specially made, portable personal computer and typed in the journal of operations document, "Get rid of Dave, preferably not kill him though, just make sure he doesn't leave this place." He saved the document, shut off the computer and put it back into its special case, and then finally put it back in his pack.

Dave Dales eyed Kyle Smith from the corner of the boat. He wanted nothing more then to end his life, however Dave, despite his madness knew what he could gain from this expidition to the manor. He would hold his anger..for now.

He looked around the boat and saw many strange faces. He walked slowly with his head down to avoid being seen by Kyle. He would wait for the perfect chance to reveal himself and get a confession from Kyle about Dave's son and then end his life...painfully.

Tears strained to be released from his eyes as he thought of his son and his wife. He wanted to cry but he knew it would solve nothing. He had often pondered his own mindset, was he insane? What would he do after Kyle's death, what we he live for if not for revange?

He pushed these thoughts to the back of his mind and starred out onto the river, waiting.

OOC: NPC allowed, kill befriend ect.
Also this RP is event structured, to give everyone enough time to RP each real time day = a RP Day.
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Sheriff Fuyuki looked around the boat as more and more passengers made way onto it. He had barley heard of Point Lookout yet there seemed to be alot of people wanting to get there. He however did notice a prewar brochure along the floor, allot of them actually. He had guessed someone found these on the island, took the trouble to bring them aboard them realized they couldn't sell them so dumped them aboard. some good it did him though as the ink was faded and what could be read didn't offer to much info. Not to mention for all his killing skills he was no scholar. He could read for the most part thanks to his parents but he wasn't the type to show patience sounding out a unknown word. At any rate it did have some pictures that weren't scorched where of a the prewar era, so if anything withstood the fallout chances are it looked very different nowadays.

Giving up on the worthless paper he leaned up against the rail watching people packing the supplies aboard, he noticed right away someone sitting on a bench clad in power armor. Fuyuki thought to himself, damn is point lookout that harsh to warrant Power Armor. At any rate it'll be sometime before he made it to Point Lookout to find out, so he removed his sheriff's hat, and with his Shotgun strapped to his shoulder made way to the upper level of the boat. He bypassed some fool old Couple talking endlessly about wild fruit, Punga or something, Fuyuki could care less. He wasn't found of anything grown outside, no matter though as his thoughts soon turned to the task at hand.

Those children had a good three day start on him, who knows where they could be. Having horrid thoughts of cannibal hill billies like those bastards in Adale minus the charm he got a shiver down his spine. His thoughts then turned to dead parents, and what made that women want to be a raiders gang sl*t over the hopeless sap who got a bullet for caring. One thing being a lawman will do is cause you to hate people, Fuyuki had obtained a warped sense of protection. He hated and was disgusted by the very people he protected, but even someone cold to humanity as himself couldn't leave two children to a horrible fate that may lay in Point Lookout.

Fuyuki was slung back into reality though as the female Captain gave out yell for Cast off.

Dave looked out into the river watching the waves. His thoughts still fixed on Kyle Smith, his wife, his son, his lost life. "Kyle thinks that power armor and Fancy rifle will protect him, just wait. He may be older but he is still that snivling,weak boy in vault 34. He also so a asian cowboy, odd. He then pulled out his old picture oh him and his son he had sence he left vault 34, he had kept it on him at all times. Despite he being dead, he would never forget him, he would never forgive Kyle, he would never rest without vengance.

No!" said Dave to himself. " I cannot let this anger get the best of me, I must control it if I want to live out here." thoughts raced throughout his mind making clear thoughts impossible. He shook his head and continued looking out in the river, this time he could see some distance formations.

OOC: lol he's only half Asian
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IC
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Fuyuki looked out into the water as the boat powered along, his first thought was "I bet theres way to many Mirelurks down there"
After having enough of the scenery he walked to a empty Bench took out his combat knife and began sharpening the edge. As he did this people looked over keeping a eye on him, just then the old man from before sat next to him and began rambling about harvesting the Fruit in Point Lookout.
"Why son there's a million uses for it, you can eat it raw, mash it up, fry it up, boil it, theres just no limit."
For a instant he though of clubbing the old man and tossing him overboard but he shuck that thought off quickly. Then the old man started asking questions.

" So your a sheriff huh? Do they still hold elections? I knew a Sheriff once he was a real son of a [censored], went near Adale never saw him again."
Fuyuki began rubbing his own brow in frustration, before groaning out.

"Look in the wastes if you want to be a Sheriff Bad enough then you can, and if you don't mind I think I'll catch some sleep."

Benson stared out into the murky mist as he hummed.''I don't want to set the world on fire''he whispered to himself.
Looking at the other passengers he spots an old man talking to a regulater.''I wonder if he knows Lucas'' Benson thought as he remebered the days back at Megaton. He then looked back at seeing a man in full power armor. Feeling weariy he stood up and streched a bit as his stomached grumble.

He took off his old torn back pack which holstered his weapons and opened it reaviling a box of cram.
Taking it he took out the ancient meat and crammed it into his mouth. seeing no trash bin he slid the box back in the pack.
Feeling bored he decided to make conversation.

Walking over he sits near the man in power armor. Looking away at the water all around them he asks the man'' so you look prepared. Have youever been thier before?''. Noticing the energy weapon in the man's lap he scoots away on the bench.

He then takes off his small and rusty helmet he had been wearing for most of the trip. Brushing his dirty blonde hair thinks of something else to ask.

Patting his helmet he looks back up waiting for a reply with a grin on his clean straight face.

OOC:sorry I didn't put what he looks like. hear
hair: brownish blonde
eyes: blue
features: a very sturdy middle age man thats a little stubby.
Height:5,11'

Chapter 1
Day 2: Midnight

The day has faded, night has fallen. It's currently mid-night, in the morrow you will land in Point Lookout. Tomorrow the Journey will begin, what will you do, where will you go once you land at Pilgrims Landing.

OOC: I'll be asleep till like 2 PM lol so have fun on the island, I'll also unleash a Event you may or may not care to check out. For infoon Swamp Folk look here. http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Scrapper
Chapter 1
Day 2: DAWN
Twilight is among us, the sky is a hazing blue, fog rolls up out of the sea as Point Lookouts lighthouse shines bright thanks to the Lone Wanderers last visit. The sun creeps slowly up and the island itself comes into view the Captain gives out a blast from her horn waking almost everyone up. You are now in Point Lookout, prepare for your adventure to begin.
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EVENT
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A Group of Mercs numbering 6 total have taken over ownership of the Homestead Motel, there charging a toll to exit the town via the Road, they wont be a problem and will be easy to bypass unless of course you want to take the safest route to The Ark & Dove Cathedral. Otherwise you will have to travel over the fields or through the swamp, the Fields have a small band of Swamp Folk where as the Swamp may house a unknown number of Swamp Folk aswell as Ghouls. If you choose the Fields beware of Beachview Campsite as a local clan of Swamp Folk are celebrating a new batch of Moonshine.

Jansen woke up in his cabin on the riverboat, glad to have the luxury of a cot to sleep on. Most of the trip he had remained silent, though he had allways kept his double barreled shotgun levele at the man in power armor. He thinks hes so hard to kill in that metal suit. Two shells of buckshot rips straight through the helmets visor, leraving you bling, with pellets of lead and glass stuck into your face. the man thought to himself. Everything had a weakness of some sort, and Jansen knew how to exploit them. Within his lean, dusky-skinned body was the primal fury that only one of the Blackfoot Tribe could know. He was the hunter.

Rousing himself from his cot, Jansen the set to work gearing up for the trip ahead. First, he pulled on a pair of faded denim cargo pants, strapping a belt around his waist, and slung a bandolier of shotgun shells over his shoulder. O the bandolier were twenty-eight shells, fourteen loads fot his double barrel, tweny eight dead foes. Just for reassurence, the man removed the pristine-condition double-barreled shotgun from where it lay underneath his cot. The weapon had a silver engraving along the stock, depicting a man with a knife stalking a wolf, and both stainless-steel barrels were perfectly oiled and polished. A weapon of that quality and condition was particularly rare around the post-nuclear fields of hell.

Snapping open the breach, Jansen carefully removed both shells and placed them in the two empty loops of his bandolier and inspected the barrels. Hisview was perfect, a straight tube, still gleaming with gun oil. Nexy, he snapped closed the breach and pulled back both hammers, tesing to make sure they were perfectly aligned, in both weight and pull. He then pulled back the trigger slowly, testing for nicks in the metalwork. Finding none, he pulled it all the way back, letting out the slight *Click* of the firing pin slamming forward and the hammer coming down. He pulled it again as a precaution the make sure the left barrel and hammer was working just as well, then reloaded the weapon and left both hammers at half-[censored].

Next, Jansen pulled on a pair of heavily worn leather boots, removing a six-inch switchblade from a secre comaptment in the left boot, and hit the button, sending the blade hissing out of the handle and the two guards folding to the sides. Running a finger along the blade and drawing a slim line of blood. He then refolded the blade and placed it back in the boot. One can never be too careful. Over his bandolier of shells he pulled on a simple brown-leather jacket, leaving the zipper open for easy acess to the bandolier.

Reaching into the corner of the room, he retrieved his backpack, inside of which was gun oil and cleaning supplies, rations, a small propane stove and lantern, a flashlight with batteries, and a self-contained medkit. All jansen really needed to survive. Slinging the pack over his shoulder, the hunter made his way out of his cabin onto the deck, were the other passengers were in various stages of awakening. Not half of them will make it more than a week in the swamps. he reasoned, seeing an elderly couple and a number of half-straved teenagers.

But a few have promise. He decided, looking at the asian-looking sheriff, the power armor clad criminal, and the man who appeared to have some sort of problem with him, from how hard he glared at the man. Those two will be on each other in seconds, kicking and scratching, and if they do it on the riverboat, nadine'll make me break it up. At the thought of the fiery young redhead, Jansen let out an almost inaudiable sigh. He had come to know the young woman fairly well over the last few months, and it would hurt for him to move on. They had been through some crazy shlt in that span of time. Pirates, raiders, disgruntled customers, even one full on gunfight between them and a group of insane tribals.

"Yeah...good times." he muttered to himself, and Joiner her at the boats wheel. She allways wanted the quiet bodyguard on call when docking, due to the groups of tribals or smugglers that ocassionally attempted to raid the steamboat. These attacks had become less common since oppurtunistic mercs and hunters had started coming to point lookout and using the landing as a base camp, but it still happened from time to time. Nodding to note that all was clear, Jansen lowered his shotgun and looked over the area most called "Pilgrims landing", knowing it was time to set of, he decided to say his goodbyes.

"Well, this is, Nadi, im setting off again. I'll need my pay for the last few months to buy supplies." He tried to sound like it was no big deal, but it was. For the last seven months of his life, nadine had given him a home. The first one he had had after his father had died when he was fifteen. Now he was 22. For six of those seven years, jansen had survived in the wilds of point lookout, honed his survival skills, and scavenged for what he needed. It had been while scavenging that he had discovered pilgrims landing and the steamboat that had become his hime and his living. Most of the time, nefore a few months ago, it had been just him and nadine, and perhaps a passenger or two, and they dis whatever to kill the time. Played cards, took potshots at swamp ghouls, went buoy diving for caches of supplies( After a health dose of Rad-X) They had even spent a few weeks in the capital wasteland and swam in the now rad-free waters of the tidal basin, on invitation of a friend if theirs, who most called the lone wanderer. He was good guy, good with a gun and allways having somehing to help fix up the Dutchess, courtesy of the BOS, who seeed to owe him a lot of favors.

"Goodbye, jansen, When 'ye find whatever the hell it is your looking for out there, get back to the Dutchess in one piece and the drinks'll be on me." Nadine was a tough girl, almost as tough as jansen himself, but he though he saw a tear slip past her eye as she handed him a large bag of caps, all of his pay for the last seven months. Not wanting to make the parting more emotional that it had to be, Jansen just nodded and made his way back to the deck and began kicking thosae passengers still asleep until the woke up.

"C'mon, up and at 'em, you burning [censored] daylight here.You didnt pay for sleeping space, damnlt! Get the hell off this boat!" Waking up tired passengers was one of his jobs plusses. And turning back to nadine, jansen noticed thst her sobs had succumbed to a chuckle. Flashing her a thin smile and a wave, Jansen deftly jumped over the steamboats railing onto the docks, looking for Madam Panada, the landings general trader.

Kyle stared at the Vault 34 nemesis and walked over to him. He said calmly, "Your son screamed like a woman as I shot him, your wife screamed like a [censored] as I [censored] her. Oh and the Overseer had his turn with her too."

Kyle grinned under his helmet, it would give him a reason to shoot Dave and get it over with. Dave would be dead and he'd be able to not have to worry about him anymore. Kyle lied, "The Overseer said your wife had become the vault prosttute, too bad she really was one. Oh and your son, he started wearing women's clothing."

If he doesn't attack me then nothing will, this will be interesting if he doesn't though. Kyle had his plasma rifle on his lap when he sat down, now he had it aimed, at Dave...

Dave turned to Kyle. His eyes fearless as he looked into the visor of the power armor helmet. Dave felt a huge rush of anger through him, he wanted nothing more then to snap kyle in half like a twig. Dave had always been a...disturbed person sence he found his son dead. He went into mad fits of rage and then calm. He had never had a good nights rest in years. However, even in the midst of his fits of anger and sorrow he had a sence of calm, a sence of peace within him. Dave looked to kyle trying to hold in his anger the best he could.
He said in a dark, emotionless voice,

" My wife died during childbirth, my son was murdered, my life was ruined. You will die, you will scream in absolute agony, you will cry out for mercy, the beats of this land will fead on your corpse and you will die by my hands."

Dave then got up and walked off the boat to the mainland. He said to kyle without turning around to face him " I will kill you, I will have revange"

After he had learned about the tole Dave had decided to take to the swamp to get to the manor quickly. He had is infiltrator in his hands, his spiked knuckles on his right hip, his 10m pistol on his left and his combat knife on the right side of his chest. His supplies where in the bag on his back. Dave saw the remains of some beachside town, he decided to go through it and found a protectotron patroling the local area. He snuck up closer and closer and aimed his modified 10m pistol at its head to conserve his 5.56 ammo for more important enemies. He fired destroying its head, he ran up to it to scavenge it for parts when he heard moving behind him.

Dave quickly rolled to right and with his infiltrator in hand once more looking around for someone. He saw a lady in the back of some stand pointing her weapon at him.

" Who are you and why the hell did you destroy my protectotron!" she yelled at him.

Dave saw here gun and fired his rifle at her. He shot her in the head and killed her with his 4th or 5th bullet. Dave paused and took a deap breath. He walked over to her corpse and took her gun and ammunition. He also found a key. "What the hell does this go to?" he wondered untill he saw a locker splattered with blood. " It must be a raider storege compartment" said Dave in a whisper which was the way he now talked in general. "Silence saves lives, well not hers but it did mine" he whispered once more. Dave used the key to open the locker and found 6 clips of 5.56 ammo and about 40 10m rounds. He also found some purified water and 5 stimpacks.

After scavenging from the site he moved on into the swamp. He had one question on his mind, why dident she shoot first?

The Sheriff was the last one off the boat, it had been a week since he gave into sleep all the way and had over done it. He woke as if snapping back to life, he lunged up onto his feet angry he had been so careless. As he saw no one else on the Boat he put on his hat, slung his Shotgun over his shoulder and began walking up into the ghost town. This town was eerie, everything seemed dead, yet there was a odd little beauty to this place. Ir was very silent, but in a odd way at peace with itself, that wouldn't last long he knew.
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As he walked on saw the old Couple over at some lady traders shop she had set up inside a old game stand. The old couple where going on about that damn fruit and gathering supplies and so forth. Fuyuki was annoyed by them but he hoped they spent there time along the coast as not to be brutally killed.

As he continued on he saw some familiar faces walking back, a band of Mercs had set up a toll both it seems. Fuyuki stopped one young man and asked how much, when told it was 300 caps Fuyuki stated the obvious to just go around. The Young man replied back that if they catch you doing that they'll shoot you, and besides the Swamp is no place for the living.

Fuyuki however was not here for riches, nor did he care about the old Manor the other half of the people went too, he thought the Church would most likely have the Children if they where alive. As Fuyuki walked along he saw 4 Mercs standing up at a old Hotel, across the street where 3 dead bodies, left there as a warning Fuyuki had guessed. As he walked up to them they pulled out there guns.
"Okay it's 300 caps or back the way you came........wait are you a regulator, let's kill this pr*ck"
Fuyuki raised his hands up said whoa, and proclaims.
"They ain't no law here in the sticks fellas I'm just like all these other people."
The Mercs lowered there weapons to there side as there leader walked up to discuss things. Fuyuki asked about the Children right away, the Merc Leader said chances are there in some Swamp Folk Stew or least the boy they would most likely keep the girl. Fuyuki thought for a minute and decided he didn't need any enemies this fast, he took out 300 caps and said let me through.

But he wouldn't get off so easy, The Merc leader grinned and said.
"Anyone who would give 300 to pass would surely give 500?"
Fuyuki knew then paying wouldn't help, he looked around and noticed the other Mercs now numbering 6 in total, far as he knew there where more hiding. He had walked into a trap, to get out he'd have to kill atleast one of them.

The Merc leader growing more sure of himself went to grab Fuyuki's Shotgun. "this will work for those extra caps..." Just then Fuyuki drew his 10mm hand gun and fired twice up into the Lead Mercs Jaw, he stumbled back and hit a fence pouring blood before dying. Fuyuki then turned and fired 5 more shots into the crow of Mercs hitting 2 of them. Fuyuki took off fast, he saw a old bridge ahead. As he hurried across it he noticed the Merc's weren't behind. Fuyuki didn't know it but he had walked right into Swamp Folk Territory.

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The Road to Blackhall manor will be dangerous one, it's well known Ghouls wander around out near there, as do Swamp Folk Trackers.

In Blackhall Manor itself you may find others looting the place. For some reason it's been reported the Basemant door is locked, those who try to open it feels the rads coming from down there and think twice.

After his unknowing murder of panaka, Dave moved into the swamp towards the manner. He was not afraid of death. If this land could kill him then surely Kyle would die here also. The air smelled of phesis and urine. The air was thick with a thin fog and swarming with minor bugs that dave swatted out of his face. He walked through the swamp rifle in hand eyes sharp for any sign of swamp folk. As he walked through he started to detect a foreign smell. " Smells like..a mole rat being cooked." Dave said with a smile

He moved slowly and began to see a fire in the distance. As he came closer he saw 3 people cooking and drinking beer. " They dont look like swamp folk, must be smugglers" Dave noted. He pulled out his scoped and silence 10m pistol and took aim on the head of one. "Its funny, looking down the barrel of a weapon aimed on someones head. You control there life, do you end it or spare it? Ha, game over buddy" whispered Dave to himself in a damented voice.

He fired his weapon twice instantly killing the smuggler. The two others jumped to their feet upon seeing there partners brains splattered on the ground. Dave then moved closer through the bushes and locked onto another of them. He fired again missing the first time but then hitting the shoulder and the chest. The smuggler fell to the ground and began to yell in pain there other grabbed her rifle and ran away. Dave then rushed to the wounded smuggler and finished him off with a knife to the brain. He then scavenged the two body's and the camp. He found a large amount of beer, he sat down and unpacked some patato chip's and drank a beer with them. He then heard the voice of the smuggler who had ran away scream " AHH [censored] SWAMP FO.." the scream was ended by the sound of a rifle going off.

Dave sat up, shoved the remaining chips in his mouth, took a final drink from his beer and left the site.

"I wonder how Kyle is doing?" he wondered.

Kyle said to the boatman, "Actually, heres 500 caps, take me back."

???? You leaving the RP?

BANG. The 32. pistol shouted as the ghoul brains blew apart.

Benson grinned as the body collapsed to the ground. He stepped back from it and looked westward where Blackhall Manor lay. He could smell the thick odor of sulfur and gases as he walked away from the body.
The ghoul had nothing on it, nothing at all. This made Benson mad cause theirs nothing to take for his kill, not even a cap.

Being one of the first to get off the boat he spent an extra hour exploring the town and then made his way to the manor.
The manor wasn't realy important to him. It was just a site to see and kill some ghouls. He did also hope that it would have a few punga fruits which to take and make dishes people will pay alot for.

He then heard a noise infront of him and ducked down. Taking out his Chinese assualt rifle he crouched forward hoping for another ghoul. He popped up over the bushes to find a man instead of a new kill. Bodies surrounded the man as he ate chips and drank.

Realizing it was a man from the boat he stood up and walked to the man lowering his weapon. Seeing the man notice his presence he saw the bodies being smugglers. ''Having fun aren't we'' he said wiping off some ghoul blood.

He hasn't had a decent talk with any one for a while and hopefully this man will coroperate.''Ahh never mind'' Benson sighed as he walked pass the man deeper into Point Lookout.

''After Blackhall Manork, Coastal Grotto''Benson thought.

After Dave saw another man from the boat who believed was Benson pass him by David knew he had to pick up the pace to get the manor first. He did not want to cross paths with Benson, he dident want to to cross paths with anyone, he dident trust anyone.

Dave moved in the general direction Benson had but leaning to the north. "I wonder what swampfolk look like" he wondered.

As he moved north he saw a small shack ahead of him. As he moved closer he saw 3 figures, 2 where very similair with some rifles in there hands the other was larger wearing blue overhauls. Dave aimed his infiltrator at the head of one. Before he could fire he saw someone else open fire on them. It was some smugglers. Dave was happy to watch them fight, he studied the swampfolk while they fought.

The smugglers killed the larger swampfolk but they where then shot down by the two smaller ones. Dave then opened fire on them both with his rifle killing 1. The other turned around and fired barely missing the head of Dave. " ah [censored] that was close" Dave thought. Dave ran to his right and took cover behind a tree and blindfired. " Aw that hurt!" yelled the swampfolk.

Dave heard this and rolled hard to his right and quickly fired at it. It fell down dropping its rifle. Dave moved closer to it with his knife. He was 5 feat away from it when it lept up and tackled Dave.

"YOU GOT NO CHANCE!" it yelled.

"[censored] you!" Dave said before he smashed his right fist into the head of the hillbilly RADneck. He then grabbed the rifle the hillbilly once had and smashed the bud into its jaw. He then continued to pound it with the blunt end of the weapon untill it broke. The swampfolk cryed out in pain. Dave ended its life with 10m round to the face.

After examining the bodies dave came to the conclusion " [censored] they're ugly" Dave then went into the shack but found it empty. He set a mine by the entrance and rested on the coach. He found a bottle nuka cola. He sat down and drank it with some cram dave also found inside.

The water splashed around as Benson walked on the coast line.
Feeling tired he looked forward.
This was the safest route he's found. Hardly no ghouls and hasn't even seen a swamp folk.

He treaded on noticing a rusted boat in the water. Seeing then that a few tents were ahead he quickly ran forward.
Taking his assualt rifle out he notice a women sitting near a fire. He aproaches her with his gun down realizing who it was.

He yelled out'' Marcella'' and the woman turned her head.
Getting to the tents he shakes her hand. ''So this were you've been''. Meeting with the nice woman in Rivet city it felt good seeing someone he knew in a place so distant.

''Well who know I meet some one I actully know''She told shaking his hand. Then staring at his assualt rifle she asks ''What are you doing here?''. With a grin he explains about the treasure in the manor and of everything else.

''So going to get some goods out of that wretched man'' she says with a sore attitude.'' What what's wrong?'' Benson replies. She then tells him of the Krivbeknih and how the he got it. Feeling weary he has a salsberry stake and a can of Pork'n'Beans including a Nuka Cola with it. ''Well how bout I get the book and take it?'' Benson asks. ''Well it's the only way and so yes, if he has it.''She tells him.

''And what if I get it?''

''Come back to me and I'll deal with it''she tells him.

He then takes a nap in one of the tents she put up.


OOC:so as you see she is still alive

Fuyuki woke up inside a shack, the evening sun shines through the cracks, he didn't even remember passing out, what in the blue hell was going on. He was still dressed and still had all his weapons but ow the hell did he get inside here. He peaked through the cracks between the wood planks and saw he was inside the Swamp, but nothing else was in sight. He slowly poked his head out and saw he was in the middle of the woods, a small house could be seen farther off. Just as he turned around he felt as his head was splitting open, he feel to his knees trying to remain silent but the pain was to much. As he stood up he saw the Father of the children he was looking at staring at him, but with a huge hole in his head. He saw bodies of everyone he had killed floating in the nearby water.

He began to run when suddenly a wave of mirlurks jumps on him and began ripping him apart, but then they were gone and he was fine. he stumbled farther seeing now the wastelands over run with Ghouls, he was in megaton now and everyone was being eaten alive, he looked at his own hand and saw the skin melt away. Seeing this he gave out a huge scream before snapping back to reality, he found himself in the Churches basemant. A female figure came next to him and club him over the back of the head knocking him out. She grabbed some powder from a plant pod and tossed it into his face.

"Enjoy the trip brother."
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With sunset looming be warned the Church followers are aware of you now, they will look to capture you. Also the Swamp folk are in a up raor over so many outsiders tramping through there swamp. some of the men formed a hunting party for any outsider they see.

((Would I be aloud to join this?))

it's chapter 1 your allowed to join.

"Daddy? Daddy?Come on Dad get up!" said Daves son

Dave was back in vault 34 in his security guard armor. His son was by his bedside smiling at him

" Come on daddy we are going to miss the vault baseball game!" the child said

"Son?" asked Dave

Daves son's voice turned into Kyle Smith's. " Time to die little punk!"

Dave then heard the sounds of gunfire and screams. He saw his dead wife on the floor. The sounds got louder and louder untill finnaly he heard a loud bang

He awoke inside the shack. The mine he had placed at the door had just gone off. The couch that Dave had fallen asleep on was near the back of the large shack and the door was just outside the view. Dave remained silent as he saw a large stream of blood flow through. Dave pulled out his infiltrator rifle and moved to the door. He turned to see the body of a tribal missing his head.

"What the hell?" wondered Dave. He knelt down to examen the body. He then heard a faint sound " Impure". Dave turned towards the door and heard footsteps. The remains of the shattered door opened. Another tribal walked through. It fired a rifle round into Daves shoulder knocking him to the ground. He rolled to the left and took cover behind the wall. He had dropped his rifle and both his 10m and his combat knife. Dave quickly equiped in spiked knuckles and flung around the corner tackling the tribal. He pounded it with his right hand mainly because he felt the searing pain of the 10m bullet shot into his left shoulder. The two exchanged fists. The tribal got the better of Dave and flung him off. He crawled to the rifle but dave lept onto his back and smashed his head into the floor breaking the wood. The tribal with its last bit of stength elbowed Dave in the chest stalling his assault. The tribal got to his feet and grabbed a metal pot and assaulted Dave hitting him in in the left arm. Dave screamed in pain as he dove to the left to avoid another strike.

The tribal was bleeding out of his face but continued to attack Dave. Dave saw the tribal go in for the kill but dave repulsed him with a strong kick to the chest. The tribal fell back onto the oven in the shack. Almost immediatly he launched himself at Dave again. This time he recieved a strong uppercut to the testicles. The tribal fell to the ground crying in pain but still flailing like a mad man. Dave scrambled to find a weapon near by. He found a baseball bat. The ribal rose to his feet.

" Time to get a strike!" yelled Dave as he cracked the bat on the head of the tribal. The tribal was now blind in the right eye and blood was pooring from the large cuts on his face. Despite these major injuries the tribal continued to fight. Dave was amazed at the endurance of the tribal. He wanted to finish him off so dave looked for any of his guns. He had trouble seeing because of a large cut on his face allowing blood to flow into his eye.

Dave decided that he would have do this the old fashion way. The tribal had got to his feet and wabled towards Dave screaming randomly. Dave uppercut the tribal and pushed him acrros the room onto the stove.
Dave jumped into the air and smashed the face of the tribal into the stove. He then grabbed the tribals head and repeatidly smashed it into the stove. He went into his rage fit again. He did this a uncountable number of times untill the tribal stopped twitching and blood ran in puddles.

Dave release his old and saw his work. The tribals entire face was destroyed. Bone was broken and the tissue underneath was showing including the brain. Dave fell once more onto the blood soaked coach and injected two simpacks into his left shoulder. The bullet dident go in very far, 2 inches at the most. He pulled it out with some tools he found in the shed.

Dave sat back down,wiped the blood from his beard and tried to catch his breath.

"Bastard should have stayed home" said Dave holding his shoulder

OOC: Too fast more my tastes, to be honest.