Dunwich LLC (or something more interesting)

Chapter One - The First Chapter

Mr Rosenberg of Dunwich LLC walked down the metallic steps into the small cavern below his office with his latest potential buyer, who was also his hopes of getting that raise he had so longed for the past 3 years. The client was the ‘usual’, a man from a company which was desperately mining deeper and deeper into the Earth to scraqe together the raw materials needed to build the vast armies of the United States of America in their fight against those commies in China, and considering the new fangled T-51 b power armour monkey suits issued to the troops the amount of metal needed for manufacture was not surprising.

Paul Rosenberg did not have much opinion on the war, however in public like most people he was in ‘consent to support’ mode, buying war bonds and cheering during the propaganda flicks whenever the Aryan Capitalist superman blew apart the baby eating Chinaman. However his main concern was not about which side would win, but the looming threat of nuclear annihilation. Even though he knew those Vault Tec Posters hugely exaggerated the threat in order to gain more money from fearful fools with more money than sense the threat was still there; after all the usage of the ‘Fat Man’ Nuclear Bomb Launcher and those horrific ‘Atomic Annie’ nuclear cannons showed that the US Military had no real qualms about the use of atomic weapons, not to mention the fact that Paul lived in Washington D.C., the primary target of a possible Chinese nuclear attack.

He was now at the bottom of the metal stairs, there, was a small cavern used to demonstrate the companies drill to buyers with walls of hard rock and Ian Latimer, the companies’ drill demonstrator along with one of the latest drills developed by the company. “Good afternoon” said Ian, “I have checked everything out so when you are ready just give the word!” “Thanks Ian, right then Mr Hebden, this…” (He indicated to the device) “is one of our latest drills, designed as always to figuratively and literally push the boundaries, this is a faster, stronger and more efficient drill than the previous BBD c-17, I could continue with the technical details but I believe actions speak louder than words, and trust me this drills’ action is loud!” He gave a short laugh at the end before quickly snapping back to ‘neutral’, “Now Mr Hebden please kindly put the provided goggles and ear protectors on.” After they all did this Ian turned on the machine and with a deafening noise the drill sprung into action, boring into the hard rock.

THUNK, the drill stopped, or more to the point, it kept spinning but did not bore further into the cavern wall, “what?!” yelled Ian as he reversed the drill and pulled it back, “Try another spot!” Paul quickly said trying to avoid Mr Hebdens’ increasingly sceptical eyes; his deal was hanging by a thread. Thankfully the drill worked perfectly in the next spot, and Mr Hebden was beginning to look pleased, “Right, now lets go back upstairs Mr Hebden and discuss the pricing and numbers of units, Ian, take the drill back up, this is the last demonstration today”
“Thanks Paul and good luck with the sale!”
Paul and Mr Hebden then proceeded to go up the stairs, whilst Ian began to dismantle the drill, suddenly a thought occurred to Paul halfway up the steps and he told Mr Hebden to proceed up to his office and wait for him for a few minutes “I just need to speak to Ian before he goes home” said Paul.

“Sizzling sodomites that was close, what happened?”
“I don’t know” said Ian as he continued to dismantle the drill
“Well clearly something went wrong the first time you drilled”
“All I can say is the drill did fine the second time so it was probably some hard rock we hit”
“Ian, you know as well as I that the rock down here is pretty damn hard and I am not even a geologist”
“We can talk about it later” Said Ian as he packed away the final pieces of the drill into the container and headed for the stairs “the guys will come and pick up the box, bye.” He said with a tap on the brim of his hard hat. Paul waved and then proceeded to examine the first hole, he moved a nearby cave lamp towards the hole and looked inside, at the far end of the small tunnel created by the drill was a dark emerald green stone, which by the look of it had been barely dented by it, for a fraction of a second a indescribable feeling of unease swept over him, he then stood up and ran up the stairs, half because he did not want to keep Mr Hebden waiting and half because of his unease.


Will Paul make that sale? Will I ever finish this fanfic? And will I ever be able to keep my dignity after this is over?

Find out, when I can be bother to write some more...

http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/1155860-fallout-your-faction/.

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This was the seller, I can now rest in peace knowing the greatest Fan-fic is upon us.

But really, it's.. different. But was this supposed to be pre-war? I wasn't sure.

Oh fugger, yeah it was before the war, I've never posted on this board. Sorry. I wrote this as a sort of 'origin story' for the Dunwhich building (which is one of the greatest things in a Fallout game, ever, in my honest opinion)

But jes, sounds good.