Just to say, it's been awhile since I've done any form of Fan fic, I did some when I used to play warcraft. Though this is the first time I've done a journal idea, and I usually don't do it in first person. Contructive Criticism welcome. Any imrpovements that can be made I'll hopefully do in the second entry, if people wouldn't mind seeing it carried on.

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To anyone who may find this,
I am Marius Ventrillus, I come from large settlement to the south known as Princep, near the ruined city of Raleigh. Enclosed in this journal is a record of my travels through the Capital Wasteland, as well as maps that I have done or started, hopefully these will be useful to those who find it.

Entry 1

I've finally found time to rest and write within my journal. I actually arrived about three days ago, when I had arrived at the wasteland I was greeted by sand, and rocks, not much different from where I come from. I had heard from travellers about a settlement known as Megaton, and thinking that would be a good place to start, maybe set up there as a base of operations where I could go out from to explore this land.

Luckily the journey was quiet and as I neared Megaton I stumbled across an old town, not much there besides the silence of the past. Well that was what I thought until bumping into a robot, which I believe is some type of radio as it was spewing out nonsense about the Enclave and this President Eden, I had no idea who they are, and didn't care much and just left it there, in the town of nothing.

Megaton was much more alive, I was greeted by a robot, not in the best condition but it was working. It seemed to greet me like a cowboy of old, it gladly let me in, though I was a bit worried about a bomb it mentioned. Entering the gate and seeing what the bomb made me worry even more, they built a town around an atomic Bomb? I guess they have a reason too...

As I was walking down towards the bomb to get a closer look I was intercepted by the Sherrif, he also seemed to have this cowboy thing going on with his coat and hat. I was worried at the time, had I done something wrong? But he welcomed me and asked my business, when I told him that I was mapping the area he took some slight interest and pointed me towards some major spots and told me where Rivet City was, and that I could most likely travel with one of the merchant caravans. I had no intention at that time in leaving, I asked where I could rent a room and I was directed towards Moriarty' Saloon.

When I had gone into Moriarty' Saloon I wasn't impressed, a I don't know what at the bar, I later found out that he was a ghoul, they were affected by large amounts of radiation and they look like walking corpses, poor bastard...

Asking about a room to a women who looked like she worked there, said the cost and implied I would get her to. I was astounded by this, seems the community I grew up in was policed much more and certain things like that are prohibited, though doesn't stop them trying. I asked her if I could just get a room, she luckily said yes and I took it, I haven't met Moriarty yet, the owner of this 'fine establishment'.

Sounds good so far.

I just started playing and I immediately thought it'd be a cool idea to write an in-character journal, if only to keep track of the number of in-game days that went by, and to chart my character's changing attitudes towards things like killing or theft.

Well second entry, I wasn't stuck for ideas, but putting them on paper so to speak I had some trouble, so bear with me if it seems poor.

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Entry 2:

I've been in the Capital Wasteland for almost a month now, I recently just finished mapping out Springvale, the abandon town which I came across when I got near Megaton. Well it isn't as quiet as I first thought, a group of raiders have set up shop in the old school, a few of them took pot shots at me, so the area around the school goes unmapped at the moment, maybe I should hire some mercenaries to help protect myself, I'm good with my rifle, but just enough for hunting and keeping away stray creatures which choose me as their next meal.

I also stumbled across a vault, a 101, it's sealed shut, and getting through it will be impossible, so I'll leave it be, though I am curious about it, as it looked like it had been opened very recently. I wonder who came out, or went in, I've no idea.

When back in Megaton I thought I would get some supplies, I was greeted by a women who seemed quite optimistic and also seemed to have a screw loose. Found out her name was Moira, and she offered me a job to help with her book, when I found out I would need to get irradiated I refused, I'm healthy, and I would like to keep it that way.

Well this is what has happened in the past few days, I now have Moriarty shouting at me to pay my tab, best do so before I'm kicked out.

I applaud Blackmane, excellent story!

I like what you have so far. The overall concept is great.

Glad people like it, I thought I would try a journel of someone new to the capital wasteland, thought it would be intresting.

Yepp, it's a good story, what more do you need to know?

Nice Story. Different then the others you usually read. Just keep writing these entries

Sweet story man, im hoping for more!

Next entry.
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Entry 3:

Well I've left Megaton for now, I'm travelling with one of the merchant caravans, Boris, the leader of the small caravan, didn't have any problems with it, I was an extra gun if it came down to it. Well it did, we got into a fire fight with some raiders, one of the guards the merchant hired has been shot through the head, and I didn't come off to well, taking a round to left upper arm.

The raiders seemed to be biding their when they had us hiding behind a rock. Though we got saved by a wanderer, no idea who he was, just had the number one hundred and one on his back, and it looked like his clothes has had been armour, pieces of metal and wood thrown in to give some protection.

Getting to Rivet City I was told how lucky I was my wound hadn't got infected, none of the caravan guards or myself for that matter, knew much more then cleaning and bandaging a wound. The clinic sorted me out well.

I tried to get details about the surrounding area and the ruined city. Most got a bit worried when I brought out my note book and started making notes, a lot of people were worried about what I was writing, specially since quite a few waste landers can't read or write themselves.

I've rented a room in the Weatherly hotel, nice place, the owner seems nice enough, though she is a bit of a gossip. She tried to get me into one of her little sessions, but I managed to get away, I needed to sort out my notes of the area, and figure out where I should go to start off this area.

Holy [censored] this is good, I almost feel as if I'm living this guy's life. Nice reference to the Lone Wanderer also.

this is a great story












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