Lord of the Chip: The Fellowship of the Chip : Fallout Series Discussion

» Thu Apr 07, 2011 7:48 am

After Hilbo's Journey, he wrote book... A Wed Book, in which he detailed the story of his journeys.
The Haggin (The Hobbit): http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/1175019-lord-of-the-chip/

"In 2077 the One Chip was forged by House in the Forge's of Sunnyvale in order to conquer the lands of Vegas. A Last Alliance of Humanity and Nuclear Bombs was formed to counter House and during a battle of House's Defences against Humanities Nuclear Bombs, Istealdore, son of Bob, was slain by House's inability to destroy the several Bombs on the final day, Istealdore and his friend Gelrond stood at the Forge's of Sunnyvale: The only place where one can destroy the One Chip..."

"Istealdore, cast the One Chip into the fire!"

"No,"

"Istealdore... Istealdore! Issssssteaaaaaaaaaaaldooooooore!"

He walked away, ignoring his former friend. Not a day later, Gelrond and his friends made their way to a Vault in Gibbendale.
Istealdore died, burned and scorched by a fire similar to that which made the Chip...

But then something happened that the Chip did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable. A ghoul, Hilbo Haggins, of the underworld. For the time will soon come when ghouls will shape the fortunes of all...

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Oh...? What's this?

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"Three dice for the Tribal-kings under the sky,
Seven card decks for the Ghouls in their halls alone,
Nine treaties for Politicans doomed to die,
One Chip for House in his dark home,
In the Land of Vegas where the Shadows lie.
One Chip to rule them all, One Chip to find them,
One Chip to bring them all and in the darkness, bind them."

It was these word's inscribed, and those named that shall abide forever serving- until their death from pride which shall be unnerving.

The Wed Book: The Fellowship of the Chip

Hilbo went on a journey before... he went on a journey to Los Angeles fifty years ago, and that was the last adventure he ever went on after having his back scorched from a nuclear blast which came from the Cathedral. His nephew; Brodo Haggin's was no ghoul (or a so called man) as his uncle is said to be, though really Hilbo's non-ghoulified daughter had married a man who gave birth to a son who married and gave birth a daughter who also got married and eventually gave birth to Brodo. Oh, I guess it's important to note all of those people died from very, very, very irradiated cheesecakes.

Brodo Haggins lived in a home called:

Hag End

It was a strange place in a town called:

The Fhire

Hag End was called that since that was where Hilbo's old Hag died (thankfully, so he proclaims) and when she died, the entire town (well it wasn't a town until after this event, and I mean immediatly after) of the Fhire celebrated her death with wine and lighting her house on fire. Unfortunately, the entire town was scorched in flame and so it is called the Fhire now.

It was Hilbo's Twelventy-second birthday, and Hilbo was very well renownd for his entire back being scorched black. The scars he had brought back and the tales he told (derpwood was a locale favorite) he had become a local legend. Hilbo invited everybody to his birthday party, and that night he had a trick...

There were machines, very silly nilly machines which would only lock onto Hilbo with rockets.

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Brodo frequently wrote in a journal of journalisy journalism, and wrote everything he did that day. It was a strange journal of journalistic journalism as it detailed things about cakes and cheese... and cookies. Brodo liked Cookies, he liked them a bit too much. Brodo was getting a little pudgy for his age, but then he was only in his mid-twenties. Cookies were wonderful things to him as if they were world's of chocolatey flavor and 200 year old oatmeal, either way he really, really, really, really, really liked cookies.

Today I decided to bake cookies, they were cookified cookies made from cookiemix from a land named Porto Ric-

"Brodo Haggins... is this how you treat your guests?"

"Sandalf!"

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Bacon is good, and so is spoofing.

» Thu Apr 07, 2011 1:24 am

Bravo.

I like it. :thumbsup:

» Wed Apr 06, 2011 8:15 pm

Bravo.

I like it. :thumbsup:

Thanks, I just hope I can make more people do the gigglely thing they do when they giggle.

» Thu Apr 07, 2011 4:22 am

Thanks, I just hope I can make more people do the gigglely thing they do when they giggle.

I don't giggle, I maniacally laugh.

» Wed Apr 06, 2011 8:03 pm

Always getting better. Keep it up! Are you making 3 books? Then the movie.. :wink:

» Wed Apr 06, 2011 11:56 pm

I don't giggle, I maniacally laugh.

I don't maniacally laugh, I scream and repeat the joke.

» Thu Apr 07, 2011 2:59 am

Always getting better. Keep it up! Are you making 3 books? Then the movie.. :wink:

Unfortunately (or fortunately, it depends) the Fellowship, Two Towers, and Return of the King spoofs will all take alot longer.

I skimmed through the Hobbit, but these... these are going to be epics. I may make a 10minute+ animation if I get generally good feedback for these.

» Thu Apr 07, 2011 12:33 am

Previously on Lord of the Chip...

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Today I decided to bake cookies, they were cookified cookies made from cookiemix from a land named Porto Ric-

"Brodo Haggins... is this how you treat your guests?"

"Sandalf!"

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Brodo stood at the side of Sandalf's ride which was a very old machine with a metal horse head statue attached to the front, the machine had two wheels on it and had two cushioned pad's to sit on. One was on the front and the other was on the back, inscribe on the side of the machine read,

Ponee

Brodo was never good at reading (which was fairly odd, because I could read what he wrote in the journylis- oh you know what i'm talking about) so instead of saying 'Ponee' he had said something completely off.

"Sandalf! You're late! Well, so is bonee but that's besides the point."

"A soldier is never late, nor is he early- a soldier always arrives exactly when he needs to!"

Brodo leaped in a chinese arts style manner and ended up missing Sandalf and hit the rocks on the paved road.

"I missed you Sandalf! Though you do feel awfully stoney right now."

"That's the road my dear boy, but I hear that there is a party for Hilbo..."

"Yeah, and he ended up inviting the entirety of the Fhire!"

So he and Sandalf road on Ponee (Or bonee, if you read with the same level as Brodo) to Hag End, along the road they met troublesome kids that screamed screams along the lines of 'SAAAAAAANDAAAAAAWLF!' Eitherway, they finally reached Hag End and Brodo ran off to some bar.

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Hilbo had been preparing for his 'tricksie' (as he called it) for a while, but he had focused on making more cheesecakes. Of course, they all tasted normal to him- but he was a ghoul! How would he know they were irradiated? I guess it would be important to note that his entire family was fond of irradiated cheesecakes, perhaps a bit too fond as that was what Brodo's ma and da overdosed on.

Yes...

They overdosed on cheesecakes.

bangbangbangbangbang

"Ey go away ye lil' tribal kiddies, no cookies for you today eh!"

bangbangbang

"Yes, yes, what is it ey?!"

Hilbo had been yelling through the door at whoever was knocking a frequent knock which annoyed him, it was like hearing explosions (which he proclaimed to like but really he is scared out of his pants after nearly being blown up) which he did not like at all.

"Is this how you treat the man who saved your now blackened ass?"

"Sandalf? Sandalf!"

Hilbo rushed to the door and opened and welcomed Sandalf after he was struck on the head by Sandalf's box staff for him being called a tribal kiddie.

Ghoul's in the Fhire being short and the men being tall, people had a frequency to hit their head on the entrance... unfortunately for the entrance, Sandalf had a staff that didn't take kindly for it's wielder hitting their head and it fired a green bolt into the ceiling and started a small fire.

"Whoops! Sorry my friend,"

Hilbo dazed at the fire for a few minutes before twitching really fast and scurrying about his house as if nothing happened.

"Er, Hilbo..."

"Oh that's nothing, let it burn! Neighbor's see that often anyway."

"He's going to miss you, I hope you realize this."

"Ooooh, he'll survive..."

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It was night time and the entire town of the Fhire had been celebrating, and two tribal's were toying with explosives and fireworks. One of them planted a giant bomb looking firework, and lit it!

butatudatudatudatudaboomkepow

The bomb looking firework flew into the air and when it stopped flying it dropped down looking like a nuclear bomb!

"Uncle Hilbo, look out!"

Brodo was running as fast as tribals do which is fairly fast I should say, but anyways he tripped and fell into a mound of 200 year old dog doo.

The Nuclear Bomb Firework burst into a mushroom cloud shaped explosion above everyone and you would hear either "OOOOOOOOOOOSHI-" or "OOOOOOOOOOYEA-" everywhere at once. Anyways, Sandalf found the two responsible and grabbed them by their hair and pulled them up off the ground...

"Pairogrin Tuke and Marydock Sandyduck, I should have expected."

Pairogrin Tuke was a cousin of Brodo's, and Marydock Sandyduck was a friend of Brodo's cousin's. Pariogrin was known as Peppen as he had a fondness to be peppy, and he really liked peppers- Marydock Sandyduck was known as the Rubber Ducky or Merri as he liked the idea of Ducks and Christmas. Anyways, Sandalf dragged them to a kitchen which was outside and told them to 'Scrubbydub, you damnned ducks!' It was at this time when the townspeople of the Fhire shouted to Hilbo to give a speech.

"Speech, speech, speech, debate!"

"Alright, alright!"

Hilbo got on stage, but earlier he had ordered some robots to hide in the tree's and lock rockets onto Hilbo, when he got onto the stage he ordered the robots to fire at a signal.

"Today is my twelventy-second birthday! (they put 'nty' after everything to make it sound folky, it was actually his two-hundrendth and second birthday.) I don't know half of you, and I don't like the other half! But I-I uh- I-I have things to do... I've put this off for far too long.

This is the end... I'm going now, and I bid you all a flaming farewell.

Swaswaswaswaswa

Hilbo put his hand in his pocket and held the chip which made him invisible to electronic sensors, Hilbo leaped off the stage when the rockets struck it and ran off to Hag End while everyone looked at the smoke in horror.

Sandalf stood up after realizing that Hilbo had abused the Chip's power and walked to Hag End and burst through the door!

"I figure you think that was funny! There are many such Chip's and Dice that exist like that, but none of them should be taken lightly...

"Bah, I suppose you're right."

"So, you are leaving everything?"

"Yes, yes,"

"What about that Chip of yours?"

"Oh yes, it's in that letter over there- Wait no... it's in my pocket... huh... look at that, maybe I shouldn't... Why should I?"

"Hilbo?"

"Iiiit's mii-ine... Mmmmmy preeee-ciouuuuus..."

"Hilbo Haggins! Do not take me as some mere man!"

Hilbo cried that sort of cry that little girls make when their barbie dolls are stolen, but besides the point... He ran to Sandalf crying.

"Leave Brodo the Chip."

"Y-yes y-you're right. I should leave that blasted chip!"

Hilbo walked to the door to Hag End and looked around his home for one last time before he dropped it on the wooden floor to his home and turned away and left the Fhire.

Sandalf stood and stared at the Chip, and he put on a metal pair of gloves and placed it in an envelope adressed to Brodo...

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Now that I think about it, this probably looks a bit cluttered.

» Wed Apr 06, 2011 8:16 pm

What happened? Why is there nothing new? I am crying right now because i do not know the ending! :cry:

» Thu Apr 07, 2011 2:10 am

What happened? Why is there nothing new? I am crying right now because i do not know the ending! :cry:

Issues at home.

» Thu Apr 07, 2011 5:06 am

I will edit this post with the next bit, which should be better hopefully.

» Thu Apr 07, 2011 12:26 am

Previously on Lord of the Chip:

Sandalf stood and stared at the Chip, and he put on a metal pair of gloves and placed it in an envelope adressed to Brodo...

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"Hilbo! Hilbo!"

Brodo burst through the door while Sandalf was smoking his pipe filled with something which reminded him of a weed that kept growing outside Hag End, Brodo stared at Sandalf who was sitting on a chair who was babbling.

"Precious... Precious... Some riddles from the bark."

"He's gone, hasn't he? He talked for so long about leaving, but now that he actually has... Wait, what is that smell?"

"Sandalf?"

"Sandalf, what is that smell?"

Brodo walked over to Sandalf who was nonresponsive only to see him holding an envelope in his hand. Sandalf handed Brodo the envelope and had a haunting look on his face, one that could easily turn your spine into a pile of jelly.

"Mmm, Hilbo's Chip."

Brodo looked confused as he had no idea that Hilbo had a Chip all this time, as Brodo was quite a gambler.

"He's gone to stay with the Egil's in the desert, he's left you Hag End... and his limitless number of Cheesecake's, I think he did that to spite you seeing you do enjoy those cookies."

"But he also has left you the entirety of his possession's, the Chip is yours now...
Make sure no one know's of it, keep it hidden."

"Sandalf? Sandalf where are you going?"

Sandalf had rushed out of the house with a determined look on his face, picking up his strange hat and staff along the way.

"I have answers, answer's that need questioning!"

"But Sandalf you just got here, I don't understand!"

"I don't either, boy."

Sandalf then left and Brodo put the Chip inside patch of flowery chest's.

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"Ffff-fhiiiire!

Haaaaaaaggins!"

It was a dark place in an area filled with tribes of men and women and those tribes lay razed with only three residing in old destroyed buildings which were currently being refurbished, but those were in a shadow...

A tower from which all would cower had put all in it's shadow, a place none would walk as if it were the gallows,
Inside was a man who could see his old world now damnned, and he had sent those that he could command,
Out from it gate's came those filled with hate, and those that debate...

"Nine treaties for Politicans doomed to die,"

But outward they ride for that which they strive, the death from pride of which shall be...
Unnerving...

No more are there bodies alive, but cast in metal and stripped of flesh.

They rode to the Fhire to where the Chip called...

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Sandalf rode to a great place of learning, a libary filled with history and legends and searched and scoured until finally he had found that which he had to see, the only writings confirm that it is really the One Chip, Sandalf had joked to Hilbo about it before but until Hilbo's birthday he thought it really wasn't The One.

The year 2077 of the Final Age,
Here follows the account of Istealdore,
High Thief of Gone Door and the finding of Chip of Power,

"It has come to me- The One Chip,
It shall be an heirloom of my Thieve's Guild,
All those who follow my teachings shall be bound to it's fate,
For I shall risk no hurt to the Chip,
It is precious to me,
Though I buy it with a great pain.

The marking upon the Chip begin to fade,
The writing which at first was as bright as green text, has all but vanished,
A secret only fire and pixels can tell.

Gone Door was an Old War fort which was inhabited by a force of Men armed with old tech that was thought lost to some, it had been named such as the Fort's Gate and Seals were missing- either because someone took them, or they were blown up by the War...
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barkbarkbarkbarkbark!

Awoooooo!

A man stood horrified at the sight of such a sight, he had been cutting wood with a saw but immediatly stopped when his dog ran inside his home.

"Fhiiiiire,"

"Haaaaggin's..."

"T-there's no Hagginses around h-here,
They're all up in Fobbiton, th-that way!"

The Politician rode towards Fobbiton, the land which The Fhire was located.
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There was laughter where Brodo was (which was a bar) as they left, 'they' being Brodo and Ham. Ham was Brodo's friend, he was a 'Bro' to Brodo if you felt like making a bad pun. Han's full name was a strange one; 'Ham-Sized Hamgee' he was named, and he was a pudgy one at that. It was never fun being Ham as he did indeed live up to his name by eating Ham, he was indeed 'Ham-Sized' as well.

"Good night, Ham."

Brodo had been walking with Ham home but when he got to Hag End he departed from his friends side.

When Brodo walked in he felt a strange feeling, one that could only be explained by a single fact: There was omnious music playing from a centuries old Record Player. Paper floated throughout the house, someone had been through his house!

"Is it secret?! Is it safe?!"

A worried Sandalf suprised Brodo who fainted immediately, Brodo dreamt that he was ambushed by a pigbearman (A local legend, a horrible FEV mutant which survived the great war...) but when Brodo awoke, he went throughout his things and pulled out the envelope containing the One Chip...

"Here it is-"

Fwoosh!

Sandalf smacked the envelope out of his hand and into a fire, where it burned and gave off a horrible smelling smell.

"What the hell, Sandalf what are you doing?!"

Sandalf picked up the Chip when the paper burned around it, and dropped it into Brodo's hand who had said it was quite cold...

That was a lie.

"AAAAAWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOUCH!"

Two minute's later when Brodo woke up from passing out Sandalf stared at Brodo, he stared a horrible stare.

"What do you see on the chip's edge?"

Brodo looked closley for a minute before giving his answer,

"N-nothing... I see nothing."

Sandalf gave out a sigh of relief when he heard those words, but that was unbelievably shortlived.

"Wait."

"There are markings... It's some form of Cursive- I can't read it."

"There are few that can,"

"The Language is that of corporation's, which I will not utter here."

"Corporations?"

Brodo had a suprised look on his face, Corporate language was an ancient form of twisted and greedy speak and was said to have been forgotten when the world had ended.

"In our current tongue it says: 'One Chip to rule them all, One Chip to find them,
One Chip to bring them all and in the darkness, bind them.'

This is the One Chip, forged by Lord House inside the Fires of Sunnyvale,
Stolen by Istealdore from the House of House himself- excuse the pun.

Brodo had a shocked look on his face when he realized something,

"Hilbo found it... in Dollum's Vault."

"Yes, for fifty years the ring lay silent in Hilbo's keeping, extending his life through means of ways I cannot imagine, and twisting his mind with promises of an army secretly."

"But no longer Brodo. Evil is stirring in Vegas and Sunnyvale, the Chip has awoken- it has heard House's call."

"But House was destroyed, Las Vegas was destroyed!"

"No, Brodo."

"The Life of House was preserved... His life is bound to the Chip- and the Chip survived."

"House has awoken, and his horde's have multiplied."

"His tower and home is rebuilt in the ruin's of Vegas, House needs only this Chip to cover all the land in a second darkness."

"He is seeking it, and all his thought is bent on it... The Chip wants above all else to return to the hand of House, they are one- the Chip and House. Brodo, he must never find it.

"Then we hide it, hide it in a place no one would look and we never speak of it again! Nobody know's its here, do they?"

"They don't know, right Sandalf?"

"There is only one other who knew Hilbo had the Chip, I searched everywhere for the beast Dollum but they had reached him first.
I know not how long they tortured him, but along all his screams and cries they understood two words; 'Fhire', 'Haggins'."

"Fhire, Haggins? But that would lead them here."

"Take the Chip Sandalf, take it! You must have the Chip!"

"No Brodo, you cannot offer me this Chip."

"I'm giving it to you!"

"Don't tempt me Brodo! I cannot take it, even if it is to hide the Chip... Do you understand?"

"But it cannot stay in the Fhire!"

"No, no it can't."

"What must I do?"

"You must leave quickly,"

"Where, where do I go?"

"Get out of the Fhire, make for the Town of Ree, it will appear on signs as 'T.Ree'."

"What about you Sandalf?"

"I shall be waiting for you, at the Inn of the Dancing Fonee."

"Pants Sing Phony, I got it."

"No Brod- Bah, you'll find it none the less."

"But will the Chip be safe there?"

"I do not know Brodo, I do not have any answers. However, you must leave the name of 'Haggins' behind you for it is not safe to use outside the Fhire."

"Travel by day and stay off the roads."

Scruntch!

Sandalf heard a plant being stepped on by an intruder outside a window, and he reached out and pulled in whatever foul, twisted beast that could have possiblely snuck up on them... Those were the exact words he used, and it hurt poor Ham's feelings.

"Ham-sized Hamgee, of all creatures you are by far the fattest creature i've seen, were you eavesdropping?!"

"No Sandalf, I swear to my old Laffer I wasn't dropping any! Please don't turn me into a RadToad or- or- or- anything Pre-war..."

"Noooo?"

Brodo put a palm to his face, it seemed to be a recurring thing in the Wed Book but I won't bug you about that.

"Ooooh I've got a much, much, much better use for you."

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» Thu Apr 07, 2011 8:30 am

My stomach imploded and killed everyone in my neighbourhood from laughing.

» Thu Apr 07, 2011 7:58 am

I should say that it be important to note; It took two hours for me to write five minutes of dialouge.

I's got ways to go.

» Thu Apr 07, 2011 2:26 am

YAY...finally finished the hobbit!!!! Im so happy and proud of myself for reading it!!....and you for making it...

» Thu Apr 07, 2011 3:54 am

Your welcome I think, you gave me the idea though. I should be doing the next part in a while, I got side tracked this past week.

» Wed Apr 06, 2011 11:21 pm

*dies of laughter*

This is getting really good.

His tower and home is rebuilt in the ruin's of Vegas, House needs only this Chip to cover all the land in a second darkness

Probably my favorite quote so far, I kept getting the image in my head of a dramatic flyover of New Vegas and the Lucky 38 with http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5wQ93NmXyRs in the background. :rofl:

Great stuff Boradam.

» Thu Apr 07, 2011 12:44 am

I kept getting the image in my head of a dramatic flyover of New Vegas and the Lucky 38 with http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5wQ93NmXyRs in the background. :rofl:

That's actually what I was thinking of, the "DUN DUN DUN, DUN DUN, DUDEDUUUUUUUUU DUN DE DUM BA DUM BUM BA DUM" part.

» Wed Apr 06, 2011 7:05 pm

Previously on Lord of the Chip:

"No Sandalf, I swear to my old Laffer I wasn't dropping any! Please don't turn me into a RadToad or- or- or- anything Pre-war..."

"Ooooh I've got a much, much, much better use for you."

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Before I continue with these marvelous tales written down in the Wed Book, I must first talk about Ham's 'Laffer' as it seems to confuse everyone... Ol' Laffer Hamgee is Ham's daddy and yes, Ham calls him daddy. He got his name because when he was born instead of crying he laughed and laughed even when he slept... But, good ol' Laffer Hamgee ate the most dreadful thing... Pork. It was a disgrace to his family name, so he went on a Hamfast- the art of stuffing ones body full of Ham, and serving themselves as a feast to the Moocattle.

Back to the Wed Book, anywho...

Sandalf brought Brodo, Ham, and two Ponee's (They are motorcycles Class P. Onee, Bo-knee, if you are Brodo) out to the ruins and sent them on their way. If you didn't realize it yet, Ham and Brodo were sent together to the T.Ree...

"The enemy has many spies in his service- Bird's, Tree-"

"Wait, arn't we going to a Tree?"

"No, we are going to Ree."

"Oh- Wait, how can birds be in his service?"

"I was exagerating you buffoon!"

Sandalf had turned around and left them but not before getting out a small, rude, comment.

Cry, you tools!

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They had been riding for several hours across fields (they were resistant to Fire and the Fhire's fires you see) when Ham started to look sad and depressed, Brodo figured it was Ham Withdrawl. As you can probably tell, so far alot of these people have severe eating disorders and are all mostly fat and pudgy.

"Not one step further..."

"You say something Ham?"

"Mr. Brodo, not one step further... I's never gone this far from the Fhire before."

Brodo reached back and pulled Ham to him and stared a ridiculous stare of ridicule and hilarity (something along those lines, anywho).

"You have now."

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Sandalf rode to a place where he knew someone who could help them destroy the chip, but after hours of riding his Ponee he had arrived. A tower stood in front of Sandalf, it loomed over him and had a dark, rusted appearance.

The Tower of Buys-in-Hard

The Tower of Buys-in-Hard (From now on refered to as Buysin-hard) was once a Casino, the place was for those who could buy in a very high price to gamble. Remarkably, it survived the nuclear holocaust (Mostly, everyone in it died but machines still functioned.)

Smoke rises from the Tower of 38,
the Hour grows late,
And Sandalf the Stray rides to Buysin-hard,
Seeking my tonsil...

Out from the towers entrance emerged a man who had a long white beard, a greyish colored robe (it actually seemed like a bunch of moths), and a staff similar to Sandalf's... only that it emitted a redish color, instead of green.

"That is why you have come, is it not?"

"No, not at all."

"You come seeking my council then, my old friend?"

"Faruman..."

Faruman was a partner of Sandalf's, they were once in a group of five called 'The Hipstary' they had come from a Vault where the only entertainment tapes they had were of women and men from the 80's in hip clothing dancing to disco music... It drove them to a killing frenzy and only they survived the mass suicide inside that Vault, they were from the second generation of Vault Dweller's however, and were not from the Warring Era, they had all been mutated and their lives were prolonged.

They walked and talked about Lord House rising once more, but something that Sandalf did not expect had happened...

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