First fan fic attempt...

Found inside a fire-proof safe somewhere in the Capital Wasteland by one Lone Wanderer.

Maybe its the liquor talking or maybe, as I face the end of the world Ive finally become a thinking man, but I'm feeling compelled to write down my last few thoughts for no particular reason. Its not as if anyone's gonna read this [censored], but hey not like I've got anything better to do. After Jenny left with my last dollar, the car, and my pride and joy Jack not much else mattered and that's when this drinking habit of mine got really bad. Although it ain't all bad least I'm not being forced into one of those vaults. I swear Vault-Tec is a bunch crooks and creeps, I wouldn’t trust a single product they make, and most certainly would not trust them to protect me from a nuclear holocaust. So Ill just sit right here and watch the bombs fall.

Now I know I should be feeling scared or desperate or maybe even crazy like so many of the people out there, but I’m simply in awe. Of awe of humanity as a whole, how everything we’ve created in our few thousand years of recorded existence can go up in flames in less than a day. In one day we will see everything we once thought important destroyed and turn to dust. In one day the whole of us will become equal again, money, status, race, religion, none of it will matter, these things created by humanity to ease our few years on this earth will become irrelevant as the world returns to a time before humanity.

Some people are seeking solace in the fact that they will go to their almighty reward after their eventual demise, but isn’t religion a man-made device? Something created during our time here in an effort to explain why we’re on this earth, created to quench the human need to make sense of it all. What makes humanity so special above our ability to reason and to think? I think we’re just at the end of our time nothing more, nothing less. All those pressing issues in our lives seem like petty squabbles now on the big picture of it all.

We were all just animals looking for a way to make our trip through life just a little bit more pleasant. I see all these people trying to make sense of it but I’m not looking for very many answers, just one, What was the point of it all? The point of the wars, the point of our existence, the reasoning behind some of the more horrific times in human history, why did we have social classes, why was one man above another? None of it makes sense to me, most people are saying that the end of the world, that this Apocalypse, doesn’t make any sense, but to me it’s the only thing that truly does.


My second fan-fic letter hope you like it, pretty similar to the first but it has some different view in it. Hope you like it, again any positive criticism is welcome.


They say the bombs are beginning to fall across the country, I’m guessing it’ll take em’ some time to reach here, after all it’s not like were near anything of too much importance. I don’t have time to reach the vault I paid a fortune for a spot in, and without a family to spend my last moments with, there isn’t any real reason to leave my office.

Heh, it seems like I have spent my life building my fortune and legacy in this high rise building and now I’m going to get to end my life here. Pointless really, I mean the money; I devoted everything to this company and what? In order to see it crumble to the ground with the rest of the world? I thought the money brought me power, I thought it had brought me happiness, but mostly I hoped that the money would make people remember me when I died, so much for that. I could’ve done something for this world, made it a little better for people other than myself, I got caught up in the rat race and ended up running right off a cliff. I feel so clich? for writing this, but the only thing I’ve got to leave behind is my regrets of what now seems like wasted time.

Deaths a funny thing isn’t it? It can make your idea of whats right and wrong, whats worthwhile and all of your values change. It can bring people down, and lift others up, but then again an apocalypse is different. There’s no one left to mourn your passing and you can’t feel fulfilled with your life of good deeds because who’ll remember em’? So maybe I did play my cards right, maybe just making myself happy was good enough now that I see what my end is going to be.

[i]Reports just came in, Washington’s gone no doubt the bombs are on their way to Manhattan. Looks kinda majestic doesn’t it? Like shooting stars carrying dreams of all those who have or are going to die colliding with the earth in one tremendous beautiful explosion. Maybe those vaults will carry the next generation to build up the world again, or maybe this is it for Earth, either way, have a happy holocaust.

Well, it was good. But you don't have to open a new thread every time you make a new letter. Just put in the reply part of your first

What Shadow said...

And that was great, I really loved it; you capture the essence of what someone would be thinking in a holocaust.

I suggest maybe next you write something from a teenagers perspective? Not a teenager that is obviously not wanting to write a story but a teenager that's had a hard life and is quite intelligent perhaps? :shrug:

Either way this was great and I'm gonna read the next one.

Edit:Realized first thread got closed so i moved my first one here and this will now become the main thread for all of my Letters.

Working on one from the eyes of a 16 yr old, thats how old i am so i should be able to get the perspective down right.

Damn I wished I thought of this idea before you.

Well done though.

These are really good hunter. Keep em coming :goodjob:

another rough copy im going to add more but its a bit late for me, hopefully flesh it out a bit more tmrw.


[i]The day my father had warned of had finally came, the day when the world we knew would be swept away by bomb blasts and corrupted by lethal radiation. It all seemed so surreal when we first heard the news of the first launchings from somewhere in Asia, exactly which country fired first, no one knew, it didn’t really matter because like a bunch of thugs in a gang fight every country threw themselves into what would come to be called the Great War.
We were one of the lucky families who made it into a vault, a tiny city built underground meant to keep humanity alive, at least long enough until the radiation from the bombs had worn off. Upon hearing the news we started to gather our prepared suit cases and began to head out of D.C. to our vault some 15 miles away. It was my father, my mother, Alex (my sister) and our Lab-Retriever mix, Apache. As we entered the streets it seemed as if the steps to hell had opened up right beneath Pennsylvania Avenue. Pandemonium was setting in and people were grabbing everything they could from the stores, the owners weren’t even interested in keeping their wares protected after all whatever wasn’t taken would be obliterated within the coming hours.

We were headed to the subways when we were told that it was now closed in order for vault space owners to travel to their respective locations , when this news hit people began to push against the metal bars hoping to overtake the armed national guardsmen, up front I noticed women holding their children being crushed by the primal mob behind them. The survival instinct of the people had set in and men and women began to lash out at those around them,it didn't matter who was in their way they were the only thing in the world that mattered/

We continued on foot passing looters, burning cars, doomsayers, and families carrying everything they owned hoping to find a safe refuge from the madness. We passed our priest who was engaging in a mass prayer on the steps of the church, some of the doomed wept but many, with their solemn gazes, simply stared at the cross at the top of the church; “How could the lord abandon us in this time” said one of the middle-aged men in the group, others offered up the same question with hopeless almost angry tones. I knew that god had no say in what was happening at this moment, sure he was there when we strayed from the path, there to guide us back on the “right” way, or there to forgive us when we gave in to our desires, but this time we had done much more than strayed. We had gone and bombed the path until there was nothing left for god to lead us back to.

We still had a ways to go and not much time to get there, my father then reduced himself to that same primal instinct i had seen back at the subway station. He pulled out his .32 and shot a man who was climbing into a nearby taxi, my sister and I looked on with terror as our father became another crazed member of the mob. He forced us into the cab and started to speed towards the road leading up to the vault. We arrived just as some of the last families were entering. Climbing out of the car we encountered a seen far worse than that in the city. A mob who viewed us as the only thing standing between life and death. Many held out money to my father in exchange for either me or my sister’s spot, my father told us to keep our heads down and continue to the big vault doors marked with a large yellow 101. Fights broke out amongst the doomed and some of the vault-spot owners, in the fray i saw a small child pleading futilely to their father to stop screaming and fighting.

As we approached vault admissions a large flash appeared in the sky and the masses of people awaiting entrance to the vault or awaiting their own death looked to the sky. Hundreds of bombs were falling across the sky, I heard some desperate crying and others were simply in awe, but one man’s words brought a tingle to my spine. “Well it’s been a good run, look at all we’ve done”, this stranger was right. This was the end for humanity, everything we had done for thousands of years were to be gone in a matter of hours. But what an amazing thing we were leaving behind, i almost felt as surge of pride for humanity. I felt as I was standing with the entire world looking at the coming doomsday and in one moment among the madness we were all equals, all of us were part of something greater than our family, our country or our social class, we were humans. The same people who had built the pyramids, fought for independence, discovered new worlds , invented languages, computers, electricity, , and had conquered new frontier upon new frontier. We had been apart of a species, that was going out by displaying the greatest show of power ever to be seen. I pondered this as we approached the doors, but something wasnt right and something that i had feared the whole way here had come come to fruition.

The doors were closing capacity had been reached, like many of those outside my father had reserved spots only to be denied access on doomsday. My father banged on the doors until his hands bled and yelled until his voiced strained to make a sound. We were going to die with the rest of the world, and strangely i was okay with that. As I looked up what I saw became emblazoned in my mind, the end of the world had come,and everyone had become strangely calm,I saw mother's calming their children, and men I would have feared on a normal day were brought to their knees, it was almost serene to see so many people just looking to the sky as the lights streaked towards the ground. No one spoke and no one dared make a sound above the faint weeps of a some,standing there quietly like an captain going down with there ship . The last thing I saw was a bright flash of light above the city, I thought it might be angels coming to save us, ascending to heaven with those who were worthy before the nuclear holocaust. But something in my mind told me I was wrong.

Hunter!

You've still got it mate! I swear, I thought Bandits of Cyrodiil was good, these letters are beyond that. And you're only 16? Impressive. You've definitely earned a spot in the Guild my friend. Contact me immediately for the exacteries.

And for the critique. You know the usual; minor spelling errors I'm sure you're aware of due to lack of time and sleep.

Good work! Keep going.