((This story takes place ten years after Fallout three. The Enclave still thrive, but lie in secret. All that has happened, was just the main story of fallout3 , and no other quest. If you have read, -Wasteland Survival-, the roleplay, you will get who Richard is.))


The room is dark, and messy. A microphone and record player can be seen ontop of a desk, which is near a wall with words, -Radiation Radio-. A hand flips the microphone on, doing so for the record player a moment later.

Maybe, you'll think of me, when you are all, alone.

Upon further investigation, the room has alot many papers, and bags of chips all over the desk. It is in a rather poor condition, no lighting at all.

The hand shuffles through a leather coat, pulling out a box of cigars. He pulls a cigar, picking up a lighter and using it to burn the cigar. Turning his chair around, he looks out of a window, observing the outdoors.

The outdoors... a wasteland. Wind can be heard blowing, as the music echoes around the property of the man, a simple radio station.



A few miles away, is a city in ruins. And near that city is a sign, with worn out words, that say just one thing.


Welcome to Washington D.C.



Dreadcaller productions......

Back at the radio station, the man flips off the record player, speaking into the microphone.

Presents....

"Good morning, capiital wasteland. Richard here, giving you all the news you care about."

The tale of Richard
I

Very nice, is this just you right?

I hate the perspective. Is someone looking a window and writing stuff down? It doesn't appeal to me.

Btw, are you obsessed with Rp'ing Lone Mane? This is the second time you asked somebody if their going to do it alone or if you can join.

Looks like regular old third person to me. The difference you see (and don't like) is probably because he's writing in the present tense, rather than past tense.

No I'm not obsessed, just interested.

If i were to make one of these, sort of, 1st or 3rd person?

Whatever you see as the best way.

It's a script for TV or possibly radio. Maybe for GNR

Eileen

(( I may consider letting people into this, but that usually sways my plans off a little))

Your all alone, your all alone, your all alone, your all alone, your all alone, your all alone.

"Son of a bitc-! I am not alone!" the man hit the record player, flipping it off a few moments later. He spoke into the microphone.

"Did you hear that wastelanders? Its saying im all alone! HAH!" Richard let out a chuckle, blowing some smoke form his nostrils, "Lets see, I am far from alone. I am surrounded by raiders, mole rats, the occasional Talon Company when I am out there, and all of you guys! All alone my @$$!"

Richard set his feet on to the table, "Resources up here at the radiation radio station are all crispy! That car, is almost completly repaired! I am probaly going to start digging into the ground, so I can get some oil some time this month."

Richard chuckled, "Ok, so I hear every now and then, when I am in Megaton, these people going, 'Look, its that crazy guy on the radio!' or 'Hey, isnt that the weirdo trying to fix that car thing?'. Well, I love you all to!" Richard coughed, choking on some nicotine, "God dammit! You know, when I one time went to Springvale Elementary, I saw a poster saying, dont smoke, its bad. I bet the person that put that up there, was not expecting a @$$load of missles to drop on his head in the near future heheheh."

"Anyways, time for some wastelander news."

"The enclave, is still hold up in Raven Rock. None of there bases, have been occupied in the last few years, and as far as I can tell, the only connection to the outside world these people are getting, is those deathclaws and eyebots! Be sure, if you see a eye bot, to blow that damn thing up! Show Colonel Autumm, that we the wastelanders, are NOT going to take any [censored]!"

"Afterwards, burn the pieces, raise your middle fingers high in the air, and shout, 'FU-- YOU, AUTUMM! WE DONT NEED YOUR PROTECTION!', then go get a drink or somthing! Anyways, I am going to be out of the station for two days, so go listen to Three-Dog! When I get back, I will have all sorts of stories to tell you about Talon Company ambushes, kicking slaver @$$, and avoiding the super mutants! Love you all!" Richard flicked the switch, looking out of the window.

"Well, another day, another dies."

Trudging through the wasteland in nothing more but his leather jacket and the jeans he wears, Richard yawned. Earlier that day, he had taken ALOT of sugar bombs, which explained why he was so hyper earlier. But now, he was focused on his job. Not to go deliver some letter to a family member in Rivet City. Not to go help Megaton with some kind of water leak. No, he had a job that was beneficial to all of the wasteland. And that job....... is to kill what kills.




Chapter One: The Hunter


Richard looked up into the bright skies of the wasteland, hoping to see what he read was called a cloud. Of course, usual clear wasteland sky. Yawning, the radio broadcaster slash exterminator sat down, many guns visible on a belt. The man needed a rest, fatigue having built up on him.

He pulled out a bottle filled with clean water, drinking some, then putting it back in his jacket. Looking to some hills west of him, Richard spotted Fairfax Ruins. Smiling, he slowly began to stand.

"Time to go on a cleansing..." Richard muttered to himself, walking toward the town, pulling out two pistols from his belt.

***

"Ai boss, this damn town is getting dull!" a voice shouted from a rooftop, to a woman. The woman smirked, long black hair hanging to her cheeks covering tatoos. Blue eyes were visible upon her face as she pursed her lips.

She shouted back, "Oi, after our scouting party gets back, we will go play with our favorite Outcast!"

A cheer could be heard from the rooftop, the cheer of a hungry raider.

"FINALLY DAMMIT!" he shouted down to her, kicking a can off the roof into the streets of the small town. "I get to shoot something besides these mole rats!"

She chuckled, "Aye...." then looked the other raiders in the town over. They were all placed mainly in upper tower positions, equipped with snipers and rockets. But others patrolled the town, assault rifles in most of there hands. The girl smiled at how well they obeyed, as long as they were promised great reward.

Her name was Claire, and she had been leading these raiders through the wastelands for months. Being sent out from Pitsburgh to go get more 'meat', they had done a succesfull job. Oh how simple it was, to just raid random settlements in the wasteland, kill the old meat, raise the young, harvest the perfect. She looked a heavily guarded office building over, that being where she decided to have the cattle be held in.

The clothes she wore, a brown shirt and black pants, seemed rip apart from endless days of walking. In her hands, she held a Chinese Assault Rifle, and on her back was a strapped shotgun. Life.... was perfect....

((Please provide suggestions that will help me in making stories, so that I can improve how it goes later on.))

ur really good, kept me entertained :goodjob: keep em' coming :hehe:

While a good premise and story, you're using your grammar incorrectly:/ check your puncuation.

((Will do. Thanks for the feedback ))

Just a little criticism, the broadcaster's personality is very similar to Three dog's.

There will be a big reason for that.))

Richard woke up a few hours later, yawning. He raised his wrist, looking at what the pre-war lives would call a 'watch'. "Eight-Twenty?" he muttered to himself, looking up at the now night sky. Richard was surprised at the fact no wild life attempted to make him wastelander stew. Then again, Richard did remember being very great with animals ever since he was a boy. Yawning, the hunter rose, gazing at the ruins of Fairfax. Camp fire could be seen in some of the buldings and on the streets. Richard took notice of minor movement, and voices coming from it.

"Raiders no doubt..." Richard muttered, pulling out two pistols from his belt and walking to the ruins. "Looks like I will have a story."

***

Claire stood in the streets of Fairfax, looking her men over. Through out the groups travels, they had all proved there loyalty to each other..... almost all anyways. There were a few instances where Claire had to make a example of what she does with fools. Assault rifle now strapped to her back, she digged into her pocket and pulled out a cigar box.

"Lets see...." she muttered to herself, opening it up to see with much disappointment, no cigars left. "Bloody hell, Rick!" she shouted to a raider sitting by a campfire, "Do you have any cigars?"

Rick looked back to her, short hair visible on top his head. He seemed to hesitate before replying, "No Claire, I do not have any cigars on me. You smoked them all!"

"Dammit!" Claire muttered to herself, not having a good smoke in weeks. "Im about ready to kill for somthing to smoke..."

***

As Richard came closer to the ruins, he made sure to stay in the shadows, and near the rock walls. He kept his two pistols out, his jacket blowing in the night wind. Then, as Richard continued to creep across the rocky terrain, he heard voices.

"Aye, Mikey! What say tommorow morning, we go play with those outcast?"

A more staticy voice spoke, seeming to come from the exact same spot of the first, "I already suggested that to Claire. The bloody scouting party needs to get back before we can leave these fu$#ing ruins!"

Richard took notice of the staticy voice seeming to come from a radio. Taking grip of the rock wall, he began to climb silently.

"Ugh, I swear to you Mikey, there dead!"

"Hey, I am not the one giving the orders bud."

This went on for a good while, as Richard climbed. Once the hunter reached the top of the rocky wall, he took notice of one raider with a sniper near him, speaking into a walky talky.

((Anyone know any other freaking name for those! That just sounds... childish.))

Richard slid his guns silently into his belt, pulling out a small, but sharp knife instead. The shadows were on his side as he creeped closer to the raider, raising the knife. The raider continued to speak into the communicator, completely unaware of his hunter, just the way Richard liked it.

The raider turned around suddenly, pulling out a pistol and setting it to Richard's chest!

"Think your so sneaky, don't you little peace of shi-?" The raider said, dropping the communicator as he pressed the pistol harder onto Richard's chest.

Richard smiled, "Well, I know this isn't Herbert Daring Dashwood, but still."

"SHUTUP!" the raider said, backhanding Richard with a gloved hand.

Richard slowly turned his head, staring the raider dead in the eye, saying calmly "You dont want to do that again. Believe me you dont."

The raider chuckled, "Or what?" he said, slapping Richard again.

Richard sighed, turning it slowly once more, "I warned you....." he quickly grabbed the barrel of the pistol and pushed it upward, kicking into the raiders knee! He followed this with a punch to the raiders left cheek, then right cheek, followed by a fist to the jaw! The raider began to emit a howl, but The Hunter showed NO mercy, bringing the bottom palm of his hand to the raiders nose!

The raider stared at him for a moment, blood trickling out of the nostrils, then collapsed. A voice emitted from the communicator, "Mikey! You ok man?"

Richard lifted up the communicator, speaking in the voice he heard the raider he just killed speak in, "Yeh. Just another mole rat that got to close to me. Look man, I gotta focus right now. I will talk to you later."

"O....ok Mikey."

Richard turned off the communicator, picking up the sniper rifle the raider had near him. The Hunter kneeled down, setting his eye to the scope.

"What shall we see?" Richard muttered to himself, observing Fairfax.

((I have to do this! Ok, this will be one of those funny reports that Richard plays on his Radio Station ))

And now.... A word from Billy, the Molerat!

[[Many kids cheer as a man dressed in a Mole Rat can be heard walking on a stage. If you are wearing a pip-boy, you can see this happening in black and white.]]

"Hi kids! Today, we are going to talk about violence! Now as you all may know, violence is all around us!"

[[Billy walks to a canvas.]]

"So, the first form of violence we are going to talk about is, GUN VIOLENCE!"

[[Billy pulls one of the papers up from the canvas. The picture is the Bloody Mess perk picture.]]

"Ok children! As you can see, guns are bad! So, remember, always have many stimpaks, and some good combat armor! And hey, if they are nice enough, have the Brotherhood of Steal lone you some Power Armor!"

[[Cheers from the crowd of kids!]]

"Alright, now lets discuss people you want to stay away from!" Billy says as three people dressed as raiders walk out.

"Oi, what do you mean people Billy?" one says, moving a gun around. It turns out that they are REALLY raiders.

"Hey Joe! Round up these kids!" the third says as the first shoots Billy the Molerat to death.

((K done lol. You will see how Richard gets the video on peoples pip-boys later on.))

It's not bad, I just dislike the present-tense use.

Hmm...Nice...Needs a bit of polishing but in due time I'm sure it will be alright. That's what constructive criticism is for, right! Vercun out!

Richard set his eye on the scope of the sniper. He observed the ruins of Fairfax carefully, looking for any points he could hide behind, any buildings close enough for him to jump from one to another, any cars he could set off to make Raider Roast.

"Lets see what we hide." he whispered, looking the outskirts over first. He spotted five Mini-Gun turrets surrounded around the perimeter, each one guarded by two raiders.

"That could come in handy." he said to himself, spotting a few cars in the streets. Then, something caught his eye. It seemed to be the mix of a truck, and a train. Some sort of vehicle Richard noted.

"Lovely." he then began to look the inner area of the ruins over, taking note of bonfires with.... human meat? "Disgusting peaces of crap." Richard muttered, counting down infantry, positions, and anything else that could help him.

Setting the sniper down, Richard began to organize a plan of attack. "Lets see.." Richard said, looking at one of the Mini-Gun turrets. "That could help, if I could just.." Richard then spotted a field of grass, which just by luck happened to go from the area near the hill he was on, all the way to the Mini-Gun.

Richard could always snipe them, but that would reveal that he was within the perimeter, and there were MANY raiders that wanted Richard dead. No need to give them more reason.... yet at least. Richard looked the two pistols on his belt over. They obviously were not going to do in this situation. Looking to the corpse of the raider he killed earlier, Richard spotted what appeared to be a assault rifle.

"Perfect." he said with a smile, picking it up and walking to the field of grass. He set himself into a prone position, and began to crawl toward the direction of the Mini-Gun in the south area of the Ruins.

***

Claire sat inside one of the offices in Fairfax. With her was Conner, a close friend of hers.

"Aye Conner, have any smokes?" she asked him as he fiddled with a strange device on his arm.

Conner let out a laugh, seeming to be watching some sort of series of pictures on the device.

"CONNER!" Claire said louder, her friend now looking up from the device.

"Heh... Sorry, what did you ask me Claire?"

"I asked. Do. You. Have. Any. SMOKES?" Claire said, irritated.

Conner sighed, "Ran out of them at that underground bunker, where I got this thing!" he said, waving his arm infront of Claire's face for her to see the device. "See it? See?"

Claire grabbed his hand and twisted it to the side, "You feel that?" she said above his cries, "You feel pain? That is the pain I feel in my ears when you annoy me like that!" The raider leader let go of her friends wrist, leaning back on a stone pillar that held the roof of the office up.

Conner rubbed his wrist, "Sheesh lady, get a sense of humor." he muttered.

Claire just gave him a glance, "Get some self control. We arent little kids anymore."

Conner yawned, walking out of the office, "Sure what ever." he shouted as he shut the door.

Claire let out a sigh, "What have we come to?" she asked herself before closing her eyes.