I woke up to Bessie Lynn singing while she was cooking. I sat on my cot and said cheerfully, "Smells good, Bess."

She looked back and said, "Ah thanks, hun."

I got up, put my pants on and grabbed a clean t-shirt. I slipped my old combat boots and looked at Roy who said coldly, "You little maggot, I told you not to leave the door unlocked!" He grabbed a police baton and hit me with it.

I replied in agony, "Sorry, Roy, I was hunting for some more food."

Michael came over and said to Roy, "Com' on Roy, hes only seventeen, and hes a smoothskin, give him a little credit."

Roy shook his head and said, "Kalarn, pack your bags..."

Bessie gasped and covered her mouth.

I asked curiously, "Why, Roy?"

He said, "I been talking with Michael, and we think its time you stand on your own two feet."

I rose a brow and saw the look on his face, Roy wasn't kidding. I packed three t-shirts, three blue jeans, and a 10 mm pistol, and 48 rounds. Bessie came over to me and whispered, "Sorry, you been like a son to me Kalarn, but you got to go, Roy said so."

I grabbed my bag and got out of Warrington Trainstation. I looked back and seen Bessie crying, but she waved. Now I live in the wasteland, I need to find a home, I was lucky they took me in as long as they did, but now, its back to finding a new home. If I can get to Rivet City, I can talk to Flak and Shrapnel, some old friends of mine, get a decent gun, some ammo, and hopefully some grub. The thing I think I will miss most is Bessie's cooking, she sure can cook good.

OOC: You will find out why he lived with Roy and his ghoul gang in later chapters.

This has potential. Why dont you ever post like this in rps dude?Creative and what not?

Afraid im gunna screamed at for "ITS TOO FARFETCHED WAY TOO UNBELIEVEABLE!!!! ONLY A NOOB WOULD WRITE THIS COMPLETE CRAP!"

I looked out at the wasteland, and saw some rag-tag wastelanders coming near me. I squinted my eyes and saw they weren't wastelanders, but raiders! I unzipped my bag and pulled out my 10 mm pistol and started shooting. One pulled out a hunting rifle, which shot me in the leg, one pulled out a baseball bat, and one pulled out a .32 pistol. I shot back, rapidly, and luckily I killed the one with the hunting rifle. However, the one in raider sadist armor which held the baseball bat, got close and slapped me in the face with it. I tasted blood, a taste I haven't remembered since I broke a tooth on Bessie's Molerat Pie, she forgot to take out the teeth, I bit into it and my tooth broke. I shot the raider with the baseball bat in the chest and watched her fall to the ground.

Then the last one shouted, "Prepare to di--" as I shot him.

I looked at my leg and ripped part of a t-shirt off to tie around the wound. I spit out a tooth and said, "Damn, that woman can hit."

A little time passed as I walked, my head ached, the sun was searing hot, this was home...

I couldn't see the trainyard anymore and thought, "Roy found me, so long ago, I was only 7, a yao-guai had just nearly bit my arm off, and I had burns from plasma."

As I walked the minutes passed. The bag felt heavy, my hair was dripping wet with sweat, my shirt was soaked with sweat. Finally I blacked out, the heat had taken its toll on me...


Edit: P.S. You will also find out why Roy took the nearly-dead 7-year-old in later...

Ahh dude, you should let your imagination go. Just as long as your guy doesnt turn into a demon and stuff, it would be alright. Way better then just those two liners.. I like how this story is going by the way.

Anyways, this isnt like the World of Warcraft forums. We treat eachother well and help eachother out... maybe you can try rejoining Vault 118? I would gladly give you advice as you rp.

... Good work man, a couple of grammatical errors, but nothing serious.

Good to see you doing some fan-fics over here as well, Zalphon. Keep up the writing, it's starting to improve :goodjob:

Better than average. Excellent


Better than the two liners I have come to recognize.


There is redemption for you in the world of fan fiction. WRITE MORE NOW.

And join back in Vault 118 if you want, then I can change your status to not eaten.

Im not into FO3 RPs as much as TES ones and im already in a few and don't wanna get into too many because I may mix them up.

While I was out I had a dream, Bessie was making my favorite meal, Yao-Guai Steak, with Ice-Cold Nuka Cola, and Instamash potatoes. When I awoke I seen a man who had grayish-white hair, and was african american. He said to me, "Wake up kid, I don't have all damn day!" I was half-tempted to tell him to shut it, but I didn't.

He then added, "The name is Church, Doc Church."

I asked curiously, "Why am I here?"

He said, "A wastelander brought you here."

I walked out and seen a city made of rusty metal, a man in a sheriff's hat, a man with an eyepatch with a little girl following him, an odd sort of people. The man with the sheriff's hat came over and said, "Greetings, Wastelander."

I asked curiously, "Who are you, Sir?"

He explained, "Lucas Simms, Sheriff and Mayor, when the time calls for it, of this town here, called Megaton." I looked at him for a second and thought, Megaton huh, wierd name for a city, but, its a nice place to make a pit stop.

I questioned, "Where is the local trader?"

He pointed to a building near the saloon and said, "Wasteland Supplies, ran by Moira Brown, she has got quite a stock, but I will warn you, she is a bit odd."

I thanked him. Then I traveled to the shop and entered, I seen a man in leather clothing with a chinese assault rifle. Then I seen her, a thin built woman, she looked about twenty to twenty-three, and then she said it, "Hey, your the new guy in town."

I replied, "Umm, yeah, I need some supplies, heard you were the local trader, what do you have."

She looked at me like I was stupid and said, "A little of everything!"

I told her, "I need some meds, water, food."

She pulled out some syringes, a few bottles of water, and some radroach meat. She then said, "That will be two-hundred and seventy-five caps."

I asked with serious curiousity, "What the hell is a cap, a bottle cap from nuka cola?"

She giggled and said, "Yeah, its the currency out here."

I told her sadly, "Alas, I have no caps."

She gave me the items and said, "Pay me when you do."

I smiled and said politely, "Wow, thanks!"

She just nodded. Now I need to get to Rivet City I thought, I left Megaton and started walking, my life was getting unique, first I pass out in the middle of the wasteland, wake up in this place, and now I have got to walk to Rivet City. Shrapnel better be there, or else I'll castrate him! I hope Rivet City is still standing, the last I talked to Shrapnel was eleven years ago.

Your doing a good job. Although, you said "Wastleland Supplies", when it should've been "Craterside Supply". Just a little detail I thought i'd let you know for the future readers.

I kept walking, darn I forgot how hot it was. The wasteland sure is hot, I miss the trainyards, the darkness, the cold, its too hot here! I then seen it, a giant beast, with horns, claws, and really big teeth! I seen a wastelander shout, "Help me with this deathclaw."

I just ran past him and didn't look back, the giant thing was more vicious than a yao-guai hopped up on psycho! I looked at my boots which were wearing down rather fast in this scorchingly hot heat. I sighed and thought, "I need some new shoes, perhaps I could purchase a suit of leather armor, and maybe trade in this old pistol for something a little more damaging, Roy always used normal guns, I want to use laser and plasma weapons. Well I better stop daydreaming, as I have learned this place is getting more dangerous by the second.

I wish I was back home in the trainyard, Bessie would make me some grub, probably mole rat stew, fix my boots, and give me a shot of med-x, or as they used to call it morphine to help the pain. I really need to stop day-dreaming. A few hours passed... I seen Rivet City, and grinned, Shrapnel would be there holding a laser rifle, some microfusion cells, some stims, and some armor. I walked up the steps, got the bridge, and heard Harkness yelling, "Stop!"

I shouted back, "I am here to see Shrapnel." Harkness nodded, and I walked across the bridge into the giant boat they call "Rivet City"...

thanks

I walked into the market and seen all kinds of people, especially chem junkies... I seen Shrapnel and Flak, darn Shrapnel was getting old, I remembered when his hair was as golden blond as the sand in the wasteland, now its dullish blondish-gray. I waved to him and said, "Hey, you old coot, how you been!"

Flak pulled out a gun and put it to my head and said, "Speak to my associate like that again, and this 10mm pistol will launch a bullet straight into your brain."

Shrapnel said to Flak, "Don't worry Flak, this is an old buddy of mine, we used to hunt together."

I grinned and said to Shrapnel, "Well man, you've gotten old, and after those twin yao-guai got us, I almost died, but a ghoul and his friends saved my sorry hide."

Shrapnel raised a brow and said, "Well, Kal, its been so long, I know you miss your old hunting rifle, Beast-Slayer, but I sold it, so how about this, I will let you have any weapon in my inventory, except the plasma weapons, the fatmen, and any of the big guns."

I pointed to a laser rifle and said, "That one, I been wanting an energy weapon."

Shrapnel grabbed it and handed it to me, he then threw me 250 microfusion cells, and I said to him, "Thanks man, oh and about those deathclaw creatures, stay away..."

Shrapnel chuckled and said, "I never leave this ol' boat."

I laughed and said, "Probably wise, Shrappy."

Shrapnel chuckled, "Get outta here man, bring me home a real trophy."

I grinned and got out. Rivet City used to be the place I hung my hat, me and Shrapnel were best friends, he even let me live in his apartment, now, hes just another guy in the wasteland. I exitted Rivet City and thought, "Up north is a place called the Pitt, maybe I should check it out, probably find a few friends..." So I started walking north...

Anyone reading this, please critique.

Love it, Love it! :clap:

I finally reached a train tunnel which had a sign "To the pitt", I got on the train cart and started going. When I arrived, I seen slaves, and some slavers. I said to the slaver, "How much for the slaves?"

He responded, "Not for sale, already sold, just waiting for the client, all except the kid."

I asked, "How much for the kid?"

He looked at the kid and said, "The little brat, five-hundred caps."

I rose a brow and said, "Give you a fully repaired 10mm pistol for her."

He looked at the slave-girl and said reluctantly, "Sure."

The girl was only a few years younger than me, she looked fourteen at most.

The slaver grabbed her by her brown hair and said to her, "Get over here, Samantha!"

The girl cried as the slaver grabbed her hair and she was thrown at me. She wimpered, "Please, don't hit me..."

I said to the slaver, "See ya, man."

The slaver nodded and shouted as I walked away, "Come to the pitt for all your slaves!"

Samantha was shaking with fear as we walked, I comforted her, "Its ok, im not here to hurt you."

She had a collar around her neck, not like the ones in paradise falls, but it was a leash. I said to her gently, "Hold still, Samantha."

She stood deathly still as I removed the leash. She looked at it and hugged me and cried out, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

I held her and said, "Lets go..."

She shook her head and said, "No, that place is bad!"

I told her, "Don't worry, I am here now..."

We started walking across the bridge, a long one with mines, but we walked...

seems pretty good looking forward to the next chapter

Actually, I have one grouch with this story. The way your writing it is starting to hurt my eyes... Because your mixing between writing in past, present and future tense. You need to either stick with past, or present tense. Otherwise I really won't be able to read anymore when I want to.

We finished walking to the end of the bridge and a bullet was fired. I shouted, "What the hell!?!?"

The raiders came down and grabbed Samantha, and said to me, "This slave belongs to Ashur, she is his personal play-toy!"

I looked at them, filled with fury. Then I felt a tranquilizer dart in my back. Everything turned black... I awoke in a palace, I seen a man in special power armor, and he held a leash in his hand, connected to a collar around Samantha's neck. Samantha was almost completely nvde, only allowed her bra and panties, she wimpered, but because she made noise she was hit with a billy club. I tried to attack, but was held back by his guards. I shouted, "You arrogant, disgusting, vile, scum bag!" Ashur had his guards whack me with the billy club.

I was forced in a kneeling position and Ashur said calmly, "Listen, you can either work for me, or I can have you made a slave."

I sighed and said, "Work for a swine like you, never!"

He stuck out his fist, and then turned it over and it became a thumbs down. The guards knocked me unconsious once again and I woke up in the Pitt's slave area. The slavers were using baseball clubs, switchblades, even assault rifles to get the slaves to work harder. I asked the slaver, "Where can I get something to eat?"

She smacked me and said, "You want food, maggot, you better earn it, now I hear we have an opening at the steel mill. Most slaves who go their die, but I got faith in you, get your ass over there, or else you'll see pain."

I headed to the Steel Mill, and entered, these strange humanoid creatures with brownish skin were feral, I had to sneak past them. My goal here was to collect steel ingots. I found the first six all together, next to a dead slave. As I wondered around for a few minutes I had all, but one. I seen the last one I needed, but it was guarded by these weird creatures. I had to fight it. I snuck over to it, put my arm around its neck, and put it in a headlock. After a few seconds, it was unconsious, fortunately, I had a clear run to the door, and gave the ingots to the millmaster. He gave me what the slaves called an "Autoaxe". I grinned as I walked to what looked like a vending area. Indeed it was, the slop drudge gave me a bowl of slop, I swore I saw something moving, but I ate it nonetheless.

I heard the slavers shout, "Bed time!" I found myself a nice, dark, alley and slept...