» Wed Dec 02, 2015 12:03 pm Here's the first post, introducing the setting. It's sort of...written in the first person:
History has been dimmed by the dark shadow of human existence for thousands of years. The ancient world was forged by the sweat off a slaves back as the whip cracked him back into service; even the Pyramids were erected by the souls of tormented foreigners sworn to work by the whim of another God. Slavery isn’t an ancient method, hell, we were even utilising it right through until the 2070s, with the invention of the “Mr. Handy” domestic robot. Automated, yes, but programmed to take our abuse and orders for its entire existence. But 150 years later...Mr Handy robots litter the ground, with only their drained flamer tanks left as a remnant of this once loyal machine.
Pity. Without someone to follow our every command, human life was forced to adapt to be independent; to live life without aid from a collared friend. Yet, in the ashes of Dallas in the year 2220, a band of 5 men recovered artifacts from a pre-war Museum: “the Texas Heritage Museum”. There they found a gold mine of untouched books, free from missing pages or scorch marks that would usually leave a book of that age unreadable. The men used these books as a gospel of their new ideology; a restoration of a southern Confederacy. Preaching their message in every small town in Texas, they soon built up support in the span of 3 years.
Their band of 5 soon became 1000, and grew year on year until masses of people all joined as one under the banner of the “New Confederate States”. When the Enclave heard word of this growing force in the south, they seized an opportunity to rid the wasteland of Mutant kind, and then deal with the southern folk later. Funding the NCS for a fully operational army, with pre-war ranks, the Enclave sat back and smiled as the men and women of the NCS began to purge the wasteland, state by state of Mutants; either killing them on the spot or bringing them into slavery. This was the New Confederacy’s prime directive; to utilize the strength of a super-mutant to tend the land and the longevity of life of a ghoul, so they could serve a southern family for generation after generation.
The year is now 2227, and the NCS have branched to New Mexico. Yet from this campaign, little did they know that they were only recreating history, unaware of the consequences which happen when you tamper with good luck for too long. Because War. War never changes.
My second post, with the details of the main faction:
The NCS are a faction, born from the ashes of Texas 150 or so years after the demise of the United States of America. The deep south before the war wasn't too different from what it is today; a violent and vast landscape, living under the shadow of its past. After the bombs dropped, what was Texan heritage soon became a distant memory for a century; mere ash under a wanderers boot. No one knew what their ancestors achieved or what consequences fell for the fools of the past; therefore allowing History to simply...repeat. It took 140 years for Texan heritage to finally be discovered again, yet it was interpreted in a very different light. The books the Texan men found in the old ruins of the Heritage Museum within the debris of Dallas had been preserved in air tight safes, and were free of any damage. They told stories of slavery through race, how the men of the past used to utilize the black man to work for the white. They learnt of a great war that swept across pre-war America, known as the "civil war", which didn't entail any use of nuclear bombs or automatic weaponry. Enthused by these books, the Texan men soon went to spread the word about these tales; teaching of a nation that had never been born. A confederate America. The men knew that they couldn't enslave humans by race, due to the fact that they saw human kind as equals among each other. What the Texans did not see was equality through mutations, for example the Super Mutants and ghouls. The idea was that if the men could gather enough people in Texas to start a single confederate state, they could start a process of enslaving Super Mutants and Ghouls; in hope to ease the lives of the southern people whom had already suffered 100 years of strife. The Super-mutants could easily plow fields or build houses where the ghouls could serve a southern family for generation after generation. Yet the Newly founded Confederation were soon matched by force. After learning of the methods of the NCS, the Mutants and Ghouls within Texas became very hostile, and decided to band together in groups and started to raid settlements of humans in hope that their slaver parties would soon cease. They were wrong. Studying the books they had found, the NCS organised their nation with an army and a ordered government to be founded. Once Texas was unified by the NCS, a president was soon elected, senators and congressmen selected and Generals nominated for the New Confederate State Army. President, Marshall Lander was elected as the President of the NCS in 2224, and is currently serving his first term in office. [/size]
The fast growth of the NCS gathered the attention of the Enclave, whom were soon willing to provide military advise and funding to expand the Confederations territory, yet only did this through the secrecy of specially selected agents. They soon built up an army of 4 regiments: The 1st Infantry serving in Texas State, 2nd Infantry serving in Louisiana, 3rd Infantry serving in New Mexico and the 4th Infantry serving in Alabama. The New Confederations uniform differs between the role; a regular service man wearing blue pants and a grey tunic and an officer usually seen wearing a red coat. Weaponry is usually stocked and issued with aid from the Enclave, with most of the NCS either using military grade assault rifles or using hunting rifles.[/size]
And finally, the story about Vault 7, also written in the first person:
In 2077, the great nation of the United States of America was brimming with a paranoid populace who were devout in the sense of knowing that their doom was soon dawning on the horizon. For a lucky few, a smiling man in a smart fedora paid a comforting visit to families who were granted a place in underground bunkers known as “Vaults”. These “Vaults” were made by a pre-war company by the name of “vault-tec”, but I’m sure you’ve been told that story a hundred times over. In those fortified tin cans were hundreds of humans being subjected to “Vault-Tec’s” maniacal experiments. Now I’ve heard tales of Vaults where out of 1000 people that entered, there were either only one man or woman, but I’ve only heard that from travelers who were already bumped up on chems. But if you asked me what the most [censored] up Vault I’ve ever heard about, then I’m glad to tell you it’s a story a little closer to home.
Vault 7 operated like any other vault. People came in, they ate the food and drank the recycled piss water. For most, that seems an ideal existence regarding your previous habitat is now an irradiated [censored]hole; simply counting the days, months and years until you’re released back into the upper world of America. Yet Vault 7 was told something that would change their very identity forever. The clever folks up at Vault-Tec thought they’d see what would happen if they told a community of people that when they emerged back onto earth’s soil, they would no longer be citizens of the United States of America. They’d in fact be Chinese. Distressed, some of the more “patriotic” vault dwellers wanted to take up arms and make battle with the Chinese when the vault opened once more. The community was soon divided, between those who wanted to act against a Chinese regime and those whom followed the overseer in the belief that they would stand more of a chance of survival if they simply learnt Chinese customs. And being the resourceful people they are, Vault-Tec had already organised an entire library of books and holotapes and reels of film that educated the dwellers on how to integrate within Chinese society. They raised generations of dwellers whom learnt Chinese as a second language. As the days ran up towards the scheduled opening of the door, many dwellers became stressed and were driven mad by the prospect of being slaves to the Chinese. Many hung themselves within their residences, some even tried to overthrow the overseer by banding together is small pockets of resistance throughout the vault which tried to either target the overseer or his family. For a week there was constant bloodshed, which can still be observed today; the people of New Mexico haven’t quite got into cleaning the place up yet, they say there’s ghosts down there. When the door finally opened and the steam cleared from the hole that lead unto their future, the dwellers whom looked upon it with wide eyes awaited this first contact. From what I heard they saw an armada of trucks accompanied by a sea of scientists and dudes in hulking armored suits people used to call “power armor”.
Yet these guys didn’t speak no Chinese.
The voice of these posts are of my characters, a ghoul named Horris. That's...that's about it. Apologies for the poor font and what not.
