So! After reading some of the excellent work up here on the forums since the last time I wrote anything... I figure I'll give it another go and see if I can't stick with it this time. This time around, the premise of the story circles around Paradise Falls... and the slavers who live there. Because of the very dark, grim nature of the Fallout 3 universe... I feel inclined to warn any potential readers ahead of time.


This story is dark.

This story is graphically violent, sometimes...

This story deals with advlt themes, sixual suggestiveness, drug use, slavery, and anything else which might be deemed 'Fallout Lore'. While I do my best to keep the nature of these things from becoming too intensely graphic... or in some cases make nothing but an allusion to them... there is always the chance that someone, somewhere, will not think I have done enough.


Use your best discretion when reading this. If you find that the imagery portrayed is too intense for you... please... do not feel compelled to go onward. I understand that the grim reality of a post-nuclear apocalyptic world is not for everyone... and will take no offense if you don't like it.

That being said... if you like what I've done so far... please... comment!

Comments, critical insights, constructive criticism... all of those things are more than welcome!

Flamers, trolls, and other miscreants shall be ignored, wholesale.


And now! Without further ado!

Our Feature Presentation:

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Taking Paradise
The Downfall of Eulogy Jones




Introduction: Three-Sixty


I've wondered a long time why they still call this place Paradise Falls.

There ain't nothin' Paradise about the place... not for the slavers... and sure as hell not for the slaves.

Sometimes I think men like Eulogy Jones just appreciate the irony. Eh, doesn't matter, anyways.

Been that way for two hundred years now, I hear... don't reckon it'll change any time soon.


Right then. My name is Three-Sixty...


They call me that, because Eulogy used to say I had eyes in the back of my [censored] head. I watch... and I see everything. That's probably why he trusted me to guard the slave pens, and not that useless sack of [censored], Forty. Second in command... feh. Screw 'im. The only one in command of Paradise Falls was Eulogy Jones... anyone else was just tryin' ta stay outta' onna' them collars. Some of us were slaves, ourselves, originally... me an' Bad News Delilah were actually born in this hellhole. Sometimes Eulogy would see that you were strong... or that you were just the right kind of sonova[censored] to do something he needed. Me, I killed onna' Eulogy's lackeys back in the day, what thought he was gonna get his way with my mum.

I still grin like a fool when I think about the sound his neck made when I snapped it... about the way everyone stared at me as I picked up his gun and pointed it right at ole Eulogy Jones. And then with that same grin, I handed it right over to him... an' I told 'im that nobody touched my mum, less they was good'n ready to meet the Lord... and went back to diggin' a new squattin' hole for the slave pen.

I never saw Eulogy Jones laugh like that before. He just laughed... and laughed... and then he spat on the dead man, and looked me in the eye an' said:

"Son, you got the biggest [censored] balls I've ever seen on a slave. What are you... five-foot-nothin? You just snapped a fully-grown man's neck without so much as flinching. Hmm... I might just have a use for you, kid. Don't go anywhere."

From that day on, I'd decided... I was gonna make Eulogy Jones my new best friend.

Ain't nobody ever messed with mum, after that... I made sure of it. Eulogy had me outta the pens during the day... helping out around the camp, occasionally even running the bar... stupid [censored], really... to see whether or not I tried to make a bolt for it. Instead I spent my day watchin' those unwashed bastards circle 'round the pens like it was a feedin' ground. There were a coupla' girls who went willingly... I ain't never stopped 'em from keeping Eulogy's boys distracted...

...but once in a while onnuv'em would get it in his greasy-haired little head that he didn't -want- willing. That's when I stepped in.

The first one I put down... that rat-bastard Forty's old man. Hahaha!

He had it comin'... the man was a thorn in Eulogy's side... and one sick [censored], to boot. I found 'im back in the slave house with Delilah, had a knife to her throat and her raggedy dress half torn off. The man never saw me, though... no sirree... I just came outta nowhere and yanked him off that poor girl... and I stabbed him with that knife of his 'till there weren't nothin' but bloody pulp left of his chest... till someone came by and took the knife away.

Momma says that this violence is the devil in me... says I got it from my old man.

She says my old man was a mean sum[censored]... used to make his livin' by huntin' an' killin' settlers out west. There used to be a group of raiders, called themselves the Khans. After they got themselves crushed, a buncha smaller groups sprung up all over to take their place. My pop was onna' the leaders of onna them smaller groups... an' he was damn good at it, too. Women and guns and blades and burning and killing... Lord Almighty... he was on the straight track to hell. Mum was onna his 'girls'... kept 'em around to amuse him, an' warm his bed.

He weren't real pleased to hear mum was carryin' his bastard offspring... so he sold her off to a traveling merchant... who 'venchally sold her off to Eulogy here at Paradise Falls.

Back out West... my old man is prolly either dead... or too busy killin' an' pillagin' ta be wonderin' about what happened to his kid. I ain't really vexed none 'bout it, though. He ain't never been a part o' my life. I ain't never really wanted 'im to be. Works out well for the both've us, I reckon.

But lookit me... ramblin' on like that.

I ain't even gotten to my story, yet... an' its one helluva story.

Its not bad. Not at all. There are a few things I would like to point out though.

First off, the way you portray the character is.... Interesting. The way you write is also clearly talented.

But it did come up a little short, even for an introduction, although he was only introducing himself.

It is a good change from some of the other Fan Fiction posted.

I would suggest not having the story, if you are still questioning writing it or are still working on it, circle completely in Three-Sixty's narrative, unless your dedicated to it. Periodic check in's to let the read know who is telling the story would be alright. The story of Paradise Falls is not fully uncovered yet, and I am sure there are a few other people who could be included.

Remember these are just my opinions to give you some advice. I would be interested in reading some more. Good work. Hope you keep it up, we need some more creative writers with different viewpoint's in this forum.
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