Warning: May contain possible spoilers for Fallout 3

Day: unknown. Year: 2277

Choices... Lord knows I’ve made my share of choices, some bad, some good, some forced. I’ve had a lot of time to think, and sometimes my mind wonders to places it shouldn’t. Flashes of the Overseer lying on the ground in a bloody pulp disturb my day like the silence. I don’t remember the shot, just the weight of the pistol in my hand and her tears. How could I be so cold? Do I have any shame left, or is it as desolate as the wasteland?

This week, I did discover a ray of light inside me that still connects me to humanity. I’m not like the raiders who murder, [censored], and eat their victims. I’m different. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.

How could my father force me into this position? I could of had a simple life with the Overseer’s daughter...

Anyways, I find its not good to dwell on the past, so about that ray of sunshine. Well, I ran into a dog that showed me a kindness I all together had forgotten. The days aren’t so lonely with him by my side. He helps me scavenge goods and allows me to bounce ideas; I'm even beginning to think he understands me. He’s a good dog, and I call him Dogmeat. I know stupid name, but hey, the world is full of stupidity and sometimes it's stupidity that gets you out of a mess.

Day: I’ll call this day, Monday. Year: 2277

I’ll call this day Monday. Why? Cause Monday sounds disheartening, like someone mourning. And I mourn. Probably why I have a drinking problem. Doc told me I need to keep things sober for awhile. Life just aint meant to be seen through sober eyes. Just the other day I looked at the bullets in my chamber and thought, "I only needed to pull the trigger, and I’m set free. Just pull the trigger..." Heh, that's where being sober gets you.

Well the day started off when I ran into some people dressed in power armor; they call themselves, The Brotherhood of Steel. They say their trying to make the world a better place. I say were a disease that needs to be re-nuked, and this time do it right. But I fell into their hype and even fought along side them, me and Dogmeat anyways. They took me to a radio station, one of the few active voices in the world. They say their fighting the good fight.

Everything was going good till this huge overgrown human came bursting into the scene. I remember someone screaming, "Its a Behemoth;" it's a wonder what radiation can do to the genes. Well, I panicked and lost my cool, but it charged straight at me. I didn’t know what to do, but throw a few grenades in hopes of crippling this monster. I can still see Dogmeat flying through the air. He looked almost angelic in that moment, with the blinding light behind him. I talked to him, and slid my hand through his damp fur, but he wasn't moving or breathing.

"Good job," they tell me. Yeah, keep it sober, what a joke.

Day: Does it matter? Year: 2227

Damn, stupid dog. Oh well, I guess one day were here and one day were not. Nothing to it, really, it's just up to the moment of death that scares me. The fear of dying in one of those abandoned houses with the skeletons of lovers holding each other, frightens the hell out of me. Matter of fact, I prefer to sleep outside; a nice light sleep in an open space. Nothing frightens me in the open, but when the walls surround me, when I can smell the old memories of a place, I want to tear them down.

This week I decided to take a break searching for my Dad, and just tried to forget about my dog. But I get restless staying in one spot to long, so I agreed to help a lady get a message to her family. Not that I need an excuse to visit the Wasteland, I like it in the big grey open, people understand me there; especially with a little whisky runnin through me. My travels ended up in a small settlement built on the ruins of a major highway. Turned out that the lady’s father and mother had been murdered, and her younger brother had been kidnapped. It's a pity her parents died behind such ugly walls.

I thought about calling it quits, but couldn't leave the boy to his fate. And plus, I needed a good fight. I needed to feel someone’s bones give under my fist. There’s just something about the spilling of some good ol’ blood, and the taste of iron in your mouth. The blackness of rage. Makes me feel like the world might be alright after all. But the kidnappers were just some wannabe vampires. Wasn’t much of a fight, more like a massacre. The oddest thing happened though, the kid I came to save grew angry when I told him about one of the vampires being worm food, or something. The bastard pulled a gun on me and shot me in the leg.

I don’t kill kids, but if there is a God he has to forgive me for that one; it was a matter of life or death.



(Feel free to post journal entries of your own character's travels.)

Best intro I've seen for a story in this forum yet. Great job with this so far. You sure do have some talent.

I'd give you a nice full review, but I need to read something for my Literature class. Maybe I'll find some extra time tomorrow.

Cool, thanks man. I'll have to write some more as my character traverses through the wasteland.

Please be sure to.

Like it mate, well written.

*The vault...all I know...all I knew anyways...it's all over...Amata and everyone else in the vault is dead...I wish I was dead... but I need to pull myself together and finish what I started...

Whenever, 2277: I came across a small settlement today... I got shot at...again... life isn't working out the way it should have, assumingit was supposed to work out differently. The Overseer...Amata... they should be alive right now. I should be WITH them right now. But they're gone, everyone is gone. And as far as I can tell, I may as well be gone too.

Friday?, November 25, 2277: Iv'e decided to start my own calender to keep track of when things happen, though maybe it isn't best to remember the days iv'e been here, or what iv'e done. I'm not proud of what iv'e done, or why iv'e done it. I'm starting my calendar on Friday, the day of my last recorded birthday. I think I had been 17 that day. God knows how old I am now. Maybe even he doesn't know. Maybe he doesn't care. That's what it looks like to me.

Saturday, November 26, 2277: I came upon a Raider settlement today. Poor bastards. I gunned them down without a thought. I'm beginning to feel the stress and the strain of Wasteland life. Iv'e lived here for what I assume to be years and I hadn't realized how brutal life can be here. The Raiders...oh my God save their souls...their victims were torn apart and chained to everything. I just sank to my knees and prayed for them, I knew it was already over for them though.

Tuesday, November 29, 2277: I haven't written in a few days. Iv'e been to depressed to write. I'm keeping this short and am about to give up hope. I think i'm somewhere near the Jefferson Memorial. I see some sort of large ship or building, I don't know. I'm going to explore the area more throughly tomorrow. I miss vault life...

Wednesday November 30,2277: Today has been the best day of my life since I left the vault. There is a whole city here, called Rivet City. Iv'e talked to some of the scientists here, Dr. Li says she has seen my father recently, she says he went to the Memorial to the West. I'm going to stop writing until I finish what I started, find my father and bring justice to this wasteland people here call home.

loving it

Yay, another update. I think there's too many ellipses in that little thought-bubble though. Oh well, it's not that big of a deal.