~ What is man? A miserable little pile of secrets - Andre Malraux ~ "The Human Condition" (1933)


(California 2255, 25 miles from The New California Republic, the G.E.C.K is active and the world is slowly changing... or not...)

"Alright, looks like fresh meat boys!" Despair was one of many things the wasteland thrived with, along with hatred, ignorance, and most of all.. greed.. "Wait! Please! I'm just trying to make it to NCR! I....I have credit there, I can pay you, all of you, just please don't touch me!" It was just a matter of time before humanity destroyed itself, Einstein himself having shared the same theory upon witnessing the power of the atomic bomb. It is war that we as human beings are addicted to by nature, be it the stone age, Bannockburn, or even WWII. In combat, technology, and power we have all evolved; but one must always remember that war never changes. "Heh.. We'll let yah go, Honey, when we finish with ya!" Laughing like jackals the voices of the local ruffians filled the air, swallowing what hope remained until only their immoral and twisted trademarks of cruel sadism remained. The young woman looked no older than 19, yet her redish locks and innocent hazel nut eyes knowing all to well what the beasts before her were capable of doing. Dressed in a yellow jumpsuit the girl appeared to be an engineer of sorts, the bold "NCR" logo on the back of the uniform noting that she must have had a government contract in the city itself. "Just leave me the hell alone! You...you--... Bastard!!!" Replied the young lady as she reached for the 10MM pistol that resided in the hidden holster of a wrench pocket. "Not so fast, [censored]!" Said the leader of the small group, his bare chest and leather pants only adding even more ridiculous fashion taste as a pink mohawk along with matching eyeliner did not suit the heavyset male at all. His cronies stepping closely behind him like maggots to the rot as the young woman slowly backed further into the remains of ancient motor vehicles, rock, and sand... A scavenger hunt gone wrong it would appear..


It was at this point a third voice would breach the air. "Well, that just doesn't seem to make any sense to me at all. I mean in most cases the individual with the gun is most likely going to harm the unarmed person; at least that seems like common logic." He appeared almost out of the dust of the wastes itself, a young man looking no older than 25. An aged Vault suit with the bold yellow digit of 77 bright across his back, a perfectly intact vault suit appeared completely unharmed making it quite valuable. His hair appeared to as if defy gravity and physics with its comical bright blond, not to mention its absurd shape that looked like something out of the old Captain Cosmic advertisemant boards still left in the wasteland. Stepping closer to the raiders and the young girl would reveal the overzealous pistol that hung from his left leg, a marvel to the eyes it was, looking to be at least 25MM from the size of the barrel with a handle thicker than a desert eagle, it was childish that someone would ever dream up such a useless weapon. "Whaaaat?! Who the F*** are you?! I don't remember calling in the clowns, Son! Chasity grease em!" Grinning like a cheshire cat the female raider was quick to charge at the young man with an open switchblade, only to quickly receive a hubcap to the forehead, nocking the tribal-like fighter out cold. " There you go, you really shouldn't leave things laying around like that, someone could get hurt. " Stepping in front of the girl this bizarre looking individual would stare at the man who was twice his size with a friendly smirk not looking intimidated in the slightest.


"You stupid little [censored]... Chasity was my best girl, guess I'll have to make you my new [censored]!" Rushing towards the blond headed young man like a grizzly bear the giant raider would swing his heavy hammer only to miss the young man by a near inch, the young woman jumping out of the way of the blow in the process and hiding her head in the sand refusing to see the bloody results. CLANK! "Uhhh...uhh...Ohh..Uhhhh..." Bent over the Vault suited wanderer with one of his blue clad knees stuck in his crotch the giant pink haired raider slowly slumped to the ground in ungodly pain and defeat. "That was your fault, not mine, not the girl's, just yours... I hope that you're alright and that you can get your apology to this girl sometime tomorrow, but until then I suggest you remain where you are." He frowned, as if he had simply chastised a small child, his eyes watching the remaining raiders run off into the distance with their tails between their legs; no doubt going to hurt someone else in the future. "Little girl ?" Turning around with a broad smile the young man would frown once again to see that she was no where to be seen, as thanking another in the wasteland was an abysmal act to most. "Oh well, you're welcome."

Reaching down the young man would reach for a small brown satchel, swinging it over his shoulder as he seated himself against the hood of an eradicated highwayman... Life in the wasteland was about to change.

(I feel the wasteland is the perfect setting, as all inhabitants must face it from time to time... Please feel free to join and create a unique storyline in the aftermath of Fallout 2 as any sort of character that you wish. As long as it suits the universe than you are more than welcome.)

(((OOC: Are we to continue the story? Is the Vault dweller your PC in the RPG? Basically, how do you want us to attribute?)))

(( You can play any sort of character you can imagine as long as it suits the universe. my character is a vault dweller but is not to be mistaken for the Chosen One from Fallout 2; as this session is meant to create a "What if" to the after math of Fallout 2. We know that with the use of the G.E.C.K that the world has changed quite a bit, and the NCR is quickly becoming most of the state of California. Since The brotherhood of steel has made a bit of a come back from their non-hostile methods and devotion to science perhaps steel knights once again inhabit the west. You could be a survivor of the attack on Vault 13 and the the last remaining intelligent Deathclaw, you could be a raider, other vault dweller, a brotherhood soldier, or even Ian's great grandson should you find it interesting. All that I am trying to do is create a role-play set in the near future after the Enclave's defeat in Fallout 2. ))