Hi all!

The Motive

This topic is dedicated to a collection of short stories by you guys, and hence is open to whoever would like to join.

The Premise

This allows all forumers who loved any of the [freakin' amazing] NPC's out there from any fallout o create their own story to them. And there are a LOT of interesting NPC' out there. Now, these being origins stories, the only rule is that you have to explain why that person is who he or she is. Besides that you could even write a deathclaw origin story about how they were made and why they are are so vicious. Besides that, knock yourselves out. I won't work on my story till later tonight so anyone can kick this off.

Oh, and remember, we're an accepting forum, so you don't need to be J.K.Rowling to post here, any skill is allowed, but don't be scared of compliments or advice!

This is an excellent idea.

Here's my short story. First fanfic posted ever. Also, english is not my first language so please be gentle...


Life of Gary.


The dark hallways of Vault 108 may seem abandoned to the the unwary traveler. If they had looked closer, or ventured further into the shelter they would have soon found out there are still people living in it. It would soon be the last they had ever found out, as the inhabitants are crazed clones of a man named Gary.

These clones cannot be reasoned with, and attack on sight.

Or so it is believed by the people that have heard about or survived an encounter.

What if what everyone believes, turns out to be untrue?

This is the story of Gary.



Gary woke up, startled by the door opening. Gary, the head of security, walked in, carrying a body over his shoulder. With a loud thud he dropped the lifeless body on the examining table in the middle of the lab. The head of security turned towards Gary.

‘ Gary!,’ the officer shouted. ‘Gaaaryyy’

Gary just knodded, showing the officer he had heard and understood the order just given to him.

‘Gary,’ concluded the officer, and walked out of the lab.

‘Fix her?’ thought Gary ‘How am I supposed to do that?’
Gary pulled his cart of instruments next to the table. Carefully he picked up a pair of scissors and started to cut the clothing the body was wearing. After removing the clothing he turned out to be very intrigued by this specimen.

‘remarkable! This specimens looks nothing like any I have encountered before! I know all outsiders are different than Gary but this one is remarkable, this one is nothing like Gary or any other specimen ever brought in,’

Gary took a sample of blood from the body and let the machine examine it. As the results showed up on the screen, his excitement grew.

‘Unbelievable! This specimen only has pairs of X chromosomes, I’ve never seen anything like this. This is the discovery of a lifetime! I must report this to Gary at once,’

Gary spend the rest of the day examining the body of the dead woman from the Wasteland, carefully documenting everthing he did and discovered. After he finished his work he sat back in his chair and looked at the clock.

‘Mother of mercy! 9A.M.? I spent the entire night working on this!’ Gary suddenly realized he was getting kind of tired and decided to get some coffee before he would see Gary to report his findings. He grabbed the report from his desk and left for the cafetaria.

Sitting at a table in the corner of the cafetaria Gary contemplated on his findings. He was certain this report would change the fate of all Gary in the Vault. If such strange mutations are abundant the scientific knowledge of all Gary would be enhanced. Perhaps they could even work together to get a strong community. Then again, all outsiders Gary have encountered responded by shooting at them.

‘Violent beings, these outside mutations’ thought Gary. Gary looked at his empty mug. ‘Time to report to Gary,’ Gary said to himself. As he stood up, his thoughts were interrupted by the screams of Gary and gunshots. Although not a fighter, Gary put the holotape containing his report in his pocket, and grabbed a pool cue from the pool table in the center of the cafetaria.

Carefully Gary looked around the post of the door. The hallway was empty. Step by step he ventured further into the hallway. It was quiet in the vault, the silence only broken by the occasional scream or gunshot.

As he took a turn to get to the Atrium he noticed a long haired person dressed in a strangely modified Vault suit.

‘That’s not Gary,’ thought Gary ‘but it is dressed as Gary. Maybe it wants to conversate with Gary,’

‘Gary?’ said Gary.

The personen stopped and quickly turned around.

‘It’s one of those mutations! And it lives!’ Gary became excited, ‘It must know Gary, because it is dressed the same as Gary. Sure the number on the back is incorrect, but if all Gary like Gary, this one must be friendly to Gary as well!

‘Gaaaaaryyyy Gary!, yelled Gary. Gary threw away the pool cue.

The Lone Wanderer raised an eyebrow, but never took her aim off Gary.

‘Why is it pointing a rifle at me? I mean her no harm. Wait, maybe it needs some convincing Gary means no harm,’

Gary quickly reached into his pocket, but never was able to get it out again. As soon as his hand reached his pocket, the Lone Wanderer pulled the trigger and shot Gary trough his chest.

‘Why did she shoot Gary?’ Wondered Gary, as he felt the life flow out of him. ‘I just wanted to give her my report,’

The Lone Wanderer reloaded her rifle. She watch Gary draw his last breath with a sad look on her face.

‘A damn shame he reached for his gun,’ she tought, as she turned around to explore deeper into the Vault. ‘He seemed less crazy than all others in here’

Well,okay

Veronica


There walked Veronica,on her usual path toward the 188.She was all ready for trading with the food merchants,soon,she got to 188,then she saw man,dirty,ruggeted,and with a scar above his left eyebrow. "Damn,that guy looks like hes been through hell and back." Thought Veronica.When the man came toward the Slop and Shop,he ordered a shot of Scotch,and he drank it down,then turning to Veronica. "Whats your problem? You lost or something girl?" He said rashly. "No,just wondering where you came from." she said kindly "Well whats it to you?" he replied harshly. "Well,you try and stand here all day and begging for food and water." she said to him,loosing her kindness. "Fine,but if you have a point,make it before im 90" he said.

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Elvis, you broke my screen

:brokencomputer: ?

This looks promising. I'm no expert on grammar or correct spelling, and giving it a quick glance I haven't found any obvious errors.

However, your spacing of the text and interpunction could use some improvement. They it is now makes it a wall of text, wich is not wrong, but a little uneasy on the eyes. Also, don't be afraid to use less comma's. Sometimes starting a new sentence is better than to continue one.

I took the liberty of spacing it out and loose a few comma's. That'll make it more readable imho.

Can't wait for more of this story by the way.



Veronica


There walked Veronica,on her usual path toward the 188. She was all ready for trading with the food merchants,soon,she got to 188 There she saw man, dirty, ruggeted, with a scar above his left eyebrow.

"Damn,that guy looks like hes been through hell and back." Thought Veronica. When the man came toward the Slop and Shop he ordered a shot of Scotch He drank it down, then turned to Veronica.

"Whats your problem? You lost or something girl?" He said rashly.

"No,just wondering where you came from." she said kindly

"Well whats it to you?" he replied harshly.

"Well,you try and stand here all day and begging for food and water." she said to him,loosing her kindness.

"Fine,but if you have a point,make it before im 90" he said.

I love the idea Ant1iv3! So here is my go at it.

Also this story is very dark and gruesome. Viewer discretion is advised.
Jericho

"So Jericho, me and the boys were thinking of attacking that settlement down by the river? You interested in coming, there should be some good loot." spoke Violet.
"You had me at good loot." Said Jericho with a smirk.
"Well you better get your gun cause were heading out pretty damn soon."
"Alright."

Jericho walked upstairs and into an old bedroom that seemed to belong to a child, now it was an armory. Jericho grabbed his Chinese Assault Rifle and 2x4 which was hammered with nails on one end, the ends with the nails was stained red from the blood of previous victims. After grabbing his weapons Jericho went downstairs to see that Violet had the group but together already, there was Violet of course, Stabhappy, Sting, and Murray.

"Alright lets head out!" Violet yelled calmly.
"WAIT WAIT!" Yelled Sting back.
"What!?" Asked Jericho with slight anger.
"I need to juice up man.." Replied Sting.

Sting grabbed a leather belt and tightened it on his arm, he then grabbed a thing of Psycho and injected it into his vein and then proceeded to yell "LETS DO IT MOTHER [censored]ERS!" Sting kicked the door to the Raid Shack open and ran out, the Raiders on guard in the yard laughed at the drug filled Sting as he tripped and went face first into an old car. "GOD DAMMIT [censored]!" Yelled the intoxicated Sting, luckily for him the Psycho also worked as a numbing agent so he hardly felt it. Sting got back to see that Jericho and the others were already leaving and quite aways away from the Raid Shack.

"WAIT UP FOR ME YA BASTARDS!" Yelled Sting as he ran towards the group. Sting caught up and then continued to walk with the group.
"Dibs on the smokes." Said Jericho.
"Goddammit!" Yelled Murray.
"If they have any Jet its mine!" Said Stabhappy.
"[censored] what does that leave me?" Asked Sting.
"You can have the wine." Said Jericho.
"[censored] off Jericho you know I hate that [censored]." Said Sting.
"No [censored] why do you think I suggested it ha ha ha!" Joked Jericho.
"[censored].."
"So what nobody cares what I get?" Asked Violet.
The four men all in harmony said "Nope."
"[censored] men." Laughed Violet.

The group continued on for about an hour, by then they were just outside of the town.

"Alright so heres the plan." Said Jericho.
"[censored] PLANS!" Yelled Sting as he ran towards the town guns blazing, the rest of the raiders followed Sting and also went in guns blazing. Body after body dropped to the ground from the Raiders bullets, Jericho sprinted towards a man who seemed to be in his fifties and swung the nail board at the side of his head, a sickening thud soon followed as the nails sunk into his head, blood sprayed onto Jericho's face. "DIE MOTHER [censored] DIE!" Yelled the Raiders. Sting aimed a gun at the door of a house and demanded that the person inside come out, or he would come in there and kill them. A young girl who was only a child opened the door. Sting aimed his gun up at the little girl... BANG.

"WHAT THE HELL STING!" Yelled Jericho he aimed his Chinese Assault rifle at him and shot him several times in the head, Violet saw this and aimed her gun at Jericho but Jericho shot her before she could he then shot Murray to death also, but Stabhappy was nowhere to be seen. Jericho walked up to Stings body, somehow he was still alive, "A child Sting. A CHILD! HOW COULD YOU!" He yelled with anger, Jericho then stomped on his head which finally put him out of his misery. Jericho was done with the raider life, done with the evil.

Good to see that this topic got interest from some people, and I'm sorry I haven't been here for the past month to monitor it and read everyones, but I have alot of catching up to do. Thank you guys for posting.

And give yourself some credit for starting the thread.


I'm looking forward to your story

Ant! WELCOME BACK! See how your topic gains popularity when you leave!

Nice to see you again, I make a short story myself, probably will. But one thing first...

...Elvis please edit your post, you shattered my screen, and the screens for most other people. Your text is far too long, most screens aren't that wides, thus the text appears off screen for some of us.

Other than that, I like the stories thus far, but I would space out that dialogue, Josh!

And Gunjaer your grammar is good, better than most people who have English as a first language. So count me as impressed, and your story was funny and easy to read, I liked it. You should write a fanfic, you would do good, I can feel it.

WooHoo! Excessive use of the exclamation mark in this entry!!!!

Thanks, that'll be coming soon, worry not.

Thank you Yttrium, I'm glad you liked my story.

As a matter of fact I am/have been working on fanfic for quite some time. I haven't posted it yet because I am too insecure about my skill as a writer and because write, rewrite, rewrite, write, rewrite and so on.

I'm pretty sure I will post it here pretty soon, I just need to be satisfied enough with what I've written so far.

Well you've already proved your skill, so no need to be insecure, but I look forward to seeing it

And Infantry, I think you could add some to the Veronica story, or make it some kind of series if your going to leave so short. My humble opinion.

The group of three smashed down the doors, M16's aimed at anything that was moving. At the time nothing was, but Allistair had already scouted out the place before he decided to take it over. Suddenly, a soldier looked to the side as he heard something rustling about off past the main desk.

"Ronny, look behind that desk, Fred, check upstairs." Allistair barked, hobbling over to the other stair case. He wasn't as young and youthful now, but if all went well, he'd have himself a permanent place to stay, and for quite sometime. In the meantime, his leg was killing him. Ahead of him he spotted a couple radroach's and emptied half his clip on them. From the stairs off to the side, he heard some gunshots.

"Ferals?" Allistair called out to Fred, ahe had already anticipated an encounter with them. "No, radroaches."

"Same here, lets head on through the first floor, but still no ghoul encounters. Allistair still had the feeling it was too easy, then he saw a door that led downstairs. Upon opening the door, him and Ronny exchanged glances, and with a nod, Ronnie went down the dark cryptic tunnels, with only a small radio on his shoulder connecting him to the world above. Allistair and Fred continued to the elevator upstairs. It wasn't until they had made it to the fifth floor that they encountered their first role rats, and the ferals didn't come until the seventh. After a pretty nasty skirmish, they had made it through to the top floor, the thirteenth.

Allistair smacked the zombified humanoid units eye, knocking out hits socket so it hang limply by its cornea, then kicked it to the floor and shot it in the face. He was down to his pistol in one hand with a bowie knife in the other. Fred didn't even have his pistol, and was losing blood as well as injecting stims.

"You okay Fred? We're almost done here."

Fred was heaving, slumped over on the elevator handlebar, but he nodded and sat himself up. They moved on, Allistair paging Ronny down in the sub-levels.

"How is it down there. Are you at the source yet?"

"These bastards are getting more and more clustered the further I go."

"Good. That mean's your almost there. You know what you have to do."

"I'm outta stims."

Allistair lowered his head, grimacing at what his comrade ha just said. He'd known Ronny for a while, and a death on his conscience wasn't what he wanted. He turned to Fred, knowing he wouldn't like what he was going to ask of him.

"Fred, can you run?"

"Yeah, don't worry bout me, I can manage."

"Good, haul your ass down there and help out Ronny. I'll sweep out this floor and meet you guy's at the bottom. He handed Fred the pistol he had and pulled out his trusty sniper, looks like he would need to pull out the showstopper for this one. Once Gustavo locked the subway entrance, the hotel would be theirs.

I already have a name for it, Tennpenny Towers. Yeah, I like the sound of that, Allistair thought to himself.

A very enjoyable and good story, ant1iv3!

Didn't realize it was Tenpenny until I read Gustavo had to lock the subway entrance.

Very nice.

Thank you, thank you. Now for yours!