OKay, so I've just gotten done playing 10+ hours of Fallout (don't ask me how I did it or why, but for some reason I have the jitters), and after that overhaul of badassery, I simply had to tell people about some of the things that happened. THen, I realized that others might turn off their consoles feeling the same way as me with no specific place to share it. So, I decided to make a thread in which we can ALLL share our cool/funny moments. I'll do one for right now. And, for the sake of validity on the forums, we have to tell it in "stoooory moooode".

I do realize that this has happened to pretty much everyone, but that wasn't until after I wrote it, but relive it and enjoy anyway!

There I was, at the New Vegas strip. Ahead of me stood the blaring neon sign "WELCOME TO THE STRIP", and littered on the ground were tire-made barricades. Two securitrons patrolled on the bottom, while two were up top, on wither side of small ramped catwalks.

Weird, I wondered as I strolled on through towards the gate, why are there so many securitrons patrolling the way in?

I was smiling from ear to eat, looking at the lights on the top of the Lucky 38 tower, giddily awaiting entrance like a child at a carnival, then a voice struck me. "Submit to a credit check or present your passport before proceeding to the gate. Trespassers will be shot."

"Woah, there buddy, no need for the hostility," I replied. "I don't know where to get a passport, and what do you mean credit check?"

"Admission to the strip requires an official passport or proof hat you are carrying the required minimum balance. These policies prevent less reputable persons from entering and ensure a good time will be had by all who enter the strip."

I was devastated. Here I was getting my hopes up about cheap booze and good women--or the other way around ehh?--and here I was being stopped in my tracks by some robot telling me I was too poor and uncivilized to enter. The worst part about it was, I had more than 1900 caps. I sighed and began to back away, and almost turned into another fellow who looked worse than me running for the gate. He was dressed simply in Brahmin-skin overalls, and he looked to be on some kind of drug because his skin tone was the same as the gravel beneath his feet.

"Hey!" I called out to no one in particular. "That guys the same color as the ground, how come he's about to get in." But then something quite shockingly sad happened. The man who was running (and mind you he was only a couple feet from the door by this time) was suddenly assaulted by the two ground securitrons. They blasted him to pieces, leaving his arm separated from his body and his body riddles with ammunition.

"Oh," was all I could manage.

* * *

About a day later I was back, and I had over 2000 caps. I showed it to the robot and he let me through. Finally, I was headed in, but then I stopped as I noticed the dead man from before was still there. The body its self was enough to startle me: I wasn't used to seeing dead bodies in town that weren't a product of my own hand. And then, the fact that it hand't been moved was another factor.

I swallowed away a mixture of disgust and contempt, and decided to do the lefty thing before I stepped foot on the strip. I lifted the body up, and dragged it out of the main walkway, then walked over and grabbed what was left of the arm and did the same. I didn't want anyone else having to step over te body, and what was worse, the NCR drunks tripping over it. The blood, I decided was too much to get up, so I left it there. As I walked through the gates I silently said a prayer that one of the robots would slip on it.

Heres one:

New Californian Patrol

I walked with my squad along the broken up highway. My squad leader was holding a M-14, slung over his shoulder. The rest of us carried M1-Garands. One of the men walked next to the woman of our patrol

"So lets get leave together, we can go to Vault 21, fool around." He said, grinning. She giggled and nodded her head. A smile lit up on his face. As we reached Sloan, a crash of thunder shook our world.

"Wow." I said, looking up in the sky, rain was starting to fall. Suddenly, I heard a slow growl.

"Sir, what was that?" I asked my squad leader

"I dunno sir. I dunno." He said. "JENKINS! WATSON! CHECK THE BUILDINGS!"

Two men ran ahead. They reached a courtyard

"All-OH [censored]!" One cried. I heard a cry of agony and a large growl. We slammed against a car and the squad leader peered over the hood

"Oh [censored], its a deathclaw. Johnson." He pointed to me "Throw a flare."

I grabbed a flare and threw it. It landed infront of the deathclaw

"Oh crap, its a alpha." He said. "Open Fire!"

We burst into a array of fire, which only angered it more. It ran over to the car and flipped it over. It crushed the squad. I started running, running fast. I didn't look behind me. I heard a low growl. I tripped over a rock and tumbled down a hill onto a puddle of green water. I saw a skeleton of a Powder Ganger in it.

Once I was traveling that stretch tween quarry junction an black mountain, making my way to NV ya know. Well being where I was you could say I was a might skittish cause of the places rep. Skittish, is that the right word? Its kinda like I was near wetting my pants but do not wanna embarress my self by just outright proclaiming that.

Ehh anyway lets just say I was moving at a brisk pace when all of a sudden I started hearing voices just over a ridge a bit behind me. Now I will be the first to tell ya I am not the sharpest knife in the kitchen, but boy I can still cut when I need to. So lickety-split I got myself hid in this little depression behind some scrub and not a moment to soon neither, for just as I hunkered down three of them super muties came strolling down the path. Man they was big too and I figured my number was up cause wouldn't ya know it theystopped right next ta where I was a hid. Lucky for me I was not the object of there attention or I surely would not be hear to tell you what I saw which went something like this.

The first mutant just all of a sudden halts and throws out his arms blocking his comrades movment, then began pointing at the ground while shouting in a voice that shook the very ground "STOP... look on the path dat look like deadclaw poop!"

Well the second mutant,who was a little bigger than the first I might add, tosses his hammer down advances to the spot and drops to all fours over it where he begins inhaling deeply for a spell before standing back up and yelling back " Maybe you right, it sure smell like da deadclaw poop!'

So finally that last mutant of sheer monsterous size moves up to the other fellows and begins stirring the steamy pile with a sausage sized index finger. Then he inserts his finger into his mouth swishes it around a bit, spits, and screams in voice like thunder " Yep dat deadclaw poop for sure, it good thing we no step in it!'

Then they all just nodded there heads and continued on there way.

Heh I was so scared I ran all they back to Goodsprings, True story.



(great idea for a tread there Ant mine was well just for humor but I really liked yours and hope to see more like it)

sigh no longer an fanfic virgin I feel so dirty

That really happened? What mods enabled all that?

So here I was again, walking with my buddy Boone, headed on over to Vault 34 because it was said to be scary and mysterious and the such, when I take a glance at my Pip-Boy and realize there's two new red blips. I nervously glance back at Boone, who had his rifle at the ready now. Judging by the blips movement on my compass whatever the enemy was was right above the next hill. I slowly advance up it, then freeze, realizing I needed to pick a weapon. I'd currently had a .44 Magnum which was probably more than capable of handling it, but when I peeked my face over the edge and realized it was Big Horns, I realized I needed a big gun to match.

Now, they weren't the first to attack, but I wasn't willing to take any chances, I've only encountered one wild herd before this and it was honestly a blur as to how it started, but it ended with a head rolling down the side of a cliff. I had my grenade launcher at the ready now, and tried to get the jump on him with my Vault Assisted Targeting System, or V.A.T.S, shooting even though there was only a 54% chance of hit. My luck had been bad with the grenade launcher in the past, and I had hoped this would change it. It didn't. The shot sailed past the initial target, but blasted one further away. It ended up doing limited damage to the first and crippling the second (which I hadn't even known was there, and didn't want to fight). Now the Big Horn was facing me, about ten yards out, so I fired another round of my launcher, disorientating it, but not bringing it down. Its eyes were fixated on me now, and I was out of launcher shells, so I pulled out my newly scavenged power fist to test it out. It was a gutsy call, but I was prepared. Just as the beast was ready to charge, BOOOM! A shot rang out from what had to have been Boone's rifle, 'cause the Big Horn's head exploded right before my eyes.

"WHOOOOOO!" I yelled in both shock and awe. That wasn't the first time Boone had gotten a glorious kill, but it was the first time in a while, and the best to date. My celebration was cut short by the fellow Big Horn, who seemed to be pissed that I just took out his friend, and his horn was dropped. I could hear Boone reloading now. "Save your bullets," I said, bracing for what was to be done. "It's my turn now."

The bull charged at me, closing the gap between us, and I reared my arm back for the knockout punch. Just as the bull closed in on me, I swung my power fist straight down in between its horns, and it fell instantly at my feet.

"Yeeeeeaaaah! Hell yeah," I cried, ecstatic at my accomplishment. How many could honestly say they tangled fist to horn with one of these creatures. I triumphantly put my hands on my hips and surveyed the monster now dead before me. I nodded at Boone, who replied with the usual nothing, but it didn't matter. I finished off my celebration with a dignified teabag for good measure.

Don't ask me how I knew what a teabag was.

After scavenging the lonesome dusty building of the Nevada Highway Patrol Station, I was just cleaning my Fire Axe of blood when something jumped into my view as I walked out the door. After the object didn't appear after a while, I continued along my merry way to Nipton.

Suddenly, the brown object caught my eye again. This time, I had a better look at it. It appeared to be something long and shooting from the ground. Whatever creature it was, it appeared to be trying to jump out of the ground. I noticed another similar creature along with the first.

Suddenly, without warning, the creature launched itself straight from the ground and vaulted into the sky, along with its companion. Though I didn't get a good look at the creature, I could tell it was sandy in color and had many legs.

Later, on my travels, I noticed a wounded Jackal Gang member fleeing from some unseen enemy. The terrified man was running for his life in no particular direction. He was cowering away with his hands shielding his head and neck as if someone was throwing something at him. Looking into the sky, I saw two dots come into view. As they neared, I realized they were the creatures from before, with the same sandy color and many legs. They came tumbling out of the sky, hurtling straight for the Kackal member. one pummeled the ground with its body only inches from the man's heels, and the next missed as well.

The man exclaimed "Holy [censored]!" Before running off into the dry lake.

(This story occured as a glitch in the game. The 'creatures' I happened upon were actualy Bark Scorpions who had their dead bodies clipped through the terrain. For some reason, the bodies were trying to reposition itself out of the ground, and in turn they broke free into the sky.)

All the mods I used for that scene was Nevada Skies, A armament mod, The NCR Mod, and that flare mod. In theoretical, no it didn't actually happen. I led the patrol to Sloan, I pissed off the deathclaw, and it blew up a car.

"So I had been working very closely with the Brotherhood for quite some time, tracking down dead paladins, running messages to their scouts. Hell I'd even hunted through the old vaults in the area, tracking down old tech for them to fix up their bunker with. After they'd gotten themselves up and running again old McNamara handed me this old key.

"Thanks for all your help." He says to me. "Here, this opens up one of our old bunkers. It's yours for as long as you want to use it."

Little did I know the old bastard was trying to kill me.

I headed down there, looking to check the place out. It was OK. Maybe located a bit closer to Black Mountain than I'd have liked and I'd have liked it more if it had been better stocked. But on the whole I couldn't complain. I had a couple of beds in there, so Veronica and I had somewhere to sleep. Also, the door was sturdy enough that I didn't think that I have to worry about Powder gangers setting themselves up in my new home.

So anyway, I'm there checking out my new bunker and I decide it's time to explore a little, you know? Check out my surroundings. I'm heading downhill from the place when I spot what looks like an old house in the distance. There seems to be a lot of old digging machinery around it and some kind of tanker parked outside. Seems almost untouched. I remember thinking to myself. Lets get down there and check it out.

So I get down as low as I can and start creeping towards the place and I'm almost at the door when I spot it. A [censored] deathclaw, headed right for me. Then I realize it isn't alone. There are almost a dozen of them, all charging right at me. At that point I believe I soiled myself and dived I into the building.

A couple of seconds pass and I start to believe that I've escaped, 'till two of them just walk right in the door. Lucky for me, I was wearing my displacer glove. An amazing piece of pre war tech that I liked to call Pushy. Before the 'claws had time to react I had dived across the room, punching with all my augmented might. When they were dead, closer inspection showed them to only be juveniles. Explained why I killed them so fast I guess.

I could hear Veronica across the room from me, she was peeking through one of the windows and hysterically whispering to herself. "They're still out there, still out there waiting. They know they've got us trapped in here. They're just toying with us now. They know there is only one door." She looked at me, nothing but blind panic in her eyes. I don't know why I did what I did then. Maybe her terror was infectious, maybe I was trying to kill myself before they got bored of waiting and attacked... I don't know. But I started taking every chem I was carrying and I mean every chem. Hydra, Buffout, Slasher, Rebound... The list goes on and on. But it was the Jet, that was the last thing I clearly remember.

I huffed that and everything went red. Next thing I'm ripping the door open and charging outside. The details are kind of hazy after this. I couldn't see right so I blindly lashed out at anything that came close. I remember being hit. God, do I remember being hit. But I was so strung out on everything that I'd taken that I just carried right on fighting. When my vision eventually cleared and I was able to get my bearings, I realized I was completely surrounded by corpses, Veronica's amongst them. My arm and both of my legs were crippled and I was near death, but I'd done it! I'd killed them all and I was still alive.

After I had healed myself up I returned to Hidden Valley, with my pulse gun. They'd known, they must've done. Why else would a perfectly good bunker be abandoned? They had known and they had given me a key and sent me into Deathclaw country anyway. Because of them Veronica was dead and I was a [censored] junkie. I slaughtered every last one of them, it was easy too. That pulse gun just fried them inside their armor, pew pew, and they were toast. Except McNamara, he took a really, really long time to die."



"Well that's an interesting story pal, but I still don't do credit. You either pay now or you get your chems somewhere else." Dixon looked the wasteland junkie up and down in disdain. Sure the guy looked like he used to be a fighter, and judging by the heavy scarring on his arms, something big had gotten at him and cut him up good. And maybe the weird piece of tech on his hand was a displacer glove... "Nah man, no credit. Now get the [censored] out of here with that bull [censored]."

Great story Kettle. You overheard someone saying all that in a conversation. I can't see how you could have managed to type that while listening.