Thursday, about 4 PM

I'm starting this diary, so any other Raider/Wastelander can tell my stories. But with that aside, I can begin.
We set off from Evergreen Mills today; me, Gary, Lewis, Ben and Jack, as well as our dog, Biter. I'm still amazed at that big behemoth thing, it gives me the creeps! I might as well tell you about me and the boys, so here goes:
I'm a Caucasian raider 'punk', as the pre war people might say. Apart from Gary, I'm the only raider with a mohawk ; Gary just copies me. I'm pretty tall, like all the guys, and I would say I like to say I'm the 'sniper' of the group.

Gary, well, he is practically a slave for us; he just polishes our shoes, checks for mines, and throws grenades at enemies; we don't trust him with anything else. He says he used to be a Slaver; more like a slave! He, again, is Caucasian.

Lewis is the biggest guy in our group. He has muscles the size of a head (literally, we tested it!) and LOVES to shoot miniguns! His left hand was blown off when we raided a Wastelander camp, so we attached a hook on his wrist so he can hold his gun; it was messy. He is African American, and proud!

Ben is a Chinese man; he never revealed his real name. He says he never told it for so long he forgot it himself! Poor guy. He might be a leader type, if you will, but actually our real leader died, so we act as a 'council' again, that's what the pre war people might say. He tends to use his beloved Banshee; a customized Assault Rifle. Some day, I will have that beauty! It has a long dagger strapped on the end, and a scope which can slide to the side if you don't need it! I could use up all my ink writing about the gun, so I won't (it takes about 7 weeks to find some!!) He is our sneaky type; thin, shorter than the rest of us, and has silent steps.

Now Jack; I hope he doesn't read this! Jack is a nutcase, but he's our nutcase. We had to put a bomb inside him when we found out what he could do, in case he did anything stupid, but when he found out, he ripped out the bomb (again, messy) ate the detonator, and killed poor Sam, our ex-Engineer! We found him fighting some Brotherhood of Steel guys; man was he good! He killed 3 of them with his twin rippers, which he calls Werewolf and Vampire. But dude, he carries like 10 weapons on him at once, maybe more! I've counted 7, but and I can only carry 3! I've seen twin Colts, an old AK 47, his twin rippers, a scoped magnum, and a sack of Nuka Grenades.

Now I best not write more, because I need an ink refill soon, but I will tell you about the dog and where we're going.

So our dog, Biter, got his name well. We bred him from some other dogs who are staying at Evergreen Mills, and man, were they tough cookies! His dad was a german shepherd, and his mum a pitbull! (Well, according to an old picture book of dogs!)So Biter, who got his name for chewing off a ghoul's foot, looks like a german shepherd, but has the ferocity of both!

So, now we plan to set off to raid a small town called Girdershade; some other guys went there and got killed, so we were sent to kill the killer!


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Friday, Midnight

Dude, today was mad! We headed east towards Girdershade, but what attacked us? A deathclaw! Luckily, Lewis managed to blow off its legs while Gary shoved his rippers into its head. I just finished cleaning my sniper scope before I started writing this, it was so messy. We must have gotten the wrong place; there are two people in this village. But never mind; they must have some pretty good loot! I only have about ten minutes left to write this, and then my night-watch shift is over. In fact, I better wake Gary up now, I need some shuteye.

Saturday, Sunrise

Oh dear, it appears it’s worse than we thought. We can see a group of BoS (Brotherhood of Steel) Outcasts are slowly coming our way, and they have robots with them. I’d say we have about an hour until they spot us, so the guys are packing their things. Lewis suggested attacking them; that would be suicide, even if he does need some more ammo. So, I have either worked out that one of the people in that town is so [censored] that either the Outcasts like him, or hate him, or it is plain coincidence that they are there. Wait, something is going on down there. Yes, a pair of Yao Guai are attacking them! One just tore off an outcast’s head, and another! Wait, one of those bears are dead, but the other has thrown a robot into the other tin can; it’s a massacre! The last two Outcasts manage to kill the remaining Yao Guai, but for the minute, I need to take my chance, so I will write back.

Yes! I sniped the Outcast with no helmet’s head off, and Gary threw a grenade and killed the other. Lewis and Ben are dragging them up now; we have to cover them both. I will write back in a few hours, but for now, I need to sort out my share of the loot!

EDIT: so what do you guys think?

well... AWESOME! ^_^

Yeah, very awesome. I LOVE diary/journal type fics. They're so awesome!
I think I saw one word that wasn't needed in the first post. 9/10

Saturday, Afternoon

We are about to set off to murder the two people down there. I'm all set, Jack needs to take his psycho and Lewis needs his Jet. Ben his getting his ammo ready; they shouldn't be too long. I take my time to think about my home, Evergreen Mills. It might not seem like much, but after my childhood...problems I would say, after the raiders took me in I had never been happier. I almost forgot, you need to know about the incident, wait, I will tell you later, Ben is calling me over at the moment. I think luck won't be needed to kill this couple?.

Saturday, around 9PM

Man that was AMAZING! It was a hard fight though; I will give them that. Sure, a tall, muscular guy threw a knife at my Mohawk, and cut off one of the spikes, but that isn't the worst of it. This tall guy which I was on about, blew off two of Jack's toes with a hunting rifle, but we showed him! Lewis pinned him in his house while Ben and Jack went in his house to kill him, but he jumped out of his top window, so Jack did the same. Jack stabbed his ripper into his chest and left it running, so I sniped off his head; one of the messiest things I've seen! Now, this lass (the other resident) called Sierra offered all of her loot for her life. After a bit of counselling, we decided to agree to her offer. We decided to set her free; we were all feeling soft for her. I know it's not very raider like, with all the terrorizing the wastes and what not, but we knew we would bump into her again. So after, we decided to meet up with a slaver/raider 'trading' camp for supplies and other things. It is a couple of miles north of here, so for now, I need some shuteye.

Out of Fan Fic: I will write some more later!

Yay! Awesome!

pretty cool reading these fan fics makes me want to try but I'm no writer so I'll stick to the reading

Um sorry guys, you will have to wait until tomorrow for the rest; I accidentally copy+pasted something AFTER I copied my work on Word and it was good too!

What?!? NOO!!!!!

Can't wait!

Sunday, a few hours after Sunrise

You will never believe our luck! We found some Brahmin roaming the wastes a few miles north of Girdershade, and we rounded them up; now we have mounts! We strapped our things on them, and we're riding them to Blooddrop, the Raider/Slaver town north of here. My writing is messier at the moment, I got the clumsy Brahmin.


Sunday, 8PM

Ok, this market town is awesome! We stayed at an Inn, a mucky one, but nice nonetheless! First, I went to the Military market, where they sold all sorts of gear; power armour, rifles, miniguns, but I bought a nice new set of Raider Customized Combat Armour, so the guy said. It is basically combat armour repaired with a mix of others. I also bought a new sniper rifle, a Barrette 50 cal, a gorgeous pre war one! After, I moved on to the Junk and Crap market; there was some cool stuff! I got this engineer Slaver guy to customize my Barrette for a better performance; new scope, trigger and a bipod! I decided to go back to the Inn after, and chat with some people. I pvssyd with a few people, and traded stories: one guy killed a Yao Guai with his bare hands; he even has scars to prove it! I managed to recruit two people as well (But with Ben's permission, of course!). The first person is called Frank, he is a guy trained in medical ways. We need him. Oh, he has black mop with a red streak, and isn't a very muscular man; he uses a combat shotgun.
The other person is a beautiful girl called Hale (Well, it was her slave name, so she stuck with it). She used to be a slave in paradise Falls, until she earned her freedom through trial of combat. No, for the perverted readers; nothing happened! She is pretty, but she seems like the type of girl I need to get to know first before I think about dating!

Oh, and before I get to sleep, you wanted to know about my childhood incident? Well, a bunch of Super Mutants came to our town, Gawerton, and practically destroyed half. And out of the trauma, my parents died you see, and I was an only child, so I ran off to join the Raiders who were camping nearby. But there was a catch; I had to kill the remaining people in town, 3 of them, to prove my worth. So I did. And I liked it. I was 12 years old, and I even looted them, decapitated their heads and took them back to the Raiders. I was sent to stay at Evergreen Mills, and would occasionally join raiding parties, but would usually stay back, train, and have the life of Raider luxury.

Out of FF: Is there romance round the corner? watch this page to find out.....

Very good! I liked that idea.

Its the Cole Train Baby!

Just in fallout form!

this actualy inspired me to write my own fan fic. ^_^ Linky in meh signature Keep up the good work

Its good, I'm just not really into diaries or journals of characters.

Its really good, but try not to start every entry with an exclamation point.

This is really good and I intend to check it regularly. Please be careful with romance it can make my skin melt if it is cheesy. But considering the rest it probably won't be.

good work 9/10

Very, very nice, although on occasion your Raiders come across as a group of misfits, sometimes tame, where othertimes the killing is done without any emotion, the characters seem to jarr from mercifull bandits to sick physcos. I look forward to the rest, nice one.

A raider... dating???
You don't really write like a raider would, "but nice nonetheless!", and lots of exclamation points that sound more like a 12 year-old girl is writing this diary, not a raider.