Salutations to everyone on the forum. I know it's been a while since I've been on here and I know I was working on a story before. I unfortunately decided to ditch that one and go for a not so serious story. It's probably one of the more original ideas I've had and I think it has tons of potential. Enjoy!!

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SLAVE TO THE SYSTEM

Two pairs of grimy boots treaded across the ravaged wasteland, both of their owners coolly heading into gunfire. The Lone Wanderer and his father trudged past certain death, firing their weapons into the mass of bodies. Bullets were missing their target as they normally do. What kind of aiming system was this? As he had done many a time, the Lone Wanderer stopped the world for a moment. Only statistics and green light surrounded their assailants as bleeps and bloops flooded out all sound. Through this moment in time the Lone Wanderer did something seemingly odd to the nature of the situation: he pondered the reason for this violence.

Was it for enjoyment? Did this killing progress any plot? Did arms and limbs really protrude off of someone if they were shot in the head? Was that even possible in real life? Real life. Had he been a slave to the game all along? That was it?a slave to the system. The most monotonous system of all: a game. The realization hit him like a nuke.

He was in this VATS for longer then he'd been. What was happening? Human emotions were actually beginning to come to his senses. Fear gripped him like a Deathclaw as he began to whimper, stationary in this green wonderland. It took about two minutes until he was finally out of that mess. The Lone Wanderer took aim at his speculated attackers?gone. The goons disappeared out of plain sight. His father by his side, looking as confused as he did. Finally something came out of his father's mouth. Something not on any script that he knew.

"You think that was a glitch?" he questioned, amazingly scratching his hair, it wasn't an animation he'd seen since now. The Lone Wanderer attempted to move his mouth and what'd you know?words came out.

"I'm pretty sure. Something had to happen. How the hell would we be having this conversation if something didn't happen?"

"You have a point. Not like we talk on a normal occasion anyway. Took you forever to find me though. I mean Christ man?is the main quest really that boring?"

"It's hard when you have some [censored] controlling you buddy. When you killed one raider you killed them all. I don't think the kid understands that yet." His father peculiarly took a deeper look at him and stood back aghast.

"You know what?you're not even my son! Do you see any resemblance here? I look like Liam Neeson and who are you? Carrot Top?"

"Was it that hard to find out? You try being subjected to some kid's joke of making the most ugly character imaginable. I'm not even the freaking Lone Wanderer! Who does? But look, I think we took off on the wrong foot. My real name, or code, is Jon001: Johnny."

"Alec090: Alec's the name." father sputtered. He supposed he needed somebody to team up with. Even if it was with Carrot Top. The world was confusing on it's own. Everything had turned on it's head. Alec tried to make some sense of the situation.

"So let me get this straight. We're in this game about a post apocalyptic America right? Pretty original. Me and you now have apparently broken into another dimension and can actually move and think for ourselves within this mess. We were once slaves to the system but now are free. Now how in God's name are we going to get out of here?"

Johnny pondered this question for a moment. Alec did have a point. They had to escape somehow and in someway.

"The only thing I can think of is finishing the main quest. The game does technically stop after that."

"But I'm going to die sooner or later. That could get me out of here before you. What about yourself? Did this kid buy any of the expansion packs?" Alec asked desperately. A long pause ensued. Expansion packs would be the death of Johnny. It'd be an eternity until he got out.

"Nah?thank goodness he doesn't have the money. I think we'll be alright. Now if you don't have any other ideas we should head off."

With that the two men headed towards Megaton to gather supplies for their trek. They had to start somewhere and the town was the perfect place. Their muscles were on fire as they walked for what seemed like miles. They couldn't believe they actually fatigued like normal, real people. How were they going to make it? It soon came to their attention, as Alec looked at his Pip-Boy, that they could still quick travel. They thanked God and used it. It was fortunate enough because now I don't have to describe any of the gazillion random encounters. Way to help a brother out guys?

The entire time I was reading this I kept saying "No [censored] way he actually..."

That's a good thing.

My thoughts too...

It reminds me of my FF, that also points out game things, and is comedic.

"I became evil through entering and exiting people's terminals"

Thanks for the feedback guys. Comedy is a hard thing to do as it's purely subjective. I hope I'm doing alright with it. Here's part deux of the story. Have a happy reading!
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Anyways, after a couple loading screens they finally made it to Megaton. A nice little town that hadn't changed a bit. It made sense to them since it was a clear day just about everyday. Johnny and Alec hoped they would see some rain some time before there time here was up. Who cared about seeing grass and trees anyway? They wanted some precipitation damn it!

Anyways, after a couple loading screens they finally made it to Moira's Craterside Supply. Did you see what I did there? Pretty clever eh? Well both of our boys went up to Moira and Johnny initiated the conversation. He was the 'Lone Wanderer' of course. Poor Alec was a mere NPC. He knew best that he couldn't intervene unless it was part of the story. Ah the life of an NPC?ok then, Johnny is going to talk right now.

"Hello there Moira. I need?"

"Huh. Did you know the human body can survive without the stomach or spleen? Oh, what's up?" Brown responded.

"Hello again Moira. I was wondering if?"

"Huh. Did you know the human body can survive without the stomach or spleen? Oh, what's up?"

What the hell was happening? Alec and Johnny knew Moira was a bit insane, but this? Repeating the same statement over and over? It wasn't right up her alley sort to speak. Alec decided to intervene.

"Look Moira, we're looking to buy some supplies. Can you help us?"

"Huh. Did you know the human body can survive without the stomach or spleen? Oh, what's up?"

"Jesus Christ woman! Do you comprehend anything?" Alec screamed as he slammed his fists on the nearest table. Moira continued to sweep the floor, unaware of Alec because he was an NPC of course. Him and Moira never interacted in the game. Everyone knows that. Johnny suddenly came to the realization of what was happening.

"Oh no Alec?oh God no. I think we've encountered another problem. In the game, I only have a certain amount of assorted phrases that I can say to Moira. If I don't say any of those things then she'll just repeat. How could I forget?!"

"Do you remember any of the phrases?" Alec asked, looking at the blank faced Moira.

"All I'm drawing is a blank man. I don't have a little menu to choose what I have to say in my face. It wasn't like it used to be. Aw man why did this have to..."

"So you're basically telling me that we cannot interact with anyone except by blowing their brains apart? Is that what you're telling me?!"

"Basically. Can your karma stand it?"

"Well crap Johnny, I didn't know our own karma was at stake. Hell, does Karma really matter? Why did they even add a karma meter? Do you think anyone in the woods would really care about their karma in a survival situation?"

"I never thought of it that way. I guess we can start blowing people's?"

"Now wait a minute there Lone Wanderer. If we die, do we at least have a good save spot to start again from? Do you have a room at Tenpenny Tower or a house here even?"

"About that..."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Do you remember when I told you about how the kid playing the game just killed raiders? Well that's all he did basically. He didn't really complete any quests. To be blunt we just found this gas station and low and behold I go through this little virtual reality world and afterwards hear Liam Neeson's voice from a pod."

"You cannot be serious?no really now. This isn't some botched attempt at creating comedy to keep this story entertaining right?"

"What story? What are you talking about?"

"Forget it. My lord we are really in a pickle now. What if we cannot complete the main quest? Jesus, I don't even think we'll get to the point where I'm going to die. There has to be another way to get us out of the game."

It was a crisis. How would they get out of this game? Why did the kid not even complete any quests beside escaping the vault? Now that's something I really want to know. What kind of person does that anyway? You know what? I'll save that rant for later. There's a story that I'm trying to tell here. So Johnny and Alec walk out of Megaton in complete disillusion and confusion. It was like that Will Smith movie, but there were people! And it was in Washington DC. And it was in a 50's future. And?umm?probably not the best comparison. But I digress. Both dudes had to do something or it was too late. It was now or never...

This is awesome!

This is some kinda crazy. And I love it.

Man I'm having a blast writing this. I'm satisfied that some of you are enjoying it. It'll only get more insane. That's my only guarantee
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So where was I? Talking about that Will Smith movie?no? Ah I remember now. Man I need to really need to remember stuff better. So instead of quick traveling to some random place, the two men walked around the outskirts of Megaton, speaking their mind about the situation.

"Well we're [censored]." Alec said as he kicked around some polygons that resembled dirt.

"Yeah?[censored]." Johnny answered right back. Both men were truly frustrated.

"[censored] [censored]." Alec responded in confusion.

"[censored] [censored] [censored]?" Johnny sighed as he?

Now wait a minute. How in Atom's name are we going to read this story? They aren't even saying curse words! Hold on a second. We're experiencing some technical difficulties. So you want me to talk about that Will Smith movie again? Nevermind?we're back on.

"Well we're not getting out of here any time soon." Alec said as he kicked around some polygons that resembled dirt.

"Yeah?but there's got to be something we could do." Johnny answered right back. Both men were truly frustrated.

"I don't know anything anymore. First I'm Liam Neeson. Then I'm a father to Carrot Top. Now I realize that I cannot talk to anyone, except you apparently, because I'm a [censored] NPC." Alec responded in confusion.

"Can we crash the game?" Johnny sighed as he looked at his Pip-Boy. Alec just shook his head.

"How are we going to do that?"

"We could try and quick travel a gazillion times. The game probably couldn't take it." A moment of silence ensued as both men pondered the logic, if there was any, behind the plan.

"Let's give it a whirl. We got nothing to lose." Alec said as he looked to his Pip Boy. It could take a long time but it was better than going through the damned main quest. They wouldn't get shot at least.

"Where do we want to go?" Johnny asked.

"Any place will do." Alec responded.

"Jefferson Memorial?"

"Hell no!"

"The Capitol?"

"Are you serious?"

"Deathclaw Caverns?"

"Man this writer is doing a pretty good job at making you seem like a dumb ass eh? Let's go to Rivet City. From there we'll bounce back to Megaton and back. It should get confusing enough that the game crashes. The highest echelon of logic."

So the idea was about to be put into motion. Alec and Johnny were ready to quick travel to Rivet City. It was the perfect scheme. Of course, as you'd expect, something went wrong. They weren't able to teleport to Rivet City and they could only stand where they were, baffled and confused.

"How are we not moving?" Alec wondered out loud. Johnny looked curiously at his Pip-Boy.

"Umm?mine says that I cannot quick travel with enemies nearby." Suddenly fear trickled down to their craniums.

"Enemy?nearby? I don't?gulp?see anyone. Duck for cover now. God knows what's out there." Alec moaned. The compatriots only could crouch as they struggled to go prone.

"I forgot that you couldn't go prone. What a waste." Johnny said as the two stupidly crouched in the middle of the open. They both took out their weapons and observed the area. This guy was good?too good. This guy was the epitome of stealth. Minutes passed as they crouched and waited. The enemy beaker still blinked and wouldn't allow them to quick travel. Then a reoccurring hiss came closer to their direction.

"Oh [censored]. We're in trouble Johnny." Alec yelped as he gripped his baseball bat. The assailant came blasting out of the shrubbery.

"Yeah?that radroach is going to get us." A radroach, crawling innocently around the grass, made its presence known to the two men. It didn't appear to want to harm the two as it looked like it was chewing on grass.

"How is it labeled as an enemy? Why in God's name is it labeled as an enemy?!" Alec yelled as he clenched his bat, ready to attack the meek creature.

"Whoa there! What did that cute little radroach do to you?" Johnny asked.

"Blocked my path to freedom." Alec said as he readied the baseball bat. Johnny went to pet the creature.

"See Alec, it doesn't bite. Not at?aw [censored]!" Johnny screamed in pain as the radroach attacked his finger.

"Kill that God damned thing. Kill that little vermin!" He screeched as he ran from the roach.

I'll assume you all know what will happen so I'll leave the violence out of it. You don't want to see a full description of the killing of an adorable radroach. I know you type of people. Plus it'd probably take too much of my time. Not that this narration is in any way right?

Sweet new chapter and still funny!

Thanks for the feedback. I'll take some time to think of the next section. I cannot lose the momentum I got going here. Hopefully I can get some more critiques and comments by that time. The next part should be up sooner or later.

This is too silly. I really dig it, and I'm with you on the lack of any weather in the game. Obviously there's still water and sunlight, so evaporation and precipitation would still occur. I think finding shelter in an irradiated rainstorm would be a fun challenge.

Back on topic I like your concept a lot, and the flavor of your humor reminds me a little of Terry Pratchett in Starship Titanic.

Thanks for the feedback as always. Any of it will do. I know some might be detered by the overal goofiness of this story but I feel the forum needs some light hearted fan fics to compensate for the serious ones. Here's another zany section to the story. Enjoy!
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The roach laid contort on the floor as both men looked at what came of their belligerence. What did the radiation do to make animals want to attack them? I mean cockroaches attacking people? Was it vengeance from being picked on by human kind for centuries? Perhaps all the animals felt this way. The creatures felt that it was now time to take advantage of the situation and revolt. Maybe we should've been nice to them and formed a pact. It probably would've worked out better that way. Pure speculation though. On with the story?

The two guys were pretty bummed by this. It was a snow ball affect finally coming to fruition. Who would want to play a game like this anyway? So freaking depressing. We must have a lot of negative Nancy's in this world. Maybe some of them are reading this right now. Instead of quick traveling, the two decided to speak their minds yet again.

"Unemployment at a record highs." Johnny quipped.

"People coming, people going, people born to die." Alec responded half heartedly.

"Don't ask me, because I don't know why."

"But it's like that, and that's the way it is." Johnny said in succession. Something felt strange to him. It was like the first time he was able to break free from the game.

"Did we just spurt lyrics to a song?" Johnny questioned, rubbing his eyes vigorously, trying to catch some logic in this debacle.

"So? What if we did?" Alec asked.

"Here's a question for you then: do you listen to Run DMC?" A brief moment of silence passed as Alec wondered about the music he knew.

"Who? Not at all. I only know Roy Brown, Bob Crosby, and Ella Fitzgerald."

"Exactly! That's it! It couldn't be a coincidence that you knew lyrics to a Run DMC song. It wouldn't make sense in this video game. We weren't program to know so. There's some conspiracy wrapped around this. It has to?"

"Custom soundtrack?" Alec smirked. Johnny thought about it for a moment and it made perfect sense.

"You're right. Dag. I thought I was getting to something that could be a major twist in the plotline. Why would you use a custom soundtrack for a game based on 1950's music anyway?"

"Beats me son. Let's quick travel already. We've been wasting time here."

Phew, that was a close one. They almost figured out the major plot twist to the story. That this imaginary story only exists in the imagination of the imaginer. Damn they're a pretty gullible group of guys eh? They think they're free? Bah?they are still slaves to the system. It's like I planned it to be that way or something. But Alec and Johnny successfully quick traveled to Rivet City where more shenanigans would likely occur, in the next part of course.

Hilarious, just hilarious. You suceed in making a story while also complaining about strange and broken game mechanics.

I'm actually in the middle of writing a comedy fanfic myself, because "no one else ever makes them". :meh:

I appreciate the comments. This is probably one of the first comedy stories I've written and I'm sure it won't be my last. These have now become for me the most fun to write, even within such a serious universe like Fallout.

More comments, good or bad, would be nice and I'll in turn put another chunk of the story up whenever I get the chance.

Love the way you write it out. Don't let this end before it's time!

Trust me, it will be finished. On my other stories I just felt reluctant to finish, not putting all my efforts into them. Kind of like those spur of the moment ideas that fizz out. This one is completely different. I feel like I got a creative thing going and more importantly I'm having fun. I'm going to fully exploit all if any potential this story has.

My entire experience with this story can be explained in one word (technically acronym...): ROFLMAO!

Another section is added. Please type to me what you think. Constructive feedback is something that's always appreciated. Enjoy!
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Oh dear, I'm having so much trouble finding out what that Will Smith movie was called. Perhaps it'll come to my head during the narration. We'll see sooner or later. Alright then. After about one loading screen our boys finally made it to the outskirts of the giant docked vessel that was known as Rivet City. Rusted sheets of steel covered the?you know what? You guys probably know what the hell the thing looks like. Why even go into detail with it? Damn I wasted just as much space complaining as I probably would've done describing Rivet City. Composure, composure, composure?

Alec and Johnny looked around them and like Megaton before them, nothing really changed. Nothing except that [censored] Deathclaw behind them! Both men ran as fast as they could up the stairs that led to the bridge to get into the ship. The Deathclaw was about a hundred or so yards away but it was closing in fast.

"Run Alec run!" Johnny screamed.

"I can't! All I can do is this casual jog! What the [censored] is up with that?!"

"I don't know! Uh?casually jog Alec! Casually jog!"

So the dynamic duo casually jogged up the stairs with the Deathclaw in pursuit. As the Deathclaw was about to head up the stairs, it came to a screeching halt. It appeared that it was still running at full blast though, its legs pumping vigorously. What happened?

"Haha! It got clipped onto the stairs!" Johnny exclaimed in victory.

"Did this kid scratch his disc before he put it in or something?" Alec retorted.

"Who cares Alec?"

Turns out that the narrator cares. Never thought about that eh? I cannot believe he scratched the disc. Kids these days?they may know the price but don't know quality. Well the Deathclaw was stuck against the stairs and was running in place. It was a pretty odd sight nevertheless. As much as they laughed at this, they still realized that they got themselves into another predicament. In order to quick travel back to Megaton, they had to kill the Deathclaw.

"Do we even have anything powerful enough to kill a Deathclaw?" Alec asked, looking through his inventory on his Pip Boy. He cursed to himself as he looked up.

"Well I don't have anything because, low and behold, I'm a [censored] NPC." Alec said.

"Damn Alec, this kid has nothing to take down a Deathclaw. This is going to take forever." The two thought about their situation for a moment and quickly came up with a plan.

"Alright Alec, I got a plan. I'm going to give you a pistol and you are just going to keep shooting that Deathclaw ok? It might be boring but it won't come after you at least. While you are doing that I'm going to go into Rivet City and see if I can get anything powerful enough to kill this thing. Deal?"

Alec nodded as he took the pistol Johnny handed him.

"Have fun then Lone Wanderer. I know I'm going to have the [censored] time of my life."

So with that, Alec began shooting the Deathclaw as Johnny made his way into Rivet City, hoping to find a mighty weapon to take down their annoyingly strong and stationary foe. We'll see how long they take though. Maybe it could take up two sections or so. It's a matter of damage to health ratios I'd assume. Am I rambling? I'll shut up now.

I'm running out of ways to type that another section is posted so I'll just stop typing and give you the goods. Also please comment!
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You want to continue with the story? I thought you wanted me to shut up. Oh well, I guess I went this far, cannot stop now. Alec was a shooting fool outside of Rivet City. Lead was flying as bullets penetrated the Deathclaw's tough and callous polygonal skin. The job wasn't getting done as fast as he wanted and Alec decided that he needed to go to VATS. Oops, there was a problem. He was a [censored] NPC. An NPC didn't have the basic necessity of VATS. Geez?that svcks.

Inside the Rivet City marketplace, Johnny went to Flak and Shrapnel's to get some powerful weapons. What a bunch of [censored] that was. They only carried some junk guns, nothing too valuable let alone powerful. Johnny did notice some grenades though. He checked his amount of caps and noticed a minimal number. Buying wasn't an option now. He had to steal, but how? Johnny figured he'd talk to Flak, the only one present in the store, first. Wait a minute, talk. A light bulb shot off in his head!

Johnny walked up to Flak and said hello. Flak said his normal pleasantries and stood there in the normal semi-catatonic state that an NPC takes when he's waiting for you to respond. Johnny moved to the side, out of Flak's view, and noticed that Flak just stared where Johnny was before. He must've been waiting for Johnny to respond. Brilliant! Johnny crouched down and saw that he was undetected; at least the Pip-Boy told him that. Our hero then went ahead and stole a couple grenades. A sudden sound frightened him as jumped up.

"YOU LOST KARMA! YOU LOST KARMA!" The Pip-Boy exclaimed along side some eerie music that played from the device.

"Shut up you stupid thing!" Johnny whispered as he smacked his wrist studded machine.

"YOU LOST KARMA! YOU LOST KARMA!" It hollered yet again.

Johnny could do nothing else but nonchalantly and casually jog back to the bridge as the Pip-Boy still went off. He did kind of wonder why nobody else could hear the eerie music. Maybe it was all in his mind? Or maybe it was some way for the game developer to make you feel guilty and perhaps insane. Moving on?Alec and Johnny finally join upped and shook each other's hand. It was a heartfelt reunion.

"Way to take your time [censored]." Alec spat out.

"[censored] you. You don't know how hard that was." Johnny retaliated, gently shoving Alec's shoulder. There was a slight pause as Alec took another potshot at the still stuck Deathclaw.

"So?what'd you get?" Alec wondered.

"About four frag grenades."

"That's it? Are you kidding me? That's all they had?"

"Basically. I see that you did jack crap in regards to draining the Deathclaw's health." Alec grew furious and violently pointed at Johnny.

"You try and do [censored] with a puny 10mm pistol and without VATS! Where would you be mister Lone Wanderer? Probably would be reloading your game after you get killed by [censored] mole rats for the tenth time."

Johnny reached the boiling point. Without any thought or hesitation he took a grenade and threw it at Alec. The blast sent Alec flying, a magnificent display of rag doll physics. He amazingly landed at the end of the bridge, limbs intact. Johnny couldn't believe it.

"Dad is unconscious" The Pip-Boy read.

What was in that grenade anyway? I mean really, what kind of frag grenade sends somebody about a hundred feet up and only knocks them out? I guess Flak and Shrapnel are the most useless weapon distributors in the Capital Wasteland. After a couple of minutes Alec stood up, oddly indifferent to what happened.

"Look Johnny?I'm going to forget that you threw a grenade at your dear ol' dad. We need to work together to get out of this mess. Remember the first part of the story? Through these five sections we've been slowly tearing each other apart. We got to work together to get out of here."

Johnny looked at his grenade in his hand and sighed.

"Alright there Alec. I apologize for my actions. They were uncalled for."

"Apology accepted. Now let's get that damn Deathclaw!"

Isn't that adorable? They finally work it out amongst themselves. You think its clich? and stupid? Must be all you negative Nancy's that bought Fallout 3 to begin with. Well I can promise some action in the next section. Maybe there'll be a dead Deathclaw too. Won't that be fun?! Please don't go! Uh...there will be candy!

Any comments on the current progress of the story? I'd like some feedback before I put up another section. Anything would be helpful at this point.

Funny. I enjoy getting on and reading it.

It finally came to this moment. Here is the final, and awfully odd, section of Slave to the System. I hope you enjoyed it for what it's worth!
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So I cannot, as I've been told, necessarily guarantee candy as an incentive for you to read the story. Doesn't that just stink? I hope that's not why you've been reading it. If so you can leave now and go to 7-Eleven or something.

There were three grenades left though. Three beacons of hope that could allegedly and most certainly help them gain their 'independence' from the 'game' they were 'trapped' in. Sweat most peculiarly trickled down Johnny's face as he readied his little present for the immovable beast.

"VATS should give me assurance." Johnny stifled, moving into the Zen-like zone. Everything was quiet, tranquil, and green. It really didn't go with the background. Did the kid even know he could switch the colors around? He supposed he didn't and had no means to care right about now. Focus was needed for success.

"Don't miss." Alec exclaimed out of the blue, err?green.

"How are you even talking to me? I'm in VATS. Aren't you supposed to be standing still and stationary as if time just stopped?"

"Eh, got boring after the umpteenth time you know. Guess it goes to show that you can't aim for [censored]."

"You were always one for moral support dad."

"Go get 'em son!" Alec cheered as he patted the Lone Wanderer on the back and then went back to his silent and motionless pose.

Johnny boy examined the stats that read on the screen with a sort of poise and patience. The probability that the grenade would provide some damage to his enemy was a great ninety five percent. There was no way he could miss. He assigned for three grenades to be thrown and the animation soon followed. Grenade number one flew towards the Deathclaw and exploded on impact. BOOM! A good chunk of damage was done. Grenade number two had the same result. It was a glorious sight. If the next grenade hit then the Deathclaw would most certainly be finished. Oh lord, the time has come!

"Don't miss this last one Johnny!" Alec yelled as Johnny went through the projectile throwing animations.

The grenade followed its normal arc, heading right to the Deathclaw. But what was this? It suddenly bounced off of the ground and rolled away from its intended target. It finally imploded with no damage done. Nothing could make up for this catastrophe.

"No! No! No!" Johnny screamed as he fell to his knees, banging on the textured sheet metal. "This doesn't make sense!"

But alas, poor Johnny didn't realize that sometimes the game isn't right. That VATS will not always guarantee you the kill. I guess he can't aim for [censored].

"Who said that?!" Johnny exclaimed.

"Did you hear that too?" Alec said, looking at the sky desperately.

"Not just heard it Alec?saw it. Do you see where my last little snippet of dialogue is? Look above it. Do you see that?"

"No [censored]. Great minds think alike I suppose?"

"But that's not the point! This guy?this?narrator, he has to be the man who has been controlling us the whole time! We weren't trapped in a damn videogame; we were trapped in a story! It wasn't a coincidence that I was a dumb ass or that you couldn't do [censored] because you were an NPC. This narrator wanted us to be that way so he could get people to continue reading his story!"

"Aw shucks! My sorrow and pain for other's enjoyment. Now that just svcks man."

"Exactly!"

Now these two fellows really thought they figured out the major plot twist. They think they're so smart? What a bunch of bozos. They don't know anything!

"What do you mean don't know anything?" Alec grunted, pumping his fist into the air.

Damn, you guys do know a bit. But why do I care about what you know? You will garner me some recognition anyway. I'll make this story as long and as entertaining as it has to be. Even if it takes you the rest of the time to kill that Deathclaw. You'll still be slaves to the system! Slaves I tell you!

Alec quickly interrupted. "You don't even do the Fallout universe justice! Well if you aren't going to stop this story then we'll have to force you to. Are you thinking what I'm thinking Johnny?"

"You know it buddy. Oh Ronald! We need some help here!"

War. War never changes. Since the dawn of human kind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock and bone, blood has been spilled in the name of everything, from God to justice to simple, psychotic rage...

Where did he come from anyway? I can't compete with that! Stop it! Just stop it!

In the year 2077, after millennia of armed conflict, the destructive nature of man could sustain itself no longer. The world was plunged into an abyss of nuclear fire and radiation. But it was not, as some had predicted, the end of the world. Instead, the apocalypse was simply the prologue to another bloody chapter of human history. For man had succeeded in destroying the world - but war, war never changes...

Alright, alright, I'll stop the story. My god, why did you have to do that? You could've just given me some candy. But no, let's get Ron Perlman to come in and steal my fire. I must look like some amateur. I'm starting to feel depressed now. Is life really worth it anymore? Sigh?oh you want to talk about that Will Smith movie?

FIN

With the conclusion of this fiction I'm opening the floor to you all. Any comments, critiques, or criticism would be great.

I had a wonderful time creating this story and of course that is what it's all about. Comedy is something that can be fairly hard to judge. Either you try too little and people don't find it funny or you try too hard and people notice. I don't know if I found that balance here but hey, can't go around pleasing everyone.

This story for me is a breath of fresh air and I hope it is for you too!

Loved the whole idea of the story, and the way you wrote it out. Too short though! I mean that in the "Oh my God, hurry up and make more" way, too.
Looking forward to the newer stories you'll hopefully be writing; comedic or not!

Thanks for the feedback Comedian. I suppose it was rather short but I didn't want to drag it out until it became mundane for me to write and others to read.

I'd like to see what everyone else thinks. I know there are more people that have read it. Maybe they are just at work on their RP's. Go figure.