Seriously. I've noticed this as I've been on the lookout for "alternative" fan fiction for Fallout 3. That is, stories that aren't about the LW, BoS, Enclave, etc. 99.9% of what I do manage to find is Ghoul-fic. There's a scant few about Fawkes, A couple about Harkness (though I'm not sure if those count since they include the LW), and not much else (well, other than the hilarious one about the Super Mutant ambush on Lyon's Pride; that one is great). We've got dozens of stories about Charon, Gob, and co., but nearly nothing about the other end of the mutated gene pool! Let's make a stand! Let's write some stories about our favourite, green, enraged, knuckle-draggers!

I made an honest effort to start something like this in the Fawkes thread, but it fell flat on its face, possibly due to the fact that the thread is in the Cheats, Hints, and Spoilers subforum where as here is where the writing gets done. Consider this take-two on that challenge, except I'm giving you an extension in terms of content. The challenge then, is thus (reworked from the original post in the Fawkes thread):

I want you to write a short story that involves Super Mutants in some way. This can be an incident in game that you thought was interesting or funny, but it must be in story form. Instead of just writing out the experience, tell it to us in a story. Now, you're not limited to in game incidents, nor are you limited to the quests and/or their outcomes in game. You're free to "complete" a quest as you see fit or how you would have liked to do so. It can take place at any time during, before, or after the MQ. Since we have a specific subject in mind, they should likely be either the main character(s), or supporting character(s) in your story.

Some rules to help you understand just what the heck I'm trying to say:

1. Write a short story involving Super Mutants. By "short story" I mean something longer than at the very least five paragraphs (granted, if you're like me, you can fit like 1k words into five paragraphs if you really want to). Scripts or chatlog-style "stories" aren't allowed.
2. This is not an RP, though if you really feel the need to build upon a story written by a previous poster, then that's perfectly fine as long as you have that poster's permission if there are any original characters or content involved. If you decide to do this, you must still write a story; it'll just be taking place in some relation to the story you're "replying" to.
3. You may use an in-game event or quest as the basis or plot for your story. You're not tied to how the event played out in the game and are free to resolve a quest or event in any way you like. Likewise, you can write it out exactly how it happened in the game as long as you do so in story form. Also, you can make up an event if you want to.
4. You are welcomed to use any character in the vanilla game as well as your own characters, either your LW, or just an original character you have created. You are also welcomed to do whatever you wish to the vanilla characters (though character death for the sake of character death will be frowned upon--have a good reason for it!).

Some content rules just to keep us all on the same page, so to speak:

1. Please, for the love of Atom Almighty, follow the forum rules!
2. Your story should take place in the setting of Fallout 3 (that is, the greater D.C. area). DLC content is allowed as long as you mention it at the beginning of your post. Mod content and locations are also allowed, but you should mention them and possibly link them in your post.
3. http://www.gamesas.com/bgsforums/index.php?showtopic=912940&st=120&p=13586107&#entry13586107 Argue about it somewhere else.
4. Both Fawkes and Uncle Leo are fair game to use in your stories. In fact, I highly encourage you to use them.
5. Not every post needs to be a story. You're free to comment on other people's stories in the thread; there is no "discussion thread" since I'm posting this for the sake of enjoying some writing fun and inviting everyone else to join in as well. Feel free to brainstorm, request, or comment as much as you like!
6. Yes, I said "request". If you have an idea you'd like to see written and just don't think you can pull it off yourself, then describe it and maybe someone will take it up! I love hearing new ideas.

Posted Stories:

Kikaimegami's Stories
http://www.gamesas.com/bgsforums/index.php?s=&showtopic=1019894&view=findpost&p=14756013
Kane and Fawkes are up against one tough opponent, but Kane might just have a plan that's crazy enough to work..
Trapped
- http://www.gamesas.com/bgsforums/index.php?s=&showtopic=1019894&view=findpost&p=14789382
- http://www.gamesas.com/bgsforums/index.php?showtopic=1019894&st=0&gopid=14790091&#
- http://www.gamesas.com/bgsforums/index.php?s=&showtopic=1019894&view=findpost&p=14801980
- http://www.gamesas.com/bgsforums/index.php?s=&showtopic=1019894&view=findpost&p=14828199
A wonderful tale of love, discovery, and breaking stuff.

Lavanoth's Stories
http://www.gamesas.com/bgsforums/index.php?s=&showtopic=1019894&view=findpost&p=14757787
http://www.gamesas.com/bgsforums/index.php?s=&showtopic=1019894&view=findpost&p=14785722
http://www.gamesas.com/bgsforums/index.php?showtopic=1019894&st=0&start=0#

Ribbotson's Stories
http://www.gamesas.com/bgsforums/index.php?s=&showtopic=1019894&view=findpost&p=14758528
http://www.gamesas.com/bgsforums/index.php?s=&showtopic=1019894&view=findpost&p=14758996
( Story thread: http://www.gamesas.com/bgsforums/index.php?showtopic=1020221 )
http://www.gamesas.com/bgsforums/index.php?s=&showtopic=1019894&view=findpost&p=14786332

Nuclear Anomaly Mk.II's Stories
http://www.gamesas.com/bgsforums/index.php?s=&showtopic=1019894&view=findpost&p=14761883

goris the scholar's Stories
http://www.gamesas.com/bgsforums/index.php?showtopic=1019894&st=40&gopid=14796967&#

Notes:
- Sovereign is a laser sniper rifle which can be found in my mod: http://www.fallout3nexus.com/downloads/file.php?id=1901
- Yes, this is the Behemoth fight at GNR. It's just been slightly altered.
- Kane obviously has a death wish.

Author's Note: This short story was written in an attempt to liven up the Fawkes Fanclub thread on the official Bethesda forums. I thought others might enjoy it as well.

~

Distraction

It was a sound like none other. The very ground seemed to shake from the noise. If it wasn't the noise, then it was definitely the violence that caused the very earth to tremble beneath their feet. Another terrible, deafening roar of rage sent the air to vibrating again as the hulking monstrosity finally tore its way through the sizable pile of debris and junk. Everyone scrambled, getting out of the way and yet taking time to fire guns erratically on the advancing creature. Standing at near twenty feet tall, the massive Super Mutant Behemoth was a forced to be reckoned with.

The drama of it all was utterly lost on Kane as he dove back through the door leading into a decrepit building they'd just made their way through. He took note that Fawkes had a similar plan, though had apparently enacted it much sooner than the young man did. Indeed, the mutant had heard the first deafening bellow and dove for cover immediately, already knowing what the sound meant, what it had come from, and what was likely about to happen.

Swearing for a moment in at least three languages, Kane checked over the gear he was carrying, mind fumbling about for a plan. Though more intelligent than your average Wastelander, he was finding it rather difficult to come up with anything reasonable. This was partially due to the adrenaline thundering through his body, but it also stemmed from hearing what was transpiring on the other side of the thin--far too thin, Kane decided--brick wall they'd taken shelter behind. Shouts and gunfire were the loudest of what could be heard over roars and snarls, but there were other sounds, too. It was those other sounds, the cries of pain as people were picked off, that sent an icy lance through his heart. Kane had no real loyalty to the Brotherhood of Steel, but that didn't mean he'd just sit idly by while these men were torn apart.

Between the two of them, as far munitions were concerned, things were looking pretty dire. Sure, they had enough firepower for the Wasteland, but Kane had fought a Behemoth before and it was always nice to have far too much in those cases because it was extremely likely you'd end up needing it. His arsenal was mostly made up of two weapons: a Laser Pistol that he'd 'borrowed' from the Enclave, and Sovereign, a highly advanced Sniper Rifle that, instead of bullets, spat lancing blue beams of energy. Neither of these were all that effective against something like a Behemoth. Fawkes' Gatling Laser was far more suited to the task at hand. At least they had enough explosives to level a small town, but a majority of that were mines and hand grenades, nothing more advanced than that.

Kane silently wished he'd brought a Rocket Launcher this trip. It hadn't seemed necessary, since all they were doing in the D.C. ruins in the first place was visiting the GNR studio, which had its own armed force guarding the building. Those men were now being taken apart like toys and the lithe man had to stamp his thoughts out--the past was the past and dwelling on it did nothing to change the present.

Shouting, because there was no way he'd be heard over all the noise if he didn't, Kane got his friend's attention. "We've gotta do something! I don't think it even knows we're here," he said in a slightly lower voice once he had the mutant's attention and the larger man had bent over to better hear him. "Even if it does, we've still got the jump on it.. if I could just think of a plan that'd actually work."

Honestly surprised that Kane had not yet begun to panic--the young man tended to overreact and let his emotions get to him--Fawkes considered the situation for a moment, glancing around the building. It really wouldn't be prudent to take on the Behemoth head-on, but his friend was correct--as long as they stayed where they were, it wouldn't come after them, the men out there far more interesting to it at the moment. They really didn't have the means to take it down by themselves and all the Knights were succeeding in was further enraging the beast. With this in mind, he turned towards Kane, then blinked a few times at the fact that he wasn't there. There was no way for him to have heard the other taking off over all the other noise, and so he'd not even noticed.

There was a sound from the second floor--and that was using the term very loosely--of the crumbling ruin and Fawkes looked up just in time to meet sapphire eyes that seemed all together far too sinister and gleeful for his peace of mind. The kid had a weapon slung over his shoulder, rushing back down the mostly intact stairwell. It was only as Kane approached him, still wearing that sadistic little grin, that he got a good look of what it was that his friend had found.

"My friend, you are aware of the danger involved with such a weapon?" he managed, staring at the launcher that the smaller man was carrying. It was a totally bizarre image, considering Kane was slender built, shorter than most advlt humans Fawkes had seen, and far to delicate appearing to be carrying such a disproportionally huge weapon. It also didn't sit well with the mutant at all that Kane had that familiar look on his face, gleam to his eyes, as he reached up and patted the Fat Man that was still resting on his shoulder.

Weighed down as he was, Kane forwent skipping up to the gaping doorway and settled for moseying instead, feeling far too proud of himself and radiating his smug amusemant. He ignored the alarmed look Fawkes had given him as he peered out at his target. There was a slight problem, though, and not all of it to do with sadistic joy. Kane was simply not well-trained in the usage of such a weapon, making it doubly dangerous in slightly unskilled hands, but it hadn't even crossed his mind to hand it over to Fawkes, who did know how to use the thing. Instead, he was fumbling with the contraption and sighting the Behemoth through the weapon's optics.

Since there weren't any fingers anywhere near the trigger, Fawkes felt it in his own best interest, as well as his friend's, to interrupt. "Kane!" he shouted, just loud enough to be heard, but hopefully not loud enough to give away their position. Blue eyes turned to look up at him as he stood beside the young man. "Are you quite sure that this is a wise course of action?"

"Hell, yes I am, Fawkes," he answered, turning his attention back to the battle and back to his new toy. Thankfully, it had yet to be loaded, and so Kane was free to fiddle with it as much as he liked without the danger of killing the both of them in a spectacular explosion. "We don't have anything else to take it down."

"While you are correct, does it not occur to you that, perhaps, of the two of us, you are least qualified to handle such a piece of equipment?" Thankfully, this seemed to penetrate Kane's slight insanity and get him thinking again. At a sigh and nod, he pressed on, "Would it not be much wiser to allow myself to make use of it?" The mutant let out a breath he'd not even been aware he'd been holding in as his friend reluctantly passed the Fat Man to him.

Swinging the large launcher up over his own shoulder, he took up position at one side of the doorway, getting down on one knee to better stabilize himself as he leveled the weapon at the Behemoth who, despite being riddled with laser fire, was holding up quite well. The weapon still had yet to be loaded, giving him a chance to get a feel for it. It was not something to be taken lightly.

Kane crouched beside him despite his current position bringing them to about the same height, surveying the scene as well. Though the Brotherhood Knights were managing to keep the huge creature at bay now, they weren't exactly gaining any headway in the battle and one side was bound to end up the loser sooner or later. Taking note of this, Kane turned to his friend, "Okay, it seems they've got a lid on it for now. He's still too close to the building, though. We need to get him away from those Knights." As soon as the words left his mouth, Kane's eyes regained that slightly unstable gleam to them and Fawkes couldn't help but give him a worried look. "I have an idea," he stated, getting back to his feet.

"Dare I inquire as to what your new plan entails?" he asked as the launcher was jarred slightly, Kane fiddling with it before loading it up with a Mini-Nuke, handing the other he had to Fawkes.

Giving his friend the biggest reassuring grin he could manage, which did anything but make Fawkes actually feel better, he shrugged his slender shoulders. "Distraction," was all he said and before the mutant could even think of a response, the young man had darted out of their temporary shelter. He could only watch in a strange, detached fascination as Kane booked it right up to the Behemoth's feet.

"Hey! HEY YOU!" Confusion and a growl was the only answer he got as it turned to stare at him. Taking a few steps back, he continued, "Yeah, you! The big, ugly, stinking, poor excuse for a Super Mutant!" A lower growl rattled in the massive chest, huge hands tightening their grip on the heavy pipe the creature was wielding like a club. "You're so damn stupid, I bet you were brain damaged before being turned!" There was a howl that the young man felt right through his body into his core and he started jogging backwards while the Behemoth advanced on him. "I bet you can't even kill one little, unarmed human! Come get me!" With that, he sprinted away as fast as possible, ignoring the thundering roar of rage behind him as it gave chase. Luckily, he was faster, but he did have to take an erratic, zig-zagging path to keep from being brained with a fire hydrant.

Still hurling insults over his shoulder, Kane made for the fountain, turning hard to run behind it. Predictably, he was followed, but he then vaulted over one of the outer walls that once kept water from spilling out, jumping again to clear the other side and running for dear life. This presented a problem to the Behemoth because it simply couldn't go the way Kane had just went and so it had to round the structure to resume pursuit. This had been the plan all along, though.

Hurdling past the open doorway which Fawkes was still knelt in, he managed to shriek a, "NOW!" at his friend, but didn't even think about slowing. The welcoming sound of a ka-thunk reached his ears a second later and he turned in time to see the small Nuke flying through the air, its trajectory hitting dead on and bouncing off the creature's thick-skulled head before detonating. He managed a fist pump along with a woop of joy before his friend stormed out from his hiding spot and right up to Kane.

The smaller man let out a very undignified squeak as the front of his shirt was taken into two huge fists and he was lifted off the ground by that convenient handle. Fawkes' voice was even more harsh than usual, sounding slightly feral. "Don't. You. Ever. Do. That. Again," he ground out, punctuating each word by shaking Kane to get his point across.

Being as close as he was now, dangling from the strong grasp only a few inches from his friend's face as slitted, green eyes seemed to bore into him, Kane could only now realize how much the mutant was shaking. He wasn't stupid and knew it wasn't anger. Suddenly, all the joy from their victory drained out of him and he felt horrible. Always his friend was working hard to keep him from getting himself maimed or killed since he tended to take danger head on, laughing Death in the face all the while.

Thin lips parted and Kane was about to voice an apology when Fawkes stopped him with a head shake, simply saying, "No." A deep-breathed sigh followed and he finally put his friend down, fighting off the last vestiges of that primal side, calming down now that there was no reason for it. "Noble action is reflexive of you, my friend, as much as it causes undue stress as I make every possible attempt at protecting you from yourself. It is simply how your mind is arranged."

"Still," Kane replied, very much subdued now. "You gotta let me feel like a jerk for it. I'm-" The words cut off as a big hand went for his hair, Kane making a half-hearted attempt at blocking it. Fawkes mussed his hair but good, then stepped aside so that Kane could lead the way. Sighing in defeat, Kane tried to right his hair, shooting his friend little glares. "I hate you," he muttered.

Smiling as best as his face would permit, Fawkes tried to throttle down his sudden amusemant. He really could never stay upset with Kane for very long. "I hate you too," he replied happily, chuckling when his friend rolled his eyes at him.

Looks good ill think about a story and post it soon.

could probably draw inspiration from Grendel, but my problem is mine would probably be too much like grendel to be it's own thing.

Oooh, good idea, Il start writing right away.
I think I've got a nice thing llready in my mind.

Edit:

Done! Thought up and written in no more than two hours.
Hope you'll like it!

The Story Of Morgog

It was a bright night. In fact, it was brighter than most other nights.
Morgog looked above to the stars, wondering what he was doing here.
He thought about it more often these days.
Every night they were set out to the outside world, looking for more victims.
When was it ever going to be enough? When would Gaw think it’s enough?

Probably never. Gaw, the boss, had always been a greedy supermutant.
The only reason why he was the boss is that he was stronger than the rest.
Once every month, they would have a small tournament.
The winner was to be declared boss. You would have absolute power over the rest.
But Gaw was the boss for as long as Morgog could remember.

Not many supermutants would dare to take on Gaw these days.
He seemed to get stronger by the week.
Something just wasn’t right there, Morgog thought.
But the rest was too stupid to come to that conclusion.
Morgog was smarter than most, but he also had a terrible handicap.
His arms were shorter than ought to be. They were half the normal size.

Wangor didn’t care about it. He stood by Morgog’s side till the death.
Wangor, like any other supermutant, wasn’t very bright, but he was loyal.
He went every night on the hunt with Margog, although he didn’t really need to.
Margog was sent out to hunt every single night by Gaw.
They probably hoped he would get killed, but until now, Margog survived every single hunt.

Wangor didn’t pay attention to the stars. He was on the lookout for new meat.
“There!” he said “Humans. A small group. Only three.”
Margog jumped off the rock he was sitting on and took a look.
“Not three,” He replied. “There are four.”
Wangor counted the humans back on his hand.
“Oh yes, four.” He replied. “I’ll get it right sometime!”

The humans didn’t see the supermutants, as they walked right towards them.
Wangor grabber his hunting rifle and took his first shot at the humans.
They screamed and ran in opposite directions, looking where the shot came from.
Morgog grabbed his baseball bat and ran towards the humans.
He swung and… missed. The human turned around to look at Morgog.
He saw his small arms and couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re no supermutant!” He said “You’re a failed experiment!”
And he continued laughing.
This had gotten Morgog so angry that he grabbed his double barrelled shotgun,
which he had attached to his chest, and blew the humans face clean off.
“No Killing!” Wangor shouted. “We need them alive.”
Morgog knew that, but he was tired of being laughed at.

Wangor had already batted the other three humans unconscious and they took them back to the base.
Gaw always made clear that the two couldn’t come back unless they had caught at least two humans.
Sometimes, it took Morgog and Wangor more than three days to return with new meat.
But luckily, this was a fast haul.

The gatekeeper, who was large, even for supermutant standards, looked at them and smiled.
“Back already?” he said “Can’t you leave one here? I’m hungry!”
Morgog shook his head and continued inside.
The base was entirely underground and made out of metal.
It was remarkable that the lighting still worked, but Morgog was good with everything technical.

He used to fix the electricity more than once, without being thanked for it.
He ‘should be glad they’d still let him live there’.
Wangor was tired of it, he occasionally though that maybe he would be better off dead.
They reached Gaw’s room and dropped the still unconscious humans at his feat.
Behind Gaw, there was a door where no one was allowed through, except for Gaw himself.
Morgog tried to look past Gaw and take a peek.

“That didn’t take you very long.” Gaw replied in his low crackled voice.
“I think I’ll send you back. Get more meat.”
This was so unfair that Morgog decided to say something,
which was quite brave considering the fact that Gaw was even larger than the gatekeeper.
“What? We just got back, with no less than four humans, that’s two more than we had to!”

Gaw examined the humans, of which one had just woken up.
The tiny human looked directly into Gaw’s face and started screaming.
Gaw hit him back to the ground, death striking him instantly.
“There are two dead.” He growled. “I told you that I needed them alive!”
“But you just killed the other one yourself!” Morgog replied, getting angry now.

Gaw bended over Morgog and started laughing.
“Who made you boss, Morgog moron?” He said, spitting all over Morgog’s face.
“If you’s like to run this place, then you may challenge me for a fight in the tournament tomorrow.”
No one had challenged Gaw yet, because everyone was too afraid to die.
But Morgog didn’t care about dieing anymore, so he said the words which even amazed himself.

“I’ll do it.” He told directly into Gaw’s face, trying to use as much spit as he could.
Gaw looked at Morgog with wonder.
“HAH! It’s settled then. Tomorrow at dusk, the arena.”
Morgog didn’t say a word, but left the room with Wangor following him closely.
“Don’t even think about running away!” Gaw shouted at him from behind.

Wangor looked at Morgog, with too many questions in his eyes.
“Why, what?” he stuttered “How do you think you can defeat him?”
Morgog didn’t thought about that. He didn’t care if he’d live of die.
“But what will I do then?” Wangor replied looking afraid.
He did have a point there. It would be a bit cruel leaving him behind like that.
Wangor was a great mutant, but he was too stupid to survive without Morgog.

“I have a plan” Morgog said sinisterly “Just wait until tomorrow.
And so they did.
The night passed quickly, mostly because there wasn’t much left of it.
Morgog didn’t sleep; he was preparing for the fight all night and day.
Dusk was reaching quite fast and before Morgog knew, he was inside the cage of the Arena.
The other mutants were standing around the cage screaming and kicking.

Some had already started fighting each other, too eager to wait for the big fight.
Gaw entered the cage and the audience started screaming even louder.
“GAW GAW GAW!” they shouted and “MORGOG, MORON!” they bellowed.
Morgog didn’t pay attention to it, he was preparing for the fight.
Wangor stood directly behind him. “Come on Wangor, you can win!”

The rules of the Cage fights were simple:
-You can use whatever bat you have. This rule was set by Gaw who was the only one with a solid metal bat.
-It is a fight to the death, so no one can leave the cage until the other one doesn’t breathe anymore.

Gaw, ho was holding his metal bat tight, looked like he couldn’t wait to get into the fight.
Morgog on the other hand, looked a bit uncomfortable,
trying to hold his wooden bat with both his hands, which was quite difficult with his short arms.
The bell (made by Morgog himself) gave a low buzzing sound, and the fight had started.

Gaw instantly ran towards Morgog swinging his bat in an outer rage.
Morgog quickly ducked and avoided the bat from entering his skull by an inch.
He turned around and swung at Gaw. Miss.
Gaw swirled around and swooped his long arms at Morgog, hitting his right leg with the metal bat.
Morgog lay down on the ground trying to grab his hurt leg, but he couldn’t reach.

“Hah!” Gaw bellowed “Do you need a hand? Or should I say ARM!”
The crowd roared with laughter, but Morgog ignored it.
He rolled over, not thinking about the pain and stood up behind Gaw.
Gaw turned around and started laughing.
“You’re not going to win, moron. You might as well give up now.”

Morgog grabbed his bat by the end and pointed it at Gaw’s head.
“What are you going to do now? Prod me with it?”
The crowed roared once more.
Suddenly, Gaw noticed that he was looking inside a barrel.
He stopped laughing in an instant. “WHAT!?”

But it was too late. Morgog pulled the trigger on his custom made bat-gun and with a bang, the bullet drilled right between Gaw’s eyes.
The arena went totally silent as Gaw hit the ground.
Morgog lowered his bat and walked out of the cage as quiet as he walked in.
Wangor shouted as hard as he could. “MORGOG! MORGOG!”
The crowd slowly joined in and after a while, everyone was shouting Morgog’s name.

Morgog didn’t listen, but he walked directly towards Gaw’s room, towards the forbidden doorway.
He wanted to know what was behind it. He needed to know what Gaw was up to all along.
There was still one human tied up sitting in the corner, sobbing.
Morgog noticed the device next to the human.

It had two pods. One was still holding a dead human, shrunken and shrivelled.
It looked like all his life energy was taken from him.
The other pod was empty, but Morgog knew that he should stand inside it.
He grabbed the live human, and replaced it for the dead one.
He looked at the control panel in the middle of the two pods, and pulled some swithes.

The device started humming, and the pods started lighting up.
Morgog entered the second pod, and instantly felt a change in his body.
Energy flew through his body, and suddenly he began to grow!
But the human in the other pod started to shrink and shrivel.
He screamed in pain, with his hands on his face and knees on the floor.

Morgog didn’t pay attention to the human, he was only paying attention to himself.
His arms were getting longer and longer, until they reached the normal length.
This device made him grow stronger, tougher, more powerfull!
With this device, he could get whatever he wanted.

Finally he didn’t have to listen to anyone anymore.
Now they had to listen to him, he was the boss now.
He left the room and made sure that it was locked tight.
Wangor just entered the room as Morgog shut the door.

“What happened to you?” He asked “You’re larger, and your arms, they’re normal!”
“Shut up!” Morgog bellowed. “Get the others, we need more humans.”
With more humans, Morgog thought, he would have more power.
And with more power, he could have anything he wanted.

With great power comes great responsibility, yeah? I wonder how he'll handle that!

Also, I want a bat-gun

I'll add your story to the list. Awesome work

Nice story, Lavanoth. I like the change at the end, very nice indeed. I think I'll write one soon enough, probably focusing on the comical side...

Grimm, Mendal and Ham

Chapter One - Part One

"These three fresh out of the goo." Came a gruff voice that echoed within vault 87's cold, blood-stained steel walls. It was the voice of an aged super-mutant, his skin was beginning to take more of a green tint, rather than a sickly yellow. He was talking to another, bigger, supermutant whilst standing infront of three fairly weedy looking mutants. "Send them out. They go get humans." He barked, giving out orders to the less experienced one. He turned, looking upon the three new muties. "You go out of vault. Find..." The mutant help his hand up, holding up five fingers after counting each one out loud, "...You find six humans! Bring back alive, ok? And no eating them!" After speaking the final part, he seemed to gaze off, imaging feasting on a human. Mendal, the small and smartest of the three stepped forwards and spoke out.

"Ok, Grish. Do we get guns?" Grish shook his head, knowing that if he gave them guns, they'd end up killing the humans, rather than capturing them. Ham's face dropped, he was the biggest and dumbest of the group. Grish had ran out with half-decent names by the time he'd come to Ham, so named him after one of his favourite treats. "Ham want rocket shooter!" He began protesting to Grish, a frown upon his leathery face. "No!" The large supermutant bellowed at him, pointing out of the door. "You go to armoury, get..." He pondered for a moment, before the eldest one spoke out. "Get hammers...And stuff!" He was clearly fustrated by all the talking within his room; It made his brain ache. He began to throw pencils, cups and other, random items at the group, screaming for them to go...

Not much later, the three immerged from the vault, armed to the teeth with...Crap. Grimm, the most average of the group had a large plank strapped to his back with a few bent, rusty nails forced through the end and a makeshift metal helmet upon his skull. Mendal had come a bit more prepared, having recieved a large custom made club, coated in sharps of metal and sharpened bone. Attatched to his body, he had his own personal armour, created from various pieces of cars. As for Ham, he'd chosen a nice big sledgehammer, good for crushing limbs and hopes of escape. His armour, on the other hand, was, well, unique. To protect his thick skull, he wore a large bucket, with eyeholes and a smiling mouth cut into it. His body armour was the strangest of all; Two large slabs of brahmin steak. Ham's theory was that if he got hungry, he could eat it, "Tasty armour!" As he put it.

Mendal lead the misfit group of mutants forwards. They were heading to a settlement known as Arefu. Mendal had heard stories of it being a small Human settlement with exactly six inhabitants and not only did it have the required amount of Humans, it was also poorly defended and fairly close. "Convenient", thought Mendal, "Whatever that mean.". The group wandered from the vault, content on their little hunting trip. It didn't take the trio long until they found their first human. A weak looking man wearing a black leather jacket and holding what appeared to be an empty sawn-off shotgun.

He jumped out from behind a rock, thinking he'd be confronting a group of large Humans, only to find it was infact, three large super-mutants. "Oh...Uh." He turned on his heels, dropping the shotgun and started to run, but it was too late. Grimm already had the man in his grip. "Haha! Weak Human try to run from Grimm." He lifted him up, his hand wrapped around both his legs and held him up for all the mutants to examine. "Oh god, d-don't eat me!" He tried to plead with the mutants, but it was no use, he stood no chance against these giants, with force or with words. "Mendal, what we do with silly human?" He thought for a moment, for moving down to the human's head, getting extremely closing, exhaling a concotion of pungent smells into his nostrils. "Boo!" He yelled, causing Mel to do two things. Firstly, he lost control of his bladder and then he passed out. All three of the mutants began to laugh at him. "Silly Human. We hold onto him, might come in handy." Said Mendal and they continued to walk. Grimm slipped him into a large brown sack and strapped him onto his back.

Further up the winding road, the muties came across a fairly large hound, who's fur was matted and in a small amount. Ham's face lit up inside of his bucket, charging at the dog, yelling: "Poochie!" The dog's eyes filled with horror as the huge, screaming mutant charged it. The thoughts within it's head sumed up to, "Oh hell no." Before it had a chance to run, it was already being straddled in the bulky mutants arms. "My poochie! Grimm. We feed dog silly man?" Grimm looked over to Mendal, giving him a inquisitive look. Mendal rubbed his chin for a moment, then nodded. Grimm hurled the sack of his back to the ground infront of Ham. The sound of breaking bones and then those bones ripping through flesh and skin filled the air. Anxiously, Ham opened the bag with one hand, as the other gripped the squirming dog. "Time for din-din Poochie." He placed his foot ontop of the back, holding the body of Mel down and his hand gripped a leg. He screwed his face up as he pulled on the leg. Inside the bag Mel screamed and cried out, but his protesting was soon replaced with the ripping of muscle.

Poochie feasted on the severed leg, realising that going along with the mutants may be a good thing, free food and protection. The four wandered on, Ham holding the leg by his side so Poochie could take a bit whenever he pleased. Soon, they were near the overpass Arefu was on. Mendal scoped the place out, his common sense told him they should wait until night to attack. So they did. Night soon fell, plunging the wasteland into perpetual darkness. Ham strapped the leg onto his back, considering it as a possible weapon if needed, but held in his hands the sledgehammer he had named "Hammer". Grimm gripped his club in both hands, ready to grab and bag some humans, while Mendal approached entirely unarmed, knowing that his unarmed skill alone would be enough to take down any humans. Together, the four crept up the overpass towards the makeshift housing, even Poochie seemed to be sneaking.

They approached the first house, Mendal took point and motioned for Grimm to follow and for Ham (and Poochie) to stand guard incase they alerted anyone else. The two mutants managed to make it through the doorway and into the little shack. Mendal signalled to Grimm, who opened the bag containing Mel's corpse inside. With his knowledge of the Human body and brute force, Mendal grasped Ken Ewers' neck, stopping him fron breathing. He thrashed around, making very little noise. Luckily, Mendal applied just enough force and hadn't crushed his windpipe. Once his body stopped moving, Mendal lifted the unconcious human up and placed him in the sack, smiling to Grimm. The commotion had woken up Ken's wife, Brailee Ewers, though. She looked up at the two mutants holding a sack. "Santa?" She asked to Grimm, whom was holding the sack. The two mutants exchanged bewildered looks for a moment before Grimm nodded towards here and then delievered a punch right into her innocent face. He couldn't help giving a little laugh at the clearly insane women after stuffing her in the bag. "Two down...Four more." Whispered Mendal as the two exited the house.

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I'll finish it a bit later on or maybe even tomorrow. A little clue into what's going to happen, think; the family and Ian West.

Oh do please keep going. This is hilarious :lmao:

Thanks, I've discovered a new love, Kikai; Supermutants. And thanks for making this topic. I might even make this into a proper fan fiction. I've got quite a few more ideas in my head.

Awesome! Glad to hear that I'd love to see more crazy adventures of your little trio there

Don't forget Poochie! If you've got any suggestions (or requests), go for it. The more ideas the merrier and even if I don't use 'em, I might use them for inspiration.

Ah, good to hear. Thank you Kikai and Ribbo

If you like it, you can always read the defenders of the wastes.

When I got some more time, I'll read your stories right away.

Jesus christ, Lavanoth. I just read a load of your Fan fic, up to the big where Crow gets his arm removed. I thought it was only three pages, until it showed the four, then I pressed the skip to end and saw 7. o.x Good stuff, real good stuff.

And if you have any ideas for my trio's adventures, please tell me.

Grimm, Mendal and Ham

Chapter One - Part Two

Once out of the Ewer's residence, Mendal tied the top of the sack with a thick metal wire he'd taken from the vault inorder to keep it's contense inside. "Grimm," Whispered Mendal, looking around the small settlement as he spoke to his brethrin, "you, Ham and Poochie stay out here. If you here noise from house, get ready for fight." He then proceeded to the next house, the abode of Karen Schenzy whilst Ham took his place with Poochie by the West's home, standing by the door, listening. Grimm was standing by the door to Evan King's house, club in both hands, incase he needed to clobber the inhabitant of the house, oh he hoped he would.

Karen tossed and turned in her bed, plagued by nightmares of supermutants and ghouls, she called out quitely in her sleep as she rolled, "No...No, don't take me. No, I don't want to be..." Her sleep talking was ended when Mendal bludgeoned her head with a conveniently placed iron; Sadly for Karen, she'd been doing her ironing before she went to bed, so now had a iron imprint burnt onto her skin. Mendal, despite his 'vast intelligence', couldn't resist slapstick humour and chuckled whilst stuffing her in a fresh bag. The mutant crept out, throwing the bag containing Karen ontop of the already full bag. He then approached Grimm, who was standing by Evan King's house. "Now, you go in an get hi--" The mutant's speech was cut short as a bowling ball impacted upon his unarmoured skull.

"Take that you person snatching, milk svcking, radiation loving, hole living, brahmin...Uh, brahmin herding green sonnava [censored]!" Yelled Evan King as he shook his fist at the now unconcious Mendal. Unfortunately for the mutants, Mr. King drunk too much water that evening and had to use the little boy's room and over heard the mutants. Grimm looked to his fallen comrade and called out with rage, "I come for you now, little man!" He kicked the door down with one massive, size god knows foot and stormed in, only to be met with a hail of bullets from the Human's assault rifle. Luckily for Grimm, there was a wall nearby to hide behind which shielded him from the bullets.

The commotion had woken up the Wests, all three of them. As Mr. and Mrs. West ran out to see what was happening, Ham took care of both of them with two might swings with Mel's half-eaten leg. "Haha. That's what LEGGING it get you, human, haha!" The only joke Ham would make and only Ian West and Poochie heard it, neither of them seemed to appreciate it much. Whilst Ham was gloating about his joke to himself, Ian, overcome by his cannibalistic strength and rage, dived out onto the mutant, taking him completely by suprised. The mutant fell, letting go off the leg causing it to fly off, a fair amount of his reach. For a Human, Ian was extremely strong, strong enough to overpower the mutant. Ham lay on the floor, trying to keep Ian's mouth from his neck. "Poochie help Ham! Poochie help Ham!" The mutant called out for his four legged friend, yet the dog too had a dilemma; He was torn between saving Ham, his master or gorging himself on the succulent leg of Mel that was within his reach. "Poochie help master, please!"

Grimm peaked round the corner of the wall, noting the position of Evan before retreating back round to avoid another volley of hot lead. The mutant looked around for something to help him. Infront of him he say a variety of things. A metal box that appeared to have small, green objects in. Next to it was a hunting rifle with quite a few .32 caliber rounds surrounding it and then...An object which filled Grimm with fear. An object of such horrific proportions, he almost began to cry. Summoning all his courage, Grimm gripped onto 'the object' and moved out from his cover, diving to the side. He flung the object at Evan's face with such terrifying speed, "What the blazin--" Smash. The blood red cap shattered against his nose. It's pale white face crumbled and cracked, flying into his eyes. Grimm had managed to take down two threats; Evan King and...The gnome, who was in pieces, embedded in Evan's face. The mutant sighed in relief.

Outside, Ian got closer to Ham's neck, his teeth were audiable as they clicked together, moving closer to the green skin that coated his neck. "Poochie!" Called out the mutant as he struggled to hold the crazed youth back. The teeth of Ian ripped into the mutant's skin, cutting through it like a hot knife through green butter. "Agh!" He called the mutant as blood poured from his wound. His strength was albeit gone, the cannibal moved down to finish Ham off, only to stop halfway through. Ian's eyes opened wide and filled with tears, he let out a blood curdling scream, before passing out and fall down. As his body fell, Ham saw his loyal companion, Poochie, with his teeth sunk into what he imagined to be the Human's 'meat stick'. Ham began to laugh uncontrollably as Poochie jumped up onto the mutant's chest. "Good Poochie! Poochie save master, master happy!" The dog began to lick Ham's face and Ham was happy...Until he remembered where Poochie's mouth had just been. "Ew! No Poochie no!"

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That's part two of chapter one done. Next up, here come the family!

POOCHIE NO!

Heh, nicely done Ribbotson. I'd write something, but super mutants aren't my thing. I like to write in complete sentences.

But well done. Only one spelling mistake I found in the whole thing and the rest was written excellently.

Really? Only one? That's a suprise, I usually get more than that. Where is it? Lemme kill it. >:]

Well, it's not so much a spelling error as it is you forgot an entire word. In this paragraph.

Mendal lead the misfit group of mutants forwards. They were heading to a settlement known as Arefu. Mendal had heard stories of it being a small Human settlement with exactly six inhabitants and not only did it have the required amount of Humans, it was also poorly defended and fairly close. "Convenient", thought Mendal, "Whatever that mean.". The group wandered from the vault, content on their little hunting trip. It didn't take the trio long until they found their first human. A wearing a black jacket and wielding a sawn-off shotgun.

You forgot man there, I'm guessing.

Corrected. Thanks for pointing that out for me. And I'm still in shock that's the only one you've found.

Well, there are several minor grammar errors, but I don't normally point them out because I don't consider them important enough. They're the sort of everyday mistakes I could find in anyone's work. I have an eye for attention to detail.

*Hiss* Grammar. It's Ribbotson's one weakness...Well, other than gnomes.

Oh god, the gnomes :yuck:

I'm willing to do one. Sounds a little fun.
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Atomic Zombie

The Wasteland howled as the storm clouds above it drifted by rapidly, kicking up sand and dust and turning it all into a massive churning cloud.
Caravan's and traveling group's retreated into caves, while the animals and creatures of the Capital Wasteland cowered in fear as the storm descended upon them.
Rocks flew by, pelting anyone unprotected.
Amongst the Chaos was one safe haven...The Citadel. It stood prominently, it's metal structure deflecting bits of debris while the members inside laughed about what was going on around them.
Across the Citadel, past the bridge connecting it across the cloudy water, a bombed out building shook from the wind. A series of wooden planks connected it's broken floor, and heavy weapons were stockpiled in a single intact corner, a dead Brahmin shielding them from the storm.

"...That one looks like a rock!" Stikker yelled out, laughing insanely as the dirty wind around him blasted against his toughened, green-toned skin.
He wasn't the only Super Mutant staring defiantly at the storm around their ruin, although he WAS the only one wearing Super Mutant Master garb.
Beside him a Centaur gurgled angrily, it's tortured body lying flat on the ground in rest.
It looked where Stikker was pointing, and when he found that it was a large boulder whizzing through the sky above them, it rolled it's eyes and growled.
"Shut up, Spikey! Stikker says what Stikker wants! And Stikker's bored!"
Like a child throwing a temper tantrum, Stikker plopped down on the ground and put his arms under his chin.
"Beh! No stupid humies want to come out for me to rip apart!" No sooner had he said that sentence did he suddenly hear a group of voices. The voices were fuzzy, though, as if coming through radio static.
Giggling with glee and surprise, Stikker ducked behind a stand-alone pillar and watched as a group of five Brotherhood of Steel members walked by, their Laser Rifles out and their Power Armor dirty from the sand billowing around.
"Why the hell are we out here?! We could be inside the Citadel with the others, drinking hot cocoa!" One snapped to the leader, who had a flashlight attached to her helmet.
"Shush! People will need Aqua Pure now more than ever! It's our duty to prote-"

While the group squabbled, Stikker grinned, hoisting a Nail Board over his head. He'd grab a Minigun or something...but found them less fun and less messy. If they had clean water, he could screw things, that were unclear to even him, up by killing them.
Visions of bludgeoning armored heroes caused Stikker to almost hop up and down.
Spikey seemed to pick up on the emotion, and started twisting his tongues in a bloodthirsty manner.
"Alright, Spikey...now's our chance...DISTRACTION!"
Surprised, the Centaur yelped as it was suddenly punted by it's master right into the travelers.
It knocked one of the Knights over, and prompted a massive screaming session as the group registered what happened.
"...HOLY SHIIIII-"
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING?!"
"Oh my god...I'm gonna be sick!"
"GET THIS [censored] FREAK OFF ME! OH, GOD! THE TONGUES! WHAT'S WITH IT'S TONGUE?!"
"SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN WE LEAVE OUR HOME?! Hot cocoa...freaky monster with tentacles growing out it's mouth....hmm...HOW ABOUT THE #$@%ING MONSTER?! GREAT IDEA, PALADIN!"

The panic escalated when Stikker leaped out of his hiding place and roared.
"YEE-YEAHHH! I'm going to RIP YOUR ARMS OFF, and BEAT YOU WITH IT!"
" Oh, jeez! A mutie, too! CHRIST!"
"AH! AH! AH!"
"KILL IT! KILL IT WITH FIRE!"

The Knight closest to Stikker shakily shot twice with his Laser Rifle, hitting the Mutant twice in the chest and leaving scorch marks before he was knocked out by a heavy blow from the nail board.
Wheezing with laughter, Stikker turned to the Paladin, who retreated behind the other two Knights as they fired away.
More shots burned through Stikker's skin, even leaving a few gaping holes, but he kept charging, screaming like crazy.
"YEEEEARRRRRGH!"
He whacked one right on the side of the head, sending him flying in a cloud of dust and disappearing into the stormy, whistling sands beyond where the eye could see.
The other he simply headbutted, sending them both squealing in pain, but leaving the knight unconcious and on the ground.
Leaning over the Knight that was pre-occupied with Spikey, Stikker yelled in his face and kicked him squarely in the side, sending him into a spinning blackout.

Finally, he strode towards the Paladin, who fired off her whole clip in the Tri-Beam Laser Rifle she had. Again, Stikker shrugged off the injuries.
He instead yanked the gun out of her hand and pistol-whipped her with it, slapping her across the forehead with the rifle butt.
With all of his enemies on the ground, Stikker laughed again, raising his arms in triumph as the storm started to die down.
He felt rather dizzy, but tried to ignore it. He took three steps towards the unconcious Paladin....then fell to the ground, still smiling stupidly.
His chest was riddled with holes and punctures, and the wounds were starting to catch up with him.
But he didn't care.
As the dust settled and gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and said: "Hahahaaaaa....I win...stupid.....tin....cans...."

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There's probably something symbolic in that. But I forget.