Prologue.

Wherever I go, death either follows me, or has already struck.
Any time I go out the door, it seems people die.
The times are changing, Talon company is growing, murder is a part of everyday life.
That is, as long as your not on the receiving end of the gun.

Megaton has become more of a death trap than a town.
That damn bomb, activated, yet in a sort of 'hibernation', had radiation spreading all over.
Some of the people had either fallen to death, or had turned ghoul.
Most days I just lay in bed, sweating, not ready to face the world of death that waited for me.

I was one of the lucky ones, I leave town enough to have rads drop once in while.
With the help of Rad-away of course. Days I can't find it, I just pay for the removal.
My daily routine consists of drinking hard, eating terrible food, drinking hard and drinking.
I drink to castaway the memories. But no matter how drunk I get, they just won't leave me.

It was two years ago, two long, bloody, hot years ago.
I was on a routine raider clean up when it happened.
Many of the Regulators had been back at HQ, when it all happened.
Talon Company, those heartless bastards, came in and just...

They went in and killed them all, every last one.
I'm glad I wasn't there, or I'd be dead, just like them.
I came back an hour later, and...I just...
I...I can't talk about it, its too painful to speak of.

As for other settlements, I'm not quite sure.
There never was much travel in the Wastes, but it had decreased.
Even the Caravans stopped selling their wares, due to Talon bastards.
They are the bane of my existence, and I swear to myself, I will destroy them.

Every last one, like they did to the Regulators.

((OOC: Its a prologue, don't complain about the length, constructive criticism, please. Tell me how you like the opening.
The actual story should begin tomorrow, if times permits. It will be more "Show, don't tell!" than this, and at the very least, vote.))

To quote a line in Kill Bill.

"I can say, with no pride, that this is my best work"

It was something like that, and its true, this will be my favorite.

very interesting. Looks good here

It has potential.

Chapter one.
Megaton Nights.

The moon rose, with a great luminescence. On days that nights a peaceful, it seems that the moon watches us, and keeps us safe.
Lucas Simms, the local "Sheriff" wanted me on gate guard duty. It was only Stockholm that guarded, but he had gone to Rivet City.
The gate was always being attacked by Giant Ants, or the occasional small minded raider. Even if he got in, he would get gunned down.
The chair I was on was uncomfortable, like sitting on a pit of metal. A pit of metal that had been set on fire, as it absorbed the earlier days heat.

My hunting Rifle sat calmly in my lap, only moving as I took my breath. The gun always had my trust with it, it served me for many years.
The moon was right over Megaton, combined with the lights of Megaton, the sight was stunning. you could probably see the town 3 miles away.
Nothing really happened overnight, I think two or four Molerats, but other than that, the area was silent. Maybe the Wasteland had seen peace?
No, it never does, it never will. I had started to doze off when a large Explosion happened near Springvale School, a raider hot spot.

I had no time to react, it was loud enough to make me jump out of my chair. The only times I've ever been caught off guard was when I was asleep, for obvious reasons.
I had my rifle pointed they direction, yet not much other activity that way. They must have been messin' around with frags, and either died, or learned their lesson.
I hope it was the first choice, I really, really do. A few months back, a settlement was attacked by a group of raiders calling themselves "The Wasted".
The "Wasted" were nothing more than a organized, unorganized group of idiots, as all raiders are. The only difference was that they had a name.
My shift was over, so I headed back to my shack, for another sleepless, scolding hot night. My mattress was terrible, but I found it in the Wasteland, so go figure.

I had a dream last night, one of terror, and as we've all come to accept, death.

((Again, sorry of the length, I just rented Bethesdas new love child, WET, sooo :bolt:))

Good potential, hoping to see more.

OOC: Funny with the name.

yeah man, that's crazy.
And I might work on CH. 2 maybe tonight, maybe.

Edit, empty.

Chapter two.
The dream.

My dream, the one I have had for two years, endlessly, had arrived once more. It was of that day, the day my life changed. I walk in to the Regulator HQ, to find many dead bodies, sprawled on the floor. I gasp, and Talon Company, ready to unload death upon me. before that happens, though, the floor opens, and I fall through it. It is at that point I wake up, screaming, and in a cold sweat. I got out of my bed, ready to just fall, and never get up. I sat down at my table, and some tears started to fall down my face. I have never cried, since the incident. It eventually turned into a full-fledged cry. I started to bang on the table, trying to give my anger a thing to release its self upon. I went back into my bed, just trying to forget. I never fell asleep that again that night, I was too upset. Why are you angry, you may ask? Those people were my friends, my only friends. They died for no reason.

I sat in bed until early morning, and began to drink. You do not judge me, if you went through what I did, you'd understand. I put on my Duster, never was I ready to enter this world. I went down to the gates, and walked out of them. The day seemed hotter than last, every day was worse than last. Chances are, another life will be taken today. There is nothing I can do to stop that, and even if I could, another one would only happen in its place. I wanted to leave Megaton, as I could. I didn't own many things, my Duster, Rifle, and a pistol, that was it. I knew that was the one thing to do, this place had many suffering, and I could not bare to see them that way. I pack up what few things I owned, said goodbye to Lucas Simms, and bought some last Whiskey for the road. The Wastes were an unforgiving place, never giving a break. The only way to succeed in this place, was to be the one killing.

I headed on the trail into Springvale, the destroyed houses were a reminder to are own destructive past. The old gas station had a Nuka-Cola machine next to it, so I thought that it wouldn't hurt to have one. It was a hot drink, due to the Wastes great ability to absorb heat. It tasted as all Nuka-Colas taste, sweet at first, then a disgusting syrup after taste. I finished it, and gave the bottle back to the wastes. I had noticed a large building, and read the adjoining sign. "SPRINGVALE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL", first time I've heard the word "School" in this hell-hole. I thought of a good place to start a new life, and the one place that didn't svck, Rivet City. Best in the Capital Wastes.

Complaints, Suggestion, don't hold back.

pretty sweet so far, keep up the great work!

But if people could tell me whats wrong, it could be way better.

For me, it's just personal preference. This to me seems like a gritty memoir, something I've just never really been interested in. Like... when I read Watchmen, I felt more connected to Nite Owl I than any other character, not so much Rorschach.

That's why I love this dark story. Negatives are his only companion.
And when I write parts to it, I'm always listening to Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata", my favorite work of his.

Emotions is what I strive for, not action.
But then the story gets boring, so there will be some action, within the next two chapters.

Chapter three.
Undead Desperado.

I had made my way trough the Wastes, and the beginning of a Metro tunnel was before me. I had be began to open the gates when a screeching voice called out behind me.

"Hey, Human, you die now!"

It was a Super Mutant, I had only seen these ugly bastards a few times before, but never up close.I pulled out my Rifle ready to kill them, as everyone does. Before I got a shot off, they already had many upon me, three or four. I knew I could take them all so I ran. I was half way down the trail when I heard one say "HOT POTATO". A clicking sound was heard afterward. I jumped to gain momentum against the Grenade, but woe is me, failed. The Grenade went off sending me head first into the concrete. The last thing I saw was a human looking leg next to me.

"Hey, smoothskin, get up!" was what I heard as my eyes opened and I came to. "DAH, what the hell" I said. "Yeah, I saved you ass, your welcome, bigot". He was nice enough to help me up, at least. "Who are you?" I asked him. "I'm your [censored] savior" he said, agitated. He was a stonger looking ghoul, he could probably beat me in a fist fight. "You gonna just stand there drooling, or you gonna say somein'" He asked. Many thoughts ran through may head. Who is he? why did he save me? I had know idea on how to ask him these questions. "Excuse me, but you look like someone who can fight. Can you you lead me to Rivet City?" I asked. "What the [censored] do I look like, some kinda tour guide?". "I can pay you" I told him. "I don't need your money, shove off." he began to walk off.


"I can pay you in booze" I offered. He stopped dead in his tracks. "How much we talkin'" he said. "Seven bottles of Whiskey, if you'd like". "Well then, how could I say no" he said as he approached me. "I'm Fitzgerald, who are you" He said. "I'm Jon, Jon Roberts" I told him. "Okay, Jon haul ass, I want to get there before sundown." He told me.

I don't think I'll like him.