Lumberg or Loneberk - the Search for Nothing.
Warning - bad grammar and sense.
Story
Prologue - Gathering.
The sun was rising slowly over the dead wasteland, bringing light and pushing away the darkness. There were little life left to greet it with joy. Random rat or gecko was looking at the rising sun with worry and hurried to hide in their home till the night.
The coldness of the night was felt yet and chill air was rising from the sand. People and mutants were standing all around and were trying to come closer to the fire. Large camp was lieing in the endless reaches of the Wasteland between NCR and New San Fransico. Nobody wanted to get this lands, because it was full of radiation and blasted mutants... Well, after the destruction of Enclave strange camp appeared from nowhere. There were rumours that something must happen there and all travellers, hard-heads and everybody else, who didn't want to work, began to gather there without any good reason. And this "reason" was attracting them as light attracts flies. In a week there were a lot of people in that camp and they were waiting for something. They didn't know what it will be, but there was rumour that something great must happen...
"So, what is it? Why are we wasting our time here, while there is Navarro near, ready for plunder?!" - cried one of the desperate men, but he didn't get his answer and staied anyway. He wanted to know what would happen. The sense of waiting was whirling in the air... Something was going to happen today. Everybody was sure in it.
Old cracky ghoul was standing in the shadow of the large tent and was looking at the rising sun. As a good actor, he was waiting for a right time to start. He was waiting a right minute... Suddenly he noticed somebody in a mob of the people and smiled evily. His burnt skin began to crack loudly, but he laughed anyway. It was a great day and old ghoul was getting a grand pleasure from it. All was running smoothy:
"Hey, Guardian, Kashluk... come here." - he cried loudly and yawned. When two unclear figures came to him, he looked at them with evil smile and than said:
"I see that you've arrived finally. Everybody else have joined us already, but you made me to worry..."
Tall man in black leather looked at him grimly and answered:
"It lookes like that we had no choice, you... Killzig."
"You have not. That's why I like it - this stuff concerns you in first ranks" - an old ghoul laughed and turned away - "I just wanted to start as soon as possible. My other guests began to be nervous... but now everything is clear..."
The day will be hot. Man in high-tech armour looked at the Sun and sighed hopelessly. It was hell to wear Power Armour in one of this days, but what choice did he have? He put away the sweat from his forehead and looked around. All this guys around him was making him nervous. He looked like brahmin in the pack of deathclaws. All this high-tech stuff, he owned was so attracting for common raiders and thugs. He began to notice curious looks in his side. Surely, he'll have to waste some time to deal with some of them, if they'll continue this stuff. Brotherhood of Steel is not some bunch of morons and they all should know it. Man looked around and noticed that most of the thugs were hiding eyes. They didn't want to mess with him. The last of them, who looked in his eyes with warning, will get enough. He looked at his gun and grinned. The kiss of this baby will bring some colour on every face... something red.
"Hey, Stainless..." - man looked around with interest and noticed oldest ghoul, he has ever seen. His skin was crawling from it's face as cloak and old ghoul had to put it back.
"What do you want, Onthebounce..?" - man in the armour asked grimly.
"As always... great and terrible Killzig want to see you personaly." - Stainless noticed his grinning look and sighed:
"Ok. Tell him that I'll visit him when he'll finish all this mess. I don't want to crawl all around, while all this guys are here... Too many of curious looks."
"As you wish, but I'd advice you to stay for a while... it can be quite interesting show even for you, Warrior of the BOS."
Stainless looked at him with interest, but ghoul disappeared in the mob already. What the hell he was talking about it? And what does this blasted owner of the camp want from me now? He looked around grimly and continued to wait. The thugs around him didn't want to leave too.
"Pyro, Lasse... my old friends, welcome." - large ghoul in the metal armour was coming fast to a small group of rather strange mutants, sitting in the distance from everybody else. They were laughing sometimes, while they saw some chick in the distance. The sense of their looks couldn't be misunderstood, but nobody wanted to mess with them. They didn't look so helpless at all. One of the mutants - small fella with green skin and bad attitude looked at the newcomer and grinned, showing mouth full of sharp teeth.
"Oh, Kreegle... And I began to wonder where are you? One of my boys suggested that you disappeared in the abyss of some chick or something if you know what I mean. Hahaha..." - he stood up and shook the hand of the ghoul. Kreegle looked at him and smiled:
"Heh, I see that time and planes didn't change you, my small friend..."
"Wh-?! Who are you calling small, you mother..." - small mutant bursted as volcano, spilling curses and insults in all sides. Kreegle fell back for a minute and than laughed quietly:
"All the same... I didn't mean to offend you, Pyro... Anyway, we have little time to lose - you was called by Killzig. He wanted to say you something."
"Oh yeah, and what is it?" - Pyro looked at large ghoul with warning, but than grinned and looked at his friends - "Boys, Wait here. I have a small chat with Mr. BIG and SMART Killzig." - the rest of his group looked at these two grimly and laughed unpleasant.
"Say hi from all banned ones to our friend..." - one of them cried and laughed. Pyro looked at them and joined Kreegle.
"Unsteady bunch" - large ghoul noticed. Small mutant looked at his group and smiled proudly:
"Yeah, they are... So where is he?" - both figures disappeared in the mob.
The sun was running slowly by the sky. The wind was gathering clouds and rising a sand into the air... The waiting was felt all around. People was waiting and talking with each other nervously. The heavy silence was hanging under the camp and every look was pointed in the direction of one of the large tents - home of the leader of this camp of ghouls... Killzig's home. Some of them began to growl with anticiptation, when the shadow of the ghoul appeared in the tent. His voice was roaming free in the air... all other sounds disappeared in the dead silence and everybody was waiting what he will say.
Old ghoul left the tent and looked at the people, gathered around him and smiled with satisfaction. Everybody wanted to know what he had to say. They all were listening him attentivly and were ready to hear the truth... He coughed lightly to clean the throat and started:
"Ladies and Gentlemens, Boys and Girls, Humans, Ghouls, Mutants and other creatures from all the planes... Pyro and Lasse... I have gathered you all here with one reason. I have a good... great news to you. The thing... the artifact, I was looking for so long is found. It is located here... on the Earth. Somewhere in the desert in this region." - he stoped for a while and waited for a response. One of the thugs came forward and asked quietly:
"You mean that you gathered us here to inform that you found some fucking worthless shit?!" - he rose his voice - "Are you mocking or what? I don't care about it. I was said that I'll hear something really great and not this shit."
Ghoul looked at him coldly and answered:
"You didn't allow me to finish - this thing. It will make the one, who found it, the god. I was looking for it for my whole life, but I couldn't track it... That's why I gathered you - the one, who will find it, will gain whatever he want. Any riches, I have, will be yours... this artifact is useless for you, but it is all for me."
"What do you have, fried skin?!" - the same man asked and ghoul looked around –
"If you'd know who am I, you wouldn't ask such questions... So, that's my offering, guys. You'll find this thing and I'll take care about the rest."
The people began to whisper quietly with each other, while the same man looked at ghoul with warning:
"I don't know who you are and I don't care. I don't want to run after nothing and..."
"What do you want?" - somebody cried. Killzig smiled evily and looked at his opponent:
"The thing is called Lumberg - I don't know what is it, but I was said that it could smash shit from a whole world. It must be somewhere in this region. The pre-war data points on this location - Chris Avellone, the last owner of this thing dwelled somewhere here... At least, the last rumours, I heard about him, were roaming from this place."
"Are you going to dance as this ghoul wishes? Are you going to be his toys?!" - man cried, but nobody listened him. Everybody was leaving the camp and was ready to start a hunt. The reward was as unclear as a target of their quest, but it promised a lot... - "You all gays and this camp sucks." - man spited to the ground and looked at Killzig with hatred. Without saying a word he turned around and left the grinning ghoul alone, disappearing in the muttering mass of people.
Lumberg or Loneberk
Lumberg or Loneberk
Last edited by Follower on Sun Feb 02, 2003 10:02 pm, edited 1 time in total.
World of FO is coming... too fast for my liking
Well, greetings again. New life, new story... I live again, I suppose... Anyway, here is a small list of you, my heroes. Just a small warning - what should you wait from yourself in my story. :) Have a nice day.
DAC groups.
World of Fallout is different and various groups dwell there. This world has no limits. Space and other planes, time and borders of reality - there is no limits for this place. Past, Present and Future - all the same there. Simple persons and gods are argueing with each other free and blood of immortals is mixing with red blood of mortals... Welcome to my... your... our world, where my ideas are shaping the reality. hahaha...
Silent Sky - group of space travellers. Single life of electron is counting by seconds, single life of human is counting by years... single life of alien is counting by time. There is no time limits for them. They were not supposed to die. They live, they dwell, they search... Universe is endless, but this small group is trying to find it's end... Aliens. This group is formed from aliens, but they all are aliens to each other. Right now they want to help their brethern to start a new colony on the devastated planet. The natives calles it the Earth and resist them furiously... That's why they must find a way to... er, clean it.
Kashluk - cheerful leader from the far away northern planet. He always feel coldness, but it only make him to laugh louder. He like to laugh with friends or under the enemies. Well, what else can be said? Good friend, terrible enemy. Cheers...
Guardian - son of warlike race of unknown planet. His past as his future is unknown. His mood is changing all the time as weather. He can be cheerful or furious, kind or cruel... His spirit is noble, but his grim determination makes to shudder everybody. Warriors like him always valued and feared.
Slavemaster - his name is telling a lot about his nature. His blood is green and tricky as his heritage. His spirit is cheerful and grim the same. The eyes of this tortured spirit saw enough to laugh and cry all the time. Slavemaster... master of the slave. His own master... his own slave.
Dan - human. How was he able to join this group is mystery. Anyway, this person proved to be quite a useful. He likes to play with all kinds of high-tech stuff and explode something useless... all the time. Tech-maniac, mad-man, a good friend, follower of brahmin god...
Spazmo - decendent from the race, similar to humans. His appearance, thoughts, speech... the main difference is that he has his own point of view on every theme. He can add something new to most every theme. Good strider, good tracker, good killer... good swordman.
Stainless - the last and most mysterious member of this group... Human(may be). Member of BOS, but his membership is suspicious... Anyway, he proved to be a useful brother for brotherhood and good member of this group. His skills and gunpower are unmatched. Many of his foes simply disappeared and his past is misty. Who or what is he is unknown.
Horsemen of Apocalypse - group of avengers and bad boys. Who formed them is unknown. What's the purpose of their lifes - mystery. The planes and laws is nothing for them. They count it only by the number of worlds, which they crushed or devastated. Blood and death follow them all the time... Some say that they are evil, but who can judge them? This is their work. Somebody must do it... Well, they arrived on the Earth not so long ago and noticed that they were late. Blasted humans were so kind to do all their work for them. So, now they have some free time and they want to chat with local natives.
Pyro - leader of this group. Some say that goblins are not capable to lead. This creature proved that it is wrong. He is holding his group in steel grip and doesn't allow to push any shit. Pyro is agressive, pushy, cheerful and very strange creature. It's home is located far away and nothing is calling for him there. His current job gave him a lot and he like it.
Lasse - Pyro's friend and comrade in group. Strange large froglike creature with blue eyes and large red tongue... may be it is his normal form or may be it is results of some experiment. It is unknown... Anyway he likes his status and don't take kindly any jokes about it. His iron fist can put in right place any smart ass...
Jimmyjay86 - looks like human mostly, but... let's say that planes and radiation were harsh to him. His greenlike skin and narrow bones are looking evil, but the worst part of this is his attitude. Sometimes even Pyro is not able to hold this large bursting volcano... So in that time everybody should run away as fast as possible.
Big Jack - newly recruited member of the group. He is not so savage or evil, as the rest, but he can offer a lot of information or good advice. He looks like good boy among this guys, but his is not. You'd better watch after him all the time or you'll find your guts on the edge of his knife.
Broken Dreams - group of strange ghouls... this creatures hold mysterious and unknown powers. They can change things and clear a whole worlds. The Earth is their homeland, but the whole universe is trembling under their grip.
Killzig - the most strange and most powerful of ghouls. His constant wierd things makes a universe to shudder. He is looking for something all the time and try to reach a star... This ghoul prefer not to show his power and hiding among simple mortals. His madness as side effect of his power is helping him too.
Kreegle - powerful and strange ghoul. He posses enough power to send half of this world to the moon. This ghoul is following after every event and waiting... He is damn smart sometimes, but mostly he is consumed by madness of power too and prefer not to chat with mortals. He see nothing interesting. He spent ages, looking around, and nothing can make him to wonder.
OntheBounce - once a powerful ghoul, he holds some power yet, though his age is preventing him to use it correctly... Oldest and most wise of ghouls. Now he spent most of the time, looking after the chat of the young ones and thinking about old time... but you'd better not to attract his attention or he will tear you apart.
[to be continued...] I am too tired now.
Oh, and about story... I think I should tell you what it will be. Than, may be, you'll feel my despair too. Storyline consist from four parts. The first part is a main story, telled by Kashluk&boys; the second part is additional information from Pyro and his horsemen; the third part is the last details from life of Killzig and his ghouls... and finaly the fourth part is a full picture from group of freelancers. What will it be?! I am terrified even to think about it. I must say that it will suck... well, I must try at least. This storyline will be even more interesting challange, than I thought... may be this piece of pie is too large for me, but I'll try anyway. It willn't hurt.
DAC groups.
World of Fallout is different and various groups dwell there. This world has no limits. Space and other planes, time and borders of reality - there is no limits for this place. Past, Present and Future - all the same there. Simple persons and gods are argueing with each other free and blood of immortals is mixing with red blood of mortals... Welcome to my... your... our world, where my ideas are shaping the reality. hahaha...
Silent Sky - group of space travellers. Single life of electron is counting by seconds, single life of human is counting by years... single life of alien is counting by time. There is no time limits for them. They were not supposed to die. They live, they dwell, they search... Universe is endless, but this small group is trying to find it's end... Aliens. This group is formed from aliens, but they all are aliens to each other. Right now they want to help their brethern to start a new colony on the devastated planet. The natives calles it the Earth and resist them furiously... That's why they must find a way to... er, clean it.
Kashluk - cheerful leader from the far away northern planet. He always feel coldness, but it only make him to laugh louder. He like to laugh with friends or under the enemies. Well, what else can be said? Good friend, terrible enemy. Cheers...
Guardian - son of warlike race of unknown planet. His past as his future is unknown. His mood is changing all the time as weather. He can be cheerful or furious, kind or cruel... His spirit is noble, but his grim determination makes to shudder everybody. Warriors like him always valued and feared.
Slavemaster - his name is telling a lot about his nature. His blood is green and tricky as his heritage. His spirit is cheerful and grim the same. The eyes of this tortured spirit saw enough to laugh and cry all the time. Slavemaster... master of the slave. His own master... his own slave.
Dan - human. How was he able to join this group is mystery. Anyway, this person proved to be quite a useful. He likes to play with all kinds of high-tech stuff and explode something useless... all the time. Tech-maniac, mad-man, a good friend, follower of brahmin god...
Spazmo - decendent from the race, similar to humans. His appearance, thoughts, speech... the main difference is that he has his own point of view on every theme. He can add something new to most every theme. Good strider, good tracker, good killer... good swordman.
Stainless - the last and most mysterious member of this group... Human(may be). Member of BOS, but his membership is suspicious... Anyway, he proved to be a useful brother for brotherhood and good member of this group. His skills and gunpower are unmatched. Many of his foes simply disappeared and his past is misty. Who or what is he is unknown.
Horsemen of Apocalypse - group of avengers and bad boys. Who formed them is unknown. What's the purpose of their lifes - mystery. The planes and laws is nothing for them. They count it only by the number of worlds, which they crushed or devastated. Blood and death follow them all the time... Some say that they are evil, but who can judge them? This is their work. Somebody must do it... Well, they arrived on the Earth not so long ago and noticed that they were late. Blasted humans were so kind to do all their work for them. So, now they have some free time and they want to chat with local natives.
Pyro - leader of this group. Some say that goblins are not capable to lead. This creature proved that it is wrong. He is holding his group in steel grip and doesn't allow to push any shit. Pyro is agressive, pushy, cheerful and very strange creature. It's home is located far away and nothing is calling for him there. His current job gave him a lot and he like it.
Lasse - Pyro's friend and comrade in group. Strange large froglike creature with blue eyes and large red tongue... may be it is his normal form or may be it is results of some experiment. It is unknown... Anyway he likes his status and don't take kindly any jokes about it. His iron fist can put in right place any smart ass...
Jimmyjay86 - looks like human mostly, but... let's say that planes and radiation were harsh to him. His greenlike skin and narrow bones are looking evil, but the worst part of this is his attitude. Sometimes even Pyro is not able to hold this large bursting volcano... So in that time everybody should run away as fast as possible.
Big Jack - newly recruited member of the group. He is not so savage or evil, as the rest, but he can offer a lot of information or good advice. He looks like good boy among this guys, but his is not. You'd better watch after him all the time or you'll find your guts on the edge of his knife.
Broken Dreams - group of strange ghouls... this creatures hold mysterious and unknown powers. They can change things and clear a whole worlds. The Earth is their homeland, but the whole universe is trembling under their grip.
Killzig - the most strange and most powerful of ghouls. His constant wierd things makes a universe to shudder. He is looking for something all the time and try to reach a star... This ghoul prefer not to show his power and hiding among simple mortals. His madness as side effect of his power is helping him too.
Kreegle - powerful and strange ghoul. He posses enough power to send half of this world to the moon. This ghoul is following after every event and waiting... He is damn smart sometimes, but mostly he is consumed by madness of power too and prefer not to chat with mortals. He see nothing interesting. He spent ages, looking around, and nothing can make him to wonder.
OntheBounce - once a powerful ghoul, he holds some power yet, though his age is preventing him to use it correctly... Oldest and most wise of ghouls. Now he spent most of the time, looking after the chat of the young ones and thinking about old time... but you'd better not to attract his attention or he will tear you apart.
[to be continued...] I am too tired now.
Oh, and about story... I think I should tell you what it will be. Than, may be, you'll feel my despair too. Storyline consist from four parts. The first part is a main story, telled by Kashluk&boys; the second part is additional information from Pyro and his horsemen; the third part is the last details from life of Killzig and his ghouls... and finaly the fourth part is a full picture from group of freelancers. What will it be?! I am terrified even to think about it. I must say that it will suck... well, I must try at least. This storyline will be even more interesting challange, than I thought... may be this piece of pie is too large for me, but I'll try anyway. It willn't hurt.
World of FO is coming... too fast for my liking
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Ok.Follower wrote:Oh, Come'on, Pyro... Have some mercy. There must be at least one good boy to show how bad you are. Give BigJack at least one chance... he will try to be really bad. I promise.
What about jimmyjay? WHAT THE HECK IN HELL ARE YOU DOING!?
ok then, so long as he has some m4d sk8 skillz and gets killed and replaced near the begining.
Yeah, this is my story, but I use your names. That's why your opinion is important to me... Heh, I have a bad feeling about the future. So, you want to see guardian in your team. Hm, the groups are formed... but they are not constant. Betrayal and death. Yeah, some of members can leave or change group. Guardian and Pyro... hm, sometimes I see the same fire in your posts. Well, okey, Guardian will join you... in future.
So... who has left? If I missed somebody, sorry... This story has it's limits. And this story will be shitty, so I think that you should thank me, that I left your names alone.
Tank - most reasonable of ghouls of this group. He holds some power, but suffered less than the others. His age and spirit is not so bad at all, though he is ghoul. You'd better deal with him, if you want to survive in the embrace of this band.
Saint_Proverbius... well, what can be said about him. His nickname shows a lot. His past is rich as past of every member of this group. He doesn't like to pay attention on little mortals, which crawl under his feets. This ghoul is looking for real enemies among the planes and sometimes can chase a target through the whole universe. He is stubborn as hell. Nothing can make him to release his victim. When he is free, he like to play with simple mortals sometimes, but his ghoulish godhood gave him his own odd sides..
Flamescreen - ghoul, traveller, half-god. The power of this creature has its limits though. He spent enough time near his godlike companions to gain tremendous powers, but he didn't get their... wierdness. He looks like normal ghoul, but his blood is running stronger. Show all your wits, when you face him.
World of the Wasteland - this is a world, full of heroes and villians. Mutants and radiers, humans and ghouls... there is no borders or laws. There is no groups and they hold no loyalty to anybody. Sometimes they roam free, sometime they unite in groups to travel or rob. They are freelancers and spamers. Curse of this place...
Well, this group is large and counting many persons. I really sorry that I counted you into this group, but all other places are full.
paynetothemax - raider, trader, traveller, scavenger... He is roaming through the whole wasteland. There is no place remained hidden for him. Harsh and grim, cheerful and funny - his mood is his ruler. His life is constant search and travel. Brightest star on the sky, luckiest of humans, because he is alive yet. Somehow he was able to find his ass in every big mess and survived it to tell the tale. Amusing.
Avenger69ie - little is known about him. Enigma of the post-apocalytic world. Trader in high-tech stuff. Bad mood. Bad gun and tongue... try to stay away from him. Some say that he is time runner.
Follower... heh, well. What can be said about him? This cranky fella like to talk with himself and waste his time on meaningless business. Hermit, looner, follower of unknown religion... If you'll meet him, than you are damn lucky or damn unlucky...
Reaper - ghoust of the past, fallen hero in war of gods. His restless shadow can be seen sometime on the outskirts of reality. If you'll see his black shadow, you'd better run as quickly as possible. His dark blade is wailing for new blood all the time and his anger is growing.
VasikkA - ranger of the NCR. Came to the camp to find out what the hell is going on down there and stoped for a while. Strange powers at work made him to forget about his holy mission to fight with slavery and now he joined everybody else in search for nothing. Good ranger, terrible foe. He is capable to survive almost anything.
GhettoGoose... dweller of long forgotten realm. Ghoul... His professions are various, but spirit is the same. Endless years of his prolonged life gave him enough time to think about the past, but his restless spirit couldn't find his place. Now he is searching for this thing in hope to find peace at last. His awesome experience made him very tought traveller. Every band will be happy to get such person.
Sir_Funkalot - knight of BOS. Some say that brotherhood is bunch of bastards and filth. Well, this person is proving that they are wrong. He is traveller, fighter, kind soul... mr. nice guy. Hero without any bad sides... except one. You'd better not to push him, if you value your skin.
Slider - raider and guard. Sometimes he changes his professions or playing all the same. It didn't stop him to be a good guy sometimes... but mostly he is a bad boy. To Kill, to poison, to spam... he is good enough for this all, but he doesn't like it much. Well, there must be somebody, who will do all dirty work.
Lynxer - guard. There is only one can be added... he is a good guard. Loyal, sturdy, ready for any danger. His gun is always ready. If there were more guards like him, raider were in dead book long ago.
Jimbo San - reaver... high-tech raider. His religion means little to him. He joined that morons to get good outfit and departed soon after, leaving half of the base in ruins. Some praise him, some curse him. He doesn't care. This person is doing what he wants and what is useful - to get this unknown thing by all costs is most useful and logic way for him.
Ganymedes - trader. There is a lot of traders in post-apocalyptic world, but this one surely one of the most strange ones. With his friend and companion Umpa, they are roaming the wasteland, spreading the word of Holy Brahmin God. This fella is tricky and too smart for his own kind. You'd better watch after this human or you'll lose your last bottle caps.
Umpa - trader, tech-boy. Friend of Ganymedes. Knows a lot about high tech stuff. Where did he came from is unknown. Some say that he was spy of BOS or Enclave, but nobody listen them. His goods are good and few want to complain. Large gun on his back always make customer happy... Why is he messing with this stuff. A lot of customers...
NachoMonkey - another raider. This mess attracted a lot in the camp. Some of them came there to listen, the other came there to act. Raiders like to rob, kill, steal, plunder... NachoMonkey is rather diffirent. He likes to kill... raiders. Why is he doing it? Only his victims know it, but nobody survived to tell the tale. This pal has a habit to talk with his victims shaking in embrace of agony. Well, he is not so bad. Really, he is a good boy, but he doesn't like raiders very much and he is misunderstood sometimes.
Bloodbathmaster2 - tricky fella. He likes to appear and disappear from nowhere. Like shadow he is roaming the wasteland and sometime he is noticed in several places in the same time. Plane's runner definitly. Some say that he has a small world of his own somewhere in the planes, but who knows?
Rosh - one of the few remained intelligent deathclaw. Enclave should kill him first of all. This creature surely is surely too smart... Some say that Rosh talked his guards to death. Anyway, his wits are unmatched and nobody want to match him in battle of words. His deathclaw heritage gave him enough power to survive in this world. Cruel and merciless with enemies, cheerful and funny with friends. If his race could survive he would be a good pack leader. Why is he messing with this quest, I wonder?
Haplo - last and most feared of mutants of the master. This creature was able to change his own nature. He looks like human, but his strengths are unmatches. He was able to gather a whole army of renegates and started the war, called Meaningless Bloodshed. Killzig and many other gods raged greatly, smashing a whole world into pieces. Many were killed, banned into other planes or cursed forever, but Haplo was able to survive somehow. Now, he is waiting for his another chance. By other words, he is bad boy, but don't try to play with him. He was able to survive the angry rage of Killzig!
Hammer - ghoul. Bad attitude. You'd better don't push him and whatever you do don't say something bad about his homeland. This boy will smash your guts and hang your balls on your ears. Mostly he is okey, but you should follow after your tongue when you are near him.
Well, the list is finished. Now, the time has come to start... may be some stuff will be mysterious to you or unfinished, but this is just part of grand project. The story will be finished by other heroes... Anyway, the first part is for Kashluk and Guardian. Don't worry - I'll use persons from all groups all around, so it must be terribly boring and confusive. haha. I am in deepest pits of depression now, but this story gave me new strengthes. At least for some time I live again. See ya in a few days...
So... who has left? If I missed somebody, sorry... This story has it's limits. And this story will be shitty, so I think that you should thank me, that I left your names alone.
Tank - most reasonable of ghouls of this group. He holds some power, but suffered less than the others. His age and spirit is not so bad at all, though he is ghoul. You'd better deal with him, if you want to survive in the embrace of this band.
Saint_Proverbius... well, what can be said about him. His nickname shows a lot. His past is rich as past of every member of this group. He doesn't like to pay attention on little mortals, which crawl under his feets. This ghoul is looking for real enemies among the planes and sometimes can chase a target through the whole universe. He is stubborn as hell. Nothing can make him to release his victim. When he is free, he like to play with simple mortals sometimes, but his ghoulish godhood gave him his own odd sides..
Flamescreen - ghoul, traveller, half-god. The power of this creature has its limits though. He spent enough time near his godlike companions to gain tremendous powers, but he didn't get their... wierdness. He looks like normal ghoul, but his blood is running stronger. Show all your wits, when you face him.
World of the Wasteland - this is a world, full of heroes and villians. Mutants and radiers, humans and ghouls... there is no borders or laws. There is no groups and they hold no loyalty to anybody. Sometimes they roam free, sometime they unite in groups to travel or rob. They are freelancers and spamers. Curse of this place...
Well, this group is large and counting many persons. I really sorry that I counted you into this group, but all other places are full.
paynetothemax - raider, trader, traveller, scavenger... He is roaming through the whole wasteland. There is no place remained hidden for him. Harsh and grim, cheerful and funny - his mood is his ruler. His life is constant search and travel. Brightest star on the sky, luckiest of humans, because he is alive yet. Somehow he was able to find his ass in every big mess and survived it to tell the tale. Amusing.
Avenger69ie - little is known about him. Enigma of the post-apocalytic world. Trader in high-tech stuff. Bad mood. Bad gun and tongue... try to stay away from him. Some say that he is time runner.
Follower... heh, well. What can be said about him? This cranky fella like to talk with himself and waste his time on meaningless business. Hermit, looner, follower of unknown religion... If you'll meet him, than you are damn lucky or damn unlucky...
Reaper - ghoust of the past, fallen hero in war of gods. His restless shadow can be seen sometime on the outskirts of reality. If you'll see his black shadow, you'd better run as quickly as possible. His dark blade is wailing for new blood all the time and his anger is growing.
VasikkA - ranger of the NCR. Came to the camp to find out what the hell is going on down there and stoped for a while. Strange powers at work made him to forget about his holy mission to fight with slavery and now he joined everybody else in search for nothing. Good ranger, terrible foe. He is capable to survive almost anything.
GhettoGoose... dweller of long forgotten realm. Ghoul... His professions are various, but spirit is the same. Endless years of his prolonged life gave him enough time to think about the past, but his restless spirit couldn't find his place. Now he is searching for this thing in hope to find peace at last. His awesome experience made him very tought traveller. Every band will be happy to get such person.
Sir_Funkalot - knight of BOS. Some say that brotherhood is bunch of bastards and filth. Well, this person is proving that they are wrong. He is traveller, fighter, kind soul... mr. nice guy. Hero without any bad sides... except one. You'd better not to push him, if you value your skin.
Slider - raider and guard. Sometimes he changes his professions or playing all the same. It didn't stop him to be a good guy sometimes... but mostly he is a bad boy. To Kill, to poison, to spam... he is good enough for this all, but he doesn't like it much. Well, there must be somebody, who will do all dirty work.
Lynxer - guard. There is only one can be added... he is a good guard. Loyal, sturdy, ready for any danger. His gun is always ready. If there were more guards like him, raider were in dead book long ago.
Jimbo San - reaver... high-tech raider. His religion means little to him. He joined that morons to get good outfit and departed soon after, leaving half of the base in ruins. Some praise him, some curse him. He doesn't care. This person is doing what he wants and what is useful - to get this unknown thing by all costs is most useful and logic way for him.
Ganymedes - trader. There is a lot of traders in post-apocalyptic world, but this one surely one of the most strange ones. With his friend and companion Umpa, they are roaming the wasteland, spreading the word of Holy Brahmin God. This fella is tricky and too smart for his own kind. You'd better watch after this human or you'll lose your last bottle caps.
Umpa - trader, tech-boy. Friend of Ganymedes. Knows a lot about high tech stuff. Where did he came from is unknown. Some say that he was spy of BOS or Enclave, but nobody listen them. His goods are good and few want to complain. Large gun on his back always make customer happy... Why is he messing with this stuff. A lot of customers...
NachoMonkey - another raider. This mess attracted a lot in the camp. Some of them came there to listen, the other came there to act. Raiders like to rob, kill, steal, plunder... NachoMonkey is rather diffirent. He likes to kill... raiders. Why is he doing it? Only his victims know it, but nobody survived to tell the tale. This pal has a habit to talk with his victims shaking in embrace of agony. Well, he is not so bad. Really, he is a good boy, but he doesn't like raiders very much and he is misunderstood sometimes.
Bloodbathmaster2 - tricky fella. He likes to appear and disappear from nowhere. Like shadow he is roaming the wasteland and sometime he is noticed in several places in the same time. Plane's runner definitly. Some say that he has a small world of his own somewhere in the planes, but who knows?
Rosh - one of the few remained intelligent deathclaw. Enclave should kill him first of all. This creature surely is surely too smart... Some say that Rosh talked his guards to death. Anyway, his wits are unmatched and nobody want to match him in battle of words. His deathclaw heritage gave him enough power to survive in this world. Cruel and merciless with enemies, cheerful and funny with friends. If his race could survive he would be a good pack leader. Why is he messing with this quest, I wonder?
Haplo - last and most feared of mutants of the master. This creature was able to change his own nature. He looks like human, but his strengths are unmatches. He was able to gather a whole army of renegates and started the war, called Meaningless Bloodshed. Killzig and many other gods raged greatly, smashing a whole world into pieces. Many were killed, banned into other planes or cursed forever, but Haplo was able to survive somehow. Now, he is waiting for his another chance. By other words, he is bad boy, but don't try to play with him. He was able to survive the angry rage of Killzig!
Hammer - ghoul. Bad attitude. You'd better don't push him and whatever you do don't say something bad about his homeland. This boy will smash your guts and hang your balls on your ears. Mostly he is okey, but you should follow after your tongue when you are near him.
Well, the list is finished. Now, the time has come to start... may be some stuff will be mysterious to you or unfinished, but this is just part of grand project. The story will be finished by other heroes... Anyway, the first part is for Kashluk and Guardian. Don't worry - I'll use persons from all groups all around, so it must be terribly boring and confusive. haha. I am in deepest pits of depression now, but this story gave me new strengthes. At least for some time I live again. See ya in a few days...
World of FO is coming... too fast for my liking
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me = teh w1npaynetothemax - raider, trader, traveller, scavenger... He is roaming through the whole wasteland. There is no place remained hidden for him. Harsh and grim, cheerful and funny - his mood is his ruler. His life is constant search and travel. Brightest star on the sky, luckiest of humans, because he is alive yet. Somehow he was able to find his ass in every big mess and survived it to tell the tale. Amusing.
BTW, I'm pretty sure Haplos been banned so that part about him isn't too accurate... but don't quote me on that...
Yeah? He was banned? Ok, than... I have another version.
Haplo - last and most feared of mutants of the master. This creature was able to change his own nature. He looks like human, but his strengths are unmatched. He was able to gather a whole army of renegates and started the great war, called Meaningless Bloodshed. Killzig and many other gods raged greatly, smashing a whole world into pieces. Many were killed, banned into other planes or cursed forever, but Haplo was able to escape somehow. Some say, that he was banned, but it is half-true. This bad big boss of underworld formed his own realm somewhere and now is waiting for a chance to revenge. It is not so unusual to see his dark shadow in this world again. He is waiting for the second chance and this artifact interested him greatly... By other words, he is bad boy, but don't try to play with him. He was able to survive the rage of Killzig!
Well, I know that Haplo is not so bad, but I need super-villian.
Ruben Rooben Reuben - I have a nice person for you. If you really want to join this story, you'll get one. Now this is your curse too.
Ruben Rooben Reuben - lonely creature of unknown origin. He looks like human mostly, but when somebody looks at him, he always want to defy definition. Forms and reality means little to him... He roams the wasteland is search of his past and he was promised that he will find one in this quest. Who knows what it will be? Ruben Rooben Reuben is very strange and evasive person. Even laws of nature itself try to leave him alone. His form of body and senses is... strange. He is noticed easily even in the large mob, though nobody can say for sure what is so different with him. He is simply different... but he will be a good friend, if somebody will dare to take him in his group. But who will dare to do something like this?!
JohnPnP - raider, drug-addicted, mercenary type, he likes Bush. If you haven't understood it yet, he is a bad boy. He helps terrible Haplo to track down the artifact and half of the heroes. You'll see his grim figure sometimes and know that soon enough you'll get a lot of problems. Classic bad guy, who likes to poison life of every hero. Here you are. Enjoy.
The story is started. The list of heroes is completed. But you'll see several other names in the story :twisted: . They are not heroes, but simple dwellers of this world. Have a nice day... Er, one last warning. My grammar, humour or sense of ideas can be strange. Try to look at it, like a joke. I don't want to offend somebody. If you didn't like something, simply ignore it and this blasted author. This story is nothing, but bunch of bytes. We have far more serious stuff in our life to worry about, than waste our nerves on this shit. Well, I said my word. Have a nice day.
Story
Archchancellor yawned deeply and looked around tiredly. The darkness was crawling slowly in dark corners of the large hall. Neon light didn't help at all. It only allowed to see things little more clearly, but the shadows and terrible tiredness didn't disappear. Young scribe looked at his table, full of papers and sighed helplessly. His work for today was waiting for him... Archchancellor looked at it grimly and cursed blasted existence.
It was damn quiet on this level of bunker. The air was warm and dry. Somewhere in the distance the rat was moaning slowly, dieing from newly developed poison. Young scribe looked into the darkness and grinned. Finally this small bastard will die. It was annoying him for the last several weeks, not allowing to sleep. He smiled evily, but in a second his smile disappeared. His look once again fell on his working table...
"It will be a long night... Bastards." - Archchancellor muttered and sat over the table. He had a little debt and other scribes left him to work it out. Now they were having party and he had to read all this shit. Scribe muttered something unpleasant and looked at the pages of the paper, lieing here an there. A whole table was full of them and he had to retype it all into the database. Nobody was interested in history of this blasted Wasteland - BOS is making history! - but it was command of the elder to retype it and he had to follow. Archchancellor looked at his watches and became grim. It was broken. Now he even willn't know what time is it now... May be it was night or day. He didn't know. Young scribe wanted to sleep, but not to follow the order of elder meant to find his ass in deep... very deep trouble.
"Blasted Bluepencil... cursed Danwood... you'll pay for this, I swear." - he muttered and began to work.
"Lumberg... Great. Another moronic story about history. I wish I could die peacfully." - Archchancellor moaned and looked at large pile of papers, seen on the table all around. It looked like that the whole amount pages on this table were about this story. They were forming four large piles and every one of them was breathing with boring and lifeless texts. Young scribe looked at the screen of his computer with hatred and pushed the keyboard grimly. Blasted group of tech-support promised to gave them simple old scaner long ago. Now it would be salvation for them all... but that bastards lost it somewhere. Surely it was DAMN difficult to find simple scaner in the bunker full of high-tech stuff. Archchancellor cursed the existence and every member of this moronic group and took the nearest pile of pages.
The shits of paper were clean and didn't smell with brahmin's shit as all other stuff, that came from the Wasteland. The words were clear and the grammar was not so bad at all, which was an outstanding stuff. But, what surprised scribe mostly was that large of the text was typed, not written by hand. There were several hand-written pages in the end, but here... May be, this story was written by some person from Vaultcity or NCR. Well, to tell the truth, Archchancellor didn't care. He wanted to sleep and he wanted to finish all this stuff as soon as possible. Young scribe read the first lines, yawned deeply and began to type the story on the keyboard.
Part one - Lumberg... Say hi to the Sky.
Report about last weeks of the group, known as Silent Sky, on the Earth. Formed and edited by super computer of the Glow... Sorry for my novelistic way. Blasted artifical intelligence is working too good sometimes. <sigh> no matter. Poor computer have nothing else to do anyway, than write all this stuff. But this is true. I got this information from one of the members of that group, so it is true... mostly... I hope. Anyway, here you are. I wanted to talk with somebody for ages, but now I have nothing to say. Read a report. I really hope that this blasted ghoul really brough it to somebody with brains. It will be shame to find my work in the toilet...
<next five pages are missed>
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... Space... I almost forgot how beatiful it is. Endless and endless void without any mean of existence. Sometimes the matter is taking advanage, gathering star dust into planets, but it is nothing. Space is endless and there can be seen no borders. In my endless life I understood only this law of the universe...
"Hey, the guardian, Hurry up. We have little time left." - grim middleaged fella in metal armour looked at his cheerful friend and grinned. Kashluk was coming to him from the Wasteland. The others were left near the camp.
"Kash, we needn't hurry. This old ghoul willn't start until we appear. He surely like to see our grim faces."
Tall man in black leather looked at him and laughed:
"Talk for yourself. My mood is great... Don't be so grim, my friend. All is fine."
The guardian looked at him grimly and answered quietly:
"My homeland is under siege by some fucking mad-men... My friends and relatives are dieing every day... and you want me to be cheerful?!" - the warning was heard clearly in his voice, but in a second he fell back a little and sighed deeply - "No matter, all this shit is usual. Let's go... I have a bad day."
"Okey, pal, but next time you'd better warn me. Or I'll be the next victim of your holy fury." - Kashluk laughed and went away.
"You willn't. I keep it for local natives..." - the guardian smiled lightly and followed him. The endless wasteland was looking at them from all sides.
Two small figures was coming by the sands of devastated planet. The trail of footsteps was leading them to the south. Somewhere down there among the gray dunes of Western America was lieing strange small camp... the destination of their journey. The owner of this camp - powerful being of unknown origin and endless power - invited them and promised a lot for some kind of serves. Everybody else from their group arrived already, but these two departed to find out what was happening all around.
"As you can see, my spies told the truth... This blasted humans are not so helpless as we thought. The colony near the place, called Redding, is destroyed. The last of the aliens are hunted down. I don't think that our boss will be pleased." - Kashluk grinned lighly and looked around.
The guardian looked at him grimly:
"It's not our fault that they are too weak to settle this planet. If our spineless friends are not capable to wipe out the humans, than may be they'll be interested in Mars or some other planet of refuges. It's amusing that humans didn't notice aliens all around."
Kashluk looked at him seriously and nodded:
"They have more important business, than chase after UFO. Their ancestors liked to do it, but they are busy now with something else... No matter. Camp is near. Try to keep your grim mood with yourself... Especially near natives or near this new band, appeared from nowhere. Their leader, small green creature, is a friend of this Killzig..."
"I'll leave it to you to kiss all asses." - the guardian said and grinned grimly.
"Yeah, such master of ass-kissing is ready to leave the throne. Everybody, get practise..." - Kashluk laughed loudly. The guardian was looking at him seriously for a second and than laughed too:
"Fuck you, Kashluk."
"Yeah, yeah... let's go." - Kashluk said and smiled again.
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Tall warrior in high-tech metal armour was standing in the wasteland somewhere outside the camp and was waiting for something. He was looking anxiously to the North sometimes or into the sky. The air was hot, though sun didn't rise yet. What will happen, when sun will arise? Warrior didn't want to think about it. He grimly put away the sweat from his forehead and looked into the darkness of the wasteland. Most of the people prefer not to stay in the wasteland alone... and night was not the safest time for a walk, but this fella was sure in his ability. His night sensors were working nicely and he didn't notice anything suspicious. Anyway, he was close enough to the camp of this guy and he didn't think that somebody will dare to spill the blood. Even several deathclaws, which he noticed recently, tried to behaive themselfes quietly. Most unsteady bunch was the group of that strange mutants, that arrived shortly after his own arrival. They were laughing loudly, were making strange notices, but didn't try to push somebody... at least for now. Stainless sighed deeply and smiled lightly. He spent so much time far away from the Earth that now he almost forgot how beatiful it was... even in it's half-devastated condition.
Night was running slowly by the wasteland. The sand was hissing quietly under his feets and in the air. Light warm wind was whirling in the air, bringing the aromatic smells of desert grass. Somewhere down there was heard the unclear moaning of wolf and quiet hissing of angry snake, worried by unwelcome visitor in metal armour. Camp with hot, unwelcome air and mob of people was left behind. Tall warrior didn't like it much. All this people were looking at him, like some clown. Surely, the most technical wonder for them was 10mm pistol or machine with nuka cola. Most of them even didn't know that the Earth was round. He grinned and sighed deeply. To tell the truth, who cared now what form the Earth had. They all were busy now to survive. Only boys were looking at the sky now, dreaming about fly among the stars. Stainless looked at the sky and became grim. He wanted to fly too... and he got enough of this. But the price was harsh...
Loud noise made him to start. His sensors didn't notice any motion and this made him nervous. What the hell is that? Tall warrior quickly drew his weapon and stood ready for attack.
"You, whatever you are, you'd bette show your face. I am not going to ask twice..." - he cried loudly into the darkness ready to swallow a whole space around him with flame. In the wasteland were roaming most strange creatures from all around. Killzig and his camp was attracting all this stuff as lighthouse. Stainless took a flash grenade and prepared to start a mess... but suddenly he heard quietly laugh, coming from the darkness.
"Now, now... are you always so nervous, young man?" - the shaking old voice was whirling in the air as sand, setting in his mind. Stainless cursed his fate, that he was forced to meet this creature again, but he couldn't leave. This creature was far too powerful for its own and it was not so wise to anger him.
"Onthebounce... it is a... pleasure to meet you... again." - Stainless muttered quietly. He didn't want to talk now with somebody, but he had little choice. Old ghoul was coming to him slowly from the darkness.
"Stainless, my boy, may be I am old, but I am not stupid or daft. Our last talk on the ruins of Omega IX wasn't so pleasant. I know that you want to get rid of my old ass... and you'll get it soon enough, but for now we have a little talk." - old ghoul was standing before tall warrior and looked like not so good. His age... his power... it was leaving him. His body was falling apart on the eyes, but his mind was strong. One yellow eye of this ghoul was following after the warrior with interest.
"Do you know why you and your friends arrived on the Earth? Are you agree with them?" - old ghoul asked finally and looked at this person with interest. Stainless looked into his eye and nodded lightly:
"Yes... and I don't care. I saw hundreds of worlds. Wonders of thousands of planes were revealed to my eyes. Why should I care about the planet, which was destroyed by his own people..?"
Ghoul looked at him with light smile:
"So, this is your answer... Okey than, I'll ask you again... later, but for now think about it. Think what you have left on this devastated planet." - ghoul turned around and left him alone. Stainless looked at the back of this ghoul and cursed him quietly. He hated this fella most of all. At least the rest of them were total bastards, but they were clear to understand. If they want to cook you alive, they'll do it. If they want to make you god, they'll do it. But this one was very misty fella. His constant puzzles were making everybody around him mad... Stainless looked around grimly and followed after him. He had a lot to do before the sun rise. Camp was gleaming ahead with grim light of campfires.
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Haplo - last and most feared of mutants of the master. This creature was able to change his own nature. He looks like human, but his strengths are unmatched. He was able to gather a whole army of renegates and started the great war, called Meaningless Bloodshed. Killzig and many other gods raged greatly, smashing a whole world into pieces. Many were killed, banned into other planes or cursed forever, but Haplo was able to escape somehow. Some say, that he was banned, but it is half-true. This bad big boss of underworld formed his own realm somewhere and now is waiting for a chance to revenge. It is not so unusual to see his dark shadow in this world again. He is waiting for the second chance and this artifact interested him greatly... By other words, he is bad boy, but don't try to play with him. He was able to survive the rage of Killzig!
Well, I know that Haplo is not so bad, but I need super-villian.
Ruben Rooben Reuben - I have a nice person for you. If you really want to join this story, you'll get one. Now this is your curse too.
Ruben Rooben Reuben - lonely creature of unknown origin. He looks like human mostly, but when somebody looks at him, he always want to defy definition. Forms and reality means little to him... He roams the wasteland is search of his past and he was promised that he will find one in this quest. Who knows what it will be? Ruben Rooben Reuben is very strange and evasive person. Even laws of nature itself try to leave him alone. His form of body and senses is... strange. He is noticed easily even in the large mob, though nobody can say for sure what is so different with him. He is simply different... but he will be a good friend, if somebody will dare to take him in his group. But who will dare to do something like this?!
JohnPnP - raider, drug-addicted, mercenary type, he likes Bush. If you haven't understood it yet, he is a bad boy. He helps terrible Haplo to track down the artifact and half of the heroes. You'll see his grim figure sometimes and know that soon enough you'll get a lot of problems. Classic bad guy, who likes to poison life of every hero. Here you are. Enjoy.
The story is started. The list of heroes is completed. But you'll see several other names in the story :twisted: . They are not heroes, but simple dwellers of this world. Have a nice day... Er, one last warning. My grammar, humour or sense of ideas can be strange. Try to look at it, like a joke. I don't want to offend somebody. If you didn't like something, simply ignore it and this blasted author. This story is nothing, but bunch of bytes. We have far more serious stuff in our life to worry about, than waste our nerves on this shit. Well, I said my word. Have a nice day.
Story
Archchancellor yawned deeply and looked around tiredly. The darkness was crawling slowly in dark corners of the large hall. Neon light didn't help at all. It only allowed to see things little more clearly, but the shadows and terrible tiredness didn't disappear. Young scribe looked at his table, full of papers and sighed helplessly. His work for today was waiting for him... Archchancellor looked at it grimly and cursed blasted existence.
It was damn quiet on this level of bunker. The air was warm and dry. Somewhere in the distance the rat was moaning slowly, dieing from newly developed poison. Young scribe looked into the darkness and grinned. Finally this small bastard will die. It was annoying him for the last several weeks, not allowing to sleep. He smiled evily, but in a second his smile disappeared. His look once again fell on his working table...
"It will be a long night... Bastards." - Archchancellor muttered and sat over the table. He had a little debt and other scribes left him to work it out. Now they were having party and he had to read all this shit. Scribe muttered something unpleasant and looked at the pages of the paper, lieing here an there. A whole table was full of them and he had to retype it all into the database. Nobody was interested in history of this blasted Wasteland - BOS is making history! - but it was command of the elder to retype it and he had to follow. Archchancellor looked at his watches and became grim. It was broken. Now he even willn't know what time is it now... May be it was night or day. He didn't know. Young scribe wanted to sleep, but not to follow the order of elder meant to find his ass in deep... very deep trouble.
"Blasted Bluepencil... cursed Danwood... you'll pay for this, I swear." - he muttered and began to work.
"Lumberg... Great. Another moronic story about history. I wish I could die peacfully." - Archchancellor moaned and looked at large pile of papers, seen on the table all around. It looked like that the whole amount pages on this table were about this story. They were forming four large piles and every one of them was breathing with boring and lifeless texts. Young scribe looked at the screen of his computer with hatred and pushed the keyboard grimly. Blasted group of tech-support promised to gave them simple old scaner long ago. Now it would be salvation for them all... but that bastards lost it somewhere. Surely it was DAMN difficult to find simple scaner in the bunker full of high-tech stuff. Archchancellor cursed the existence and every member of this moronic group and took the nearest pile of pages.
The shits of paper were clean and didn't smell with brahmin's shit as all other stuff, that came from the Wasteland. The words were clear and the grammar was not so bad at all, which was an outstanding stuff. But, what surprised scribe mostly was that large of the text was typed, not written by hand. There were several hand-written pages in the end, but here... May be, this story was written by some person from Vaultcity or NCR. Well, to tell the truth, Archchancellor didn't care. He wanted to sleep and he wanted to finish all this stuff as soon as possible. Young scribe read the first lines, yawned deeply and began to type the story on the keyboard.
Part one - Lumberg... Say hi to the Sky.
Report about last weeks of the group, known as Silent Sky, on the Earth. Formed and edited by super computer of the Glow... Sorry for my novelistic way. Blasted artifical intelligence is working too good sometimes. <sigh> no matter. Poor computer have nothing else to do anyway, than write all this stuff. But this is true. I got this information from one of the members of that group, so it is true... mostly... I hope. Anyway, here you are. I wanted to talk with somebody for ages, but now I have nothing to say. Read a report. I really hope that this blasted ghoul really brough it to somebody with brains. It will be shame to find my work in the toilet...
<next five pages are missed>
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... Space... I almost forgot how beatiful it is. Endless and endless void without any mean of existence. Sometimes the matter is taking advanage, gathering star dust into planets, but it is nothing. Space is endless and there can be seen no borders. In my endless life I understood only this law of the universe...
"Hey, the guardian, Hurry up. We have little time left." - grim middleaged fella in metal armour looked at his cheerful friend and grinned. Kashluk was coming to him from the Wasteland. The others were left near the camp.
"Kash, we needn't hurry. This old ghoul willn't start until we appear. He surely like to see our grim faces."
Tall man in black leather looked at him and laughed:
"Talk for yourself. My mood is great... Don't be so grim, my friend. All is fine."
The guardian looked at him grimly and answered quietly:
"My homeland is under siege by some fucking mad-men... My friends and relatives are dieing every day... and you want me to be cheerful?!" - the warning was heard clearly in his voice, but in a second he fell back a little and sighed deeply - "No matter, all this shit is usual. Let's go... I have a bad day."
"Okey, pal, but next time you'd better warn me. Or I'll be the next victim of your holy fury." - Kashluk laughed and went away.
"You willn't. I keep it for local natives..." - the guardian smiled lightly and followed him. The endless wasteland was looking at them from all sides.
Two small figures was coming by the sands of devastated planet. The trail of footsteps was leading them to the south. Somewhere down there among the gray dunes of Western America was lieing strange small camp... the destination of their journey. The owner of this camp - powerful being of unknown origin and endless power - invited them and promised a lot for some kind of serves. Everybody else from their group arrived already, but these two departed to find out what was happening all around.
"As you can see, my spies told the truth... This blasted humans are not so helpless as we thought. The colony near the place, called Redding, is destroyed. The last of the aliens are hunted down. I don't think that our boss will be pleased." - Kashluk grinned lighly and looked around.
The guardian looked at him grimly:
"It's not our fault that they are too weak to settle this planet. If our spineless friends are not capable to wipe out the humans, than may be they'll be interested in Mars or some other planet of refuges. It's amusing that humans didn't notice aliens all around."
Kashluk looked at him seriously and nodded:
"They have more important business, than chase after UFO. Their ancestors liked to do it, but they are busy now with something else... No matter. Camp is near. Try to keep your grim mood with yourself... Especially near natives or near this new band, appeared from nowhere. Their leader, small green creature, is a friend of this Killzig..."
"I'll leave it to you to kiss all asses." - the guardian said and grinned grimly.
"Yeah, such master of ass-kissing is ready to leave the throne. Everybody, get practise..." - Kashluk laughed loudly. The guardian was looking at him seriously for a second and than laughed too:
"Fuck you, Kashluk."
"Yeah, yeah... let's go." - Kashluk said and smiled again.
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Tall warrior in high-tech metal armour was standing in the wasteland somewhere outside the camp and was waiting for something. He was looking anxiously to the North sometimes or into the sky. The air was hot, though sun didn't rise yet. What will happen, when sun will arise? Warrior didn't want to think about it. He grimly put away the sweat from his forehead and looked into the darkness of the wasteland. Most of the people prefer not to stay in the wasteland alone... and night was not the safest time for a walk, but this fella was sure in his ability. His night sensors were working nicely and he didn't notice anything suspicious. Anyway, he was close enough to the camp of this guy and he didn't think that somebody will dare to spill the blood. Even several deathclaws, which he noticed recently, tried to behaive themselfes quietly. Most unsteady bunch was the group of that strange mutants, that arrived shortly after his own arrival. They were laughing loudly, were making strange notices, but didn't try to push somebody... at least for now. Stainless sighed deeply and smiled lightly. He spent so much time far away from the Earth that now he almost forgot how beatiful it was... even in it's half-devastated condition.
Night was running slowly by the wasteland. The sand was hissing quietly under his feets and in the air. Light warm wind was whirling in the air, bringing the aromatic smells of desert grass. Somewhere down there was heard the unclear moaning of wolf and quiet hissing of angry snake, worried by unwelcome visitor in metal armour. Camp with hot, unwelcome air and mob of people was left behind. Tall warrior didn't like it much. All this people were looking at him, like some clown. Surely, the most technical wonder for them was 10mm pistol or machine with nuka cola. Most of them even didn't know that the Earth was round. He grinned and sighed deeply. To tell the truth, who cared now what form the Earth had. They all were busy now to survive. Only boys were looking at the sky now, dreaming about fly among the stars. Stainless looked at the sky and became grim. He wanted to fly too... and he got enough of this. But the price was harsh...
Loud noise made him to start. His sensors didn't notice any motion and this made him nervous. What the hell is that? Tall warrior quickly drew his weapon and stood ready for attack.
"You, whatever you are, you'd bette show your face. I am not going to ask twice..." - he cried loudly into the darkness ready to swallow a whole space around him with flame. In the wasteland were roaming most strange creatures from all around. Killzig and his camp was attracting all this stuff as lighthouse. Stainless took a flash grenade and prepared to start a mess... but suddenly he heard quietly laugh, coming from the darkness.
"Now, now... are you always so nervous, young man?" - the shaking old voice was whirling in the air as sand, setting in his mind. Stainless cursed his fate, that he was forced to meet this creature again, but he couldn't leave. This creature was far too powerful for its own and it was not so wise to anger him.
"Onthebounce... it is a... pleasure to meet you... again." - Stainless muttered quietly. He didn't want to talk now with somebody, but he had little choice. Old ghoul was coming to him slowly from the darkness.
"Stainless, my boy, may be I am old, but I am not stupid or daft. Our last talk on the ruins of Omega IX wasn't so pleasant. I know that you want to get rid of my old ass... and you'll get it soon enough, but for now we have a little talk." - old ghoul was standing before tall warrior and looked like not so good. His age... his power... it was leaving him. His body was falling apart on the eyes, but his mind was strong. One yellow eye of this ghoul was following after the warrior with interest.
"Do you know why you and your friends arrived on the Earth? Are you agree with them?" - old ghoul asked finally and looked at this person with interest. Stainless looked into his eye and nodded lightly:
"Yes... and I don't care. I saw hundreds of worlds. Wonders of thousands of planes were revealed to my eyes. Why should I care about the planet, which was destroyed by his own people..?"
Ghoul looked at him with light smile:
"So, this is your answer... Okey than, I'll ask you again... later, but for now think about it. Think what you have left on this devastated planet." - ghoul turned around and left him alone. Stainless looked at the back of this ghoul and cursed him quietly. He hated this fella most of all. At least the rest of them were total bastards, but they were clear to understand. If they want to cook you alive, they'll do it. If they want to make you god, they'll do it. But this one was very misty fella. His constant puzzles were making everybody around him mad... Stainless looked around grimly and followed after him. He had a lot to do before the sun rise. Camp was gleaming ahead with grim light of campfires.
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World of FO is coming... too fast for my liking
The fire was dancing cheerfully in the campfire. The wind was blowing lighly as if it was playing. Laugh and common mutter was heard all around. Tomorrow will be tomorrow. Everybody knew that in the morning the master of this camp would tell them a reason, which gathered them all there... Some of them began to be nervous, but mostly the people were cheerful and relaxed - free booz and good company. What can be better? A beatiful girlfriend for a company, may be, but for some mysterious reason there were very few females. Well, while they had booz everything else was not so inmportant.
Warrior in high-tech armour was coming slowly through the mob of people to the place, where he left his friends. All this people and their looks were making him grim, but he tried not to think about it. The recent words of that blasted ghoul didn't leave him and was following him now in every burst of laugh or hissing of fire. Warrior looked at the sky and sighed lightly. He saw so many places, but the sky there wasn't so alive. The sense of hostility was felt on every other planet. He was guest there, nothing more... only here Stainless felt himself like home...
"... there is no place, like home..." - he muttered quietly words of forgotten song. Than he shook his head and continued his way. He had a lot to do yet.
Booz was flowing as river. Bursts of laugh could crumble the mountains into dust. Even several of that blasted ghouls joined the common party. Everybody was happy... it looked like that it was their last party. Something grim and dark was felt ahead. Some great shadow was coming closer with every new hour. The sun was getting closer, but it was bringing not light, but dark shadows... Only few felt it. Nobody wanted to worry about it and spoil such a good night. Tomorrow will be tomorrow. For now everything was fine...
"Cheers..." - paynetothemax cried and gulped another mug of beer. This boy was rather young, but his skin had signs of many travels and problems. Scars and black signs of old deseases were running by his young body all over. May be he was too young, but for his short life he saw more, than some have seen for their whole life... This boy put away the empty mug and looked at his new-found friends, sitting around one of the many firecamps all around. The air was hot and cheerful. The smell of booz was whirling in the air and was making drunk even that, who didn't try it... People around this campfire were not shy to use booz and laugh was heard there even more often than usual.
"Friends... I want to say... <gulp>" - small man in combat armour stood up unsteady and looked around with misty eyes - "Whatever will happen in the future, I want to know, that I have such friends as you are in my back... I hope that tomorrow..." - his voice disappeared in cheerful laugh and noises of breaking glass.
The night sky was coloured in red by the large number of firecamps. Their black columns of smoke were arising into the sky as if they were trying to grab it. The lonely star were gleaming lighly over the horizon, pointing the end of night... The day was coming. Something was gonna to happen. Small raider felt it, though he didn't know what it would be. He spent enough time in the wasteland with the other rangers to trust his feelings. Only they saved his skin more, than once...
"VasikkA, enough of this stuff. Let's party. Here is your mug." - somebody called him and he smiled lightly. Nothing will happen. This camp and his secret mission. Everything, go to hell. He is going to have party. Raider took the offered mug and continued the party.
"Stainless... Is it YOU?!" - tall warrior looked around with caution, trying to notice the owner of this voice. His voice was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he heard it. Stainless left the Earth so long ago, that now he doubted that somebody still remembered him...
"Damn, old bastard, I didn't see you in ages." - some dark figure was coming to him through the mob of people. The bodies of people were hiding his face yet and Stainless couldn't say for sure who was it... The whole body of this man was covered in large hood and was supposed to hide something. It had large size and could suit only supermutant well... But this voice... it belonged to the human. Stainless was sure in it. And... what was more important... he knew him. Finally, this man came close enough to see his face and tall warrior started:
"Sir_Funkalot..." - he whispered quietly and looked at large man, coming closer quickly.
"Stainless... It is really you." - on the cheerful face of the knight appeared light smile.
They were standing on their places without say a word to each other for some time. Than Sir_Funkalot sighed deeply and smiled broader:
"So, you have finally come back. It was long time ago, when I said your name the last time... How is running your life, friend. I suppose that you saw magnifisent places."
Stainless smiled lightly, but his smile faded quickly. His grim voice sounded as cough of the old man:
"Yes, I saw many places... and their wonders couldn't be described by simple words or feelings... but I wasn't able to find the real wonder. The one, I was sent after."
Sir_Funkalot looked at him with surprise and than laughed:
"You still try to finish that blasted quest. How was it called? Hand of Nagash... or something like this. A lot of time has passed. Forget about it. Most of the elders have found their way into the tech-eden and the last of them even don't remember you. It's time to return..."
Stainless looked at his old friend and shook his head slowly:
"There is no time. I spent much more time beyond my homeland... I can't return now. Too late... I different places time run different. Some planes can clean one's guts and reborn the human anew. Our kind was not supposed to travel by sky... not even with all this high-tech stuff. Our short life, our simple closed-minded brain..." - he became silent for a second, thinkin about the past. Than he smiled lightly and his voice became little more cheerful - "So, what has happened on the Earth while I was travelling. The last thing, I remember, I was sent away to prove my knighthood. You were Initiate and I was forced to teach you. So, have you learnt something new?"
Knight of BOS smiled and put away the hood. The shining metal sparked with fire and began to dance on it's gleaming covering. The insigna of BOS was seen quite clearly on the shoulder of the set of this armour. Stainless looked at it and smiled:
"I see that a lot of time have passed. You are running quite well. I thought that power armour would get only person of paladin status."
"You are right." - Sir_Funkalot looked at his armour proudly - "I am not paladin. I am too young for this honour... But I performed several... quests and got this thingy as sign of gratitude. As you said a lot of time have passed." - Sir_Funkalot became grim and looked at Stainless quietly - "We could use your gun many times. It was dangerous and harsh time... BOS have found many new enemies. Many of them had even more power than our holy brotherhood... But times of peril have passed. The last of our enemies fell before the holy fury of technology. It is time to get a rest... Come, my friend, you'll tell me about your past and I'll share some of my adventures" - Stainless looked seriously on the East and than smiled lightly. The show willn't start anyway until the sunrise. He had enough time... yet. The figure of Sir_Funkalot disappeared in the distance and Stainless followed him with hurry.
"... and so I have found that blasted thing finally. I began to... Oh, it's you, shining ass. And you found another friend from your cursed brotherhood. Welcome, welcome..." - paynetothemax laughed and stood up to greet newcomers. Two dark figures and high-tech armour was coming closer.
"You'd better watch after your tongue near this new fella." - noticed grimlooking person, sitting near the fire in the darkest shadow.
"Fuck you, Avenger69ie. I say whatever I want and I don't want to get lessons from anybody... especially somebody like..." - he looked into the eyes of this grim person and became silent. Grinning smile was running on the lips of this person. Paynetothemax coughed lightly and turned away. Grim person looked at everybody else. They were looking at him with caution:
"Don't worry. I am not going to start a mess right now. If this fella is going to lose his skin, I don't care... I'll talk about it later... in the wasteland." - he laughed quietly. paynetothemax looked at him with warning and spitted to the earth:
"Yeah, we'll talk about it later. Your annoying ass really began to piss me off." - young raider took another mug of beer and continued the party, while the Avenger69ie returned to his place. His eyes were gleaming as two dark shadows...
"Later..." - he muttered quietly.
"Well, Stainless, here were are. My small band of friends... Surely, most of them ready to kill each other, but it is not so unusual for this place." - Sir_Funkalot laughed and sat near the fire. Stainless looked grimly at bunch of people, sitting all around, and than suddenly started:
"Dan?! What the hell you doing down here?" - quick, thin fella quickly stood up and looked at Stainless with suprise. In a second happy, drunken smile appeared on his face:
"Oh, it's you, Stainless... And I thought that it was the guardian. He don't like me much, I think... All this mess made him too surious sometimes. And now he is annoying everybody else around him. Is it so big crime to have some party now? Here, Stainless, enjoy..." - Dan offered him a large bottle of booz and fell into drunken stupor. Stainless looked at bottle suspiciouly and than said quietly:
"You'd better watch after this guy all the time. He is capable to set in fire everything. The last time, he became drunk, we were barely able to run away from the dieing planet, consumed by fire..." suddenly he heard quiet whisper of Dan and became pale. The sense of his words were making to shudder every living creature around the campfire. The terrible truth was ringing in minds of even most drunken people...
"Where is my favourite napalm grenade?! In the fire... may be..." - quiet words of sleeping Dan disappeared in dead silence... In a minute a whole place was consumed by fire.
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Old ghoul was standing quietly in the shadow of one of the tents and was looking grimly at the camp. Tomorrow they all will run after Lumberg... after that unknown thing, but for now they had a party. He smiled lightly. He already felt that it would be worthy show. Old ghoul didn't like to mess with this fellas mostly, but such moments were making him alive. His mysterious powers were whirling in his body. His mind was dancing with his madness. What was the point of such joyness. He didn't know, but he liked it. Old ghoul breathed deeply and laughed... His skin was cracking as old leather armour on the hot sun and his laugh was not the most pleasant stuff on the Earth, but he liked it...
"What's the point of this laugh?" - he heard quiet voice suddenly and turned around. Large ghoul in metal armour was standing behind him and was following after his look.
"Kreegle... Damn, you'd better warn me about such tricks. I don't like it." - old ghoul smiled lightly and than continued - "Tomorrow will be a grand day. Show will be great. The hunt, the search, the quest... Tomorrow I'll tell them what I need and they'll bring it... if I'll not be able to track it down by myself."
Large ghoul looked at him grimly and sighed deeply:
"You are mad, my old friend. Even I feel as it is crawling on the back of my skull, but you... your constant tricks... you were not able to find this "Lumberg" for many years. You even don't sure that this thing exist... but you are going to start this slaughter. I know what will happen soon enough..." - Kreegle became silent and looked at his powerful friend. Killzig smiled with sadistic satisfaction and laughed:
"Yes, Kreegle... you are too smart sometimes, but I don't care. It will be grand show, grand slaughter. I start all this mess only to watch after this poor mortals... as they are going to kill each other. In search for this artifact they'll meet each other and blood will be spilled numerous times, before I'll be satisfied. If they find this thing, than it will be good. But it is not so important..." - he laughed quietly and looked into the darkness. Large ghoul was standing near him for some time and than asked grimly:
"Why? Why are you doing it?"
Killzig looked at him with surprise and than grinned:
"You are such a smart boy. Haven't you already understood it? <sigh>ok, it looks like I'll have to enlight you - this place is terribly boring. I am sure that you felt it already, but you try to hold your powers. You want to be good boy... this is laughable. You are GOD. Use your power... I want to make things little more interesting. This fella, Haplo, started a good war and I liked to watch after it. People were tearing each other apart. Blood was flowing all the time... Grand sight. I want to start it again."
"You are mad..." - Kreegle muttered quietly.
"As you are, my friend. I don't think that you are going to stop me. You have enough power, but you willn't use it. Why? Because you want to see it too..." - Killzig looked at his friend with evil smile - "Ok, I understand that you want to be a good boy, so I am not going to push you. I am bad and I know it. I want to see as this people are going break their spines and crush skulls, I want to see as people are trying to tear each other apart and madly wailing over the bloody corpses of their enemies... The few survivers... twenty of most bloodlust and merciless of humans will get my favour to exist in this world, but the others will find their way to the graveyard or will be banned forever, if they are too weak to live here..." - Killzig looked at his grim friend and laughed. Than, without saying a word, he disappeared in the darkness, leaving large ghoul alone.
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Warrior in high-tech armour was coming slowly through the mob of people to the place, where he left his friends. All this people and their looks were making him grim, but he tried not to think about it. The recent words of that blasted ghoul didn't leave him and was following him now in every burst of laugh or hissing of fire. Warrior looked at the sky and sighed lightly. He saw so many places, but the sky there wasn't so alive. The sense of hostility was felt on every other planet. He was guest there, nothing more... only here Stainless felt himself like home...
"... there is no place, like home..." - he muttered quietly words of forgotten song. Than he shook his head and continued his way. He had a lot to do yet.
Booz was flowing as river. Bursts of laugh could crumble the mountains into dust. Even several of that blasted ghouls joined the common party. Everybody was happy... it looked like that it was their last party. Something grim and dark was felt ahead. Some great shadow was coming closer with every new hour. The sun was getting closer, but it was bringing not light, but dark shadows... Only few felt it. Nobody wanted to worry about it and spoil such a good night. Tomorrow will be tomorrow. For now everything was fine...
"Cheers..." - paynetothemax cried and gulped another mug of beer. This boy was rather young, but his skin had signs of many travels and problems. Scars and black signs of old deseases were running by his young body all over. May be he was too young, but for his short life he saw more, than some have seen for their whole life... This boy put away the empty mug and looked at his new-found friends, sitting around one of the many firecamps all around. The air was hot and cheerful. The smell of booz was whirling in the air and was making drunk even that, who didn't try it... People around this campfire were not shy to use booz and laugh was heard there even more often than usual.
"Friends... I want to say... <gulp>" - small man in combat armour stood up unsteady and looked around with misty eyes - "Whatever will happen in the future, I want to know, that I have such friends as you are in my back... I hope that tomorrow..." - his voice disappeared in cheerful laugh and noises of breaking glass.
The night sky was coloured in red by the large number of firecamps. Their black columns of smoke were arising into the sky as if they were trying to grab it. The lonely star were gleaming lighly over the horizon, pointing the end of night... The day was coming. Something was gonna to happen. Small raider felt it, though he didn't know what it would be. He spent enough time in the wasteland with the other rangers to trust his feelings. Only they saved his skin more, than once...
"VasikkA, enough of this stuff. Let's party. Here is your mug." - somebody called him and he smiled lightly. Nothing will happen. This camp and his secret mission. Everything, go to hell. He is going to have party. Raider took the offered mug and continued the party.
"Stainless... Is it YOU?!" - tall warrior looked around with caution, trying to notice the owner of this voice. His voice was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he heard it. Stainless left the Earth so long ago, that now he doubted that somebody still remembered him...
"Damn, old bastard, I didn't see you in ages." - some dark figure was coming to him through the mob of people. The bodies of people were hiding his face yet and Stainless couldn't say for sure who was it... The whole body of this man was covered in large hood and was supposed to hide something. It had large size and could suit only supermutant well... But this voice... it belonged to the human. Stainless was sure in it. And... what was more important... he knew him. Finally, this man came close enough to see his face and tall warrior started:
"Sir_Funkalot..." - he whispered quietly and looked at large man, coming closer quickly.
"Stainless... It is really you." - on the cheerful face of the knight appeared light smile.
They were standing on their places without say a word to each other for some time. Than Sir_Funkalot sighed deeply and smiled broader:
"So, you have finally come back. It was long time ago, when I said your name the last time... How is running your life, friend. I suppose that you saw magnifisent places."
Stainless smiled lightly, but his smile faded quickly. His grim voice sounded as cough of the old man:
"Yes, I saw many places... and their wonders couldn't be described by simple words or feelings... but I wasn't able to find the real wonder. The one, I was sent after."
Sir_Funkalot looked at him with surprise and than laughed:
"You still try to finish that blasted quest. How was it called? Hand of Nagash... or something like this. A lot of time has passed. Forget about it. Most of the elders have found their way into the tech-eden and the last of them even don't remember you. It's time to return..."
Stainless looked at his old friend and shook his head slowly:
"There is no time. I spent much more time beyond my homeland... I can't return now. Too late... I different places time run different. Some planes can clean one's guts and reborn the human anew. Our kind was not supposed to travel by sky... not even with all this high-tech stuff. Our short life, our simple closed-minded brain..." - he became silent for a second, thinkin about the past. Than he smiled lightly and his voice became little more cheerful - "So, what has happened on the Earth while I was travelling. The last thing, I remember, I was sent away to prove my knighthood. You were Initiate and I was forced to teach you. So, have you learnt something new?"
Knight of BOS smiled and put away the hood. The shining metal sparked with fire and began to dance on it's gleaming covering. The insigna of BOS was seen quite clearly on the shoulder of the set of this armour. Stainless looked at it and smiled:
"I see that a lot of time have passed. You are running quite well. I thought that power armour would get only person of paladin status."
"You are right." - Sir_Funkalot looked at his armour proudly - "I am not paladin. I am too young for this honour... But I performed several... quests and got this thingy as sign of gratitude. As you said a lot of time have passed." - Sir_Funkalot became grim and looked at Stainless quietly - "We could use your gun many times. It was dangerous and harsh time... BOS have found many new enemies. Many of them had even more power than our holy brotherhood... But times of peril have passed. The last of our enemies fell before the holy fury of technology. It is time to get a rest... Come, my friend, you'll tell me about your past and I'll share some of my adventures" - Stainless looked seriously on the East and than smiled lightly. The show willn't start anyway until the sunrise. He had enough time... yet. The figure of Sir_Funkalot disappeared in the distance and Stainless followed him with hurry.
"... and so I have found that blasted thing finally. I began to... Oh, it's you, shining ass. And you found another friend from your cursed brotherhood. Welcome, welcome..." - paynetothemax laughed and stood up to greet newcomers. Two dark figures and high-tech armour was coming closer.
"You'd better watch after your tongue near this new fella." - noticed grimlooking person, sitting near the fire in the darkest shadow.
"Fuck you, Avenger69ie. I say whatever I want and I don't want to get lessons from anybody... especially somebody like..." - he looked into the eyes of this grim person and became silent. Grinning smile was running on the lips of this person. Paynetothemax coughed lightly and turned away. Grim person looked at everybody else. They were looking at him with caution:
"Don't worry. I am not going to start a mess right now. If this fella is going to lose his skin, I don't care... I'll talk about it later... in the wasteland." - he laughed quietly. paynetothemax looked at him with warning and spitted to the earth:
"Yeah, we'll talk about it later. Your annoying ass really began to piss me off." - young raider took another mug of beer and continued the party, while the Avenger69ie returned to his place. His eyes were gleaming as two dark shadows...
"Later..." - he muttered quietly.
"Well, Stainless, here were are. My small band of friends... Surely, most of them ready to kill each other, but it is not so unusual for this place." - Sir_Funkalot laughed and sat near the fire. Stainless looked grimly at bunch of people, sitting all around, and than suddenly started:
"Dan?! What the hell you doing down here?" - quick, thin fella quickly stood up and looked at Stainless with suprise. In a second happy, drunken smile appeared on his face:
"Oh, it's you, Stainless... And I thought that it was the guardian. He don't like me much, I think... All this mess made him too surious sometimes. And now he is annoying everybody else around him. Is it so big crime to have some party now? Here, Stainless, enjoy..." - Dan offered him a large bottle of booz and fell into drunken stupor. Stainless looked at bottle suspiciouly and than said quietly:
"You'd better watch after this guy all the time. He is capable to set in fire everything. The last time, he became drunk, we were barely able to run away from the dieing planet, consumed by fire..." suddenly he heard quiet whisper of Dan and became pale. The sense of his words were making to shudder every living creature around the campfire. The terrible truth was ringing in minds of even most drunken people...
"Where is my favourite napalm grenade?! In the fire... may be..." - quiet words of sleeping Dan disappeared in dead silence... In a minute a whole place was consumed by fire.
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Old ghoul was standing quietly in the shadow of one of the tents and was looking grimly at the camp. Tomorrow they all will run after Lumberg... after that unknown thing, but for now they had a party. He smiled lightly. He already felt that it would be worthy show. Old ghoul didn't like to mess with this fellas mostly, but such moments were making him alive. His mysterious powers were whirling in his body. His mind was dancing with his madness. What was the point of such joyness. He didn't know, but he liked it. Old ghoul breathed deeply and laughed... His skin was cracking as old leather armour on the hot sun and his laugh was not the most pleasant stuff on the Earth, but he liked it...
"What's the point of this laugh?" - he heard quiet voice suddenly and turned around. Large ghoul in metal armour was standing behind him and was following after his look.
"Kreegle... Damn, you'd better warn me about such tricks. I don't like it." - old ghoul smiled lightly and than continued - "Tomorrow will be a grand day. Show will be great. The hunt, the search, the quest... Tomorrow I'll tell them what I need and they'll bring it... if I'll not be able to track it down by myself."
Large ghoul looked at him grimly and sighed deeply:
"You are mad, my old friend. Even I feel as it is crawling on the back of my skull, but you... your constant tricks... you were not able to find this "Lumberg" for many years. You even don't sure that this thing exist... but you are going to start this slaughter. I know what will happen soon enough..." - Kreegle became silent and looked at his powerful friend. Killzig smiled with sadistic satisfaction and laughed:
"Yes, Kreegle... you are too smart sometimes, but I don't care. It will be grand show, grand slaughter. I start all this mess only to watch after this poor mortals... as they are going to kill each other. In search for this artifact they'll meet each other and blood will be spilled numerous times, before I'll be satisfied. If they find this thing, than it will be good. But it is not so important..." - he laughed quietly and looked into the darkness. Large ghoul was standing near him for some time and than asked grimly:
"Why? Why are you doing it?"
Killzig looked at him with surprise and than grinned:
"You are such a smart boy. Haven't you already understood it? <sigh>ok, it looks like I'll have to enlight you - this place is terribly boring. I am sure that you felt it already, but you try to hold your powers. You want to be good boy... this is laughable. You are GOD. Use your power... I want to make things little more interesting. This fella, Haplo, started a good war and I liked to watch after it. People were tearing each other apart. Blood was flowing all the time... Grand sight. I want to start it again."
"You are mad..." - Kreegle muttered quietly.
"As you are, my friend. I don't think that you are going to stop me. You have enough power, but you willn't use it. Why? Because you want to see it too..." - Killzig looked at his friend with evil smile - "Ok, I understand that you want to be a good boy, so I am not going to push you. I am bad and I know it. I want to see as this people are going break their spines and crush skulls, I want to see as people are trying to tear each other apart and madly wailing over the bloody corpses of their enemies... The few survivers... twenty of most bloodlust and merciless of humans will get my favour to exist in this world, but the others will find their way to the graveyard or will be banned forever, if they are too weak to live here..." - Killzig looked at his grim friend and laughed. Than, without saying a word, he disappeared in the darkness, leaving large ghoul alone.
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paynetothemax wrote:Why is my character dipicted as a kid?
Well, I don't know. When I see your avatar, I think about my childhood... but if you want, you'll be middleaged experienced raider. Common description, but if you like it...
You will be number one... but first of all you must betray Sir_Funkalot. Just be patient. You'll get your portion of fame, if you are really interested in this story. Story is working all the time. Even now your discussions on Gen Desc is making me to create something new...paynetothemax wrote:and why's he such a potty mouth? :(
World of FO is coming... too fast for my liking
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Nah it's okay, I was just wondering.Follower wrote:Well, I don't know. When I see your avatar, I think about my childhood... but if you want, you'll be middleaged experienced raider. Common description, but if you like it...
Well I asked because I try not to cuss (not too good but I try not to and I tend to avoid the big THREE vulgarties) so I was just wondering....Follower wrote:You will be number one... but first of all you must betray Sir_Funkalot. Just be patient. You'll get your portion of fame, if you are really interested in this story. Story is working all the time. Even now your discussions on Gen Desc is making me to create something new...
AND DON'T GIVE IT THE STORY!! i HAVN'T READ IT YET!!!!??@!?~@?~
Okey, guys, this is not part of a story. The time has come to prove that you are really interested in this story(heh :lol: ). Now I really need your help. Anybody, can you tell me about major events on this forum? It will be too difficult to describe every event and I need something huge and terrible, like war of forums... or closing of V13... or war between canadians and americans... or war between american lovers and haters... or fall of Khan clan or Feelings Online. I have a lot of information, but not enough. I need history of this place... history of DAC forums. I know that this forum is five years old, so it must have old gods too... ANYBODY, help me. Say it in brief. Please... I don't want to do it myself. When I look at tons of information on old archives, it makes me to shudder...
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World of FO is coming... too fast for my liking
