Considering the Canadians around here consist of pretty much Red and me, a US Canada war would be sort of pointless.Follower wrote:or war between canadians and americans...
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As it would in real life P:
Hey pal you don't need to be vulgar to be offensive. And in fact, being vulgar just means you lack the imagination to be offensive ... or that you find nothing offensive about vulgarities.Follower wrote:Oh yeah... You can tell it to somebody else, but not to me. :) I saw enough on this forum and I am impressed. This forum is collection of offense and jokes.
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No what's cool is that it wouldn't be called the white house if the brits hadn't burned it then, thus staining the stones with all these scorch marks, so we painted it white.
But the interesting part of that war is that england was frighting neopoleon at the same time. We were just a minor inconvenince.
And frankly I wouldn't take pride in something that tells the world that england wears the pants in your countries relationship. P:
But the interesting part of that war is that england was frighting neopoleon at the same time. We were just a minor inconvenince.
And frankly I wouldn't take pride in something that tells the world that england wears the pants in your countries relationship. P:
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Go ahead and giggle, all you faux euro teabags. America = tata's and hootie-ha's!!
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We were like "die losers!" you were like "oh pretty please can we have independance??!?!?!" and then england finally got tired of your whining... but when WWI came around, bam! you back under their thumb.Spazmo wrote:Obviously. Canada was still a colony at the time. We didn't feel the need to start shooting people because, gosh darn it, taxes were too high. We just waited and eventually the Brits gave us independence.
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Eh... no. We were loyal subjects to the Queen and went off to all the right wars (instead of waiting until 1917 and 1942), and after WWI, the decolonization process began. First, we got a couple goodies like being allowed to sign the Armistice as a nation. Then our Prime Minister got the right to talk directly to the Brit PM without going thru the minister of colonies. And then, gradually, the UK gave us more and more rights until eventually, we because a full-fledged nation.
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Just weened you off them like a little babe... waiting until 1917, though, = isolationism!! yay!! then for WWII umm yeah we weren't techinically in that until 1942 but yeah we were pretty much intent on fighting germany for some time before that... so booya!!Spazmo wrote:Eh... no. We were loyal subjects to the Queen and went off to all the right wars (instead of waiting until 1917 and 1942), and after WWI, the decolonization process began. First, we got a couple goodies like being allowed to sign the Armistice as a nation. Then our Prime Minister got the right to talk directly to the Brit PM without going thru the minister of colonies. And then, gradually, the UK gave us more and more rights until eventually, we because a full-fledged nation.
paynetothemax - As you wish, my dear slaver...
Ruben Rooben Reuben - thanks for reply. I'll think about it.
Spazmo - I see that question about Canada is whirling in the air yet. Soon enough I'll hear insults... that's for sure. Hot iron, as I say. Surely it deserves to be noticed.
Kashluk - Happy birthday. I am surprised that you are wandering somewhere around yet...
Heh, not so many answers. We have no veterans here or nobody is interested in this story or history. Heh, Well, no matter than. I was waiting for something like this. I don't like history anyway... and I don't have enough information. I suppose that some old member or veteran should create something like this story, but nobody want to waste time on this... So I'll have to create something new on my own. New stuff is forgotten old stuff, some say. Well, this story is turning into new way. No matter... show must go on.
I suppose that it is enough of my chat in this topic. I say "no offense" or "sorry" too often for my liking. I am tired of my self-pitiness and all that stuff... It began to annoy me. I think that I'd better remain silent for some time. This story will be my words. I have nothing else to say. Well, here you will see my story. I'll watch after you. All my words are over, but the story only begins... sweet embrace of depression. It always helps me to create.
Ruben Rooben Reuben - thanks for reply. I'll think about it.
Spazmo - I see that question about Canada is whirling in the air yet. Soon enough I'll hear insults... that's for sure. Hot iron, as I say. Surely it deserves to be noticed.
Kashluk - Happy birthday. I am surprised that you are wandering somewhere around yet...
Heh, not so many answers. We have no veterans here or nobody is interested in this story or history. Heh, Well, no matter than. I was waiting for something like this. I don't like history anyway... and I don't have enough information. I suppose that some old member or veteran should create something like this story, but nobody want to waste time on this... So I'll have to create something new on my own. New stuff is forgotten old stuff, some say. Well, this story is turning into new way. No matter... show must go on.
I suppose that it is enough of my chat in this topic. I say "no offense" or "sorry" too often for my liking. I am tired of my self-pitiness and all that stuff... It began to annoy me. I think that I'd better remain silent for some time. This story will be my words. I have nothing else to say. Well, here you will see my story. I'll watch after you. All my words are over, but the story only begins... sweet embrace of depression. It always helps me to create.
World of FO is coming... too fast for my liking
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Night's wind was whirling slowly in the darkness, bringing silence of nature and fresh breath of the ocean. Stars were gleaming lightly far in the sky. All was quiet. The sun rise was coming slowly, rising from the far away mountains over the horison. Some say, that there were no world beyond these mountains. Only few dared to cross it and nobody returned to tell the tale... Tall man in rags grinned and looked around. It was the best time for his business. He whispered something unclear and put away the knife, smoking with fresh blood. Newly skinned body was lieing near him... Tall scarred raider looked at his work with satisfaction and smiled lightly. It was good work. That blasted raider, his victim, even didn't able to wake up mostly. He cut his neck quickly and pull his guts on the coldness of the blade. Raider smiled once again. It looked like that his victim didn't like company - that's why he slept far away from the main camp and nobody heard his cries... at least nobody cared about him. Tall man was satisfied with it.
"Good work, NachoMonkey. Another fucking raider in the dead book. The world is cleaner and better place now..." - he muttered to himself and quickly came to the camp.
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Sand, arised by foots of two unclear figures, was whirling slowly in the hot air of the sunrise. It was becoming warmer with every hour and the worst was ahead. Tall man in black leather stopped for a while and looked around with surprise - the picture around him was unfamiliar. It was supposed to be part of the camp, but this place was dead. They were walking by the black, lifeless soil to the last remains of the camp seen far away. It looked like that some blasted firestorm was raging there. Tall man stoped, put away the sweat from his forehead and grinned:
"It looks like that Killzig once again became pissed off or something. What the hell has happened down here?"
His friend in metal armour looked around for a while and than shook his shoulders:
"Whatever has happened here, it doesn't concern us. The main tents are unhurmed and this is most important stuff. Look, everybody has gathered already. Soon enough all this circus will be over..." - he pointed to the large group of people, standing around one of the tents. Man in black leather followed after them for some time, but than noticed something else. Something more interesting...
"Well, well, well... what do we have here. Look, the guardian. This is our friends, isn't they? It explains much." - two figures looked to the south and noticed there small group not so far away.
Man in high-tech armour was sitting near the small crater and was looking after the small cloud of smoke, rising from it. Blasted smell of napalm was felt all around and the detonation of one of his own grenades made a whole camp to became like a burning hell. It was quite a mess... Like in old times. He smiled quietly, thinking about the past. Thanks godness, there were little to fire in this cursed wasteland and soon enough fire disappeared... but bad results remained. He looked at sleeping peacfully Dan near him and grinned. Half of the camp wanted to skin him alive, but nobody wanted to mess with this small group. They were favourite boys of Killzig and it was not the brightest idea to mess with this guy... Anyway, they have got a new bunch of enemies and problems today. While he was thinking about all this stuff, somebody come quietly to him and asked suddenly:
"What should we do now, Stainless? Our bright leaders haven't appeared yet."
Stainless started and looked at thin-looking person in normal clothes. This one had no armour or weapon at all, except long, strange-looking sword. It looked rather funny in this place, but large amount of scars of the owner and razor sharp blade didn't make it so funny at all. Even in the wasteland this sword could be quite deadly. Many made such a mistake thinking that gun is better than sharp steel. Stainless sighed deeply and answered:
"Remain calm, Spazmo. Everything is fine. They'll appear sooner or later... Use your terrible brain melting moon rays and everything will be okey.(Spazmo thought that he had this thing and nobody wanted to argue with him. Well, may be it was true, but nobody felt nothing so special about it)... What about slavemaster? Does he okey?"
"Am I looking okey?! Blasted human... Dan... I swear that I'll tear his blasted ass..." - rage of short, strong looking person disappeared in his cough and wheeze. Large portion of his body was black and his leather armour was green from his blood.
"Hey, stop it... It's not his fault... that he has done it... er, again. It is acident."
"Come closer and say it again. Look at my blasted bleeding body and say it again... come... closer, if you are fucking moron and say... it... again..." - his words were interrupted by terrible cough, but his eyes were gleaming madly. Spazmo looked at his friend and shook his head grimly:
"We'd better stay with him for some time. It will be bad if somebody will see his blood."
Stainless nodded quietly and looked around. Sir_Funkalot and his friends departed soon after the acident. They were pissed of and nobody wanted to talk about it. He sighed deeply. There were no time for talkings anyway. The bad times were coming. Stainless felt it by his skin:
"He will be okey. His blood will heal him soon enough... even in this weak human's body."
"It is not so weak... Look." - Spazmo drew his sword with terrible speed and began to swing with it all around. If there were one enemy there, soon enough there would be a lot of pieces of enemy.
"You have nothing to loose. Your body was familiar to the body of nativ... Hey, is it our friends?" - Stainless looked at two unclear figures, coming closer in the murky air of the rising sun and than smiled lightly... Yes, it were they.
"Stainless... what the hell has happened? Is it Dan, who likes to show how blasted grenades works... or may be Slavemaster, who should keep his blasted explosives near his..." - the guardian was raging and it was pointless to stop him... at least for now. Stainless looked at Kashluk with light smile and he only shook his head. Their cheerful leader was helpless in this situation. May be he was a spirit of this company, but the steel and leadership belonged to the guardian. It was his duty to kick lasy asses or smash drunken guts.
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Jimbo San looked at his new friend and shuddered. Something was terribly wrong with him, but he couldn't say for sure... He needed someone's help anyway and it was most logical way to get one. His new friend was not raider and most of the people all around tried to stay away from him... or may be prefered not to mess with him. Reaver didn't care...
"So, what's your name, pal?" - he asked cheerfully, looking around. Large group of people was standing around them. Many were looking at them sometimes, but most didn't pay attention at all. All their attention was attracted by large tent of owner of this camp and they didn't want to look after another small group of would-be heroes...
"My name is... Ruben Rooben Reuben... I think." - tall thin man in dirty clothes said. He looked not so good as some other travellers. He had no armour and his gun was rusty desert eagle, but Jimbo San felt some inner strengths in this boy. That's why he noticed him and offered to join him. High-tech raider was looking around for companion for several days now. He didn't want to get some fucking raider or merchant. They meant a lot of problems. Some travellers or advanturers could attract a lot of attention and Jimbo surely didn't want to get one... This strange fella appeared from nowhere. Well, Reaver didn't care about his past as soon as he agreed to join and help him. All other stuff was not important. He grinned and looked at his new friend once again.
"You don't know your own name, pal?!" - real surprise was heard in his tone, though very little could surprise him. Ruben Rooben Reuben looked at him grimly and noded:
"I am king of Evasion! And defy definition..!!" - he lowered his voice and muttered something quietly to himself. Jimbo San shook his shoulders and looked at the tent. The show was starting... no matter than. His new friend will tell him his story later.
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The silence of the morning was felt everywhere. Nobody wanted to disturb it and tried to talk quietly. Small and large groups of people were sitting and standing here and there all around, waiting for the Killzig. There were feeling that something great must happen today. It looked like that desert storm will start soon enough. There were so quiet and calm now. The songs of the night's party were whirling in the air yet and drunken mist was crawling in one's minds, but it was felt quite clearly. Blasted company of this cursed ghouls will start the mess now...
"This is my territory, pal. You'd better clear it or I'll clear you..." - grimlooking pale fella in leather armour was standing and watching after another merchant, arrived just recently. It was a good business to cheat and rob all this suckers all around and Avenger69ie didn't want to lose it. This newly arrived merchant has already stolen few of his customers and even didn't cheat them (not so much). It was a terrible insult to his merchant's honour.
Short old fella with bold head and broad smile was looking after his grim offender. He saw enough in this world and it was not so surprising to see another angry merchant. Surely Ganymedes was one of the best and strangest merchants all around. His goods were best and he was dealing in one of the best and high-tech stuff... It was only pleasant to see jealousness.
"Relax, boy. This camp is large enough for two of us..."
Avenger69ie spitted to the ground and grinned:
"Not enough large... pal"
Old trader sighed tiredly and rose his voice:
"Umpa, Lynxer... come here. We must discuss one interesting proposal."
"Yeah, call for your blasted lackeys. They willn't save your worthless ass. I have friends too... Bloodbathmaster2."
From the mob appeared three persons and looked at each other with interest.
"What now, avenger69ie... You can't stay out of problems even for an hour." - sighed deeply middleaged person in strange looking armour with expression of boredom on the face.
"What has happened? Angry customer or rober?" - tall muscular man in heavy metal armour asked. Old merchant looked at him tiredly and sighed:
"Worse, Umpa... competitor..."
Large guard in combat armour steped forward and looked at avenger69ie with warning. He said nothing, but his arm didn't leave his gun, hanging on his belt. Old merchant noticed it and smiled:
"Lynxer, there is no need for harsh actions. I am sure that we can deal the problem. Aren't we?" - he looked at Bloodbathmaster2 and he nodded quietly.
"No, we don't..." - avenger 69ie rushed and tried to grab an old merchant, but he was too quick and was able to dodge. Umpa and Lynxer drew their weapons at once. In the hands of grim trader appeared gun too. One more second and blood will flow...
"Stop, you, fools..." - suddenly they heard quiet whisper of Bloodbathmaster2 - "they are coming here."
This small problem a lot of attention. Some of people began to gather around, looking after the merchants with interest and sadistic pleasure... but it attracted also the interest of somebody less pleasant. Two dark figures were coming quickly in their direction. Old merchant looked at their new guests and cursed blasted fools. Than he smiled as cheerful as possible and ran to greet new guests.
"Tank, Saint_Proverbius. It is such a pleasure to see you here." - he greeted them and brilliant smile was sparking on his lips. Rather young ghoul come closer and looked at him attentivly:
"I thought that I have warned you about it, Ganymedes. No problems or your problems will be dealt with."
There were no warning in his voice, only surprise, but old merchant became pale...
"But... but... Tank... sir, please... you have misunderstood this fools. We have no problem here... just discussing an interesting proposal... argueing a little. Nothing worse."
Young ghoul looked around with interest and in his eyes sparked a smile, though his face was serious. Finally he sighed deeply and shook his head:
"Go, my friend. There is nothing interesting down there." - large strong ghoul looked at old merchant grimly and said nothing. He simply followed after Tank.
Ganymedes sighed with relief and looked at Avenger69ie with hatred.
"If you want to be banned or cursed forever, that's your problems. I want to wander through the wastes for some more time... I don't want to see you again. If this will happen, it will be very messy..."
"You read my thoughts..." - grim trader muttered and turned around. He and his companion disappeared in the mob without any other words.
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"I say, we should skin him alive..." - tall muscular man in common clothes growled.
"I agree, that man could kill us all." - man in combat armour noticed.
Sir_Funkalot looked at his new group of friends and grinned. Surely, it was not the same squad, he was dreaming about... but he had some persons and they followed him. Nothing else was important.
"Slider, VasikkA - it will be a bad idea to anger Killzig. This guy don't like to see bloodshed... at least meaningless bloodshed... I hope. So, let's leave this topic alone. We survived and this is the best. Friends of that man suffered far more, than we. Let's leave it to them to deal with him. Two of his group muttered something unpleasant, but say nothing. Sir_Funkalot looked grimly at paynetothemax and added to himself:
"I hope that Stainless really gonna do something with that berk."
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..."
"What do you have to offer?" - strong man in metal armour asked. Old ghoul looked at him and laughed quietly:
"Whatever you want. I can give you everything... get me this thing and I'll... er, clean this planet for you. Find it and all your wishes will come to life. You know that I have enough power for it."
Two figures looked at each other grimly and shuddered. They saw Killzig's power in life. He used it only few times, but it was really terrible show. Planets and planes were shaking in terror. Billions of cursed souls were disappearing in non-existence... His madness was known in legends of several less developed universes. Kashluk smiled lightly, but his eyes were serious.
"What do you want from us in particular?"
(Edited by supercomputer of the Glow. Unknown language was found among old files of the group. Meaning of it is lost to time. I think that it is alien language of one of the members of the group.)
FÖDOSAGAN
Sugar sången här!!!
Stigen leder högre upp
Mot svarta bergens snovita topp
En ädel syn ny väntas kan
Styrka uråldrig och ära sann
Jag döper mitt sinne
I sanningens bäck
Ur berget den rinna
Denna becksvarta ådra
Ur berget en staty
Av makt nu stiga
I nordiska natten
Tusen ogon sina
Berget dåna kraft mit fylla
Denna urgud alla trollfolk hylla
Denna jord denna kraft
Som nu visat sig
Denna makt som lovats
Förnekas ej
Ett spjut jag skall smida och vässa
Trollfolkets strävan den må vara rung
Den dag dock råda da jag heta kung
Kung över folken av troll...
"Good work, NachoMonkey. Another fucking raider in the dead book. The world is cleaner and better place now..." - he muttered to himself and quickly came to the camp.
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Sand, arised by foots of two unclear figures, was whirling slowly in the hot air of the sunrise. It was becoming warmer with every hour and the worst was ahead. Tall man in black leather stopped for a while and looked around with surprise - the picture around him was unfamiliar. It was supposed to be part of the camp, but this place was dead. They were walking by the black, lifeless soil to the last remains of the camp seen far away. It looked like that some blasted firestorm was raging there. Tall man stoped, put away the sweat from his forehead and grinned:
"It looks like that Killzig once again became pissed off or something. What the hell has happened down here?"
His friend in metal armour looked around for a while and than shook his shoulders:
"Whatever has happened here, it doesn't concern us. The main tents are unhurmed and this is most important stuff. Look, everybody has gathered already. Soon enough all this circus will be over..." - he pointed to the large group of people, standing around one of the tents. Man in black leather followed after them for some time, but than noticed something else. Something more interesting...
"Well, well, well... what do we have here. Look, the guardian. This is our friends, isn't they? It explains much." - two figures looked to the south and noticed there small group not so far away.
Man in high-tech armour was sitting near the small crater and was looking after the small cloud of smoke, rising from it. Blasted smell of napalm was felt all around and the detonation of one of his own grenades made a whole camp to became like a burning hell. It was quite a mess... Like in old times. He smiled quietly, thinking about the past. Thanks godness, there were little to fire in this cursed wasteland and soon enough fire disappeared... but bad results remained. He looked at sleeping peacfully Dan near him and grinned. Half of the camp wanted to skin him alive, but nobody wanted to mess with this small group. They were favourite boys of Killzig and it was not the brightest idea to mess with this guy... Anyway, they have got a new bunch of enemies and problems today. While he was thinking about all this stuff, somebody come quietly to him and asked suddenly:
"What should we do now, Stainless? Our bright leaders haven't appeared yet."
Stainless started and looked at thin-looking person in normal clothes. This one had no armour or weapon at all, except long, strange-looking sword. It looked rather funny in this place, but large amount of scars of the owner and razor sharp blade didn't make it so funny at all. Even in the wasteland this sword could be quite deadly. Many made such a mistake thinking that gun is better than sharp steel. Stainless sighed deeply and answered:
"Remain calm, Spazmo. Everything is fine. They'll appear sooner or later... Use your terrible brain melting moon rays and everything will be okey.(Spazmo thought that he had this thing and nobody wanted to argue with him. Well, may be it was true, but nobody felt nothing so special about it)... What about slavemaster? Does he okey?"
"Am I looking okey?! Blasted human... Dan... I swear that I'll tear his blasted ass..." - rage of short, strong looking person disappeared in his cough and wheeze. Large portion of his body was black and his leather armour was green from his blood.
"Hey, stop it... It's not his fault... that he has done it... er, again. It is acident."
"Come closer and say it again. Look at my blasted bleeding body and say it again... come... closer, if you are fucking moron and say... it... again..." - his words were interrupted by terrible cough, but his eyes were gleaming madly. Spazmo looked at his friend and shook his head grimly:
"We'd better stay with him for some time. It will be bad if somebody will see his blood."
Stainless nodded quietly and looked around. Sir_Funkalot and his friends departed soon after the acident. They were pissed of and nobody wanted to talk about it. He sighed deeply. There were no time for talkings anyway. The bad times were coming. Stainless felt it by his skin:
"He will be okey. His blood will heal him soon enough... even in this weak human's body."
"It is not so weak... Look." - Spazmo drew his sword with terrible speed and began to swing with it all around. If there were one enemy there, soon enough there would be a lot of pieces of enemy.
"You have nothing to loose. Your body was familiar to the body of nativ... Hey, is it our friends?" - Stainless looked at two unclear figures, coming closer in the murky air of the rising sun and than smiled lightly... Yes, it were they.
"Stainless... what the hell has happened? Is it Dan, who likes to show how blasted grenades works... or may be Slavemaster, who should keep his blasted explosives near his..." - the guardian was raging and it was pointless to stop him... at least for now. Stainless looked at Kashluk with light smile and he only shook his head. Their cheerful leader was helpless in this situation. May be he was a spirit of this company, but the steel and leadership belonged to the guardian. It was his duty to kick lasy asses or smash drunken guts.
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Jimbo San looked at his new friend and shuddered. Something was terribly wrong with him, but he couldn't say for sure... He needed someone's help anyway and it was most logical way to get one. His new friend was not raider and most of the people all around tried to stay away from him... or may be prefered not to mess with him. Reaver didn't care...
"So, what's your name, pal?" - he asked cheerfully, looking around. Large group of people was standing around them. Many were looking at them sometimes, but most didn't pay attention at all. All their attention was attracted by large tent of owner of this camp and they didn't want to look after another small group of would-be heroes...
"My name is... Ruben Rooben Reuben... I think." - tall thin man in dirty clothes said. He looked not so good as some other travellers. He had no armour and his gun was rusty desert eagle, but Jimbo San felt some inner strengths in this boy. That's why he noticed him and offered to join him. High-tech raider was looking around for companion for several days now. He didn't want to get some fucking raider or merchant. They meant a lot of problems. Some travellers or advanturers could attract a lot of attention and Jimbo surely didn't want to get one... This strange fella appeared from nowhere. Well, Reaver didn't care about his past as soon as he agreed to join and help him. All other stuff was not important. He grinned and looked at his new friend once again.
"You don't know your own name, pal?!" - real surprise was heard in his tone, though very little could surprise him. Ruben Rooben Reuben looked at him grimly and noded:
"I am king of Evasion! And defy definition..!!" - he lowered his voice and muttered something quietly to himself. Jimbo San shook his shoulders and looked at the tent. The show was starting... no matter than. His new friend will tell him his story later.
*************
The silence of the morning was felt everywhere. Nobody wanted to disturb it and tried to talk quietly. Small and large groups of people were sitting and standing here and there all around, waiting for the Killzig. There were feeling that something great must happen today. It looked like that desert storm will start soon enough. There were so quiet and calm now. The songs of the night's party were whirling in the air yet and drunken mist was crawling in one's minds, but it was felt quite clearly. Blasted company of this cursed ghouls will start the mess now...
"This is my territory, pal. You'd better clear it or I'll clear you..." - grimlooking pale fella in leather armour was standing and watching after another merchant, arrived just recently. It was a good business to cheat and rob all this suckers all around and Avenger69ie didn't want to lose it. This newly arrived merchant has already stolen few of his customers and even didn't cheat them (not so much). It was a terrible insult to his merchant's honour.
Short old fella with bold head and broad smile was looking after his grim offender. He saw enough in this world and it was not so surprising to see another angry merchant. Surely Ganymedes was one of the best and strangest merchants all around. His goods were best and he was dealing in one of the best and high-tech stuff... It was only pleasant to see jealousness.
"Relax, boy. This camp is large enough for two of us..."
Avenger69ie spitted to the ground and grinned:
"Not enough large... pal"
Old trader sighed tiredly and rose his voice:
"Umpa, Lynxer... come here. We must discuss one interesting proposal."
"Yeah, call for your blasted lackeys. They willn't save your worthless ass. I have friends too... Bloodbathmaster2."
From the mob appeared three persons and looked at each other with interest.
"What now, avenger69ie... You can't stay out of problems even for an hour." - sighed deeply middleaged person in strange looking armour with expression of boredom on the face.
"What has happened? Angry customer or rober?" - tall muscular man in heavy metal armour asked. Old merchant looked at him tiredly and sighed:
"Worse, Umpa... competitor..."
Large guard in combat armour steped forward and looked at avenger69ie with warning. He said nothing, but his arm didn't leave his gun, hanging on his belt. Old merchant noticed it and smiled:
"Lynxer, there is no need for harsh actions. I am sure that we can deal the problem. Aren't we?" - he looked at Bloodbathmaster2 and he nodded quietly.
"No, we don't..." - avenger 69ie rushed and tried to grab an old merchant, but he was too quick and was able to dodge. Umpa and Lynxer drew their weapons at once. In the hands of grim trader appeared gun too. One more second and blood will flow...
"Stop, you, fools..." - suddenly they heard quiet whisper of Bloodbathmaster2 - "they are coming here."
This small problem a lot of attention. Some of people began to gather around, looking after the merchants with interest and sadistic pleasure... but it attracted also the interest of somebody less pleasant. Two dark figures were coming quickly in their direction. Old merchant looked at their new guests and cursed blasted fools. Than he smiled as cheerful as possible and ran to greet new guests.
"Tank, Saint_Proverbius. It is such a pleasure to see you here." - he greeted them and brilliant smile was sparking on his lips. Rather young ghoul come closer and looked at him attentivly:
"I thought that I have warned you about it, Ganymedes. No problems or your problems will be dealt with."
There were no warning in his voice, only surprise, but old merchant became pale...
"But... but... Tank... sir, please... you have misunderstood this fools. We have no problem here... just discussing an interesting proposal... argueing a little. Nothing worse."
Young ghoul looked around with interest and in his eyes sparked a smile, though his face was serious. Finally he sighed deeply and shook his head:
"Go, my friend. There is nothing interesting down there." - large strong ghoul looked at old merchant grimly and said nothing. He simply followed after Tank.
Ganymedes sighed with relief and looked at Avenger69ie with hatred.
"If you want to be banned or cursed forever, that's your problems. I want to wander through the wastes for some more time... I don't want to see you again. If this will happen, it will be very messy..."
"You read my thoughts..." - grim trader muttered and turned around. He and his companion disappeared in the mob without any other words.
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"I say, we should skin him alive..." - tall muscular man in common clothes growled.
"I agree, that man could kill us all." - man in combat armour noticed.
Sir_Funkalot looked at his new group of friends and grinned. Surely, it was not the same squad, he was dreaming about... but he had some persons and they followed him. Nothing else was important.
"Slider, VasikkA - it will be a bad idea to anger Killzig. This guy don't like to see bloodshed... at least meaningless bloodshed... I hope. So, let's leave this topic alone. We survived and this is the best. Friends of that man suffered far more, than we. Let's leave it to them to deal with him. Two of his group muttered something unpleasant, but say nothing. Sir_Funkalot looked grimly at paynetothemax and added to himself:
"I hope that Stainless really gonna do something with that berk."
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..."
"What do you have to offer?" - strong man in metal armour asked. Old ghoul looked at him and laughed quietly:
"Whatever you want. I can give you everything... get me this thing and I'll... er, clean this planet for you. Find it and all your wishes will come to life. You know that I have enough power for it."
Two figures looked at each other grimly and shuddered. They saw Killzig's power in life. He used it only few times, but it was really terrible show. Planets and planes were shaking in terror. Billions of cursed souls were disappearing in non-existence... His madness was known in legends of several less developed universes. Kashluk smiled lightly, but his eyes were serious.
"What do you want from us in particular?"
(Edited by supercomputer of the Glow. Unknown language was found among old files of the group. Meaning of it is lost to time. I think that it is alien language of one of the members of the group.)
FÖDOSAGAN
Sugar sången här!!!
Stigen leder högre upp
Mot svarta bergens snovita topp
En ädel syn ny väntas kan
Styrka uråldrig och ära sann
Jag döper mitt sinne
I sanningens bäck
Ur berget den rinna
Denna becksvarta ådra
Ur berget en staty
Av makt nu stiga
I nordiska natten
Tusen ogon sina
Berget dåna kraft mit fylla
Denna urgud alla trollfolk hylla
Denna jord denna kraft
Som nu visat sig
Denna makt som lovats
Förnekas ej
Ett spjut jag skall smida och vässa
Trollfolkets strävan den må vara rung
Den dag dock råda da jag heta kung
Kung över folken av troll...
World of FO is coming... too fast for my liking
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Kashluk - this is the way of every group. One must lead, the others have to follow. He is not puppeting you, but... er... well... I don't know. You'll have to take the group in your hands anyway soon enough, because the guardian will... (secret information)
"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." - the words of the ghoul were whirling in the silence of the day. Dozens of eyes were looking after him... following his every word. This bunch of morons was ready to be sent into hell. Killzig smiled lightly... All was running as it was supposed to be. All was fine...
"The thing is called Lumberg..." - the echo of this words was travelling by the silent air among raiders and travellers among the camp. Nobody heard this thing and didn't care about it. The reward was promising a lot and it was enough for them...
"Loneberk..." - somebody muttered quietly and looked with fear at the ghoul, standing ahead. Tall figure in dirty hood didn't see bath for years(as many other in the wastes). The smell of dead geckos and brahmins was coming from him in all sides... His face was almost unseen under the cover of long dirty hairs and dusty skin. Only his eyes were gleaming grimly, when he was watching after the ghoul...
"Once again you started the mess, you can't finish... It will be your own death..." - he muttered quietly and turned back quickly. He tried to leave the camp, but suddenly somebody grabbed him.
"Hey, you. What the hell you doing here? Who are you?!" - this words were flying in his consciousness, but its meaning was escaping from him. The man was looking at this new person, who grabbed him. It was mutant... may be. BUT it was surely the strangest mutant he has ever seen. Some strange combination of deathclaw and frog... The man shuddered, but tried to relax and sighed deeply:
"Welcome to our devastated world, Lasse... it is an honour..."
"Shut your fucking mouth, moron. Answer my question or you'll find your sorry face in deepest pits of your own ass. Do you understand me?!"
Loud voice of this creature attracted a lot of attention. Some small mutant came to them quickly and looked at both of them.
"Lasse... it's your problem that that bitch didn't allow you to..." - this small fella said and grinned. Lasse released his victim and looked grimly at him.
"Pyro... I'll..." - he came closer to the mutant and rose his right arm which had power fist and was larger than his left one. Pyro didn't do anything and looked calmly at Lasse's victim.
"Are you okey, pal? My friend has a bad day." - he stopped for a while and looked at Lasse again - "Stop it already. I am tired of this shit. We have a rest now. There is no need to devastate or kill whatever you see."
Large creature growled something unpleasant and turned away to leave them alone, but than stoped for a while and said quietly:
"I joined this group to kill, to crush. If you have not enough steel for it, than I'll take care about it."
Pyro looked at the back of this creature and shook his head. This fella was too pushy and couldn't stop sometimes.
"You should think about consequences before crush something..." - he sighed deeply and helped man to stand up. Pyro looked at him and grinned. This person was in bad shape...
"Have you crawled from deathclaw's den or something?" - he asked and looked at him with interest. Man looked at his clothes and shook his shoulders:
"It doesn't matter. The things began to whirl again and blood will flow swiftly to haste the doom of this place..."
Pyro looked attentivly into the eyes of this person, but noticed no madness or foolishness there. This man was little simple, but not a fool... Hermit. Pyro smiled grimly and nodded to his own thoughts. This man was a hermit... his blabing could contain some useful information, but he had no time to solve his puzzles.
"What's your name, pal? I didn't think that hermits like to roam here."
A man looked at Pyro and sighed lightly:
"Name... Name me and I'll have a name. Watch after me and you'll get what you are looking for. I know everything. I look after everyone. I follow the events and even gods himself follow my advices... though they don't know it... name... my name is watcher... my name is follower... Follower I am. I am Follower..."
"Right..." - Pyro sighed hopelessly and looked around. Lasse departed to annoy somebody else. Jimmyjay86 and Big Jack were having a party somewhere near the remained part of the camp. This blasted firestorm almost killed them, but it didn't pissed them off. It always pleasant to watch after such chaos. It gives warm, pleasant feeling in one's heart... Pyro smiled, thinking about his most recent activety. There was such a sweet little planet, full of life and happiness. They live in their small eden and didn't care about the future. They thought that the whole universe is created for them. This people thought didn't want to look into the future... but than future came and nobody was ready. Pyro laughed grimly. It was even more easy than he thought. That world was consumed by flames of war. Peace was changed by merciless, meaningless, most bloody war from all... It was not the fault of the horsemen of appocalypse that this war started. That people wanted to kill, but they didn't know about it. Well, Pyro and his boys showed them a way. They simply hasted the process. Nothing more... When Pyro left that planet it looked like this "Earth". Small mutant... or goblin, how he was called by some persons, grinned and looked at hermit, consumed by his own blabings.
"So, mr. Follower, what are you doing here?"
Tall man looked at goblin grimly and whispered:
"I look after... I watch... I follow... and wait."
In the eyes of Pyro flashed at interest. He licked his lips with anticiptation. An interesting idea appeared in his head.
"Oh really, have you being here for a long time?" - Follower nodded quietly and Pyro continued - "Than you know something about this creatures... ghouls... and Killzig. What manner of creature is he? I sense great powers, whirling in him. I posses enough power on my own, but this guy... Do you know who is he?"
Follower laughed quietly and than answered:
"The right way to say what is he... He is simple ghoul... he was a simple ghoul. His blood is as red... or green... as blood of everyone" - he looked at Pyro with a light smile - "I heard a lot about you, horseman. It's a pity that you are little late."
"Yeah, yeah..." - Pyro grinned and looked around - "Does Killzig have enough power to fullfil any wish."
Follower looked at him and smiled:
"I don't know. He can create and destroy universes. Life's essence of any alive creature is in his hands... though his own life don't belong to him... His ways are mystery for me... and for himself. Madness and power pollute his mind and brain. Too much for simple mortal, I think..."
"But I don't think so..." - quiet words whispered from the nowhere. Pyro shuddered and looked around. The camp was quiet. Half of the people left it already. The others were gathering to start a hunt it... He could swear that he noticed well-known shadow of that blasted ghoul near... Killzig. He was near. Pyro even could hear the smell of his rotten flesh.
"So, you think I should look for this Lumberg..." - goblin stoped and looked around, looking for the hermit. Second ago he was standing near him, but now Pyro was alone. Even the stench of this hermit disappeared without a sign. Goblin cursed blasted world and came to his friends. This world began to annoy him with it's mysteries... but it's treasure were too tempting...
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"You will go after the running sun through the coldness of the mountains and hot breath of the sands. Big bear will greet you and will try to tear you apart, but in it's mouth you will find the treasure..." - Kashluk muttered the words of Killzig, heard not so long ago and smiled. Old ghoul looked quite normal sometimes, but it was only the cover. Mad rage was whirling under it... Kashluk could feel it but his own hairless skin.
The Wasteland was running in all directions with gray, lifeless scene. Mountains and radiation to the North and East, Lifeless desert and endless sands to the south. On the West were seen black dead waters of the ocean. Local dwellers tried to sell fish to somebody, but only tribals were happy to eat it. Normal people tried not eat to fish, full of radiation and biological toxins. In local waters was drown a whole arsenal of biological weaponry. Some genius decided that it will be better to throw it away, than allow somebody to use it... Kashluk shook his head and returned to reality. The past of this planet was so funny that he couldn't make himself to be serious. Every new detail of the surrounding was reminding him about human's foolishness.
Small group of travellers was coming to the East. The camp was left far away to the West and now only wailing of wind was reminding about grim reality of present situation. Sometimes the guardian noticed quick shadows of another travellers here and there. They were following them or roaming the wasteland on their own. Killzig gave this quest to many persons and every one of them wanted to finish it. The reward was good... The reward. The guardian smiled lightly. What did he want? What did he need? His smile disappeared and he thought about his homeland. Was it possible, that this ghoul could do everything?!
"If this is truth, than I'll do everything to find it... than may be he will be able to stop..." - he muttered to himself. His voice disappeared in the wailing of the wind. They were coming slowly to the East.
The memories of the recent meeting were fresh, though it looked like so stupid. This Killzig. He looked like kind wizard, who will make any wish true... if you'll be able to pay the cost. Kashluk stoped for a while to regain his breath and remembered again.
"What do you want in particular..." - familiar words were sounding in his head. In response he heard cold harsh words of this creature:
"You will go after the running sun through the coldness of the mountains and hot breath of the sands. Big bear will greet you and will try to tear you apart, but in it's mouth you will find the treasure..." - the wailing of the wind sounded so familiar to the cold lifeless voice of ghoul, that tall man shuddered. It was becoming cold. The weather was very uncertain thing in the desert. Hot and cold weather, rain and snow, storm and quiet day. It was changing very quickly and meaning of seasons remained only in human's history. There were no winter or summer any more...
The dark air of the tent was heavy. Unclear shadows were crawling in the corners and it looked like that they were not alone. Kashluk could swear that he saw someone's eyes in the darkness of the tent, but Killzig was calm, so he didn't complain too. The presence of this creature was making him uneasy... and this mad blabing was making the matter worse.
Kashluk and the guardian looked at each other and the confusion was seen on their faces. The words of Killzig were confusive for them...
"Allow me to help you..." - they heard the quiet whisper and turned around. After them into the tent entered quick, gracious creature and smiled cheerfully to them. The skin of this creature looked like ghoul's ones... but it didn't make him ugly. To tell the truth it was bringing some charm to him. Beatiful ghoul. It sounded funny, but when you were looking at him, you had to agree that he was beatiful...
"Flamescreen... Damn." - the guardian fell back into the depthes of the tent - "Watch after him, Kash. This bastard can send us into the burning pits of cursed mines of Vega II on our holidays... his tricks cost me a lot of troubles."
"Sorry, friends, but I think that you misunderstood me. I don't want to trick you. I simply want to make the words of Killzig more clear... He is giving you a good advice where you should look after this "Lumberg". Appreciate it. He has a great faith in you..."
The guardian looked at him with caution and than noded lightly. Flamescreen smiled again:
"Thank you for your trust. Though we had misunderstandings lately, I can asure you that now..."
"Make haste, Flamescreen, I don't have a whole day." - Killzig noticed quietly and looked out of the tent.
"Yes, yes..." - he answered quickly and looked around with confusion. Than he sighed deeply and said - "So, my old friend said that you would find it to the East. In the region of NCR... New California Republic... you are newcomers, so I suppose..."
"We know where is it. Do you have some more information? This is too confusive and unclear location."
Flamescreen shook his shoulders and sighed lightly:
"I am sorry, but I can't help you any more. Nobody said that it will be easy. Otherwise Killzig would find it on it's own. My advice is to look in local underground vaults or in the town. They have a lot of interesting stuff... Well, good luck."
"It looks like that we are searching for nothing..." - the guardian noticed grimly. He didn't like the idea, that they even didn't know what was that, that they were looking for. But he agreed anyway...
"We have little choice in this matter, pal." - Kashluk smiled - "It was Killzig's will that we joined the quest. It will be messy to leave it now... and the reward is too damn good." - he laughed cheerfully and looked at the other companions. Everybody was agree with him and laughed too. Even the guardian smiled lightly, though his thoughts were far away...
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"Follower... to follow... to watch..." - quiet muttering was heard in the air, but lonely raider didn't care about it. All this people and madmen on the remains of the camp. He didn't care about them. The ghouls, his main concern departed soon after the main amount of people... the camp disappeared and the wasteland was seen there now. Only black signs of the fire were reminding about the camp and the past. Everything else was usual for a common wastelands... Couple of people didn't departed yet, waiting for something, but raider didn't care about it...
"Boss... I did as you told me, boss..." - he whispered quietly into the air, listening the wailing of the wind. The sand was hissing lightly all around. Quiet blabing of people was disappearing in the silence of the sun set - "They didn't listen me. They didn't want to hear me..." - his anger was heard in his whisper, but he tried to hold it. The raider was listening for the response. Some could think that he was mad... but the strangest thing was that he heard the answer:
"You have done well, vVolf... I heard your argue with Killzig today. At least your tried to warn them. Now their destiny in their own hands..."
"They are all doomed..." - he muttered quietly. In response he heard quiet laugh:
"Yes, his own friends or my friends will find and kill them all... The reign of Haplo will start again. JohnPnP and many others... they will do their job... but as for you, you have done well. You may return to me..."
"As you wish... master..." - his whisper disappeared in the darkness. There were seen nobody all around. Suddenly from the shadow of nearby rock appeared grim figure:
"Blood... show will be changed into the slaughter for their masters..." - hermit muttered grimly and disappeared in the shadow again.
"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." - the words of the ghoul were whirling in the silence of the day. Dozens of eyes were looking after him... following his every word. This bunch of morons was ready to be sent into hell. Killzig smiled lightly... All was running as it was supposed to be. All was fine...
"The thing is called Lumberg..." - the echo of this words was travelling by the silent air among raiders and travellers among the camp. Nobody heard this thing and didn't care about it. The reward was promising a lot and it was enough for them...
"Loneberk..." - somebody muttered quietly and looked with fear at the ghoul, standing ahead. Tall figure in dirty hood didn't see bath for years(as many other in the wastes). The smell of dead geckos and brahmins was coming from him in all sides... His face was almost unseen under the cover of long dirty hairs and dusty skin. Only his eyes were gleaming grimly, when he was watching after the ghoul...
"Once again you started the mess, you can't finish... It will be your own death..." - he muttered quietly and turned back quickly. He tried to leave the camp, but suddenly somebody grabbed him.
"Hey, you. What the hell you doing here? Who are you?!" - this words were flying in his consciousness, but its meaning was escaping from him. The man was looking at this new person, who grabbed him. It was mutant... may be. BUT it was surely the strangest mutant he has ever seen. Some strange combination of deathclaw and frog... The man shuddered, but tried to relax and sighed deeply:
"Welcome to our devastated world, Lasse... it is an honour..."
"Shut your fucking mouth, moron. Answer my question or you'll find your sorry face in deepest pits of your own ass. Do you understand me?!"
Loud voice of this creature attracted a lot of attention. Some small mutant came to them quickly and looked at both of them.
"Lasse... it's your problem that that bitch didn't allow you to..." - this small fella said and grinned. Lasse released his victim and looked grimly at him.
"Pyro... I'll..." - he came closer to the mutant and rose his right arm which had power fist and was larger than his left one. Pyro didn't do anything and looked calmly at Lasse's victim.
"Are you okey, pal? My friend has a bad day." - he stopped for a while and looked at Lasse again - "Stop it already. I am tired of this shit. We have a rest now. There is no need to devastate or kill whatever you see."
Large creature growled something unpleasant and turned away to leave them alone, but than stoped for a while and said quietly:
"I joined this group to kill, to crush. If you have not enough steel for it, than I'll take care about it."
Pyro looked at the back of this creature and shook his head. This fella was too pushy and couldn't stop sometimes.
"You should think about consequences before crush something..." - he sighed deeply and helped man to stand up. Pyro looked at him and grinned. This person was in bad shape...
"Have you crawled from deathclaw's den or something?" - he asked and looked at him with interest. Man looked at his clothes and shook his shoulders:
"It doesn't matter. The things began to whirl again and blood will flow swiftly to haste the doom of this place..."
Pyro looked attentivly into the eyes of this person, but noticed no madness or foolishness there. This man was little simple, but not a fool... Hermit. Pyro smiled grimly and nodded to his own thoughts. This man was a hermit... his blabing could contain some useful information, but he had no time to solve his puzzles.
"What's your name, pal? I didn't think that hermits like to roam here."
A man looked at Pyro and sighed lightly:
"Name... Name me and I'll have a name. Watch after me and you'll get what you are looking for. I know everything. I look after everyone. I follow the events and even gods himself follow my advices... though they don't know it... name... my name is watcher... my name is follower... Follower I am. I am Follower..."
"Right..." - Pyro sighed hopelessly and looked around. Lasse departed to annoy somebody else. Jimmyjay86 and Big Jack were having a party somewhere near the remained part of the camp. This blasted firestorm almost killed them, but it didn't pissed them off. It always pleasant to watch after such chaos. It gives warm, pleasant feeling in one's heart... Pyro smiled, thinking about his most recent activety. There was such a sweet little planet, full of life and happiness. They live in their small eden and didn't care about the future. They thought that the whole universe is created for them. This people thought didn't want to look into the future... but than future came and nobody was ready. Pyro laughed grimly. It was even more easy than he thought. That world was consumed by flames of war. Peace was changed by merciless, meaningless, most bloody war from all... It was not the fault of the horsemen of appocalypse that this war started. That people wanted to kill, but they didn't know about it. Well, Pyro and his boys showed them a way. They simply hasted the process. Nothing more... When Pyro left that planet it looked like this "Earth". Small mutant... or goblin, how he was called by some persons, grinned and looked at hermit, consumed by his own blabings.
"So, mr. Follower, what are you doing here?"
Tall man looked at goblin grimly and whispered:
"I look after... I watch... I follow... and wait."
In the eyes of Pyro flashed at interest. He licked his lips with anticiptation. An interesting idea appeared in his head.
"Oh really, have you being here for a long time?" - Follower nodded quietly and Pyro continued - "Than you know something about this creatures... ghouls... and Killzig. What manner of creature is he? I sense great powers, whirling in him. I posses enough power on my own, but this guy... Do you know who is he?"
Follower laughed quietly and than answered:
"The right way to say what is he... He is simple ghoul... he was a simple ghoul. His blood is as red... or green... as blood of everyone" - he looked at Pyro with a light smile - "I heard a lot about you, horseman. It's a pity that you are little late."
"Yeah, yeah..." - Pyro grinned and looked around - "Does Killzig have enough power to fullfil any wish."
Follower looked at him and smiled:
"I don't know. He can create and destroy universes. Life's essence of any alive creature is in his hands... though his own life don't belong to him... His ways are mystery for me... and for himself. Madness and power pollute his mind and brain. Too much for simple mortal, I think..."
"But I don't think so..." - quiet words whispered from the nowhere. Pyro shuddered and looked around. The camp was quiet. Half of the people left it already. The others were gathering to start a hunt it... He could swear that he noticed well-known shadow of that blasted ghoul near... Killzig. He was near. Pyro even could hear the smell of his rotten flesh.
"So, you think I should look for this Lumberg..." - goblin stoped and looked around, looking for the hermit. Second ago he was standing near him, but now Pyro was alone. Even the stench of this hermit disappeared without a sign. Goblin cursed blasted world and came to his friends. This world began to annoy him with it's mysteries... but it's treasure were too tempting...
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"You will go after the running sun through the coldness of the mountains and hot breath of the sands. Big bear will greet you and will try to tear you apart, but in it's mouth you will find the treasure..." - Kashluk muttered the words of Killzig, heard not so long ago and smiled. Old ghoul looked quite normal sometimes, but it was only the cover. Mad rage was whirling under it... Kashluk could feel it but his own hairless skin.
The Wasteland was running in all directions with gray, lifeless scene. Mountains and radiation to the North and East, Lifeless desert and endless sands to the south. On the West were seen black dead waters of the ocean. Local dwellers tried to sell fish to somebody, but only tribals were happy to eat it. Normal people tried not eat to fish, full of radiation and biological toxins. In local waters was drown a whole arsenal of biological weaponry. Some genius decided that it will be better to throw it away, than allow somebody to use it... Kashluk shook his head and returned to reality. The past of this planet was so funny that he couldn't make himself to be serious. Every new detail of the surrounding was reminding him about human's foolishness.
Small group of travellers was coming to the East. The camp was left far away to the West and now only wailing of wind was reminding about grim reality of present situation. Sometimes the guardian noticed quick shadows of another travellers here and there. They were following them or roaming the wasteland on their own. Killzig gave this quest to many persons and every one of them wanted to finish it. The reward was good... The reward. The guardian smiled lightly. What did he want? What did he need? His smile disappeared and he thought about his homeland. Was it possible, that this ghoul could do everything?!
"If this is truth, than I'll do everything to find it... than may be he will be able to stop..." - he muttered to himself. His voice disappeared in the wailing of the wind. They were coming slowly to the East.
The memories of the recent meeting were fresh, though it looked like so stupid. This Killzig. He looked like kind wizard, who will make any wish true... if you'll be able to pay the cost. Kashluk stoped for a while to regain his breath and remembered again.
"What do you want in particular..." - familiar words were sounding in his head. In response he heard cold harsh words of this creature:
"You will go after the running sun through the coldness of the mountains and hot breath of the sands. Big bear will greet you and will try to tear you apart, but in it's mouth you will find the treasure..." - the wailing of the wind sounded so familiar to the cold lifeless voice of ghoul, that tall man shuddered. It was becoming cold. The weather was very uncertain thing in the desert. Hot and cold weather, rain and snow, storm and quiet day. It was changing very quickly and meaning of seasons remained only in human's history. There were no winter or summer any more...
The dark air of the tent was heavy. Unclear shadows were crawling in the corners and it looked like that they were not alone. Kashluk could swear that he saw someone's eyes in the darkness of the tent, but Killzig was calm, so he didn't complain too. The presence of this creature was making him uneasy... and this mad blabing was making the matter worse.
Kashluk and the guardian looked at each other and the confusion was seen on their faces. The words of Killzig were confusive for them...
"Allow me to help you..." - they heard the quiet whisper and turned around. After them into the tent entered quick, gracious creature and smiled cheerfully to them. The skin of this creature looked like ghoul's ones... but it didn't make him ugly. To tell the truth it was bringing some charm to him. Beatiful ghoul. It sounded funny, but when you were looking at him, you had to agree that he was beatiful...
"Flamescreen... Damn." - the guardian fell back into the depthes of the tent - "Watch after him, Kash. This bastard can send us into the burning pits of cursed mines of Vega II on our holidays... his tricks cost me a lot of troubles."
"Sorry, friends, but I think that you misunderstood me. I don't want to trick you. I simply want to make the words of Killzig more clear... He is giving you a good advice where you should look after this "Lumberg". Appreciate it. He has a great faith in you..."
The guardian looked at him with caution and than noded lightly. Flamescreen smiled again:
"Thank you for your trust. Though we had misunderstandings lately, I can asure you that now..."
"Make haste, Flamescreen, I don't have a whole day." - Killzig noticed quietly and looked out of the tent.
"Yes, yes..." - he answered quickly and looked around with confusion. Than he sighed deeply and said - "So, my old friend said that you would find it to the East. In the region of NCR... New California Republic... you are newcomers, so I suppose..."
"We know where is it. Do you have some more information? This is too confusive and unclear location."
Flamescreen shook his shoulders and sighed lightly:
"I am sorry, but I can't help you any more. Nobody said that it will be easy. Otherwise Killzig would find it on it's own. My advice is to look in local underground vaults or in the town. They have a lot of interesting stuff... Well, good luck."
"It looks like that we are searching for nothing..." - the guardian noticed grimly. He didn't like the idea, that they even didn't know what was that, that they were looking for. But he agreed anyway...
"We have little choice in this matter, pal." - Kashluk smiled - "It was Killzig's will that we joined the quest. It will be messy to leave it now... and the reward is too damn good." - he laughed cheerfully and looked at the other companions. Everybody was agree with him and laughed too. Even the guardian smiled lightly, though his thoughts were far away...
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"Follower... to follow... to watch..." - quiet muttering was heard in the air, but lonely raider didn't care about it. All this people and madmen on the remains of the camp. He didn't care about them. The ghouls, his main concern departed soon after the main amount of people... the camp disappeared and the wasteland was seen there now. Only black signs of the fire were reminding about the camp and the past. Everything else was usual for a common wastelands... Couple of people didn't departed yet, waiting for something, but raider didn't care about it...
"Boss... I did as you told me, boss..." - he whispered quietly into the air, listening the wailing of the wind. The sand was hissing lightly all around. Quiet blabing of people was disappearing in the silence of the sun set - "They didn't listen me. They didn't want to hear me..." - his anger was heard in his whisper, but he tried to hold it. The raider was listening for the response. Some could think that he was mad... but the strangest thing was that he heard the answer:
"You have done well, vVolf... I heard your argue with Killzig today. At least your tried to warn them. Now their destiny in their own hands..."
"They are all doomed..." - he muttered quietly. In response he heard quiet laugh:
"Yes, his own friends or my friends will find and kill them all... The reign of Haplo will start again. JohnPnP and many others... they will do their job... but as for you, you have done well. You may return to me..."
"As you wish... master..." - his whisper disappeared in the darkness. There were seen nobody all around. Suddenly from the shadow of nearby rock appeared grim figure:
"Blood... show will be changed into the slaughter for their masters..." - hermit muttered grimly and disappeared in the shadow again.
World of FO is coming... too fast for my liking
