Untitled Fallout 3 Fanfiction
Posted: Tue Apr 06, 2010 3:23 am
Uh, here's my fan-fiction. I changed some of the names that were used in the game to protect their anonymity. I might change the names. I'm not sure whether to continue or not. I hope you like it though and feel free to post your criticisms and stuff.
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In the world of “Fallout 3,� there lived a man whom wandered the lovely East Coast in the hopes of finding his father, a noble cause indeed. This man was named “Stephanie.� Stephanie once had a home and stuff.
Once Stephanie stepped from the forever-sealed vault of his childhood and into a new landscape, a piercing light blinded him. Quickly he shielded his eyes, but in just mere seconds, his eyes had adopted this new perspective. Stephanie looked out onto an endless landscape, alone, rejected from everything he once knew to search for someone who had often been an enigma throughout his past. But what quickly overcame Stephanie was the feeling of awe, of opportunity!
Stephanie merrily skipped to the town of Bombsville after curiously searching through well-preserved mailboxes. Stephanie was surprised when the little robot guy greeted him and allowed entrance into the Bombsville.
Stephanie met Officer Shirley at the entrance, he talked about the bomb that the town was built around and how it needed to be disarmed and all but Stephanie was too thirsty to be bothered by such. Stephanie stepped into McJager's Awesome Saloon. What a dump!
Stephanie's head bobbled as he headed to the little bar area. In the corner of his eye he saw a curious-looking man in the corner, waving over to him. Stephanie walked up to the shady-looking guy. The shady-looking guy quickly introduced himself. “Mr. Boss is the name. Would you like a drink?�
Stephanie didn't like the looks of this guy. “I have quite the proposition for an intellectual mollusk quite like yourself.�
Stephanie scratched his head.
“I can see you are curious, but let me just tell you what the job entitles. I need you to--�
“No thanks! I got's to find my Dad.� Stephanie ventured back to the bar.
A ghoulish character by the name of Jake came over. “What is it that you need?�
Stephanie quickly answered, “I need to find my Dad.� Confused, Jake just handed the kid a bottle of Coke-Cola. Stephanie drank it all up. Gee, that was good! Later, Stephanie talked to McJaugwerty if he saw his dad around. The guy said he did and offered to help with the expense of a few hundred bottle caps (that's the currency.) Stephanie asked McMackey is there were any alternatives, McMajerky told Stephanie about a hooker with medicinal problems.
Stephanie jogged over to the hooker's house which lied (laid?) just outside of Bombsville. Stephanie knocked on the door, but there was no answer. Instead of barging in like a gentleman, Stephanie decided to go adventuring in the meantime.
Stephanie found a little school that was nearby and decided to have a quick gander. Our curious hero went inside. The place looked crummy, but it could've been worse. There could be BANG! Stephanie turned around. There was a raider standing there with a little gun, firing away at his head. (Stephanie's head.) Stephanie, knowing that he had no chance, his behind a desk. The raider searched about. The raider went through the rows of knocked-over desks. Stephanie's head, who was just peaking out of the desk began to sweat. Soon as the raider drew closer, Stephanie blinded him with his Pip-boy light. The raider was stumbling about, blinded. Stephanie grabbed his gun and made for the hills.
After that escapade, Stephanie went back to the little house where the hooker laid. Stephanie knocked on the door. He was dead tired now. Still no one answered. This made Stephanie mad. He went insdie anyway, since the door was unlocked.
Once he was inside, the hooker walked up to him. “Hey, kid. Whatcha you thinkin'. Did McNasty Burger send you?�
Stephanie didn't know how to answer. His dad never taught him how to talk to women. He quickly scrambled for an answer, “Uh... no.�
“Oh really?� The hooker stared Stephanie straight into his eyes. “Do you take me for a fucking fool?!�
Yeesh. Stephanie did not tolerate false language. “Um. Can you not do that�
“Do what?� The hooker changed her tone, “Cuss?� She teased.
“Y-yes.� Stephanie began to stutter. He said some other things, but he wasn't sure what he was trying to say, or if he said them at all.
The hooker looked up at him, “You're not from around here? Are you?�
Stephanie didn't know how to answer.
“What's your name?� Suddenly she seemed much more friendly, “I'm Starshine.�
“Is that your hooker name?� Stephanie asked.
Starshine chuckled and gently nodded her head. “Here, sit down.� She positioned Stephanie towards the little chair next to him. Stephanie slowly sat down, trying to ignore the rips and tears and stains that make up the piece of furniture.
He could he hear Starshine in the weed area with the sound of pots and pans being shoved about.
Starshine came back with a bowl of... something on top of a wooden tray. She sat it on Stephanie's lap. Stephanie looked down at the bowl as if it foretold the future. Starshine handed him a fork. Stephanie looked up at his host with a face that said, “What I'm supposed to eat this.� He looked down again, for a slight second he thought he saw something squirm about within the yellow paste.
Stephanie moved his eyes back up. Starshine sat in an opposing chair, her eyes glued on him. She seemed okay, sort-of but looking at her made Stephanie feel depressed. She wasn't unattractive, perhaps she was pretty is some way, but you could tell she was some sort of junkie if you looked at her. Just thinking that made Stephanie feel terrible.
“I didn't get your name.� She said.
Stephanie wondered if he should make something up, “Stephanie, ma'am.�
“Stephen?� Close enough. She could tell that Stephanie was a bit uncomfortable.
After a while, Stephanie left. He didn't hassle Starshine for the money, because she didn't have it. He walked back outside, feeling a bit bad about himself though. He went back to tell McSnappy. “Oh that is too bad.� He said with his Irish accent. “But I need those caps.�
And Stephanie needed information so he went about the town, looking for ways to earn some dough. He finally came across a place called “Bomb-shelter Wares.� Once inside, he was immediately bombarded by questions from the place's owner, Missy Pissy.
“Why HELLO there.� Jesus Christ. “Are you the one from the vault? Oh excellent! What's it like? Look, I need you to do some stuff for me so I can do some other stuff? Is that okay, good! Now I need you to go to the Ultra-Mart down the street and pick-up some milk and some pills. I'm OUTTA pills. There's some bottle caps for you. It's all in the name of SCIENCE!�
So Stephanie was on his way to the Ultra-Mart...
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In the world of “Fallout 3,� there lived a man whom wandered the lovely East Coast in the hopes of finding his father, a noble cause indeed. This man was named “Stephanie.� Stephanie once had a home and stuff.
Once Stephanie stepped from the forever-sealed vault of his childhood and into a new landscape, a piercing light blinded him. Quickly he shielded his eyes, but in just mere seconds, his eyes had adopted this new perspective. Stephanie looked out onto an endless landscape, alone, rejected from everything he once knew to search for someone who had often been an enigma throughout his past. But what quickly overcame Stephanie was the feeling of awe, of opportunity!
Stephanie merrily skipped to the town of Bombsville after curiously searching through well-preserved mailboxes. Stephanie was surprised when the little robot guy greeted him and allowed entrance into the Bombsville.
Stephanie met Officer Shirley at the entrance, he talked about the bomb that the town was built around and how it needed to be disarmed and all but Stephanie was too thirsty to be bothered by such. Stephanie stepped into McJager's Awesome Saloon. What a dump!
Stephanie's head bobbled as he headed to the little bar area. In the corner of his eye he saw a curious-looking man in the corner, waving over to him. Stephanie walked up to the shady-looking guy. The shady-looking guy quickly introduced himself. “Mr. Boss is the name. Would you like a drink?�
Stephanie didn't like the looks of this guy. “I have quite the proposition for an intellectual mollusk quite like yourself.�
Stephanie scratched his head.
“I can see you are curious, but let me just tell you what the job entitles. I need you to--�
“No thanks! I got's to find my Dad.� Stephanie ventured back to the bar.
A ghoulish character by the name of Jake came over. “What is it that you need?�
Stephanie quickly answered, “I need to find my Dad.� Confused, Jake just handed the kid a bottle of Coke-Cola. Stephanie drank it all up. Gee, that was good! Later, Stephanie talked to McJaugwerty if he saw his dad around. The guy said he did and offered to help with the expense of a few hundred bottle caps (that's the currency.) Stephanie asked McMackey is there were any alternatives, McMajerky told Stephanie about a hooker with medicinal problems.
Stephanie jogged over to the hooker's house which lied (laid?) just outside of Bombsville. Stephanie knocked on the door, but there was no answer. Instead of barging in like a gentleman, Stephanie decided to go adventuring in the meantime.
Stephanie found a little school that was nearby and decided to have a quick gander. Our curious hero went inside. The place looked crummy, but it could've been worse. There could be BANG! Stephanie turned around. There was a raider standing there with a little gun, firing away at his head. (Stephanie's head.) Stephanie, knowing that he had no chance, his behind a desk. The raider searched about. The raider went through the rows of knocked-over desks. Stephanie's head, who was just peaking out of the desk began to sweat. Soon as the raider drew closer, Stephanie blinded him with his Pip-boy light. The raider was stumbling about, blinded. Stephanie grabbed his gun and made for the hills.
After that escapade, Stephanie went back to the little house where the hooker laid. Stephanie knocked on the door. He was dead tired now. Still no one answered. This made Stephanie mad. He went insdie anyway, since the door was unlocked.
Once he was inside, the hooker walked up to him. “Hey, kid. Whatcha you thinkin'. Did McNasty Burger send you?�
Stephanie didn't know how to answer. His dad never taught him how to talk to women. He quickly scrambled for an answer, “Uh... no.�
“Oh really?� The hooker stared Stephanie straight into his eyes. “Do you take me for a fucking fool?!�
Yeesh. Stephanie did not tolerate false language. “Um. Can you not do that�
“Do what?� The hooker changed her tone, “Cuss?� She teased.
“Y-yes.� Stephanie began to stutter. He said some other things, but he wasn't sure what he was trying to say, or if he said them at all.
The hooker looked up at him, “You're not from around here? Are you?�
Stephanie didn't know how to answer.
“What's your name?� Suddenly she seemed much more friendly, “I'm Starshine.�
“Is that your hooker name?� Stephanie asked.
Starshine chuckled and gently nodded her head. “Here, sit down.� She positioned Stephanie towards the little chair next to him. Stephanie slowly sat down, trying to ignore the rips and tears and stains that make up the piece of furniture.
He could he hear Starshine in the weed area with the sound of pots and pans being shoved about.
Starshine came back with a bowl of... something on top of a wooden tray. She sat it on Stephanie's lap. Stephanie looked down at the bowl as if it foretold the future. Starshine handed him a fork. Stephanie looked up at his host with a face that said, “What I'm supposed to eat this.� He looked down again, for a slight second he thought he saw something squirm about within the yellow paste.
Stephanie moved his eyes back up. Starshine sat in an opposing chair, her eyes glued on him. She seemed okay, sort-of but looking at her made Stephanie feel depressed. She wasn't unattractive, perhaps she was pretty is some way, but you could tell she was some sort of junkie if you looked at her. Just thinking that made Stephanie feel terrible.
“I didn't get your name.� She said.
Stephanie wondered if he should make something up, “Stephanie, ma'am.�
“Stephen?� Close enough. She could tell that Stephanie was a bit uncomfortable.
After a while, Stephanie left. He didn't hassle Starshine for the money, because she didn't have it. He walked back outside, feeling a bit bad about himself though. He went back to tell McSnappy. “Oh that is too bad.� He said with his Irish accent. “But I need those caps.�
And Stephanie needed information so he went about the town, looking for ways to earn some dough. He finally came across a place called “Bomb-shelter Wares.� Once inside, he was immediately bombarded by questions from the place's owner, Missy Pissy.
“Why HELLO there.� Jesus Christ. “Are you the one from the vault? Oh excellent! What's it like? Look, I need you to do some stuff for me so I can do some other stuff? Is that okay, good! Now I need you to go to the Ultra-Mart down the street and pick-up some milk and some pills. I'm OUTTA pills. There's some bottle caps for you. It's all in the name of SCIENCE!�
So Stephanie was on his way to the Ultra-Mart...