>Be me >31 year old degenerate >United States Auxiliary Corp. >Computer Assembly and Software Repair. >Corporal for the last seven years >Unhealthy >4 kids >A wife that doesn't like me because I cheat on her with widows who want kids >Why the fuck is she complaining >Almost every woman is a widow nowadays >I have a group of friends who have play the same stupid game of DnD for the last five years >Who the fuck likes DnD? >A boss who is too stupid to notice that I’m slacking off and stealing parts >A self acknowledged case of cowardice >and a job where I sleep half the time i’m clocked in >My name is Paul Sheppard >And I’m a computer mechanic and and software engineer >I steal computer parts and sell them for ration cards >mfw I’m my boss’s favorite employee >mfw I’ve been fucking my boss’s daughter for the last two years >mfw She just turned twenty
>Get called into my supervisor’s office >Maybe he checked the cameras for a change and saw I was stealing >I seriously doubt it >"You're getting a promotion. >Get your personal belongings ready. >You're going to be moved to regional command immediately." >helllyeah.pipboy >”My wife is going to be happy to get out of here, she’s always wanted to transfer to a bigger facility.” >”You can’t take her with you.” >wot.vaultboy >”What do you mean?” >”Orders are to have you and you alone get ready to leave tonight.” >"What's the job?" >"I don’t know, I was told not to ask questions… It was a couple of spooks, everything is being kept off the books.” >”Oh fuck.”
>Wife was not happy >No one else was either >But to be perfectly honest >I won’t have to hear their shit >Especially not out of the pregnant widows >Plus, nobody but the autistic robotic engineer was happy at the thrown together going away party >Don’t get me mixed up with someone else >I’m not a fucking Grognak the Barbarian type guy >It's just that this is a low threat level outpost >Everyone here is either a widow, an old man, or a child >I’m one of the ten men in this facility between the ages of 18 and 40 >I’m not a fat fuck like my friends or a anti-social cunt like the other few younger men >In fact it's frowned upon not to have children if you're a childbearing aged woman >I’m just doing what I can for my country >Who am I kidding >It’s just great to be an American
> be me > Oc greentext got me hooked > Waiting for end of story > Op leaves me hanging... > FML
Ryan Davis
>That night, after the party died and I said my goodbyes >I made my way over to the helipad and to my surprise I was greeted by a gunship instead of a VB class transport >And a squad of spooks >You can always tell a spook by his beret >Secret Service Agents >Mostly it's just the combination of all special operation units and prewar government agencies like the CIA, FBI, and Homeland Security with the Secret Service >But everyone knows to distance yourself from Spooks >Even if they’re just the special operations units who are just deep cover grunts >I actually read a book by an anonymous Secret Service agent talking about his time from graduation until after his entire squad was killed >It must be the drugs and implants that keep him going >Wait >Aren’t they giving me those drugs?
>For the first time the bird wasn’t filled to the brim with supplies or other transferees >Granted I’ve only rode a dozen vertibirds >I didn’t stay awake long but I do remember the ride being irregularly smooth >The entire time I feel like the Spooks were staring at me >Analyzing me >Not a word out of them >Get to Denver >Hop out the vertibird with my duffle bag and basic utilities >Kid in a cadet uniform runs up, salutes me, and takes my bag >"Hello sir! I will be your assistant, sir!" >wot.nuka >I get a fucking assistant >Hell yeah >Spoiler, more like the kid who would bring me my homework >Fuck that kid
No idea where it's going but I am genuinely hooked. Hope op continues.
Alexander Martinez
>I'm not being promoted >I'm being fucking transferred from Auxiliary Corp to the SECRET FUCKING SERVICE >Apparently after the victory in Nevada they need more agents and I fit bill >I'm getting paid double, i'm a 2nd Lieutenant, and I get my own room/office >This is fucking cool >The base commander is cool as hell too >He's apparently one of the vault dwellers from the Nebraskan vaults we liberated >I heard from the cadet that at he drinks everyone else under the table >Says that I will be undergoing tests soon to see if I'm up to par with the specific standards >Even if I don't pass I'll be an agent >Just won't go on the mission they want me for >My office has a twin bed, a desk, and a mini-fridge stocked with cola >I’m living the dream
>Test was me taking a blood sample and pissing in a cup >Did a few pushups and ran a mile >They said to go back to my quarters and that they would bring me some paperwork to do >I don't really understand what sort of test that was >I know I'm above average for my age >way above average compared to the fatties in the aux corp >Is that really all I have to do for the Secret Service >They said they will have more stuff to do for me in the future >I’m gonna try and figure out what missions they’ll have me on >Maybe I’ll just be a computer technician for a politician >Everyone knows the secret service beret gets panties to drop
>Passed the test >It was just a formality apparently >The "special" mission I was recruited for is the escort of a personnel asset from Arizona to Chicago headquarters. >Gotta say, not liking the feeling of this but the base commander says that I'll be safe >"You're just there to watch his back." >I'm getting paid double, how can I complain? >I’ll be leaving the base in two months to meet with the asset >Base commander told me that I need to keep a log of whatever I do from now until the asset has been escorted >From now on I have to log everything in my pipboy >They gave me a pipboy
I wrote the screen capped greentext last year, I'm writing a sequel to it now. >Log 1 >So in the middle of the fucking night >I got dragged out of my bed by two MPs into an interrogator’s office >I spent upwards of three hours sitting naked in the dark >He asked about whether or not I have ever been propositioned by known terrorist groups and other random shit >”Do you know anything about the life or whereabouts of the former president and traitor John Henry Eden?” >”Do you know the location of any Brotherhood or Institute spies?” >What the fuck is the Institute >”How many children have you fathered?” >”Where is the original copy of the Grognak the Barbarian issue one?” >Ok not that last one but I literally spent three hours in a chair surrounded by MPs >Thought I was about to be the introduction to one of those gay porno holotapes >After they finished they escorted me out >Gave me my clothes >And said that it was all apart of the training >What the fuck is this shit >Broke Back Vault boy?
>I thought that was the end of it but no >As soon as I got back to my office I was stopped by a sergeant and lead outside to start my “Elite Physical Training” >I collapsed two hours in >I don’t really remember how i got back to my office but when I woke up there was a young and very pretty civilian waiting for me to wake up
>Log 2. >Fuck that stupid bitch >I thought I was gonna be visited by a nurse because I passed out >No >Not even close >She’s going to be my tutor >Not only is she going to my tutor >She is going to be my handler during my “training” >Now that second part sounds good right? >Not in the fucking slightest >She’s going to wake me up and make sure I do everything my superiors want me to >As my handler she has authority to have me arrested, beaten, or shot. >She made that clear when I told her that I outrank her
>She asked if I was tired or sore from the night before >I said yes >Because you know I’m fucking exhausted >Thought I was gonna get a quickie >But no >She didn’t let me go back to sleep >Didn’t let me go to a doctor >Didn’t even give me a glass of water >She stabbed me with a fucking syringe >My initial reaction was turned from the urge to hate fuck this whore into a few seconds of absolute bliss >I didn’t feel any soreness or even tired anymore >In fact I felt like I was completely awake but what in the fuck >What in the fuck is this shit >I didn’t know they’d start pumping me full of drugs and making me stay up twenty three hours a day >No joke >This stupid bitch gave me a schedule >I’m allowed one hour of rec or sleep. >I fucking hate my job
>Log 7 >Wake up >Eat 15 minutes >Study 6 hours >Check up in infirmary 15 minutes >Combat Simulations 3 hours >Eat 15 minutes >Interrogation and Intelligence Briefing 1 hours >Combat Training 5 hours >Eat 15 minutes >EPT 7 hours >Sleep 1 hour >Repeat
>I’ve almost gotten used to the sleep schedule >But every morning >Whether I feel tired or not >That stupid bitch sticks me with that needle >Yesterday I broke my finger in combat training and I woke up this morning and its almost completely healed >The bitch says that I was in the infirmary >They did a surgery >And I just forgot because of the drugs >But I know I didn’t have a surgery done >They’re putting something in that god damn syringe >The interrogation sessions feel like they’re getting shorter but I know for a fact they’re still an hour
Are you guys enjoying the current greentext or should i just post screencaps of the last one?
>I think that weirdo is doing some hypnosis shit on me >They keep asking the same questions >Like they ask about what my father was like >When I tell them I didn’t know him they just act like they didn’t ask it >Then they ask if I’m affiliated with the Edenists >When I say no they flip to ask what I know about Peter Richardson >I tell them I met him one time when his ride ride back to base was refueling >We talked about robot memory drives and how you can temporarily use a computer memory drive to bring the robot online for a hardware damage diagnosis >They ask if I know anything about our new allies, The Legion >I tell them no
>I don’t know what they want me to say >The interrogator hasn’t laid a finger on me but I feel intimidated >I don’t get it >But after the interrogation is over he starts telling me shit that “I need to know” >He explains the same thing >Every goddamn day >”Within our temporarily leaderless government there is a sect of senators and representatives we have designated as Edenists. >We believe they are forming an attempt to coup our government. >They follow the ideals of the now dead traitor and have begun to advocate for a return to isolationism, due to our now open alliance with the Legion. >If you are ever propositioned by an Edenist you are to report to the nearest commanding officer. >If you believe an officer to be a an edenist spy you are required. >As a United States Secret Service agent, to capture and escort said officer to the nearest detention area. >If you are attacked or an officer is attacked by someone you believe to be an Edenist spy you are to kill them on sight. >Do you understand?” >Every night its the same >They tell me about the Edenists >Then they tell me that our alliance with the Legion is what keeps them from trying to seize power >etc etc etc
>Am I gonna be fucking killing people? >I’ve never killed anyone >I’ve only shot at someone one time >And that was because it was a fucking mutant that had crawled over our fence and attacked a robot >Other than that I’ve never attacked anyone >Killing other Americans is even worse >I don’t know if I can do it
>Log 29 >It’s been like a month since I started the logs and shit is smoothed out now >I looked in the mirror this morning and I look like I’m barely twenty >I don’t know what they’ve done to me but I know for a fact that it’s working >My departure has been pushed up to a week from today >My handler tells me that I’ll be going into surgery in a few hours so I decided to go ahead and get this log out of the way >Also fuck the base commander >He isn’t telling me shit about the mission >And he mislead me >I thought I’d have an easy job behind a desk >Nah >From the shit they’re having me do I think I’ll be put in the field >They already have my kit for the mission put together >They’re setting me up to take on a Brotherhood chapter
>Log 31 >”We went ahead and implanted more than a few things that will make sure you stay alive in the field.” >She was cute, but stupid as shit >”First we have your tracking device which is exactly what it sounds like. Next we have an adrenaline pacer which will activate if you start to panic. It will keep you calm and keep you from blacking out.” >She goes on for a few minutes explaining how it works >I of course don’t know what the fuck she’s on about >”Next we need to talk about the lung expansion. For the next few days you can’t eat too much okay?” >Lung expansion? >Whatthefuck.txt
Help me Help me Help Me Help me! Shut the fuck up tranny before I come back on a vpn.
>”What’s the lung expansion thing?” >The nurse pauses to look at her papers then back to me >”It’s for holding your breath and stuff, so you don’t hyperventilate or um, stuff like that? I really don’t know all that much, they just told me to tell you this stuff.” >She pointed to her papers and gave me an awkward smile >This bitch has no more of an idea about this shit than I do >Mother fuckers >GodBlessAmerica.png
>I spent the next ten minutes chatting her up before she told me it was time for me to leave and go back on my schedule >I’m gonna fuck this dumb bitch before it's all over with >”Wow you do really look like him, especially with the glasses on.” >”Look like who?” >”Mr. Sheppard we need to get a move on to EPT, Becky you need to get back to work on those xray reports, now.” >Before I could say anything my handler escorted me out of the room and down the hallway >I seriously want to smack this insolent bitch
>Log 36 >Last day at regional command >I haven’t done anything all day except eat, drink, and have indefinite rec time >It isn’t as much of a going away party as it is me getting special treatment because this is my last day here >I did finally fuck that nurse >I don’t even care that she’s married >I don’t give a damn >Mostly because he’s not on base >But still >I don’t give a fuck >Well >I guess you could say I do give atleast one fuck >shiteatinggrin.jpeg
>I was getting my duffle bag ready when my handler burst into my office and told me to come to the interrogator’s office >This shit again >Fuckme.pip >Walk halfway across the base and sit in the same old cold as fuck chair >Its old Major Axel again with his glass of water >”Time for your final mission briefing Mr. Sheppard.” >”I’ve been coming here for mission briefings for the last five weeks?” >The interrogator was about to say something but paused >hugeshiteatinggrin.txt >”Good point, well, let's get started.”
>”Do you know who Conrad Torvo or Augustus Vulpe are?” >”I heard about them, weren’t they the ones with Captain Richardson in Nevada?” >”Yes, yes they were. The person you’re escorting will be Conrad Torvo, an Enclave Grunt Operations Robot, and… THE Deathclaw.” >”What?” >”I know that’s a lot to take in, but you have to understand that Augustus Vulpe is one of the most powerful men in the Legion now, getting him on our good side can lead to a stronger alliance.” >”No no, I could have guessed that much. I thought that THE Deathclaw would have been sent to our scientists or something. That thing is a fucking legend-” >”It was in one of our facilities, but it caused uh.. Complications with other subjects and we deferred to Mr. Torvo to pacify and control it.” >”Complications?” >”Suffice to say that after an altercation with other subjects, we will be having to find more deathclaws.” >”It killed them?” >”All of them.” >”Oh.”
>”Our navigational experts have determined that you will have to travel fifty miles through possibly hostile Brotherhood territory.” >He stopped to pick up a glass of water >Take a drink >And put it back down >”While travelling through this territory you are to be wearing your civilian set of clothes. If a stranger asks who you are affiliated with, you will answer that you are apart of a traveling circus from Arizona.” >”A circus?” >”How else do you expect to explain a Deathclaw?”
>”When you arrive at Chicago you will meet a Commander John T. Speaker, he will most likely be confused by your arrival. >You will tell him NOTHING, only that you are on official Secret Service business under my command and that if he has any issues he can contact General Howard. >Conrad will want you to come with him further east, you will do so without a second thought and follow his lead. Do you understand?” >Got a sneaking suspicion that I wont be behind a desk
>”One question.” >”Okay, what is it?” >”Why?” >He was about to say something >Then he gulped and looked at the floor >He looked back up and signalled the MPs to leave >I watched them both leave the room and the man briefing me tapped a button on his wrist watch and leaned forward. >”Don’t worry I was just deactivating the recording…” >”Tell me, Mr. Sheppard, do you believe in the supernatural?” >”I um, maybe?” >No not really
>For a solid ten minutes I’m sitting here with my balls frozen on the chair as Major Axel rants about how the great war spawned superhumans >I doubt I’ll be getting a deskjob >”First it was a vault dweller down in the middle of nowhere that came out looking for a water chip. He ended up destroying an entire army of FEV Generation 1 Super Mutants, pretty much alone. >Then it was a savage from somewhere in California who went looking for a GECK. He ended up blowing up the rig and killing… thousands of us, almost SINGLE handedly.” >He paused to hold his composure >”Then in Washington, a vault dweller came out looking for his dad or something… and as me and you both know, he slaughtered us. Brought havoc upon us when we had the Brotherhood in a choke hold. I was there god dammit. I saw that son of a bitch, right under that-” >He stopped himself from going on >He took a long breath and closed his eyes >”At almost every turn it looked like something unnatural would appear and do the impossible. Then there’s our own unnatural entity.” >”Conrad?” >He laughed >”I’m not sure if it was Conrad or Peter, or maybe even Augustus that was the anomaly.” >He opened his eyes and leaned closer >”But I know there was one.” >He jumped up from his chair and paced around the table to me >”Do you know the real story of what happened?” >”I don’t think I do.” >”I’ll tell you.” >I don’t think I really want to know >”Isn’t this stuff classified?” >”Not really.” >Fuck
Bump the thread I only have a few pages of pre-written text left, I'm gonna have to free hand it.
>”Peter Richardson was sent to New Vegas because we wanted to find out how bad things were going for the Legion, maybe even try to help out. >But In a matter of six months Peter SINGLE HANDEDLY began a turn of events that lead to our annexation of the entire territory and the alliance with the Legion. >One man who single handedly clashed with the tides of history and won.” >He stopped to return to his chair. >”I do think it was Peter, the man did things we never expected, not even from an agent with his record.” >”The captain was a Secret Service Agent?” >”Uh yeah, he was one of the few that was pulled into the program right after graduation, him and his entire squad actually… >Damn shame what happened to them. Well we told people he was in the auxiliary corp because it’s good for morale. >Plus he was a great officer and one hell of a robotics engineer, so it fit.” >He picked up the glass of water and drank it all down. >”Some of my peers disagree, some think I’m a little crazy,” >I wonder why >”but I know for a fact that something completely unnatural happened, and it changed history for the better. >I want to follow these events, work off our blessings instead of forget them. >The reason I’m sending you is because if I’m wrong, Conrad is gonna need all the help he can get. All it takes is a butterfly to bring the storm.”
>”Why not throw him on a vertibird?” >”Three reasons, one we need boots on the ground so we know at least a little bit about the territories you’ll be traveling through. >Two, I already called in a lot of favors and made a lot of promises to get you trained and sent with him. >Three, every vertibird we have is being used, either for our expansion into the rockies or for keeping the NCR at bay.” >”Is the war with NCR really as serious as people say?”
5 minute bump, we waiting with baited breath Yea Forumsro!
Dylan Bailey
>”They’ve mobilized their entire military to try and fight us, what little airforce they had was destroyed in the first few months but now it’s a gutter war and they have the manpower that we don’t. >The Legion has taken the brunt of the attacks but every so often they’ll hit one of our advisors.” >”Are we losing?” >He chuckled and shook his head >”We’re spread thin but with the Legion backing us it’s already over for the NCR. >A few raids on the border with death squads to cut off support and we’ll be able to capture or kill thousands of NCR soldiers. >In Flagstaff you’ll actually get to see the first fully Enclave trained and equipped battalion of Legion troops. It’ll be one hell of a show of force.” >”I’m going to Flagstaff?”
>Log 37 Flagstaff >April 5th 2283 >The one thing about vertibirds that I always dislike is the rough landings. >Especially on the older or refitted ones >They’re made as a combat deployment vehicle >So that means quick landing and quick liftoff >They aren’t however made to be comfortable for landings >Which makes sense >For a transport vertibird, ten people is usually the optimal amount >You can fit fifteen comfortably. >But I was in neither situation >Thirty one men on the bird >Major Axel wasn’t kidding >We’re spread thin on vertibirds and ever since Navarro was destroyed we haven’t been able manufacture anymore. >I heard from a VB engineer that a Secret Service squad was actually deployed behind NCR lines to steal a half a dozen prewar VB-02s. >I’m guessing the only reason I rode alone on the bird to Denver was because it was passing over to make a military operation or returning from one
>Enclave Auxiliary Corp has rebuilt a prewar township that sits just north of Flagstaff called Narrows >The politicians will tell people that it’s a project to help rebuild prewar cities >While we are, in fact, doing that >I know because I’ve seen them >That’s not what Narrows is
Lets just point out these fucking gets with less than 30 replies
Angel Walker
Sorry user but I have no idea what you are on about. If you mean my apparent lack of posting on the mighty Chan I am happy to explain AFTER op has finished. Do not wish to hijack his thread, that would be ill mannered.
>Everyone in the Enclave knows what it really is >Its a military base and bootcamp for the Legion >It’ll be two years this August that we annexed Vegas and created the Legion-Enclave alliance >Everyone thought that we’d either end up killing the Legion by now or they would try killing us >But it turns out that the blood of our hero melded a strong bond with the Legion >Their leader has even agreed to sell us surplus slaves at a very high discount >Propaganda on the radio tells us that we’ve bought and freed five thousand slaves already >Mostly children and vault dwellers >While that part is true >They leave out the sweetest part >We’ve bought NCR and Brotherhood slaves from the Legion >Hundreds >And freedom for those criminals is the last thought on our mind.
>Get out of the vertibird with my duffle bag in one hand and my travel backpack in the other >I had been the last one out of the Vertibird because I was sorting through my bag to find my ration card >UNITED STATES SECRET SERVICE >SECOND LIEUTENANT >RATION LIMIT -0 >My first plan when I got off the bird was to go get some food inside me >Rations in Denver weren’t limited for me but my time to eat was >My feet hit the black pavement and I felt the heat of the Arizonan Desert slap me right across the face >Shit was hot >Shit was really hot >God damn that shit was hot >Vertibirds must have air conditioning >Thank you American ingenuity
Gonna have to free hand it now. I'll keep posting screencaps of the last story. Don't let the thread die.
>I turn towards the buildings connected to the Verti-Pad and start making my way down town >Walking fast >Faces passed >And I’m home- >”WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING TRANSFEREE!” >I stopped in my tracks for a second >Wondering if it was me being yelled at >”YES YOU, YOU GOD DAMN MO-RON! GET OVER HERE NOW, RIGHT NOW!” >Shit was fucking terrifying >I had never gone through basic infantry training >That's the only place they have angry drill sergeants anymore >Turning toward the voice I found a red haired man stomping towards me >Fucking gingers >”WHERE IS YOUR CUNT CAP TRANSFEREE?!?” >He looked me over angrily >Low boots, shorts, loose shirt, no rank symbol, name tag, or a cap to tell which branch I belong to. >Beret = Secret Service. Cunt Cap = Army. Patrol Cap = Auxilary >I wasn’t trained to stare down angry drill sergeants for christ sake >”I don’t have a cunt cap.” >”What in the FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T HAVE A CUNT CAP? DID YOU LOSE IT?” >”I never had one in the first place, Sergeant…..” >Pausing to read his tag >”Dornan, Junior.” >”Are you telling me that you aren’t an Enclave Army transferee here for basic combat training?” >His anger had slightly subsided. >”No, I’m United States Secret Service.” >I put down my duffle bag and unzipped it until I found my beret and identification card. >I fitted the beret on my head and handed the sergeant my card >”Sorry, I should have been wearing my uniform but I recently had surgery and the doctors said I should wear loose fitting clothes. My EPT uniform is the only one that really fits the bill.” >His face was as pale as snow as he started to look over the card >He held it closer as each second passed >Trying to find a flaw >mfw I get beat up because he thinks my ID is fake Depends on what you're talking about.
Like the first story, the one I'm screen capping. In the google doc there's 74 pages. The one I'm writing it's only 18 right now but I'm gonna try to get over a hundred. After I finish posting the current screen caps I have I'm just gonna post the doc link I think.
Jason Parker
>Looking past him I saw the recruits staring in disbelief >The other two sergeants looking at each other trying to figure out what’s going on >Dornan motioned towards me and I looked at him >He was offering my card back >As soon as I took the card he stood straight and slammed his boots together, then put up a salute >”OFFICER ON DECK!” >All around men dropped what they were doing and saluted me >Wot.pip >One second this cunt is yelling at me and the next he’s saluting me >Fucking perks of the Secret Service I guess >”At ease.” >He leaned in close >”Sir I would like to apologize, I had no idea you were an officer. I’ll report myself for misconduct.” >I put a hand on his shoulder >He couldn’t have been any older than me >Well >He definitely looked older than me >But I was still older probably >”Don’t worry, I’m new to this. Just point me to the mess hall.”
>Nuka Cola >Blamco Mac and Cheese >Fresh steak >And god dammit >All the sweet cakes I could eat >After tearing through the mess’s store of nuka I realized that everyone else in the hall had kept a table’s length distance from me >I turned to my left and then to my right >Everyone was eying me up and down >When I looked their way they’d glance past me and act like they weren’t staring >Standing to my feet I took my three trays >Yes three >Fuck you >And set them in the washing bin >The tray cleaner glanced at me then gestured for me to get close >Leaning in he said softly >”Don’t mind the stares, they don’t see a lot of berets around here. They just hear a lot of stories.” >”Are these the Legion recruits?” >”Nah, they’re out on a ten mile hike, these are transferees.” >I nodded and turned away >”If you’re going into Flagstaff I’d suggest using your ration card to get some water and colas to sell down there. They only accept legion coins.” >”Good idea.”
I concur. This wouldn't normally be my cup of tea but your writing style hooked me immediately and it is such a breath of fresh air to see some actual ORIGINAL content on /b without any Reddit tier BS and with relatively little spambot and so far no autistic ray pist or Jew related crap. Seriously OP a genuine thanks from one true Yea Forumsro to another.
Owen Lee
>According to my mission directives I was to clean my personal items out of the duffle bag and store them in a locker supplied to me at Narrows >No locker existed >Though what I did get was a foot locker with a child’s school lock on it >They expected me to store my shit in this locker and expect it not to be stolen >Good thing I didn’t bring anything worth a dime >Stuff my shit in the foot locker faster than the chinese get mowed down >Lock the bitch and give it to the quartermaster >”Don’t you worry, sir, I’ll keep my eyes on this locker day and night. No one is gonna get their hands on it.” >Doubt it faggot >Head back to the mess hall and literally fill my duffle bag with water and colas >Get a tap on my shoulder >Turn to see Sergeant Dornan Jr. looking me dead in the eyes >”Yes, Sergeant?” >I’m literally cleaning out the entire base’s cola ration >I sort of feel sorry for these guys. >”Are you going to Flagstaff, sir?” >”Why yes I am.” >He waits, expecting me to say something clever >toobusystealingyacola.kek >”If you wait a little while longer there will be a troop truck coming to pick up men from the base for R&R.” >”Oh wow, you have ground vehicles?” >”Yes sir, first hundred trucks from the Chrysler Plant in Vegas were troop trucks, we got five.” >I smiled and handed the sergeant a cola >”I’ll wait around little longer to catch that ride of yours, plus I don’t want to go into Flagstaff alone.” >”You won’t be alone, sir. Flagstaff is filled with Legion soldiers and we’ve been maintaining a MP presence in the city for the past five months…” >He paused to make sure no one was listening to us >”No one wants to pick a fight with an agent, not even the toughest Legionnaires.” >”I guess you’re right, well I have to meet someone anyways. After all the stories I heard about him I don’t think I have to worry about getting into fights.” >”If I may ask, who are you meeting, sir?”
I used to right HFY on reddit, after the first Fallout story. The people there are a mixed bag Some were sorta popular but all it took was a few butthurt faggots to get mad at my "space nazis" and I was sorta done with the whole platform Reddit really isn't my thing. I guess Yea Forums is always gonna be the place for me
Adam Powell
Trust me OP this oc is better than Reddit deserves. You are home Yea Forumsro.
Andrew Rodriguez
I know the screen caps are good, they got some recognition and feedback from one of those youtube readers, but is the written greentext good? I don't want to spend the next week writing to just hear that it's actually shit.
Yeah Yea Forumsro if anything the greentext is more immersive as it is not from the perspective of online roleplay but actually "1st person" perspective so to speak. Screencap story is good from a roleplaying gamer standpoint, like hearing about a good DnD game, greentext story is good in a literary sense.
Easton Garcia
I'm really enjoying both tbh and I never normally go for fanfic stuff, so 10/10 you have converted me.
Austin Reyes
Kek
Ryan Morgan
>”Sit up here in the cabin sir, we made sure to keep this spot open for you.” >I turned my head towards the head leaning out of the driver side window >Smiled and put my hand up in agreement >Hopping in the passenger side seat of the cabin I was absolutely slammed by a jet of cold air >The type of cold air you get hit by right after you have sweaty sex and you stand in front of an open window >”First time going into Flagstaff, sir?” >I turned to the driver and he smiled >Weird fucker >”Yeah, heard it’s the American Rome.” >”Oh yeah you have no idea, sir. It’s also the biggest city in the entire region, over fifty thousand people live here.” >He rants on about how the buildings are really cool and the Legion soldiers are super friendly >He stops and points toward a hill >”Right after this hill we’ll pretty much be there, sir. It’s absolutely beautiful the first time you see it.” >As we slowly come over the hill I can feel a lump of childish wonder build up inside me.
>The first thing I saw was the red tiled roofs >Then the tanned adobe walls >But that wasn’t what caught my eye >What caught my eye were two huge pillars that stood on either side of the rode >On each pillar was the banner of the Caesar >A golden bull on a red field >The tanned adobe buildings never seemed to end >When we passed the pillars the driver nudged me with his elbow and pointed ahead >”I’m supposed to drop the boys off at the bars and brothels but if you want I can drive you around, even show you the arena.” >”Nah, I’m good.” >”Did you know that they built the majority of this city in the last two years?” >”What.. No, no I didn’t.” >”I heard that we agreed to turn Flagstaff into a real city since we got Vegas, for the alliance you understand.” >”Yeah.” >This entire city was built in two years? >Enclave ingenuity or Legion mass labor campaigns? >Both?
It's 4 am but I'm gonna write atleast three more pages.
Don't you die on me. This is the first time in SO many years a thread has kept me intrigued. OP, you are a hero.
Sebastian Scott
>”Stop the truck.” >The driver presses his foot against the break >”Getting out here sir?” >He looks around the streets >”Yes, I am. I’m meeting someone at that bar.” >My finger points towards an adobe building with a sign out front that says “Eagle’s Den” >”Uh sir, that’s not really the best decision. Legionnaires are friendly but we can only drink in a specific place in town.” >”I don’t plan on drinking.” >Hopping out of the truck I’m struck with a smell of cooking meat and liquor >I look towards the back of the truck and I can already tell they’ve started drinking >As soon as I made eye contact they straightened up and looked away from my gaze >Were they really so afraid of spooks? >Even I wasn’t this afraid of them when I was in the auxiliary corp >Or was I?
>Whistles everywhere >Whistles and boots stamping against the ground past me >Four MPs run past me as I approached the door to the Eagle’s Den >Each had their batons out ready to attack >In all the confusion they bumped into me and I dropped my duffle bag >Fucking nerds almost fucking broke my colas >I jogged after the MPs until I found out what they were doing >They had been running towards an alleyway where six NCR slaves were beating up two BoS slaves >You’re able to tell who’s who by their shirts >BoS had a broken gear on their backs >NCR had an upside down bear >Ever since the conquest of New Vegas, more and more slaves from the traitor’s groups have been captured >And now that they’ve been put to the brand >They’ve shown their true colors >They turn on each other >I learned later on, that the Brotherhood slaves would often be attacked and beaten by NCR slaves >Because Brotherhood slaves were treated better and fed more because they were more useful than the NCR slaves
Here's the old storys doc. I cant post the current story doc because it has spoilers.
Fine >be 35 >rarely get sick >last cold was 3 years ago >catch a cold about 5 days ago >3 days into it i was at my worst >but horny anyways >fap >came quick, no feeling or afterglow >still hard >fap some more >powergasm where i was unable to stand for a few minutes afterwards >realize however that 2 fucking hours went by I mean, isnt it bad to hold onto an erection for longer than an hour?
>In almost all situations I would have some sort of sympathy with slaves >I dislike the thought of people owning other people >Even Caesar’s Legion are starting to relinquish the ideals of enslaving huge swaths of people >But I have no sympathy for traitors >I smile as the MPs and slavers beat the living shit out of the entire group of slaves >Completely forgetting that I was angry about getting my duffle bag knocked out of my hand
>The Eagle’s Den was nearly empty when I walked in >A bar tender sat behind the bar >Two Legionnaires in casual dress wear are sitting at the bar playing dice >Sipping at colas >Across the room in a corner is a dozen legion recruits laughing and telling stories >Two big mongrel dogs sit beside them >Watching my every move >They aren’t like everyone else though >They don’t see a spook >Just another stranger
>”Conrad just left actually, said he had to go meet a friend for dinner.” >”How long until he returns?” >The bartender shook his head >”I couldn’t tell you. Conrad has been staying here for an entire week, sometimes I don’t know if he’s even in his room.” >He pauses as he pops a piece of candy into his mouth >”For such a big guy he’s really light on his feet.” >”Can you show me to his room?” >”Yeah sure, its the first one on the right on the third floor. Just go up the stairs.” >He points to a narrow set of stairs
I think I'm done for the night boys. It's past 5 am and my brain is absolutely fried. I'll be back in 14 hours. I'll get some shit organized, maybe type this in a doc or get my old discord server set up to keep people updated.
By no means is this the final draft. I can guarantee that I'll be refining this writing, this is just me throwing thoughts on paper.
>work in an old folks home >someone thought it was a good idea to come to work with a cold >now 15~ some odd old fucks now have a cold >literally on deaths door some of them >really want to just say fuck it and execute every single one of them >but they are a reason i have a paycheck >and if i keep my spending less than 20 or so dollars a month on their credit cards no one notices >which is good for my phone game addictions
