OC Greentext Thread

>”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 I won’t be sitting behind a desk
1 off

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>”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 take a breath and 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 robo-”
>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

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>”Isn’t this stuff classified?”
>”Not really.”
>Fuck
>”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?”
Lurkers?

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I'm still here, and damn. English isn't my mother tongue and i don't think i can appreciate all the subtilities of the language but huh this story is fucking great.
Did you ever get published ?

>”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

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Nah but the first fallout greentext story I wrote got put on youtube.

>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

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>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 insignia, no name tag, nor a cap to tell which branch I belong to.
>Beret = Secret Service. Cunt Cap = Army. Patrol Cap = Auxiliary

>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.
>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

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>Looking past him I saw the recruits staring in disbelief
>They must have thought I was about to be PTed to death
>The other two sergeants were 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. Auxiliaries to Army.”
>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.”

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>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 shitty 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
>mfw a thief opens my locker to find a few prewar books, naked photos of widows, and my collection of Grognak stickers
>mfw I’m not leaving my fucking Grognak stickers here
>mfw I stole these stickers from my supervisor’s ten year old son

>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.
>Nah not really
>”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…”

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Nice to have the next episodes of the story of Richardson, Conrad and Richardson
Thank you

There's only one Richardson Yea Forumsro

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Intradesting, moar

I must have remembered the deathclaw's name wrong

Deathclaw is Richardson, but if you're referring to the Peter Richardson.... docs.google.com/document/d/14tz0gVSkXHUbD2ljci0xHzowGXVo_7OWZ4Y-veNxYu0/edit?usp=sharing

>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 can’t answer that.”
>”Oh.”
>His face was priceless

>”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 flabberghasted 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.

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gg user, great read, love the lore ties and detail. you have talent

I hope you will add the second part in this document as well

I have the sequel in a different doc. It contains a lot of spoilers

Thanks OP, so rarely do I get greentexts anymore. Take a gift (IF YOU DARE). I very rarely give this out, but again, thanks.

bitDOTly
/2dj3tGq183

Wot?

>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 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?

>”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?

I'm posting slow because I'm free writing and I don't want to run out of a post able material too fast.

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It's just a Dropbox with a good deal of old greentexts.

>bitDOTly
>/2dj3tGq183
It doesn't work.

Yep. I made the DB in 2016, texts from as early as 2005. Most were lost in the great HDD failure of '12 when my main and backup HDD died within hours of each other. I use bitly to track which nationality clicked on the link. 183 clicks, only 33 were US.

Odd. This worked on mobile.
bitDOT.ly
/2dj3tGq

This worked for me.

>Lurkers?
Fuck yeah man, sci-fi is my thing. Lead on Capt.

>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
>Well their colas, but that's not the point
>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 slaves had a broken gear on their backs
>NCR slaves 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

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>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
>Although, I would much rather both parties be starved and worked to death
>No sympathy for traitors is gonna come from me
>I smile as the MPs and slavers beat the living shit out of the entire group of slaves
>Completely forgetting that I was butthurt about being bumped into
>becomeonewiththeedge.txt

>The Eagle’s Den was nearly empty when I walked in
>Two Legionnaires in casual dress wear are sitting at the bar playing dice
>Sipping at colas
>The bartender sat on the other side of the bar watching the dice, making sure no one cheated
>Across the room in a corner was a dozen legion recruits laughing and telling stories
>Two big mongrel dogs sat beside them
>Watching my every move
>They aren’t like people though
>They don’t see a spook, which has been fucking me up mentally.
>They just see another stranger
>I guess you could say I like dogs
>But in reality I’d just prefer to eat them last

>”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
>Imagine the NCR lard assed politicians trying to get up these stairs

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I've read that story, took a while but damn was it worth it. Someone posted it here a while back.

I wrote it, but I know there's been fags spamming the link.

>Walking up the steps I finally realized something that I hadn’t figured out before
>I felt so light on my feet that I could run up the steps two at a time
>Stopping at the second level I giggled and sprinted up the flight of stairs to the third level
>Back down
>And back up again
>What had they done to me?
>I don’t even remember half my training at Denver
>One thing I knew for sure is that I had never in my life been this in shape
>Turning to the hallway I reached the first door on the right
>But before I opened the door my ears caught something
>A shuffling inside the room
>Tapping of feet and a constant squeak
>Taking three steps back I drew my service pistol and cocked it
>”Sir, there is some-one at the door.”
>A fucking protectron

>The door swung open and I pointed my pistol at the huge figure that emerged from the room
>Blond, blue eyed, naked, a hulking mass of muscle, and anger.
>He was a solid three inches taller than me
>Wait, have I grown taller?
>Doesn’t matter.
>He stared deep into my eyes as I gripped my gun tightly
>My adrenaline wasn’t pumping
>The pacer made sure of that
>I was calm
>”Conrad what’s going on baby?”
>From inside the room a female call out to the hulking mass

>”Conrad Torvo?”
>”Yeah, who the fuck are you?”
>”Paul Sheppard, United States Secret Service.”
>I lowered my gun and Conrad took a step back
>The veins in his arms were pulsing and his eyes were narrowed
>In every way I was repulsed by this man, this creature
>He looked like a human Super Mutant
>He was so unnatural, so crazily out of place
>I had heard stories but I never knew the exaggerations weren’t really exaggerations
>”Sorry to pull the gun on you, I thought there may have been an intruder.”
>”Its fine, they told me you were coming to take me up to Chicago. Come on in.”
>The room was filled with incense, candles, and more food than a buffet table at a graduation ceremony.

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>”Octavia, make yourself decent my friend is here.”
>I walked past the doorway and found myself in a luscious but conservative suite.
>A feathered bed, bathroom with a toilet and a sink with a bucket of iced water beside it, and a small balcony
>On the bed was a young woman with dirty blonde hair and silver eyes
>She was beautiful, but obviously out of my league
>I fucked sex starved widows
>She gathered up the blanket and walked into the bathroom
>”Sorry about the girl. Paul right?”
>I nodded to him
>”I’m supposed to get her pregnant before I leave Flagstaff.”
>I looked towards the bathroom, the door was closed
>”Is she your wife or something?”
>”Uh no.. haha. Well, her father is going to give my buddy, Augustus, a thousand acres of the best farmland in Arizona if it’s a boy. If she has a girl he’ll get a hundred acres.”

>Maybe he saw the angry and confused look on my face
>”Not as a slave, I would never say yes to that. They just want a boy in their bloodline that’ll be like me, and I owe Augustus more than a few favors.”
>He paused to stride past me and turn the Egor towards the doorway
>”Go get Augustus.”
>”Yes...Sir.”
>It stomped out of the room and down the stairs
>”Plus, I wouldn’t be doing this if Octavia wasn’t so beautiful.”
>I could hear a giggle from the bathroom

>”I heard about Augustus Vulpe, in fact I was told he’s one of the most powerful men in the Legion.”
>Conrad nodded as he slipped his vault pants on
>”Ever since Vegas was liberated. Caesar made Augustus a free man and took him under his wing.”
>”What do you mean took him under his wing?”
>He paused to slip his shirt on
>In many places the shirt had been obviously stitched where there had once been a bullet hole, cut, or tear.

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no one cares about your gay fanfiction. sage

Don't listen to that buttmad faggot, OP. Keep it coming.
>bamp in the swamp

samefag harder OP

>being this retarded
Just because we type actual fucking sentences doesn't mean we're the same person, tardmongler.

>Just because we type actual fucking sentences doesn't mean we're the same person, tardmongler.

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Retard much?

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>”Well, Augustus spends most of his time either with Caesar, over seeing his dog breeding business, or at the Enclave embassy. He’s the mayor of a town in Vegas but he left one of his older to take over last year.”
>”I didn’t know Augustus had any older children.”
>”He doesn’t.”
>He laughs as his feet slip into the iconic black vault boots

>”His oldest son, Quintus, is only twelve, but because Augustus is a free man, so are his sons.
>I think he bought the freedom of a few older Centurions and sent them to Primm to train his boys but maybe I’m wrong.”
>He stops talking as he grabs a brush from the side table and begins combing through his shoulder length hair
>If there was one redeeming factor about his intimidating physical appearance, it was his hair.
>You didn’t really see blonde hair any more, at least not like his.
>”I had heard they were starting to turning away from mass slavery.”
>From behind I heard the door open and Egor’s clunking feet
>”We didn’t really have mass slavery in the first place.”
>I turned to see a dark haired, brown eyed man in a set of robes walking the doorway behind Egor.

>”Good to see you Augustus, this is the agent they sent, Paul Sheppard.”
>The dark haired man approached me and offered his hand in a shake
>I offered mine and he took my whole fucking forearm
>What the fuck
>Both Augustus and Conrad can tell that I am confused
>Both start laughing their ass off
>”I’m sorry, haha, I uh don’t get the joke.”
>Conrad walks up to Augustus, hugs him and starts patting his back
>Laughing all the while
>”Our buddy Peter did the same exact thing to Augustus’s brother.”
>”Peter Richardson?”
>They both slowly stopped laughing
>Conrad released Augustus and went back over to his bed and pulled a bag out from under it
>Augustus approached me

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>”Yeah… Sorry about that greeting, I do it to everyone in the Enclave. Me and Conrad get one hell of a kick out of it. The first time an officer performed the forearm shake right I thought Conrad here was gonna die.”
>Conrad started cracking up
>”I swear to god I thought he was gonna shit, he was trying to be so serious.”

>Log 38 Flagstaff
>April 6th 2283

>”And I’m standing here, trying to get myself out of this shitty situation, when out of fucking nowhere I see a fucking Deathclaw run up and tear a raider in half.”
>The whole table erupts into laughter
>”I’m not fucking kidding, I swear to god. Right so…”
>Conrad goes on telling stories about his experiences in New Vegas
>We came down stairs and began eating a drinking (colas) with the Legion recruits
>All of which were older boys
>Many of them would die on the front lines keeping the NCR at bay
>What’s worse, only 500 out the Legion’s seventy five thousand would be properly equipped, trained, and lead.
>Those 500 were the ones being trained up at Narrows.
>The Legion’s best and most able
>These boys weren’t the Legions best and most able

>”So there we are, busting into Freeside, I’m leading two Death Squads and Richardson is with me.”
>He pauses to stand up
>”I thought it was gonna be a clean cut mission, march in, drag the NCR out of their hole, but no.
>As soon as we make it to the inner gates the NCR start unloading at us.
>I’m trying to find cover but from I can tell they had us surrounded.
>The boys in power armor created a barricade with their bodies but I still found a way to get shot.
>One by one my squads take casualties. Even Richardson got hurt, got a chunk of flesh blown out of his arm, nothing permanent though.
>I think we’ve been absolutely fucked when out of thin air these dudes in fucking Elvis Presley outfits, Elvis fucking Presley, start shooting at the NCR from the rooftops."

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>”I literally can not make this up, before I know it all of the civilians are shooting at the NCR.”
>He takes a drink of his soda.

>Augustus nudges my arm
>”This is the best part.”
>”Right after the fire fight dies down and the hostiles get shot or surrender one of these guys walk up to me.
>I thank him, right, that’s the right thing to do ya know.
>Well this fucking guy, I swear to god, I can’t make this up.
>He throws me the Elvis finger guns and says “Aint nothing but a hound dog, brotha.”
>The entire table erupts into laughter, some of the boys are swinging back and forth with laughter
>Some are laughing so hard that they’re doubled over holding their stomachs
>”Well that’s fucking Vegas for ya, Elvis Presleys coming out of the fucking woodworks.”

>It was almost morning now, the night had died down and the Legion recruits had fallen asleep
>Me, Conrad, and Augustus were the only ones still awake
>”Well… Conrad, Paul. I need to get going to my villa, I have to help with the preparations for the parade.”
>Conrad stands up to huge Augustus
>”Conrad if I’m not at the ranch when you go to pick up Richardson, wait for me. I have something I need to give you.”
>Augustus turns towards me and extends his arm, I take his hand before he can try to do a forearm and shake his hand
>He looks confused for a second and his hand goes full spaghetti
>Conrad busts out laughing
>Augustus starts to laugh too
>”It was good to meet you Paul, I hope to see you again before you leave.”
>”Same to you Augustus.”
>Augustus turns and slowly makes his way across the bar and through the exit.

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>”So there’s a parade?”
>Conrad turned towards me as we started up the steps
>”Yeah, they’re gonna march the battalion of Enclave trained legionnaires through town.”
>I nodded and raised my eyebrows
>”That's pretty cool, when are they gonna do that?”
>”This afternoon I think, we should get some sleep before then.”
>”Yeah you’re right. I guess I’ll sleep on the floor if you want the bed.”
>Once we hit the third floor Conrad turned and whispered
>”Nah, fuck that.”
>He walked to the door across the hall from his own and put his ear to it.
>”What’re you doing?”
>He put a finger out shushing me
>He then knocked on the door and kept his ear attached to it
>After a few seconds he pushed the door open and walked in
>”No one’s in this room, I’ll sleep here.”
>I chuckle a little bit
>”Sure you wanna do that, what if someone walks in and finds you in there bed.”
>”It's a victimless crime, if no one is here at like three in the morning they won’t be here all night.”
>”But what if they do show up here?”
>He chuckles as he slips his boots off
>”What’re they gonna do, throw me out? Fuck em.”

>Log 38-A Flagstaff
>April 6th 2283

>I couldn’t sleep for more than four hours
>I felt absolutely exhausted but my acclamation to a one hour sleep meant that I couldn’t get more than a few hours.
>It feels good to be able to be recuperated so quickly
>But at the same time it is a different kind of sleep
>The kind that is just a flash
>Not the kind where you have dreams
>I haven’t had a single dream in weeks
>In an instant I’m on my feet and out of the door
>A few of the Legion Recruits are walking in the hallway and they stop to acknowledge me
>I nod in response
>”There’s squirrel stew down stairs for breakfast if you’re hungry.”

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>booty bump

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>Knock
>KNock
>KNOCK
>Conrad swings the door open quickly
>”What’s up?”
>”There’s squirrel stew for breakfast, you hungry?”
>He looks at me confused for a second
>Then he narrows his eyes with a chuckle
>”Who the fuck eats squirrel stew for breakfast?
>I swear this is the third time someone’s woken me up for squirrel stew.
>First it was Augustus
>Then it was Octavia
>Now you
>They make steaks and fried fish for lunch, wake me up then.”
>He turns away and lumbers back towards the bed
>”Close the door on your way down.”
>What a cunt

I know this is a short post but my brain is fried and I've been free writing for the last thirty minutes trying to keep the thread alive. I'll be back tomorrow.
If you haven't already, read this doc to get an understanding of what's going on.

docs.google.com/document/d/14tz0gVSkXHUbD2ljci0xHzowGXVo_7OWZ4Y-veNxYu0/edit?usp=sharing

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Aw shit, I missed the Epilogue of the first one.
Ayo OP, are you going to make another doc like that one and put this story up in case we miss threads?

Nevermind, just saw what you wrote at the top.
Have a good night, you beautiful son of a bitch.

Eventually but I have my outline in the doc I'm writing in. Which contains HUGE spoilers. I may fix it up later but right now I'm gonna keep it how it is since its not even close to finished. This'll be my biggest shitpost yet.

Bump for the Enclave

Counter bump, for America.