rebornDARKstar

[MrWeasel]

*accepts cow suit and blindfold with a puzzled look, but puts it on anyway*

thanks, i can assure you i'm not a bot. flesh and blood. like you (or ghouls maybe)
My name.... isn't really important but what is important is why i'm here. lets see, i suppose i should start....at the start
two years ago i purchased a copy of Fallout 3 after picking it up at my local CD shop. about two hours in i was hooked. then it ate up my time in huge mouthfuls. two hours turned into 10 hours which turned into 10 days. and so on and so forth.
i craved more knowledge of this universe. it fascinated me. i looked over the Fallout Wiki and found a surprising article. the one about the Grim Reaper (i sure hope it's ok to say that)

i was captivated by the fight. the story, it moved me so. i felt the angst of your plight and cheered when he was banished to the desert. i made a note to come here one day. but then new vegas fell into my lap.

the villagers of this... er.... village are legendary here. i wanted to meet the people who i've been following (shadowing?) to talk to, grow with and hopefully become socially accepted amongst. i feel i've wandered my own wasteland of sorts but never really found a place to fit in. there just doesn't feel like there's enough true fallout fans in the world 

i'd love to talk more about myself. i hope i can be interesting, maybe even useful to you here in the village. i may not be good at a lot of things but i will do my best to follow the rules, and learn what i can
i'm a writer. (and some would say by curse) of fan fiction. i say by curse because i can never finish anything i write. i play games of all kinds. mostly shooters fighters and rpgs. when i'm not doing either of those two i work humbly in a kitchen, whistling tunes as i chop vegetables and cook meat.
i er... don't do much roleplay and that's something else i'm hoping to learn. i eagerly await a reply, and i'll talk more whenever i can about whatever you'd like.

[MrWeasel]

Ok 1st just moved this here as it does deserve it's own thread now let the fun begin........


A Dustcloud appears on the horizon, approaching the village a dust covered and far traveled stranger appears. No real watch has been kept for over a year, who would dare to match wits the the legendary "Unwashed Villagers". Into the village walked the stranger. Old, faded and sandscrubbed signs and banners hang drooping in the hot dead desert air...

Hello and again louder Hello!!! yells the stranger..

Out of one of the drab fronted building comes a man wearing and odd "HI! I'm Sandru" sticker on his chest..

Here's your blindfold, put on this cow suit and just walk out into that plaza there. says the man with the sticker on his chest.
Oh and what's your name, just in case...
My name.... isn't really important but what is important is why i'm here. lets see, i suppose i should start....at the start
two years ago I read a story about the "Grim Reaper"
At this the crowd gasped ""Gasp!!!!""

The stranger looking around wondered where this pointy stick and torch bearing villager appeared from, when a "weasely" looking man approached him.

Son, a word of advice. 1st When asked your name round here you give it.

Uhhh ok, I'm called rebornDARKstar.

Better. says the weasely man. 2nd it's not wise to mention that name especialy when wearing the anti tangerine armor and surrounded by villagers carrying their official pointy sticks and tangerine tossing err.. uhh "devices". It tends to make em cranky. Now this is what you do, run that way, don't leave the town (you lose if you leave) and try not to get poked burned or splatted too much.

Turning around Mr. Weasel picks up what looks like and old style Bazooka and say. Oh by the way you have 3 seconds head start

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Ok guys you know the drill...  for those that don't know (that would be u reborn) the story to be continued by next poster
Welcome to the village and thanx been awhile since we had and excuse to break out the old dustcloud, it was getting lonely.

[rebornDARKstar]

after making a few small adjustments to the PIP boy on his wrist he nodded and tapped the armor he wore.

"thanks for that. my apologies for not being polite"

there was an explosion. down by his feet as he coughed and spluttered.

"i told you i'd give you a head start. why didn't you run?"

the smoke cleared, but DARKstar was gone having made a break for town centre during the confusion. he hoped the armor would hold up, and the several pies he ate along his journey here wouldn't slow him down. (although he was probably wrong about that)
he had to keep his wits about him. as making it through this hailstorm of sharp sticks would be tricky at best and near impossible at his worst. it dawned on him a few seconds later having never traversed the village before (and being cursed with no sense of direction) he ended up back where he started.

"uh oh. maybe i should have turned left at that..... scroll store?"

"oh back for round two eh?" the weasely man said raising the bazooka  a second time. "can't fault your persistence stranger even if you are a little dopey"

"why the heck isn't VATS working here?" DARKstar grumbled.

it was at that point he was hit by a tangerine so powerful it knocked him through a storefront. when he awoke he saw.... a saloon of sorts. groggily he got to his feet.

(i hope i've done this right.)

[Laughinman]

"VATS? The only VATS we had when i was young were the mutant spilling kind, i tell you! We needed no VATS back then, we had all the time we needed to think, a whole darn turn!"
rebornDARKstar turns around to the speaker to see some kind of post nuclear harlequin, complete with make up, a strange, shiny costume/suit (silly hat included) and a giant tangerine Revolver. "So now, for the introductions, eh? I'm the Laughin'Man and i suppose you are the new guy."

He rises his impressive gun to point at rebornDARKstar's face and, with a not quite sane grin, pulls the trigger.

A loud flapping later, everyone gets to see the oversized flag hanging out of the gun, with "Tangerine" written on it in some kind of archaic typefont.

[TK]

*runs up in a zig-zag pattern* *waits for his next turn to speak*

[Hoopy Frood]

*A man dressed in rather odd clothes approaches and helps the newcomer up.*

Greetings. Name's Hoopy Frood. Sheriff of this Village. I hitchhiked my way into town about 11 years ago or so.  Still got the 'ol electronic "thumb" around somewhere. Hasn't blinked much recently, though. I was deputized sometime around 2004 or so and became head law about 5 years ago, give or take. Don't really remember. Swash, my deputy is around here somewhere. I used to have a second deputy as well, but he went traveling a while back and hasn't returned. Don't know if the deathclaws or giant radscorpions got him or if he's just moved on to other things. No biggie, most of our time these days is spent rocking in chairs on the porch of the HQ anyway so two of us is more than enough. Than there's Chucara. He's the tech whiz around here. Makes sure things don't break, and when they do, he fixes 'em. BlueCross and Solwyn also assist in general running of the place.

We're not the bustling center of civilization we used to be back in the day. It kind of happens when you've been around 16 years or so and the number of social communities that compete for people's attentions explodes as much as it has over the years. Also, people get older and hear the call of the wasteland. Nothing wrong with that. It's what happens.

But we've survived. We're still here, and you're more than welcome to stay. We occasionally get some old residents that drift through on and off. Most don't stay for too long these days, but they're always welcome to call us their home whenever they're up for it.

If you have any questions, just ask.

*Wanders back to his chair and slowly rocks back and forth watching the events unfold.*

[rebornDARKstar]

"thanks. my name's DARKstar. at least that's what i'm known as now. i'm a traveller from..... a long way away. i actually came here to document some history. get to know the people. this place... this village has been harder to find in recent years. i've also noticed that the history here.... things on the outside have changed. i'm a writer. a documentor. collector of history. i also met this other guy who was outside the gate. said this village was weapons free? he's not one of yours by any chance?"

"realistically i'm grateful because you haven't tried to kill me yet."

DARKstar opens his courier bag and pulls out a dusty sandclogged notebook*

flipping through the pages he finds the one he's looking for. he scratches at the bright yellow collar around his neck. it beeped menacingly whenever Laughinman got close. in his heart DARKstar knew he was packing some real tangerines.....

"Sure is hot in this cow suit. makes it hard to run a bit..."

i'm actually looking for some work while i continue to write and was hoping you knew of any jobs available in this village. i'm a chef and can serve drinks. made a pretty mean Nuclear Sundae too. and can cook Deathclaw any which way from sunday. everyone here seems ok. just a little unstable. but that could be the years of isolation here i guess. or a combination of Heatstroke and Brahmin shakes."

DARKstar looked back at Laughinman
"in his case. maybe a little too much silver. love the suit though. and that revolver... something about it seems familiar...."

"hmm. i still can't get my Pip boy to work. you don't happen to have anyone who can repair a 1000 model on hand at all?"

[BlueCross]

"thanks. my name's...

Well, hello, I guess, but an invite to the vestibule seems highly unlikely as you don't seem to have the requisite attributes.

Of course, knowing peeps with requisite attributes could help...

[TK]

"Welcome to the village." the man with the slight metallic sheen says "I'm Throwback Kid, strange name I know."

He points back at his wavering, indistinct shack "it's been a very long time since I talked about my story so I'll need to let it resolve a bit before we go in to it.

"What? Yes ok." he points at what appears to be himself "This is suit, my bonded sentient armour, it contains the personality of someone who says he was the lead scientist, I reckon he was the janitor."  He grins micheviously.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, go do some sweeping.  His language is absolutely foul! He also says run."

A combat tangarine shotgun slides as is from nowhere into his hands.

"I'd run."

[rebornDARKstar]

DARKstar shrugs and rushes to the exit.

CUTAWAY TO DARKstar'S BRAIN
unlike other members of the universe DARKstar was born with a different SPECIAL set. his strength is covered by his endurance. the "S" in his SPECIAL actually stands for "Sanity".
since leaving the confines of Vault 1337 (a vault that was overstocked with entertainment cartridges and nuka cola/fancy lads snacks) his sanity has been slowly deteriorating. starting with a base stat of 100 it was affected by two primary events up until this point.
the first occured when traversing the wasteland, he happened upon a singing rock. it identified itself as Colin and would continously sing "Run for the hills run for the hills, go get your pills go get your pills" this crushed DARKstar's sanity by 10 points.
the second event happened when he found a fissure like gorge on his way to the village. upon investigating it he discovers a giant marshmallow wedged inside. the place was crawling with Giant Ants so he wisely decided to avoid it. he lost 10 sanity that day
he was also known for having average perception and endurance, below average charisma, average intelligence, average agility but an exceptionally high luck stat. (up to 11).
since arriving at the village he felt his Sanity lowering itself slightly.

he turned a corner running from the madmen with tangerine guns and ended up at the village gates again.

"this place hates me!" he yelled. "i keep going in circles!!!"

[BlueCross]

since arriving at the village he felt his Sanity lowering itself slightly.

Only slightly?

*checks the Irradiation Release Combobulator monitors again...*

[Swash]

Just beyond the village gates lies the village jetty alongside which is moored the Good Ship Unnamed.  Empty bottles scatter across the deck as Swash storms out from the hold with his latest concoction held high.

"This is it!  Formula 80625!  This time I'm almost certain there'll be no side effects!"

Spying the newcomer he siezes a rope and swings down to the dust beside the hull of his boat.

"Just the man I wanted to see!  Care for a drink?  It's freshly made."

[rebornDARKstar]

stopping suddenly DARKstar eyed this new man.

"a drink huh? what the hell, a small sip won't hurt right?"

eagerly he reached for what he held...

[Swash]

Swash nodded happily as the newcomer took the bottle from his hand.  "You'll like this," he said with a smile. "I've got it down to only a 3% chance of your tongue turning black.  I don't know what Turjan does to those plants, but there MUST be a way to make a proper Aussie cup of tea out of them."

[Laughinman]

"There is, and it's called coffee!"