AHEM! It has come to my attention, that Fallout: War Never Changes has turned into Skyrim: Age of War. I request that those interested in Fallout may join together and figure something out. Those who want to RP with the same old community, it may not be the same, since many of them love the Fallout part of it.
I knew what you ment ,but please don't mention it on this thread. It is a disgrace to the dead thread to name its exacutor. Also our staff will act violently against anyone stupid enough to greif, Troll, and Flame the skyrim server. It will NOT be tolorated at all under no circumstances. We will not lower our selves to that level nor will you.
IGN: yamiyugi383
Age: 12
Role-Play Exp.: about 3 months
Why Us: I have Heard Lots Of Good Stuff about this server
Time You Can Dedicate: about 1-2 hours a day (After School)
IC
Name: John (No Last Name)
Gender: male
Age: 23
Appearance: scraggy beard, grey eyes, large scar on left side (from a super mutant)
Fears: Sleeping alone in a room, and ghouls
Personality: Respectful, follows all orders, loyal, brave
Occupation: Brother Hood Of Steel
Skills: Good tactical skills, good combat
Nickname: dog
RP Example (Add Dialogue): (Me): Who Are you? (Wastelander): I....I....Need Food......... (Me): You Must Leave The BrotherHood OF Steel has this place on lockdown {Aims Gun}
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Was a child that had nothing. Had to fight for life at 9 years old. Got raided by a group of raiders just 2 days after the mole rat incedent. Snuck Into the BOS while a caravan was going by. The Elder FOund out and let him stay. Grew through the ranks quickly. Is fine with staying a paladin. He got in a one vs. 5 battle with supermutants. Survived but with a large wound on his left side (hence the scar).Is one of the most dedicated BOS soldier ever.
IGN: yamiyugi383
Age: 12
Role-Play Exp.: about 3 months
Why Us: I have Heard Lots Of Good Stuff about this server
Time You Can Dedicate: about 1-2 hours a day (After School)
IC
Name: John (No Last Name)
Gender: male
Age: 23
Appearance: scraggy beard, grey eyes, large scar on left side (from a super mutant)
Fears: Sleeping alone in a room, and ghouls
Personality: Respectful, follows all orders, loyal, brave
Occupation: Brother Hood Of Steel
Skills: Good tactical skills, good combat
Nickname: dog
RP Example (Add Dialogue): (Me): Who Are you? (Wastelander): I....I....Need Food......... (Me): You Must Leave The BrotherHood OF Steel has this place on lockdown {Aims Gun}
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Was a child that had nothing. Had to fight for life at 9 years old. Got raided by a group of raiders just 2 days after the mole rat incedent. Snuck Into the BOS while a caravan was going by. The Elder FOund out and let him stay. Grew through the ranks quickly. Is fine with staying a paladin. He got in a one vs. 5 battle with supermutants. Survived but with a large wound on his left side (hence the scar).Is one of the most dedicated BOS soldier ever.
IGN: bobvdot12
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: Aside from weaving elaborate stories for school projects not much, well theres all the fallouts and skyrim and runescape(but that doesnt count)
Why Us: I saw a Youtube video while searching for my first RP server and saw this one
Time You Can Dedicate: I dediacte anytime i can(4-6 hours at a time)
IC
Name: Jacob Valdez
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance: Wears etiher a set of Pre war riot armor with a scar on the right side of it or a leather jacket with jeans and a bandana to cover the scar on his face.
Fears: Being in dark areas freak him out and he doesnt like to show people his face because of his scar.
Personality: Honorable but insecure.
Occupation: Ex-Ranger
Skills: Valdez can see very well out of his left eye but his right eye is very weak. He is also a pack rat due to when he escorted caravans they made him carry some of the merchandise as wll as his own gear.
Nickname (Optional):Scarface
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Valdez silently walked alongside the road when he saw another lone figure walking twoards him. He pulled out his Rifle and continued to walk. When the two met the drifter said" Hey sorry to startle you. I saw that you pulled a gun out, but im not gonna harm you" "Well thats a relief" Valdez Replied " im jacob" "Nice to meet you Jacob. Im Bill." "Pleasure to meet you" Valdez said trying to make some friendly conversation. Bill pulled out his backpack and asked"You wouldn't happen to have anything you'd be willing to trade would you?" "I have a loaf of bread and a couple of Brahmin steaks. what do you got?" Valdez Calmly said"I have some .308 rounds for you" "That sounds like a fair trade" Jake replied with a cheerfull smile. The two traded goods and heaed their seprate ways.Valdez had a long way to go before he could find somewhere to settle down.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Valdez was born in a small town in Colorado. He lived there until he was 16 with his parents. On his 16th Birthday he got in a fight with his parents and decided to leave Colorado and headed to california with a Caravan heading to Shady Sands. When he got there a couple weeks later he was jumped by a thug and he got cut on the right side of his face and he was forever burdened with a scar. He decided to enlist when he was 17. He started out as an escort for Caravans going to a from the Mojave. On one of these occasions he saw a body in a ditch and quickly identified that it was a NCR Ranger by the ranger hat witch lied near the body. Valdez carried the body 8 miles to an NCR outpost. When the Ranger woke up the next day She asked Valdez to escort her back to Camp golf which they were 6 miles away from. When they got to Camp golf Valdez was given a ribbon for saving a ranger and was a wild card recruit into the Ranger program. 5 years later he was a battle hardened Vetran sporting the traditional Ranger combat Armor. On one of his missions he was going to assasinate a HVT that was deep in Legion territory. He got the job finished but when he was running to his truck he was hit by a grenade which shattered his visor and hit his right eye. He got back to camp golf the doctors said his retina was hit by a peice of shrapnel. He was honorably discharged and left the Mojave to find peace and serenity somewhere.
5 years later he is hunting in a forest when he is attacked by Deathclaw that had strayed from its pack in search of brahmin but instead it found Valdez and lunged at him. He reached for his rifle but the deathclaw started trying to tear through his combat armor. His rifle was to the right of him so he had to juggle trying to stop the deathclaw from chomping him down like a pack of fancy lad snack cakes and finding his rifle. He found shortly after and put the deathclaw down. His armor was ruinded. He decided to go prospecting to find scarp metal to repair his armor when he stumbled upon some Pre-War Riot gear. He decided to fix up the Riot gear with his combat Armor and made some modifacations to it and added a scar to the helmet and made himself a reputation as Scar face because thats the only facial feature people will see but never the real scar. He never has shown anyone his real scar except for his parents when he went to visit them on leave.When he returned to the mojave a year later he was told by an old friend that the NCR went to Baja California. if thats where they were thats where he was going. He wanted to prove to them that he could still fight. because if Baja turned out like Mojave, They were gonna need all the help the could get.
And that brings us to current events. because War, War never changes
If you want to see the skin that Valdez will use please let me know and i will post a link to it.
Grammar: Grammar is a big factor into getting accepted. We like that you have a little dictionary in your head to get you out of a spelling pickle. Bad grammar is easy to avoid if you have the correct tools. Which is given to you on this forum while you're posting. It's important that you use the spell-check, and have a vision of what you're trying to say. Give us an image with your words. They are a powerful tool in life and getting accepted. Ol' Pete didn't know grammar from his mother's cactus collection, and he got stabbed by that cactus multiple times.
RP Example: Roleplay Examples are really taken into account. Why? Because we care about who we're taking into the server and how you would roleplay on the server. So we almost always ask for a conversation, or a scenario where you have to make us in-vision what you mean. Words and punctuation are powerful on this server, and when you're lacking the tools to succeed, you'll end up leaving, and not having a good time. Good ol' Pete's application is lacking and/or not showing his ability to roleplay at a steady rate, and that's what usually get's you immediately denied.
Backstory: Your backstory is necessary. It's another key to the lock, which in this case is the way to get accepted/whitelisted. Use this to your advantage, and read the title which says "1-2 LONG Paragraphs". This means we (the staff and whitelisters) are putting our trust onto you so that you can read that simple thing. Use your words wisely. We don't want a backstory, nor do we want something as short as what good ol' Pete made, but we are looking for something that explains your childhood to how you got to the Baja california in a 1-2 paragraph format.
OOC
IGN: Fred3764
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: Played "The Vault" for quite some time.
Why Us: 1. "The vault" was ended. 2. I'm looking for a realistic MC Fallout Mix. 3. I just love both Fallout and Minecraft a mix is always nice.
Time You Can Dedicate: Probably 2-3 hours (If its the weekend i can spend more time sometimes)
IC
Name: Wanderer.
Gender: Male.
Age: 32
Appearance: A battered Wastelander never without his Vault 42 jumpsuit.
Fears: (These aren't "Fears" more of a physical condition due to the Vaults Poor lighting) Light burns his Eyes he needs his protective Eye wear or he might go blind. Other than that Fire is his fear because the light and the burning.
Personality: A bit paranoid about strangers. Loyal to friends tries to avoid combat if unnecessary.
Occupation: As he is now he has none he has wandered through Post-apocalyptic America for about 15 years.
Skills: (this shouldn't be I have the best skills with guns mining repairing etc.): Handy with a gun and Skilled with computers.
Nickname (Optional): If asked for his name he will just tell you to call him Steve.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*wandering on a road*
Stranger: Howdy there! want to trade?
Wanderer: Sure what you got?
Stranger: Advice its just 5 caps away.
Wanderer: Well...Why not?
Stranger: *sits down and motions Him to join by a signpost* Well if you are ever Confused, Lost, Forgotten and thrown away... you are a wanderer just like i am i can tell you are too you have the look of it in your Eyes friend. Whats your name anyways?
Wanderer:Uhh just call me Steve ... Whats yours?
Stranger: Nick Wellington im looking for a friend of mine named Fred Weathers i was presumed dead about 15 years ago by NCR i was forgotten and lost and now i look for my friend if you see him tell him nick says howdy. *starts a campfire*
This encounter seemed important to Wanderer in a strange way he would not remember until later
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):(Wanderer knows little of his past due to an attack by a raider) Wanderer in the past lived in a vault: Vault 42 all the inhabitants had been driven insane because of the low lighting they began to change not just mentally but physically it was obvious that to survive he needed to leave the vault the maintenance crew where the only unaffected Vault dwellers they all had a plan to escape they needed torches to hold off the crazy abominations that where once there parents, friends, loved ones. On the escape most had been ripped apart and eaten but him and five others got to the door Fred (Wanderer) was the only one wearing his Vault-Tec Standard issue "light-out" safety goggles that the crew used to defend against the harsh light of the equipment used by maintenance the rest in a bit of hindsight forgot them. As they opened the Giant vault door the siren lights activated blinding the abominations, And his companions it only got worse as the vault door started rolling allowing more light in Fred was also in pain by the light but the others where blind and squirming on the ground screaming the abominations did not like this new light and despite the torches and the sunlight advanced on the blinded team Fred tried to pick them up but they couldn't do it the light was to painful they demanded he close the door and that was not going to happen. Fred assessed the situation pulled out his Blowtorch and took aim the little fire kept the beasts at bay he had to look away from the scene as they ate his Friends. "bad idea" he thought to himself as one leaped an him knocking him to the vaults steel floor he looked up only to be horrified that his older sister was the one attacking him her nails lashed deep in his flesh as she tried to rip his neck and then Fred grabbed his blowtorch crying yelled "I'M SO SORRY!" and torched her eyes as she flailed wildly he kicked her in the chest and she flew off of him the other beasts did not like this and ignored the bloody hunks that moments ago were his friends and co-workers and charged. Fred quickly regained his footing and ran from the horrors of the vault as he ran he closed his eyes to avoid the pain of the light he did this for a long time he had no idea what he hit when he hit it but he fall to the dirt. "Uhh... Echo two? this is Gamma five, We got a live one here terminate?" the hulking metal man looked at Fred his curiousness was felt as he grabbed his collar and hoisted him up "Who are you kid?" "m...my name..." "OUT WITH IT!" the metal man yelled "Fred! i'm Fred! leave me alone!" he tried to run but didn't get to far "Oh no you don't!" he then bashed his head with the butt of his Plasma rifle. Days roll by. loud explosions are heard outside blowing the door open a few NCR rangers storm the small complex freeing prisoners as they go one opens his cell door "I'm an NCR ranger get out now before they get back wait outside for us okay?!" "Okay!" the NCR charge out the doors a few hours later "follow us!" two out of the four remain. "I'm Nick Wellington i suppose your not from around here? the rest were raiders common looters your different that jumpsuit makes it clear what are you doing here?" "Uhh...he looked for a (believable answer) Our vaults water chip failed! uhh...I needed to find a new one!" Nick eyes him confused "What the hell is a Water chip?". As he leaves days later he is given a few things for the road : A pistol some ammo and a rucksack full of supplies as the days went by he went back to visit Nick they became good friends but one day he wasn't there "Secret assignment" NCR troopers told him he will be back in a few weeks. A month passes nothing. Fred goes the the base for the last time "He died... legion patrol massacred him he wanted to give you this *hands Fred a diary* silent Fred leaves and he wrights in the empty pages that Nick didn't wright on and after a few years as a radio man something happened. The sound of shattering was heard downstairs Fred got his Gun and ran downstairs there was nothing he could see "Damn kids" suddenly a baseball bat cracked on Fred's skull instantly knocking him out cold. He woke up later that night only to realize he has no idea who he is or where he is. The raider took the gun the book and a few things and sold them at a local store bought some psycho and OD'ed at a party. Fred wandered a lonely road after that day only knowing he is from Vault 42 and maybe it has answers. After meeting a familiar stranger he gave himself a name: Wanderer.
(Hopefully this is acceptable if there is any problem PM me and ill try to fix it)
Whitty, You said the the thread was eatin but i posted a app on it... will my app be there when you get it back to work
Sadly, it will not, but I read your app before the topic disappeared and I remember enough. I wasn't going to say anything as to accepted or not since we don't even have a host yet, but I remember enough of your app to make my decision, and you would have been accepted.
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"Either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain." ~ Harvey Dent/Two Face, 'The Dark Knight'
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IGN: itz_michael Age: 17 Role-Play Exp.: lots and lots. I played on the previous WNC as a part of the NCR. Why Us: Love a good Fallout RP server and im excited about the new guns
Time You Can Dedicate: Not to sure. usually 3 hours on week days, but more hours on weekends
IC
Name: Michael Willcroft Gender: Male Age: 25 Appearance: dark skinned male with brown hair. Fears: the generals death, the annihilation of BCR Personality: witty, very loyal. Young but very experienced when it comes to survival Occupation: former NCR Sergeant. Looking for BCR recruitment Skills: Just guns. a very good shot Nickname (Optional): Mike RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Civilain: well, well if it isnt the NCR...
Michael: oh great! listen pedestrian I'm on a very important mission and I really must be going.
Civilian: *clearly drugged out* wweeelll.. whaattt thheee misssion bosss?
Michael: Please I dont have time for this and your lucky im not taking you to NCR jail for overdosage on chems.
Civilain: thhhaaat ittt geettt eemm' bbboooyysss!! *armed chem attics appear
Michael: *dodges for cover and pulls his sniper* Four versus one. I got this! *Michael fires*
*four heads hit the floor*
Michael: *radios in* Roads clear bring in the troops!
NCR Radio: Copy that sir!
Michael: *reloads four bullets into his gun chamber*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Michael was born in the Mojave Wasteland near New Vegas where he was abandoned as a child for his "color". One evening a traveling Merchant had came by a dusty road only to find a small basket with a little baby boy inside.It was Michael, luckily it was only a few hours since he was dropped off. The merchant had gave him some spare food to keep him alive til he reached the next town. 8 years later Michael would travel often with his "father" who taught him to bargain, sell, but most iimportantly; handle a gun! Michael helped his father til the age of 16, where Michael then became strong enough to be on his own.
Sadly Michael was a below average merchant and was not entirely respected for his products. Michael started to run out of caps and became very poor and unhealthy. Michael had no choice but to submit an application to any nearby bases. He sent applications to the Followers, The Kings, The Powder Ganger, and anybody else in the Mojave. All rejected! Until one day a dashing young lad in a green worn out suit stood over Michael, "Here he is, Michael Willcroft, age 22." said the man. "Im the General of the local militia the NCR, and i hereby offer you to lend me your services into the army." Suprised Michael joined in an instant. He was taken to Hoover Dam where he was trained to become better and stronger as a veteran scout sniper. As years past the Mojave become less and less useful towards the NCR. So they moved on and became the BCR. All while Sergeant Michael awaits his transport application to be approved so he may enter the Baja...
IGN: yamiyugi383
Age: 12
Role-Play Exp.: about 3 months
Why Us: I have Heard Lots Of Good Stuff about this server
Time You Can Dedicate: about 1-2 hours a day (After School)
IC
Name: John (No Last Name)
Gender: male
Age: 23
Appearance: scraggy beard, grey eyes, large scar on left side (from a super mutant)
Fears: Sleeping alone in a room, and ghouls
Personality: Respectful, follows all orders, loyal, brave
Occupation: Brother Hood Of Steel
Skills: Good tactical skills, good combat
Nickname: dog
RP Example (Add Dialogue): (Me): Who Are you? (Wastelander): I....I....Need Food......... (Me): You Must Leave The BrotherHood OF Steel has this place on lockdown {Aims Gun}
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Was a child that had nothing. Had to fight for life at 9 years old. Got raided by a group of raiders just 2 days after the mole rat incedent. Snuck Into the BOS while a caravan was going by. The Elder FOund out and let him stay. Grew through the ranks quickly. Is fine with staying a paladin. He got in a one vs. 5 battle with supermutants. Survived but with a large wound on his left side (hence the scar).Is one of the most dedicated BOS soldier ever.
FOUND IT :biggrin.gif:
I hope i get in I have n=been looking for a hardcore fallout server. and will i need to do a BOS app as you can see i want to be in :biggrin.gif:
IGN: drnomercy
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: Ive been playing roleplay servers for a long time, I know a good roleplay.
Why Us: It looks like a good server, plus I love fallout and roleplay!
Time You Can Dedicate: 3-5 hours, possibly more on the weekends.
IC
Name: Ethan Tran
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Brown eyes and hair, height is 5'9, skinny, large scar in left arm.
Fears: Spiders, ghosts, hauntings
Personality: Easily angered, easily impressed, a bit stubborn, tries to be nice to anyone he wants to be nice to.
Occupation: Adventurer, hunter, merchant, or bounty hunter if I had the armor and weapons.
Skills: Sharp Shooter, Marathon runner, Alchemist, Medical skills.
Nickname (Optional): Doctor
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Ethan: *breaths slowly* We need to run...
Eli: What?! Shut the hell up and get up.
Ethan: I know...but we need...to go...NOW!*throws smoke bomb on ground*
Eli: *cough* Agh what the hell?!
Ethan: Ah...the feeling of not being seen...How does it feel like to you?
Eli: Oh god, what are you going to do??
Ethan: Oh...I told you...you better run.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
I was born in a town called Alcemis, a small town, not so big. There wasn't much to do there except for sit around and maybe [if you had the money] have a drink at the local bar. It was ordeninary, it was decent, but there was something wrong about it.
As you know, since there wasn't anything to do, I always went into my studys, but not the...regular studys. I would sit in my basement and test on things. I would find a rat sitting on the ground, and use it. Everything was useful to me, so I used everything I could find. I would do some testing with my...lets just say drinks. It wasn't the best thing to do, nor what a kid would do, but it was something.
Everyday I would work on my things. It was the one thing I wanted to make, a bomb. Ah yes, a bomb, but not like a regular bomb, something so different. As I thought, there is always something new, so bombs is what I Thought. This bomb wasnt just a regular bomb, oh no, it was a type of...poison bomb. It wouldnt explode, but it would hurt you. I worked for days and days until finally, I created it. As I tested it on a rat, it made the rat have damage, but not die. It would get into your lungs and hurt your skin. Oh...I made a weapon, I thought, and on the right time.
I jumped with excitment. I jumped up the stairs, going to tell my mother, until I heard things. Things that you wouldnt want to hear. Slashing, gun shots, an attack. I jumped back down the basement, drowned in fear, I sat there in the shadows, trying to keep into a stealthy mode, until I had a thought. I wanted to stand up, ad now I could. I ran upstairs with my poison bombs, and found something...shocking. My mother. Dead. And my father. standing above her with a knife. I was hurt, hurt so badly in my stomach, and almost fell. I took a grip onto my bomb, and stared at my father. He was covered in blood, looked a bit restless, and angry. I knew I had to do it.
My last words to him was...why did you do it? He took a glance at me, than my dead mother, and said, She was a stupid *****, all she ever did was clean, and she refused to fight the attackers that were coming. My atitude turned into a mad cow. I raised the bomb, and threw it at him. Slowly, he started to suffer. Suffer with all he did. Suffer, just suffer. As it worn off, he was on the ground, covered with his own puke. I grabed the knife on the counter, and threw it.
It wasnt over. I stormed through the door, and all I heard were gunshots. I was standing right in the middle of a warfare. I dived down and took cover. Still getting shot at, I made a run for it. I ran. I just ran until I couldnt run anymore.
When I stoped, I was drenched with sweat. I fell to the ground in exaustion, looked up, and saw bright lights. There it is, a city ive been hearing about. I could start here. It was a groundbreaking sight. I struggled to stand, and walked into the city. I was home.
Years pass, I lived in that city for a decently long time. I worked at a store, I was hired as a cashier. Once in awhile id hunt some game and sell it around town. Now its a new life. Time to start all over again. First, to go retrieve that recipe. The weapon making, automatic torture machine. My creation, my bomb.
My backround didnt go into paragraphs, I dont know why D:
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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Guys please read the recent posts!
The server is down and we're making a new one called Fallout Operation Breakpoint!
We're still planning everything so we won't whitelist anyone for now!
Hello Everyone! WittyUsername816 here with the staff from Fallout: Operation Breakpoint! We have re-created the server, and will be hosted by Legendary Servers. Our server will be going up later today, and the staff will begin working on it ASAP. In the mean time, feel free to check out the new topic, apply, and read up on what's been happening, and who the staff are. If you wish to check out the new topic, follow this link.
~Witty and the rest of the Fallout: Operation Breakpoint staff!~
IGN: T3hHippie Age: 19 Role-Play Exp.: I have only played on one Minecraft role-playing server for a couple of months, however...I have countless experience playing Xbox 360 role-playing games; e.g. (Fallout 3, Fallout New vegas - have the originals but I coulden't stand the turn-based combat, Oblivion, Skyrim, Fable 1/2/3, Dragon Age 1/2, Deus Ex, etc...) Why Us: Well I just recently started playing Minecraft again and I wanted to play some multiplayer. I seen a Fallout-themed server, except it just close down right when i submitted an application. Then, suddenly, I find this posting and to be honest, I went batsh*t crazy. Time You Can Dedicate: It depends but atleast 3 hours a day.
IC
Name: Rock (Last name unknown) Gender: Male Age: 247 years old, born April 25, 2045. Rock was 32 when the bombs fell Appearance: Standing 10ft tall, weighing 925lbs. Skin as green as nuclear waste,and skin as thick as metal. Rock wears his old armor that was given to him at Mariposa Military Base with some added armor.
Fears: Unexplored territory, people he doesn't know Personality: Rock is very careful in what he does. He doesn't want to upset anyone or anything, he believes everything has a purpose evil or not. He wants unity in the world and will do everything he can to get it. Rock is an intelligent super-mutant unlike most of the others, and its what seperates him from the rest. Occupation: When rock was human, he was shoe salesman. When the bombs fell and when he was forced to undergo the FEV, he became a top soldier even advancing the rank to Captain.
Skills: Rock is very good with heavy weapons, as well everything super mutant. He has basic knowledge of armor and technology (e.g. redstone). When he was a human he grew up in a farm, so he knows the basics of farming. Has an IQ of 134. Nickname : Hippie
RP Example: It's a bit cliche, but I like it.
Rock:*Whistling* (Rock is walking down a deserted road)
Unkown: HELP! HELP! PLEASE HELP US!
Rock: What is that I hear?
Rock: OH SH*T! HANG ON I'MA COMING!
Unkown: OH, well i'll be a monkeys uncle. It's a damn muty.
Rock: What, I herd screems. Is this...is this, a trap?
Raider: You bet your damn ass it is. Get'em, boys.
Rock: Please, I don't want to have to do this. I will share some of my food with you but thats it, I don't want to...want to...hurt you.
Raider 2: SHUT THA FAWK UP, YOU DEEESCUSTING TRASH.
Backstory:
The day the bombs fell, Rock was at someones house trying to sell the new pair of Ekin 1.0001 shoes, until...CRASH-BOOM-SLAM, bombs were dropping. The bombs were not dropping near by but loud enough and bright enough that you could see them from anywhere. Quickly, Rock ran out of the house and headed to the nearest bomb shelter - the best free and public one in America, even though small (Only could hold 40 people). Rock had no family, his father and mother died in a car accident when he was 5 and was living place to place in foster homes so he had nothing to get. After the bombs stopped and the shelter, with only 10 people in it, since no one else could make it in time, had ran out of food. Rock and the others had to leave. Rock went on by himself, travelling the roads, looking for people until..
*FASTFORWARD* TO 2110 MARCH 32 - ROCK AGE 65
Rock was travelling the roads, looking for people until...he found people. However, these people were greenish, huge, and smelly. Strength only matched with a bull. He grabbed his combat knife and headed closer to have a look. He grabbed his homemade telescope to see what it was and shouted accidentally "MUTANTS?" Then a loud thud came, and Rock woke up looking like them.
*FASTFORWARD* TO 2162 (DATE UNKOWN) - ROCK AGE 107, CAPTAIN OF SUPER-MUTANT ARMY
When the vault dweller came and destroyed my second home, Rock was lost and not a clue what to do. Rock travelled the roads once again - hiding from civilization because of what he had done. He loved books, and read thousands of them even in the wastes it seemed like the only thing left was books. Eventually Rock tried to interact with people but always got turned down because of what he was, people were scared of him. Rock eventually found a poster, the poster read:
ALL MUTANTS, GHOULS, AND HUMANS;
ALL ARE WELCOME IN THE MOJAVE;
ALL ARE FREE TO ROAM;
YOU WON'T BE TURNED AWAY;
COME TO THE MOAJVE;
ALL ARE WELCOME.
Not knowing that there was any people in the Mojave, he went there. Trying to seek a new life. Hoping to fix everything that he did. Thinking that he could fix the world, no matter what.
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"To be or not to be? That is the question...Ah screw it lets go kill some creepers"
- T3hHippie
I knew what you ment ,but please don't mention it on this thread. It is a disgrace to the dead thread to name its exacutor. Also our staff will act violently against anyone stupid enough to greif, Troll, and Flame the skyrim server. It will NOT be tolorated at all under no circumstances. We will not lower our selves to that level nor will you.
Cheers, Spartan.
IGN: yamiyugi383
Age: 12
Role-Play Exp.: about 3 months
Why Us: I have Heard Lots Of Good Stuff about this server
Time You Can Dedicate: about 1-2 hours a day (After School)
IC
Name: John (No Last Name)
Gender: male
Age: 23
Appearance: scraggy beard, grey eyes, large scar on left side (from a super mutant)
Fears: Sleeping alone in a room, and ghouls
Personality: Respectful, follows all orders, loyal, brave
Occupation: Brother Hood Of Steel
Skills: Good tactical skills, good combat
Nickname: dog
RP Example (Add Dialogue): (Me): Who Are you? (Wastelander): I....I....Need Food......... (Me): You Must Leave The BrotherHood OF Steel has this place on lockdown {Aims Gun}
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Was a child that had nothing. Had to fight for life at 9 years old. Got raided by a group of raiders just 2 days after the mole rat incedent. Snuck Into the BOS while a caravan was going by. The Elder FOund out and let him stay. Grew through the ranks quickly. Is fine with staying a paladin. He got in a one vs. 5 battle with supermutants. Survived but with a large wound on his left side (hence the scar).Is one of the most dedicated BOS soldier ever.
FOUND IT :biggrin.gif:
IGN: bobvdot12
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: Aside from weaving elaborate stories for school projects not much, well theres all the fallouts and skyrim and runescape(but that doesnt count)
Why Us: I saw a Youtube video while searching for my first RP server and saw this one
Time You Can Dedicate: I dediacte anytime i can(4-6 hours at a time)
IC
Name: Jacob Valdez
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance: Wears etiher a set of Pre war riot armor with a scar on the right side of it or a leather jacket with jeans and a bandana to cover the scar on his face.
Fears: Being in dark areas freak him out and he doesnt like to show people his face because of his scar.
Personality: Honorable but insecure.
Occupation: Ex-Ranger
Skills: Valdez can see very well out of his left eye but his right eye is very weak. He is also a pack rat due to when he escorted caravans they made him carry some of the merchandise as wll as his own gear.
Nickname (Optional):Scarface
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Valdez silently walked alongside the road when he saw another lone figure walking twoards him. He pulled out his Rifle and continued to walk. When the two met the drifter said" Hey sorry to startle you. I saw that you pulled a gun out, but im not gonna harm you" "Well thats a relief" Valdez Replied " im jacob" "Nice to meet you Jacob. Im Bill." "Pleasure to meet you" Valdez said trying to make some friendly conversation. Bill pulled out his backpack and asked"You wouldn't happen to have anything you'd be willing to trade would you?" "I have a loaf of bread and a couple of Brahmin steaks. what do you got?" Valdez Calmly said"I have some .308 rounds for you" "That sounds like a fair trade" Jake replied with a cheerfull smile. The two traded goods and heaed their seprate ways.Valdez had a long way to go before he could find somewhere to settle down.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Valdez was born in a small town in Colorado. He lived there until he was 16 with his parents. On his 16th Birthday he got in a fight with his parents and decided to leave Colorado and headed to california with a Caravan heading to Shady Sands. When he got there a couple weeks later he was jumped by a thug and he got cut on the right side of his face and he was forever burdened with a scar. He decided to enlist when he was 17. He started out as an escort for Caravans going to a from the Mojave. On one of these occasions he saw a body in a ditch and quickly identified that it was a NCR Ranger by the ranger hat witch lied near the body. Valdez carried the body 8 miles to an NCR outpost. When the Ranger woke up the next day She asked Valdez to escort her back to Camp golf which they were 6 miles away from. When they got to Camp golf Valdez was given a ribbon for saving a ranger and was a wild card recruit into the Ranger program. 5 years later he was a battle hardened Vetran sporting the traditional Ranger combat Armor. On one of his missions he was going to assasinate a HVT that was deep in Legion territory. He got the job finished but when he was running to his truck he was hit by a grenade which shattered his visor and hit his right eye. He got back to camp golf the doctors said his retina was hit by a peice of shrapnel. He was honorably discharged and left the Mojave to find peace and serenity somewhere.
5 years later he is hunting in a forest when he is attacked by Deathclaw that had strayed from its pack in search of brahmin but instead it found Valdez and lunged at him. He reached for his rifle but the deathclaw started trying to tear through his combat armor. His rifle was to the right of him so he had to juggle trying to stop the deathclaw from chomping him down like a pack of fancy lad snack cakes and finding his rifle. He found shortly after and put the deathclaw down. His armor was ruinded. He decided to go prospecting to find scarp metal to repair his armor when he stumbled upon some Pre-War Riot gear. He decided to fix up the Riot gear with his combat Armor and made some modifacations to it and added a scar to the helmet and made himself a reputation as Scar face because thats the only facial feature people will see but never the real scar. He never has shown anyone his real scar except for his parents when he went to visit them on leave.When he returned to the mojave a year later he was told by an old friend that the NCR went to Baja California. if thats where they were thats where he was going. He wanted to prove to them that he could still fight. because if Baja turned out like Mojave, They were gonna need all the help the could get.
And that brings us to current events. because War, War never changes
If you want to see the skin that Valdez will use please let me know and i will post a link to it.
hope i get in :3
Grammar: Grammar is a big factor into getting accepted. We like that you have a little dictionary in your head to get you out of a spelling pickle. Bad grammar is easy to avoid if you have the correct tools. Which is given to you on this forum while you're posting. It's important that you use the spell-check, and have a vision of what you're trying to say. Give us an image with your words. They are a powerful tool in life and getting accepted. Ol' Pete didn't know grammar from his mother's cactus collection, and he got stabbed by that cactus multiple times.
RP Example: Roleplay Examples are really taken into account. Why? Because we care about who we're taking into the server and how you would roleplay on the server. So we almost always ask for a conversation, or a scenario where you have to make us in-vision what you mean. Words and punctuation are powerful on this server, and when you're lacking the tools to succeed, you'll end up leaving, and not having a good time. Good ol' Pete's application is lacking and/or not showing his ability to roleplay at a steady rate, and that's what usually get's you immediately denied.
Backstory: Your backstory is necessary. It's another key to the lock, which in this case is the way to get accepted/whitelisted. Use this to your advantage, and read the title which says "1-2 LONG Paragraphs". This means we (the staff and whitelisters) are putting our trust onto you so that you can read that simple thing. Use your words wisely. We don't want a backstory, nor do we want something as short as what good ol' Pete made, but we are looking for something that explains your childhood to how you got to the Baja california in a 1-2 paragraph format.
OOC
IGN: Fred3764
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: Played "The Vault" for quite some time.
Why Us: 1. "The vault" was ended. 2. I'm looking for a realistic MC Fallout Mix. 3. I just love both Fallout and Minecraft a mix is always nice.
Time You Can Dedicate: Probably 2-3 hours (If its the weekend i can spend more time sometimes)
IC
Name: Wanderer.
Gender: Male.
Age: 32
Appearance: A battered Wastelander never without his Vault 42 jumpsuit.
Fears: (These aren't "Fears" more of a physical condition due to the Vaults Poor lighting) Light burns his Eyes he needs his protective Eye wear or he might go blind. Other than that Fire is his fear because the light and the burning.
Personality: A bit paranoid about strangers. Loyal to friends tries to avoid combat if unnecessary.
Occupation: As he is now he has none he has wandered through Post-apocalyptic America for about 15 years.
Skills: (this shouldn't be I have the best skills with guns mining repairing etc.): Handy with a gun and Skilled with computers.
Nickname (Optional): If asked for his name he will just tell you to call him Steve.
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*wandering on a road*
Stranger: Howdy there! want to trade?
Wanderer: Sure what you got?
Stranger: Advice its just 5 caps away.
Wanderer: Well...Why not?
Stranger: *sits down and motions Him to join by a signpost* Well if you are ever Confused, Lost, Forgotten and thrown away... you are a wanderer just like i am i can tell you are too you have the look of it in your Eyes friend. Whats your name anyways?
Wanderer:Uhh just call me Steve ... Whats yours?
Stranger: Nick Wellington im looking for a friend of mine named Fred Weathers i was presumed dead about 15 years ago by NCR i was forgotten and lost and now i look for my friend if you see him tell him nick says howdy. *starts a campfire*
This encounter seemed important to Wanderer in a strange way he would not remember until later
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):(Wanderer knows little of his past due to an attack by a raider) Wanderer in the past lived in a vault: Vault 42 all the inhabitants had been driven insane because of the low lighting they began to change not just mentally but physically it was obvious that to survive he needed to leave the vault the maintenance crew where the only unaffected Vault dwellers they all had a plan to escape they needed torches to hold off the crazy abominations that where once there parents, friends, loved ones. On the escape most had been ripped apart and eaten but him and five others got to the door Fred (Wanderer) was the only one wearing his Vault-Tec Standard issue "light-out" safety goggles that the crew used to defend against the harsh light of the equipment used by maintenance the rest in a bit of hindsight forgot them. As they opened the Giant vault door the siren lights activated blinding the abominations, And his companions it only got worse as the vault door started rolling allowing more light in Fred was also in pain by the light but the others where blind and squirming on the ground screaming the abominations did not like this new light and despite the torches and the sunlight advanced on the blinded team Fred tried to pick them up but they couldn't do it the light was to painful they demanded he close the door and that was not going to happen. Fred assessed the situation pulled out his Blowtorch and took aim the little fire kept the beasts at bay he had to look away from the scene as they ate his Friends. "bad idea" he thought to himself as one leaped an him knocking him to the vaults steel floor he looked up only to be horrified that his older sister was the one attacking him her nails lashed deep in his flesh as she tried to rip his neck and then Fred grabbed his blowtorch crying yelled "I'M SO SORRY!" and torched her eyes as she flailed wildly he kicked her in the chest and she flew off of him the other beasts did not like this and ignored the bloody hunks that moments ago were his friends and co-workers and charged. Fred quickly regained his footing and ran from the horrors of the vault as he ran he closed his eyes to avoid the pain of the light he did this for a long time he had no idea what he hit when he hit it but he fall to the dirt. "Uhh... Echo two? this is Gamma five, We got a live one here terminate?" the hulking metal man looked at Fred his curiousness was felt as he grabbed his collar and hoisted him up "Who are you kid?" "m...my name..." "OUT WITH IT!" the metal man yelled "Fred! i'm Fred! leave me alone!" he tried to run but didn't get to far "Oh no you don't!" he then bashed his head with the butt of his Plasma rifle. Days roll by. loud explosions are heard outside blowing the door open a few NCR rangers storm the small complex freeing prisoners as they go one opens his cell door "I'm an NCR ranger get out now before they get back wait outside for us okay?!" "Okay!" the NCR charge out the doors a few hours later "follow us!" two out of the four remain. "I'm Nick Wellington i suppose your not from around here? the rest were raiders common looters your different that jumpsuit makes it clear what are you doing here?" "Uhh...he looked for a (believable answer) Our vaults water chip failed! uhh...I needed to find a new one!" Nick eyes him confused "What the hell is a Water chip?". As he leaves days later he is given a few things for the road : A pistol some ammo and a rucksack full of supplies as the days went by he went back to visit Nick they became good friends but one day he wasn't there "Secret assignment" NCR troopers told him he will be back in a few weeks. A month passes nothing. Fred goes the the base for the last time "He died... legion patrol massacred him he wanted to give you this *hands Fred a diary* silent Fred leaves and he wrights in the empty pages that Nick didn't wright on and after a few years as a radio man something happened. The sound of shattering was heard downstairs Fred got his Gun and ran downstairs there was nothing he could see "Damn kids" suddenly a baseball bat cracked on Fred's skull instantly knocking him out cold. He woke up later that night only to realize he has no idea who he is or where he is. The raider took the gun the book and a few things and sold them at a local store bought some psycho and OD'ed at a party. Fred wandered a lonely road after that day only knowing he is from Vault 42 and maybe it has answers. After meeting a familiar stranger he gave himself a name: Wanderer.
(Hopefully this is acceptable if there is any problem PM me and ill try to fix it)
Sadly, it will not, but I read your app before the topic disappeared and I remember enough. I wasn't going to say anything as to accepted or not since we don't even have a host yet, but I remember enough of your app to make my decision, and you would have been accepted.
Check out my guide on how to apply for a server!
p.s i love the staff for the map, you guys are awesome and i cant forget you witty. can't wait for the release of the new server
IGN: itz_michael
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: lots and lots. I played on the previous WNC as a part of the NCR.
Why Us: Love a good Fallout RP server and im excited about the new guns
Time You Can Dedicate: Not to sure. usually 3 hours on week days, but more hours on weekends
IC
Name: Michael Willcroft
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Appearance: dark skinned male with brown hair.
Fears: the generals death, the annihilation of BCR
Personality: witty, very loyal. Young but very experienced when it comes to survival
Occupation: former NCR Sergeant. Looking for BCR recruitment
Skills: Just guns. a very good shot
Nickname (Optional): Mike
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Civilain: well, well if it isnt the NCR...
Michael: oh great! listen pedestrian I'm on a very important mission and I really must be going.
Civilian: *clearly drugged out* wweeelll.. whaattt thheee misssion bosss?
Michael: Please I dont have time for this and your lucky im not taking you to NCR jail for overdosage on chems.
Civilain: thhhaaat ittt geettt eemm' bbboooyysss!! *armed chem attics appear
Michael: *dodges for cover and pulls his sniper* Four versus one. I got this! *Michael fires*
*four heads hit the floor*
Michael: *radios in* Roads clear bring in the troops!
NCR Radio: Copy that sir!
Michael: *reloads four bullets into his gun chamber*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Michael was born in the Mojave Wasteland near New Vegas where he was abandoned as a child for his "color". One evening a traveling Merchant had came by a dusty road only to find a small basket with a little baby boy inside.It was Michael, luckily it was only a few hours since he was dropped off. The merchant had gave him some spare food to keep him alive til he reached the next town. 8 years later Michael would travel often with his "father" who taught him to bargain, sell, but most iimportantly; handle a gun! Michael helped his father til the age of 16, where Michael then became strong enough to be on his own.
Sadly Michael was a below average merchant and was not entirely respected for his products. Michael started to run out of caps and became very poor and unhealthy. Michael had no choice but to submit an application to any nearby bases. He sent applications to the Followers, The Kings, The Powder Ganger, and anybody else in the Mojave. All rejected! Until one day a dashing young lad in a green worn out suit stood over Michael, "Here he is, Michael Willcroft, age 22." said the man. "Im the General of the local militia the NCR, and i hereby offer you to lend me your services into the army." Suprised Michael joined in an instant. He was taken to Hoover Dam where he was trained to become better and stronger as a veteran scout sniper. As years past the Mojave become less and less useful towards the NCR. So they moved on and became the BCR. All while Sergeant Michael awaits his transport application to be approved so he may enter the Baja...
Michael WillCroft
I hope i get in I have n=been looking for a hardcore fallout server. and will i need to do a BOS app as you can see i want to be in :biggrin.gif:
IGN: drnomercy
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: Ive been playing roleplay servers for a long time, I know a good roleplay.
Why Us: It looks like a good server, plus I love fallout and roleplay!
Time You Can Dedicate: 3-5 hours, possibly more on the weekends.
IC
Name: Ethan Tran
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Brown eyes and hair, height is 5'9, skinny, large scar in left arm.
Fears: Spiders, ghosts, hauntings
Personality: Easily angered, easily impressed, a bit stubborn, tries to be nice to anyone he wants to be nice to.
Occupation: Adventurer, hunter, merchant, or bounty hunter if I had the armor and weapons.
Skills: Sharp Shooter, Marathon runner, Alchemist, Medical skills.
Nickname (Optional): Doctor
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Ethan: *breaths slowly* We need to run...
Eli: What?! Shut the hell up and get up.
Ethan: I know...but we need...to go...NOW!*throws smoke bomb on ground*
Eli: *cough* Agh what the hell?!
Ethan: Ah...the feeling of not being seen...How does it feel like to you?
Eli: Oh god, what are you going to do??
Ethan: Oh...I told you...you better run.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
I was born in a town called Alcemis, a small town, not so big. There wasn't much to do there except for sit around and maybe [if you had the money] have a drink at the local bar. It was ordeninary, it was decent, but there was something wrong about it.
As you know, since there wasn't anything to do, I always went into my studys, but not the...regular studys. I would sit in my basement and test on things. I would find a rat sitting on the ground, and use it. Everything was useful to me, so I used everything I could find. I would do some testing with my...lets just say drinks. It wasn't the best thing to do, nor what a kid would do, but it was something.
Everyday I would work on my things. It was the one thing I wanted to make, a bomb. Ah yes, a bomb, but not like a regular bomb, something so different. As I thought, there is always something new, so bombs is what I Thought. This bomb wasnt just a regular bomb, oh no, it was a type of...poison bomb. It wouldnt explode, but it would hurt you. I worked for days and days until finally, I created it. As I tested it on a rat, it made the rat have damage, but not die. It would get into your lungs and hurt your skin. Oh...I made a weapon, I thought, and on the right time.
I jumped with excitment. I jumped up the stairs, going to tell my mother, until I heard things. Things that you wouldnt want to hear. Slashing, gun shots, an attack. I jumped back down the basement, drowned in fear, I sat there in the shadows, trying to keep into a stealthy mode, until I had a thought. I wanted to stand up, ad now I could. I ran upstairs with my poison bombs, and found something...shocking. My mother. Dead. And my father. standing above her with a knife. I was hurt, hurt so badly in my stomach, and almost fell. I took a grip onto my bomb, and stared at my father. He was covered in blood, looked a bit restless, and angry. I knew I had to do it.
My last words to him was...why did you do it? He took a glance at me, than my dead mother, and said, She was a stupid *****, all she ever did was clean, and she refused to fight the attackers that were coming. My atitude turned into a mad cow. I raised the bomb, and threw it at him. Slowly, he started to suffer. Suffer with all he did. Suffer, just suffer. As it worn off, he was on the ground, covered with his own puke. I grabed the knife on the counter, and threw it.
It wasnt over. I stormed through the door, and all I heard were gunshots. I was standing right in the middle of a warfare. I dived down and took cover. Still getting shot at, I made a run for it. I ran. I just ran until I couldnt run anymore.
When I stoped, I was drenched with sweat. I fell to the ground in exaustion, looked up, and saw bright lights. There it is, a city ive been hearing about. I could start here. It was a groundbreaking sight. I struggled to stand, and walked into the city. I was home.
Years pass, I lived in that city for a decently long time. I worked at a store, I was hired as a cashier. Once in awhile id hunt some game and sell it around town. Now its a new life. Time to start all over again. First, to go retrieve that recipe. The weapon making, automatic torture machine. My creation, my bomb.
My backround didnt go into paragraphs, I dont know why D:
The server is down and we're making a new one called Fallout Operation Breakpoint!
We're still planning everything so we won't whitelist anyone for now!
In remembrance of the great server that had over 600+ pages on its forum, many many players(+30 people), good RP, great staff.
Fallout: War Never Changes ::: Guns ::: Factions ::: Serious RP ::: Detailed Lore ::: Plugins Bukkit :::
As that fat lady who makes cookies in Matrix Revolutions said,
Everything that has a beginning has an end
Rest In Peace, Fallout: War Never Changes
Sojer why were you so inactive XD. The server dies and all of a sudden I IZ SOJER AND I'M BACKZ :biggrin.gif:. I could of used your help :tongue.gif:
~Witty and the rest of the Fallout: Operation Breakpoint staff!~
IGN: T3hHippie
Age: 19
Role-Play Exp.: I have only played on one Minecraft role-playing server for a couple of months, however...I have countless experience playing Xbox 360 role-playing games; e.g. (Fallout 3, Fallout New vegas - have the originals but I coulden't stand the turn-based combat, Oblivion, Skyrim, Fable 1/2/3, Dragon Age 1/2, Deus Ex, etc...)
Why Us: Well I just recently started playing Minecraft again and I wanted to play some multiplayer. I seen a Fallout-themed server, except it just close down right when i submitted an application. Then, suddenly, I find this posting and to be honest, I went batsh*t crazy.
Time You Can Dedicate: It depends but atleast 3 hours a day.
IC
Name: Rock (Last name unknown)
Gender: Male
Age: 247 years old, born April 25, 2045. Rock was 32 when the bombs fell
Appearance: Standing 10ft tall, weighing 925lbs. Skin as green as nuclear waste,and skin as thick as metal. Rock wears his old armor that was given to him at Mariposa Military Base with some added armor.
Fears: Unexplored territory, people he doesn't know
Personality: Rock is very careful in what he does. He doesn't want to upset anyone or anything, he believes everything has a purpose evil or not. He wants unity in the world and will do everything he can to get it. Rock is an intelligent super-mutant unlike most of the others, and its what seperates him from the rest.
Occupation: When rock was human, he was shoe salesman. When the bombs fell and when he was forced to undergo the FEV, he became a top soldier even advancing the rank to Captain.
Skills: Rock is very good with heavy weapons, as well everything super mutant. He has basic knowledge of armor and technology (e.g. redstone). When he was a human he grew up in a farm, so he knows the basics of farming. Has an IQ of 134.
Nickname : Hippie
RP Example: It's a bit cliche, but I like it.
Rock:*Whistling* (Rock is walking down a deserted road)
Unkown: HELP! HELP! PLEASE HELP US!
Rock: What is that I hear?
Rock: OH SH*T! HANG ON I'MA COMING!
Unkown: OH, well i'll be a monkeys uncle. It's a damn muty.
Rock: What, I herd screems. Is this...is this, a trap?
Raider: You bet your damn ass it is. Get'em, boys.
Rock: Please, I don't want to have to do this. I will share some of my food with you but thats it, I don't want to...want to...hurt you.
Raider 2: SHUT THA FAWK UP, YOU DEEESCUSTING TRASH.
Backstory:
The day the bombs fell, Rock was at someones house trying to sell the new pair of Ekin 1.0001 shoes, until...CRASH-BOOM-SLAM, bombs were dropping. The bombs were not dropping near by but loud enough and bright enough that you could see them from anywhere. Quickly, Rock ran out of the house and headed to the nearest bomb shelter - the best free and public one in America, even though small (Only could hold 40 people). Rock had no family, his father and mother died in a car accident when he was 5 and was living place to place in foster homes so he had nothing to get. After the bombs stopped and the shelter, with only 10 people in it, since no one else could make it in time, had ran out of food. Rock and the others had to leave. Rock went on by himself, travelling the roads, looking for people until..
*FASTFORWARD* TO 2110 MARCH 32 - ROCK AGE 65
Rock was travelling the roads, looking for people until...he found people. However, these people were greenish, huge, and smelly. Strength only matched with a bull. He grabbed his combat knife and headed closer to have a look. He grabbed his homemade telescope to see what it was and shouted accidentally "MUTANTS?" Then a loud thud came, and Rock woke up looking like them.
*FASTFORWARD* TO 2162 (DATE UNKOWN) - ROCK AGE 107, CAPTAIN OF SUPER-MUTANT ARMY
When the vault dweller came and destroyed my second home, Rock was lost and not a clue what to do. Rock travelled the roads once again - hiding from civilization because of what he had done. He loved books, and read thousands of them even in the wastes it seemed like the only thing left was books. Eventually Rock tried to interact with people but always got turned down because of what he was, people were scared of him. Rock eventually found a poster, the poster read:
ALL MUTANTS, GHOULS, AND HUMANS;
ALL ARE WELCOME IN THE MOJAVE;
ALL ARE FREE TO ROAM;
YOU WON'T BE TURNED AWAY;
COME TO THE MOAJVE;
ALL ARE WELCOME.
Not knowing that there was any people in the Mojave, he went there. Trying to seek a new life. Hoping to fix everything that he did. Thinking that he could fix the world, no matter what.
- T3hHippie
- T3hHippie