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    Hey, it's been a good while. Any word on me, or any updates about the server?

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    Patience.
    It seems the staff has a wee bit on their plate. Don't triple post. It'll be reviewed when it does. Just chill out

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    So, any word or decisions made about me?

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    Wait, Echoes?
    With Earl and all them? Well shoot, don't yall remember what happened? Earl got mad at me for no reason, bullied me in the Skype chat, I revolted and he kicked me off the server from being a builder.

    Right after I was kicked off, they added me back to the skype chat and berated me, to which I showed Soul because he was the only person I knew to come to about that. Sure, I made some phallic objects here and there as a joke, but hell everyone did. I still built my fair share.

    I had no idea this was the server after that. Hell, that was even older than 2 years. I can find the screenshots I sent Soul to prove it. Hell, my last server I played on, AoOF, I was on the right track, I was leader of the Raider faction, I was doing good, I was a builder, and hell I was about to become a Trial Mod, before Angel gave the server over to Blue (NOT BLUESTUDIOES.. i think) instead of Comfy, and then Blue banned me because he didn't like what I was doing with the OK Raiders, as well as because a small child was RPing a supermutant horribly wrong, and several admins agreed with me, but the kid whined to Blue. Shortly after, the server was shut down.

    Tkashi, I'd love to discus this more and show you any evidence I have, or referrals from admins from other servers I have played on. My skype is in the spoiler. I'd rather take this off the forums so people can focus on the whitelisting and making apps.


    matthew.dejong1

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    How am I embarrassing myself?
    It's been two whole years since I've played a single minecraft RP server.
    Just because of a couple bans from servers two years ago I can't play a server now? Is there no chance, nothing? No "Hey, maybe since it's been so long he won't be such a bad player anymore"?


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    So, because of two year old bans that I thought I didn't need to list I'm banned permanently?
    Honestly, I thought the ban list was about bans from this server, or this server's previous version. Not bans like, for every server. If I had known that, I would have listed. I haven't even been on the minecraft scene in over a year.
    What's also silly, is the fact that I wasn't told about this, so I had to wait a good week or longer to even find out.
    That's kinda silly.

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    Hey, the whitelister who checked my app and denied me because of my skin, still hasn't replied about my skin. I posted it on here and sent it to him like, weeks ago and still nothing. His name is Nemoy, can someone help me out here?

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    I'm still waiting on my whitelist, I sent and posted my fixed skin to the guy and put it on the forums.
    :/

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    Well, here's the skin. The skin viewer I used didnt show any of the hat or anything, it all was just flat. Sorry about that, this is much better

    https://gyazo.com/cffe823facbc15ad8d0a59bf406d9b81

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    Quote from Bard252»
    DEVILSPOET HERE

    OOC:
    IGN: bard252 Age (Optional): Skype name (Optional for the group chat/faction chats): matthew.dejong1 Time Zone: Pacific Prior Bans and reasons: lol Define Role-play: RP is to take the life of someone you would never be able to, and see life from their perception, and actions, in their life Define Powergaming: Doing unrealistic things, or taking control of other people's actions Define Metagaming: Using OOC info IC Previous roleplay experience: SoOF, AoOF, The Vault, Wild Wasteland, etc. Most Fallout servers I've been on, and usually a builder. Previous Fallout experience: 200+ hours in both console Fallouts, beaten all but PS2 Fallout Have you read the rules?: Mhmm Write any further questions here: IC: Character Name: John Cain Age: 234 Gender: Male Race: Ghoul Appearance (Please include an in-game screenshot of your skin): https://gyazo.com/bb4d4c388555e4c1e6d8eace95b5f4cb
    An old war ghoul, his battle worn face scarred by years in the wasteland. He wears a simple set of clothes, covered with marks of his old lives. His face is covered by a mask to keep our the elements. He towers over most, at 6'5". He is a mix between muscular and skinny, due to the fact that he is a ghoul. His eyes are cold, with a scar on his face from the beginning of the war. Strengths: Stubborn. He's headstrong, tackling problems head on without much thinking. He very much likes to get things done efficiently however. Weaknesses: Unsympathetic for the most part. Weakness for children, or harm to children or women. He is tired. So tired. Weakness to drinking. Impatient. S.P.E.C.I.A.L. (Like in the games, you have 40 points to allocate. You must have at least one point in each, and cannot have more than ten.):
      Strength: 7
      Perception: 4
      Endurance: 6
      Charisma: 4
      Intelligence: 6
      Agility: 6
    Luck: 7
    Character Biography (Please include at least two quality paragraphs):
    Boom. (WARNING, LONG)

    He watched the bombs drop. He wasn't home then. His wife was, as were his children. He watched their atomic rain fall down, shadowing the earth with the screams of the innocent. It wasn't meant to be like this. The war changed mankind. It changed him.

    33. That was his age. October. It's all he remembers from it. His first name was John. His birth name. After the bombs dropped, he as a man changed. His name changed, aswell. Cain was born in rural New York City, into an immigrant family from Spain, the . They weren't poor, but they weren't well off. They did alright. His mother worked at a press factor, while his father recently left the military. He had two brothers, Jefe. the oldest. and Mark. John was the youngest, his mother and father deciding to give him a more Americanized name. They decided on John, from the bible. He was a wonderful child. He did well in sports, enjoyed baseball, and did whatever American kid did back then. Enjoy life. Sometimes bits and pieces come back to him, the good and bad, like how his first kiss was little Susie in 6th grade, or how his brother Jefe tried to drown him as a kid in the bath tub because he wanted to be the youngest still.
    Jefe was... a special child. He had a lot of special needs. In his teens, before John was born, his parents took him to a psychiatrist, due to a traumatic experience when he was younger involving two dogs and a chew toy. Jefe suffered brain damage, and, as a result, ended up into a psychopathic murderer in his later years.
    Mark, however, was the wonder child. Good grades, good looking, kind. John looked up to him, and Mark treated John like gold. Perhaps that was part of the reason Jefe tried to drown him. Mark ended up joining the Navy on a contract, but later died at sea during the Great War.

    So here lies John, the youngest. His mother and father didn't have much time to care for their children, so that duty fell on Mark. John had his troubles in school, the usual American teen struggle. Heart breaks, proms, bullying, falling in love, working hard. He was a good kid. After highschool he attended Alabama State University, earning his Engineering degree. During college, he met the love of his life, Maria. They dated through college, and married soon after graduation. Around this time, John knew about the war going on, and being the all American boy he was, enlisted as an officer in the Corps of Engineers in the Army in 2067. He was later deployed to Alaska to fight the communists, doing demolitions and building bridges, while commanding troops. He achieved the rank of Captain before being discharged from the Army for leg injuries in 2072. By this time, he and Maria had a child. A girl, named Lela. She was 4 when John was discharged.
    After being discharged from the Army with honorable mentions, he got a well paying job at RobCo as a factory Supervisor, and Maria had already been working at a local Super-Duper Mart. Luckily, the factory was not far from their house, due to RobCo building housing for the workers so they could easily commute together. Every day during his break, he would stare at his house, longing to spend moe time with his wife and child. To this day he still wishes he spent more time.

    It's 2077 now. It's October, John's working late, and Maria is pregnant at home with another child, this time a boy. He smiles. Today is a good day. He had picked up a bouquet and some fancy wine, and a nice bicycle for Lela. The clock strikes 9. One more hour and he can go home and see his beautiful wife and child. He is happy today. Very happy. He yawns, and goes on his evening break. It's 9:35 now, he dozed just a little bit. He was awoken to air raid sirens. RobCo had a contingency plan for this, due to even more rising tensions with China, with their nuclear threats. Each factory has a bomb shelter underneath, room for all their families. John runs to the window looking over the houses, and sees people panicking, scrambling below. He rushes out, and runs home, forgetting about his car. It's 9:40. He gathers his wife and child, both scared and half dazed. They have no time to pack. But Maria stops. She can't run, she can't go on. The baby is kicking, she says. John has tears in his eyes. He doesn't want to leave them. Maria tells him to go, take Lela with him. John tries to stay. It's 9:43, the clock is ticking. He lets go of Maria's hand, yelling his last I love you that he would ever say. John take's Lela's hand, taking her with him to the factor, to the bomb shelter. To what was supposed to be safety. They are the last ones in. The door closes. It's dark. Someone's watch reads 9:47. Everyone is scared, the babies crying, children wetting themselves, husbands and wives holding each other. Crash. Boom. They're so close. the bombs. John holds onto Lela, tears running down from losing Maria and his unborn child. It was going to be a son, their son.
    Suddenly a bomb comes close. Too close. The shelter rocks, and cracks and breaks, killing several families. John and Lela huddle to the corner, whimpering, scared. John just wants it over, he can't live without Maria. A white light flashes, blinding everyone left momentarily. The shelter crumbles, and rocks. John is knocked out.

    John woke up, his skin burning, his throat dry and raspy. He looked around, dizzy and disoriented. It was two days later. The bodies in the shelter had started slowly rotting. In his arms he held the last love of his life, Lela. She didn't make it, she didn't survive. Almost no one did. He was left alive and another man, his skin too burning like a thousand suns. John pukes beside him, seeing all the bodies, and looks back at Lela. He can't believe she's gone, he tries to cry but he can't. He's too dehydrated and weak to cry. He couldn't comprehend that God had allowed him to live while so many others died. He looks around, the only things in his mind survival and his family. He gets up shakily and dizzily, looking down to see a couple of skin flakes from his arms. He shrugs it off, and finds emergency rations, quickly eating them, but realizing it was a bad idea and pukes. The man left alive, unconscious, his legs crushed by rubble. He knew he had to get out. For days he pried away at the rubble blocking the only exit, living off only emergency rations and irradiated bottled water. He felt he was going insane, in a room full of corpses slowly rotting, including his own daughter's. Days later, he finally was able to make an opening through the rubble using a fire axe and crowbar. He packed as much food and water he could in a small bug out bag someone had brang, and took his first steps out into the world.

    It was bright. He had to shield his eyes from it. He could barely see. Fires were still going. In some places he felt he would puke, probably from the mass amounts of radiation. He saw demolished houses, trees flat, and dead bodies. So many dead bodies, rushing to get to the factories where the bomb shelters were. It was sickening. Upon leaving his own shelter, he realized he wasn't the same man anymore. There was no way he could be. Remembering his days in catholic school, he decided on a more fitting name for himself. Cain, for he is who who restlessly wanders the earth.

    Skip to a year later. It's anarchy. His hair began falling out a couple months after the bombs dropped. His skin burned and peeled like a 3rd degree sunburn. He met another like him, Adam. They traveled together. Cain never knew much about Adam, only that he was more advanced in the process of what is now known as ghoulification, as well as the fact that Adam was a researcher before the bombs dropped. Now he was a wanderer like Cain. They both heard of a place where the could get help, in DC. It was a good state away, but together they could make it. Eventually, they reached the Underworld, full of people like them, in varying stages. Cain quickly felt at home. After a while, Cain's skin rotted away, and his hair fell out, and his voice got raspy and he got sick. He was scared. He looked in the dirty broken mirror and he was scared at what he was now. If Maria and Lela were still alive, would they still love him as their father? Adam helped make sure Cain never went crazy. They shared stories together. They went outside together. They became peace keepers in the Underworld, removing those who couldn't comprehend what was happening. But everyone succumbs to craziness somehow. They all had to, to survive in this wasteland. Adam went first. One night he woke up screaming, saying he was a zombie, begging for Cain to kill him. One shot to the head. Cain knew mercy, and helped Adam find sanctity in the hands of God. Cain left after that.

    For years, Cain traveled, gathering stories from all over, ghouls like him, regular people with better shelters and better luck. They were scared of him. He was shunned and shot at and looked at as a monster. He never could find a place to settle down. So he wandered. For a long, long time he wandered. He wandered from his old warzone of Alaska, down to the bottom tip of Mexico. He was shunned in most places, but accepted in only a few. He was still scared of what he was becoming. But he adapted, as did the wasteland. For he was Cain, he who walks the Earth restless and weary. He kept the memory of his family always in his mind, always pestering him. Some nights he would wake up ready to blow his own brains out because he missed them, because he hated this world, he hated himself. But a little voice, always swearing that it was Lela's, told him to go on. That there was something more for him. And there was. He found another group like him, Ghouls they called themselves. They accepted him, baptizing him again in the name of the Atom. They were a cult, Cain knew, but he didn't care. He fit in with a bunch of bible thumping crazy zombies. They called themselves Knights of the Blue Cross. He still wears the symbol. He traveled with them for a long while, being shunned away for their looks and beliefs. He resented what mankind had become, a group of scared, driveling, neanderthals. He always wished it could go back to the old way, back to when it was simple. Working regular hours, coming home to a nice warm bed, loving family, and good meal. He always misses it. He always will.

    Fast forward 150 so years. The Knights of the Blue Cross were disbanded, after being raided by a settlement they camped near one night. They were slaughtered. Cain has escaped barely with his life, but not before being branded with a Y across his face. To this day he doesn't know what it means. Now he is again wandering, always lost, always searching. He has grown weary. Tired, always hungry for his previous life. His travels have lead him back up to Canada, a place he enjoyed a lot. It felt clean. It felt almost peaceful, if you didn't mind the constant warring factions, nuclear winters, and hostile locals. It reminded him of his previous life. He saddles up to Niagara falls, always enjoying the water falls. It helps him get peace. Clear his head. Like likes to come here every 50 years or so. It's changed, being a whole lot less irradiated. but There is no escaping the Shadows of the Old World. He hears shuffling behind him. He whips around just in time to see a baseball bat come slamming down on his head, and hear a bag rustling and being put over his head. The next thing he remembers is waking up with nothing but the clothes on his back outside the town of Niagara, robbed. He sighs, and heads in. Time to start again.


    Roleplay Scenario: Time: 3:18 P.M. Location: 14 miles South of Niagara As you're walking north along a desolate highway when you spot two large black birds circling in the sky in the distance. To the east, large thunderheads loom on the horizon. Hopeful to avoid the storm, you begin to walk a bit more briskly; scanning the area to find shelter from the radioactive downpour. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene, you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene, you can see that it is a Merchant Caravan that has been hit, likely by raiders. The merchant lies bloody and beaten to death near a slaughtered Brahman, blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from her caravan shotgun scattered around her corpse. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his left leg had been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt. Bag contents: 1x 10mm Pistol 4x 10mm Pistol rounds 1x bottle of dirty water 2x Mentants 1x Salisbury steak 1x Squirrel on a stick 1x small radio (functional) 1x Stimpak 1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies) What do you do?: Cain would immediately break out his single stimpack and half used first aid kit. He would first check the surroundings, having his 10mm at the ready, and then check the first guard, who he finds has no pulse. He would sigh, looking up at the sky and cursing at himself for being too "caring". He'd move his hand away from his 10mm, and grab his medical supplies, going to the obviously alive guard, popping a pack of mentants for that extra "Oomph".
    "Are you alright?" JCain would ask in his raspy voice, to which the guard laughs, and replies "**** no! I'm not ****ing alright! Get help you asshole!".
    Cain shake his head, tearing away the fabric around the guard's blown off leg. He'd take what medical supplies and tried to wrap gauze around the open wound, stabbing the guard with the stimpack first.
    "**** man, get out of here. Just put a bullet in my brain, and take the rest of the **** the raiders didn't take. You look like the grim ****ing reaper anyways".
    Cain shakes his head again, mouthing "No", and helps the guard hobble to the caravan, seeing the clouds getting darker, he knows he needs to find cover, but there is none. He instead sees the remnants of the caravan, the cloth covering and wooden cart. He scavenges what he can from the left over things the raiders didn't want, and start pulling the wooden cart over the guard. The guard is near passed out now. Cain slaps him hard, and hands him his bottle of water and a squirrel on a stick. The guard looks at it, and starts quickly drinking the water. Cain shakes his head, a third time, and starts using his radio to try and get a frequency to get help. There isn't much hope in this weather. He hears the rain start hitting the cart, and hopes for the best, that someone comes by and notices, and the rain lets up. He checks to see that the guard is breathing heavily. It's all he could do, Cain thinks, it's in god's hands now.

    Please read the actual post, the formatting got goofed up
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    Sorry haha, accidentally pressed enter. Check it now.

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    WHATS UP PEOPLE, THEDEVILSPOET HERE

    OOC:


    IGN: bard252

    Age (Optional):

    Skype name (Optional for the group chat/faction chats): matthew.dejong1

    Time Zone: Pacific

    Prior Bans and reasons: lol

    Define Role-play: RP is to take the life of someone you would never be able to, and see life from their perception, and actions, in their life

    Define Powergaming: Doing unrealistic things, or taking control of other people's actions

    Define Metagaming: Using OOC info IC

    Previous roleplay experience: SoOF, AoOF, The Vault, Wild Wasteland, etc. Most Fallout servers I've been on, and usually a builder.

    Previous Fallout experience: 200+ hours in both console Fallouts, beaten all but PS2 Fallout

    Have you read the rules?: Mhmm

    Write any further questions here:


    IC:


    Character Name: John Cain

    Age: 234

    Gender: Male

    Race: Ghoul

    Appearance (Please include an in-game screenshot of your skin):https://gyazo.com/cffe823facbc15ad8d0a59bf406d9b81
    An old war ghoul, his battle worn face scarred by years in the wasteland. He wears a simple set of clothes, covered with marks of his old lives. His face is covered by a mask to keep our the elements. He towers over most, at 6'5". He is a mix between muscular and skinny, due to the fact that he is a ghoul. His eyes are cold, with a scar on his face from the beginning of the war.

    Strengths: Stubborn. He's headstrong, tackling problems head on without much thinking. He very much likes to get things done efficiently however.

    Weaknesses: Unsympathetic for the most part. Weakness for children, or harm to children or women. He is tired. So tired. Weakness to drinking. Impatient.

    S.P.E.C.I.A.L. (Like in the games, you have 40 points to allocate. You must have at least one point in each, and cannot have more than ten.):


    • Strength: 7
    • Perception: 4
    • Endurance: 6
    • Charisma: 4
    • Intelligence: 6
    • Agility: 6
    • Luck: 7

    Character Biography (Please include at least two quality paragraphs):
    Boom. (WARNING, LONG)

    He watched the bombs drop. He wasn't home then. His wife was, as were his children. He watched their atomic rain fall down, shadowing the earth with the screams of the innocent. It wasn't meant to be like this. The war changed mankind. It changed him.

    33. That was his age. October. It's all he remembers from it. His first name was John. His birth name. After the bombs dropped, he as a man changed. His name changed, aswell. Cain was born in rural New York City, into an immigrant family from Spain, the . They weren't poor, but they weren't well off. They did alright. His mother worked at a press factor, while his father recently left the military. He had two brothers, Jefe. the oldest. and Mark. John was the youngest, his mother and father deciding to give him a more Americanized name. They decided on John, from the bible. He was a wonderful child. He did well in sports, enjoyed baseball, and did whatever American kid did back then. Enjoy life. Sometimes bits and pieces come back to him, the good and bad, like how his first kiss was little Susie in 6th grade, or how his brother Jefe tried to drown him as a kid in the bath tub because he wanted to be the youngest still.
    Jefe was... a special child. He had a lot of special needs. In his teens, before John was born, his parents took him to a psychiatrist, due to a traumatic experience when he was younger involving two dogs and a chew toy. Jefe suffered brain damage, and, as a result, ended up into a psychopathic murderer in his later years.
    Mark, however, was the wonder child. Good grades, good looking, kind. John looked up to him, and Mark treated John like gold. Perhaps that was part of the reason Jefe tried to drown him. Mark ended up joining the Navy on a contract, but later died at sea during the Great War.

    So here lies John, the youngest. His mother and father didn't have much time to care for their children, so that duty fell on Mark. John had his troubles in school, the usual American teen struggle. Heart breaks, proms, bullying, falling in love, working hard. He was a good kid. After highschool he attended Alabama State University, earning his Engineering degree. During college, he met the love of his life, Maria. They dated through college, and married soon after graduation. Around this time, John knew about the war going on, and being the all American boy he was, enlisted as an officer in the Corps of Engineers in the Army in 2067. He was later deployed to Alaska to fight the communists, doing demolitions and building bridges, while commanding troops. He achieved the rank of Captain before being discharged from the Army for leg injuries in 2072. By this time, he and Maria had a child. A girl, named Lela. She was 4 when John was discharged.
    After being discharged from the Army with honorable mentions, he got a well paying job at RobCo as a factory Supervisor, and Maria had already been working at a local Super-Duper Mart. Luckily, the factory was not far from their house, due to RobCo building housing for the workers so they could easily commute together. Every day during his break, he would stare at his house, longing to spend moe time with his wife and child. To this day he still wishes he spent more time.

    It's 2077 now. It's October, John's working late, and Maria is pregnant at home with another child, this time a boy. He smiles. Today is a good day. He had picked up a bouquet and some fancy wine, and a nice bicycle for Lela. The clock strikes 9. One more hour and he can go home and see his beautiful wife and child. He is happy today. Very happy. He yawns, and goes on his evening break. It's 9:35 now, he dozed just a little bit. He was awoken to air raid sirens. RobCo had a contingency plan for this, due to even more rising tensions with China, with their nuclear threats. Each factory has a bomb shelter underneath, room for all their families. John runs to the window looking over the houses, and sees people panicking, scrambling below. He rushes out, and runs home, forgetting about his car. It's 9:40. He gathers his wife and child, both scared and half dazed. They have no time to pack. But Maria stops. She can't run, she can't go on. The baby is kicking, she says. John has tears in his eyes. He doesn't want to leave them. Maria tells him to go, take Lela with him. John tries to stay. It's 9:43, the clock is ticking. He lets go of Maria's hand, yelling his last I love you that he would ever say. John take's Lela's hand, taking her with him to the factor, to the bomb shelter. To what was supposed to be safety. They are the last ones in. The door closes. It's dark. Someone's watch reads 9:47. Everyone is scared, the babies crying, children wetting themselves, husbands and wives holding each other. Crash. Boom. They're so close. the bombs. John holds onto Lela, tears running down from losing Maria and his unborn child. It was going to be a son, their son.
    Suddenly a bomb comes close. Too close. The shelter rocks, and cracks and breaks, killing several families. John and Lela huddle to the corner, whimpering, scared. John just wants it over, he can't live without Maria. A white light flashes, blinding everyone left momentarily. The shelter crumbles, and rocks. John is knocked out.

    John woke up, his skin burning, his throat dry and raspy. He looked around, dizzy and disoriented. It was two days later. The bodies in the shelter had started slowly rotting. In his arms he held the last love of his life, Lela. She didn't make it, she didn't survive. Almost no one did. He was left alive and another man, his skin too burning like a thousand suns. John pukes beside him, seeing all the bodies, and looks back at Lela. He can't believe she's gone, he tries to cry but he can't. He's too dehydrated and weak to cry. He couldn't comprehend that God had allowed him to live while so many others died. He looks around, the only things in his mind survival and his family. He gets up shakily and dizzily, looking down to see a couple of skin flakes from his arms. He shrugs it off, and finds emergency rations, quickly eating them, but realizing it was a bad idea and pukes. The man left alive, unconscious, his legs crushed by rubble. He knew he had to get out. For days he pried away at the rubble blocking the only exit, living off only emergency rations and irradiated bottled water. He felt he was going insane, in a room full of corpses slowly rotting, including his own daughter's. Days later, he finally was able to make an opening through the rubble using a fire axe and crowbar. He packed as much food and water he could in a small bug out bag someone had brang, and took his first steps out into the world.

    It was bright. He had to shield his eyes from it. He could barely see. Fires were still going. In some places he felt he would puke, probably from the mass amounts of radiation. He saw demolished houses, trees flat, and dead bodies. So many dead bodies, rushing to get to the factories where the bomb shelters were. It was sickening. Upon leaving his own shelter, he realized he wasn't the same man anymore. There was no way he could be. Remembering his days in catholic school, he decided on a more fitting name for himself. Cain, for he is who who restlessly wanders the earth.

    Skip to a year later. It's anarchy. His hair began falling out a couple months after the bombs dropped. His skin burned and peeled like a 3rd degree sunburn. He met another like him, Adam. They traveled together. Cain never knew much about Adam, only that he was more advanced in the process of what is now known as ghoulification, as well as the fact that Adam was a researcher before the bombs dropped. Now he was a wanderer like Cain. They both heard of a place where the could get help, in DC. It was a good state away, but together they could make it. Eventually, they reached the Underworld, full of people like them, in varying stages. Cain quickly felt at home. After a while, Cain's skin rotted away, and his hair fell out, and his voice got raspy and he got sick. He was scared. He looked in the dirty broken mirror and he was scared at what he was now. If Maria and Lela were still alive, would they still love him as their father? Adam helped make sure Cain never went crazy. They shared stories together. They went outside together. They became peace keepers in the Underworld, removing those who couldn't comprehend what was happening. But everyone succumbs to craziness somehow. They all had to, to survive in this wasteland. Adam went first. One night he woke up screaming, saying he was a zombie, begging for Cain to kill him. One shot to the head. Cain knew mercy, and helped Adam find sanctity in the hands of God. Cain left after that.

    For years, Cain traveled, gathering stories from all over, ghouls like him, regular people with better shelters and better luck. They were scared of him. He was shunned and shot at and looked at as a monster. He never could find a place to settle down. So he wandered. For a long, long time he wandered. He wandered from his old warzone of Alaska, down to the bottom tip of Mexico. He was shunned in most places, but accepted in only a few. He was still scared of what he was becoming. But he adapted, as did the wasteland. For he was Cain, he who walks the Earth restless and weary. He kept the memory of his family always in his mind, always pestering him. Some nights he would wake up ready to blow his own brains out because he missed them, because he hated this world, he hated himself. But a little voice, always swearing that it was Lela's, told him to go on. That there was something more for him. And there was. He found another group like him, Ghouls they called themselves. They accepted him, baptizing him again in the name of the Atom. They were a cult, Cain knew, but he didn't care. He fit in with a bunch of bible thumping crazy zombies. They called themselves Knights of the Blue Cross. He still wears the symbol. He traveled with them for a long while, being shunned away for their looks and beliefs. He resented what mankind had become, a group of scared, driveling, neanderthals. He always wished it could go back to the old way, back to when it was simple. Working regular hours, coming home to a nice warm bed, loving family, and good meal. He always misses it. He always will.

    Fast forward 150 so years. The Knights of the Blue Cross were disbanded, after being raided by a settlement they camped near one night. They were slaughtered. Cain has escaped barely with his life, but not before being branded with a Y across his face. To this day he doesn't know what it means. Now he is again wandering, always lost, always searching. He has grown weary. Tired, always hungry for his previous life. His travels have lead him back up to Canada, a place he enjoyed a lot. It felt clean. It felt almost peaceful, if you didn't mind the constant warring factions, nuclear winters, and hostile locals. It reminded him of his previous life. He saddles up to Niagara falls, always enjoying the water falls. It helps him get peace. Clear his head. Like likes to come here every 50 years or so. It's changed, being a whole lot less irradiated. but There is no escaping the Shadows of the Old World. He hears shuffling behind him. He whips around just in time to see a baseball bat come slamming down on his head, and hear a bag rustling and being put over his head. The next thing he remembers is waking up with nothing but the clothes on his back outside the town of Niagara, robbed. He sighs, and heads in. Time to start again.


    Roleplay Scenario: Time: 3:18 P.M. Location: 14 miles South of Niagara


    As you're walking north along a desolate highway when you spot two large black birds circling in the sky in the distance. To the east, large thunderheads loom on the horizon. Hopeful to avoid the storm, you begin to walk a bit more briskly; scanning the area to find shelter from the radioactive downpour. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene, you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene, you can see that it is a Merchant Caravan that has been hit, likely by raiders. The merchant lies bloody and beaten to death near a slaughtered Brahman, blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from her caravan shotgun scattered around her corpse. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his left leg had been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.


    Bag contents:

    1x 10mm Pistol

    4x 10mm Pistol rounds

    1x bottle of dirty water

    2x Mentants

    1x Salisbury steak

    1x Squirrel on a stick

    1x small radio (functional)

    1x Stimpak

    1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)


    What do you do?: Cain would immediately break out his single stimpack and half used first aid kit. He would first check the surroundings, having his 10mm at the ready, and then check the first guard, who he finds has no pulse. He would sigh, looking up at the sky and cursing at himself for being too "caring". He'd move his hand away from his 10mm, and grab his medical supplies, going to the obviously alive guard, popping a pack of mentants for that extra "Oomph".
    "Are you alright?" JCain would ask in his raspy voice, to which the guard laughs, and replies "No! I'm not alright! Get help".
    Cain shake his head, tearing away the fabric around the guard's blown off leg. He'd take what medical supplies and tried to wrap gauze around the open wound, stabbing the guard with the stimpack first.
    "Man, get out of here. Just put a bullet in my brain, and take the rest of the stuff the raiders didn't take. You look like the grim reaper anyways".
    Cain shakes his head again, mouthing "No", and helps the guard hobble to the caravan, seeing the clouds getting darker, he knows he needs to find cover, but there is none. He instead sees the remnants of the caravan, the cloth covering and wooden cart. He scavenges what he can from the left over things the raiders didn't want, and start pulling the wooden cart over the guard. The guard is near passed out now. Cain slaps him hard, and hands him his bottle of water and a squirrel on a stick. The guard looks at it, and starts quickly drinking the water. Cain shakes his head, a third time, and starts using his radio to try and get a frequency to get help. There isn't much hope in this weather. He hears the rain start hitting the cart, and hopes for the best, that someone comes by and notices, and the rain lets up. He checks to see that the guard is breathing heavily. It's all he could do, Cain thinks, it's in god's hands now.


    EDIT: Sorry, I posted it uncompleted by accident. Took me 2 hours to do this

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