Who knew? Who knew it would all start with a lousy pawn shop in Grafton? Grafton? I haven't been there in weeks... maybe months.
But word had started circulating among wastelanders about another vault out there and that it all centered on Grafton. They weren't wrong.
To keep it short, found a pseudo-hidden room in the pawn shop which led to some crazy black light hidden messages and a helluva scavenger hunt which took me all across Appalachia.
But I found it; I
It's been a minute; lots to catch up on!
The wasteland has been getting livelier lately and we've taken on two new legionaries. Both were fresh out of one of the vaults and are a married couple. Was kinda the usual pitch: flash some power armor and lasers and all of the newbies get excited and want their own.
But the 47th is definitely very happy to have Atomic_Candyman and Miss_Atomic_Candyman on board.
For some practical matters I've learned how to tweak and install some great
Been helluva few days!
Got the T-60 power armor up and running which was been nice in the nuke zones since it's so much better at filtering out radiation. T-51b is still superior in all other aspects but still; nice to not get fried.
That being said, I'm still incomplete on my T-45d. I'm close but not quite which is a damn shame; I love that armor. I fought all the way through Alaska in it and then some. It's where I feel at home. Soon... I can feel it.
Now, the real news
Don't have a lot of time so keeping it short today.
Got to take the T-51b out for a real test drive about five seconds after I finished repairs on it. Fissure site prime got nuked and out came a scorchbeast queen, as always. Goddam things are endless, it seems.
700 fusion cells, 12 rockets, 5 plasma grenades, and I don't even know how many .308 rounds later and she was dead. Only two other wastelanders there with me. Smallest group I've seen tackle a queen.
Got my C.A.M.P. s
Took the plunge today and relocated my C.A.M.P.. The original monorail site I chose didn't work out, unfortunately. That pylon was too unstable. I walked the track east a bit more and found a better section of track and began construction.
Can't believe I actually ran out of wood! Got a lot of the hard work done. Just a few decisions left to make regarding some structural stuff and then on to some interior decorating.
In major news, I helped take down two scorchbeast queens today.
Found that perfect build site I had been looking for. Someone else, long dead, had built some stairway and ladders to get to the top of the monorail support but the track is intact between two of the supports so it's perfect.
I'm currently trying to source the appropriate building materials. I'm thinking this time I'm going to have to go all metal. It needs to be really structurally strong. And I mean really structurally strong. I will be six or seven stories above ground.
What a day. What a day.
I've decided I want to relocate. Summersville is okay. The bridge has been a decent enough position to hold so far. The turrets have done their jobs: scorched, super mutants, mongrels, mole rats; they've dealt with it all.
But I don't want to deal with any of them, to be honest. I want to get away from these monstrosities. I want to build... higher. I've been thinking about the monorail track a lot since I hit Garrahan Mining Headquarters. Being up that
Got some pretty serious time in my T-45d power armor today. The equipment in Black Water Mine briefly came back to life and I was joined by a few other wastelanders there just to get a few chunks of uranium for whatever. I don't even know what I'll do with my share to be honest. Only thing I can think of are some tritium sights for a few of my guns but that's it.
Ran into a goddam wendigo too. Where did these things come from? And I helped take down a sheepsquatch too. It's like the w
I've made a lot of progress over the past few days and have been way too busy and exhausted to get an entry in but after a day of some recuperation I have some great news: I've finally pieced together an entire set of T-45d and, boy; it feels great.
The timing was excellent as well as mere minutes after completing my repairs nearby Whitesprings was nuked again and I was determined to finally get in there and collect some of the freshly irradiated materials.
And if that wasn't enough I
Started the day on a route reconnaissance with Vexillarian Odin. We hoofed it northeast past Top of the World to the ATLAS Observatory. It was heavily defended by robots.
Most notable was a fully loaded sentry bot that nearly took us out. Those missiles! I've experienced the sentry bots in Whitesprings every time I head out there but being on the other end for the first time... was just glad Odin was there with a set of powered armor and his super sledge.
We made our way inside the
Snow and I were finally joined by fellow Legionary Odin after re-establishing contact with him early last week. We're glad he's still alive. I'm glad Snow is still alive and still find it unbelievable that we just happened to bump into each other just outside of Summersville. Snow has since relocated his base adjacent to mine.
While working on my Order of Tadpole merit badges for the Pioneer Scouts I ran into Vexillarian Odin just outside of the Morgantown Airport. Both of us had cleare
Posted 26 Jan 2016 - 1709
"Look alive, Ladies... we hit the DZ in two minutes." The pilot states over the comms system. Mareth takes his headset off and heads to the door, Tsarg following suit. All of a sudden, Mareth feels a vibration in his suit, then the plane begins to shake a bit.
"Hey, no cell phones on this flight!" the pilot yells to the back. Mareth quickly reached through his suit and disabled the call, then waved up to the front of the plane. The plane started to ease up and stea
A pencil runs across a piece of paper in a flowing fashion. Drawing lines on paper as Sarah MacLachlan plays in the background. Julie needed to take her mind off of being alone for Christmas, so she began to pour herself into her work. Her cell phone rings as she draws, and she places her pencil down to answer it.
"Merry Christmas!" she responds, pretending to be cheery.
"No, Mother. Mareth hasn't called yet," she replies, then pauses and sighs. "I don't know when he's gonna be home."
A man sits in the corner of a barren, semi-lit room. His hands shaking while trying to light a cigarette. Light reflected off of his glasses and balding forehead.
"I knew it, man. I fuckin' knew it. First they poison us all, then they subjugate the living. Next thing you know, we're all slaves and bending to the 'Master's' will. You know what I mean, man?"
He looks over at a doll with a cartoonish smile painted on his face, eyes fixated on a point on the ceiling. The man snerks and takes
The biting cold brushed against Mareth's cheek as he took another pull from his cigar. He looked up and saw a small single-engine plane in the distance.
"Looks like our ride is here." Mareth said looking over to Tsarg, pointing to the plane as it was beginning to touch down. Mareth grabbed his rifle from the tree stump it was leaning against and began to walk in the aircraft's direction. He opened the door to the plane where two gruff looking men sat in the pilot and co-pilot's seats.
Somewhere in Pennsylvania.... Christmas day, T minus four hours to insert.
"Alright, you all... have a seat. There's a lot to cover, so let's get to it," Cavadus barked out as he entered a GP-Large Tent that had been set up in the middle of a field. Chairs were sitting among some wood stoves and tables. Cavadus made his way up to the front of the tent, passing the body-filled chairs and and tables.
"Got word from the Legate, and needless to say... he's got something for us to do. I apolo
A cell phone rings on a coffee table, amid a large holiday gathering. The vibration isn't loud enough to be heard over the numbers of of people taking. The voice mail picks up.
"Hey, this is Julie. I'm not available right now, so leave a message. Bye!"
A tone beeps
"Jules, it's Mareth."
Lightfoot sat outside the tent, still smoking his cigar. A light snow began to fall with the eastward wind blowing into the back of his ball-capped head. "Listen, I'm sorry for leaving you alone o
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Alessia's Bulwark Set
LEVEL 50 CHAMPION 160
(2 items) Adds 1935 Physical Resistance
(3 items) Adds 1064 Max Health
(4 items) Adds 1935 Physical Resistance
(5 items) When you take damage from a melee attack, you have a 15% chance to reduce attacker's Weapon Damage by 10% for 5 seconds
Night Mother's Gaze Set
LEVEL 50 CHAMPION 160
(2 items) Adds 688 Weapon Critical
(3 items) Adds 129 Weapon Damag
As the broken static-y sound laced with a base metallic whoosh that overwhelmed my ears subsides, I'm left with silence. Eerie silence....suddenly I found myself trying to scream, but no sound came that I could hear. I looked around and saw nothing but could tell I was moving. I felt no breeze... heard no sounds...
"So this is what it is like to die," I thought, as the sudden realization hit me. I looked around and relaxed taking in the silence. After I listened for what seemed to be a long
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>Sorry Janice. It had to be done. I know you can change it on your end, and it would save you some grief. I wont tell if you wont. This is mostly for this crews sake. I will be sticking to secrecy protocols in this, well as best I can. I like to think I learn from previous mistakes. but we will see.
Where to start. My updates have been, well lets call it delayed, for many reasons. One
Laying down with 4 wounds screaming at me while I recover laying in a collapsed position not real condusive to being comfortable, but it felt good to lay there. Then I hear a softer version of Toby's voice near me, "Mother?"
"Yes?" I gently replied noting his different tone.
"Is it okay if I .... change... I think I can help you better. This one wants to help mother better"
I couldn't help but smile in my pain, my heart full that my friend is there with me while so much is going on
I can understand why that PL5 never had ships come back, though there is still something odd about that system we discovered going through the nebula. There was a red sun and one rotational terran with a moon. We navigated through the nebula avoiding charged areas that the scanners picked up. The nebula seemed to stop at a circumference a distance away from the red dwarf. The terran had a ring of lifeless dated ships and the only communication we could get out of the area was a recording of an o
Into the Nebula
<<Toby enters his Captain’s quarters to tidy up. He walks over to the desk that the Captain sits often and picks up his pansies off his head and sits them down by the pansies on her desk in the left upper corner. He leaves a short moment and returns with a water container and waters the two sets of pansies. He notices that the blue flower still is doing well sitting on the opposite corner of the desk. He begins to move over to the other side to water that one when he no