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Journal 1: The First day in the Wasteland... Holotape 1
10 years ago
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I peaked my head outside for the first time after the bombs dropped over 200 years ago. The sky was surprisingly clear and blue and the world I once knew was gone. Instead, all that remained were the hollow reminders of a forgotten era. With my rad-roach drenched police baton and a reliable 10mm on my hip, I took my first steps on the burnt, brown dirt.
As I began my travels from the safety of Vault 111, I noticed many skeletons littering nearby, a sad reminder of the poor souls of long ago. Making my way back slowly, taking in all I could see within this alien landscape, I managed to find my old home. The color it once had was gone, so was my expensive nuclear car. It has been stripped nearly to the bone, only hold undesirable items and nicknakes from my years before. I found the master bedroom, where me and my wife once slept and across the hall was a small crib where my son began his first year living with us. Its all gone now.
Oddly enough, my butler robot is still active and greets me as if 200 years was nothing. We chat and tells me to go to a place called Concord. So I take the only road I could see and soon come across a friendly pup near the local gas station. We quickly bond as we are ambushed by large, ugly creatures called Mole rats. They are annoy and bite me a good bit but I manage to take them down with ease.
As I near Concord, I could hear gunshots ring out and someone yelling for help. Quickly me and my new friend run down main street, only to find one man high up in a building firing a bright red light towards the rowdy group below. So using my sidearm, I begin to give the man covering fire from the rear of the enemy. Quickly, they fall and he informs me that there is more inside. After a quick strip of ammo and a new pipe gun, I charge in. Floor by floor I manage to clear out the building till finally making it to the survivors huddled up at the top. Minutemen they are called, well one of them is at least.
The leader of the group informs me that there is some power armor up on the roof and a large minigun ripe for the taking. He claims that the armor and gun would help them defend against a large group of raiders coming in for the kill. So after acquiring a power core for the suit I make my way too the roof. The armor is rusted from being outside for so long with no care but is still mobile and useable. I jump in and happily find myself feeling empowered and invincible. I pull the mini gun out of the crashed virtibird and begin to carve through the mass of raiders that rushed down main street.
All was good as body parts began to fly and blood painted the streets but then, from down the street a large beast crawls from the earth. It has large horns and claws and a demonic look to it. I thought it was the devil raising from hell itself. Whatever the creature, I began to unleash all the rounds I could into the beast. It's strong and runs through the hail of bullets. It gets in a few swipes, knocking my helmet off and ripping off my left arm plating. It grabs me and tosses me across the street against a building. I'm stunned but I retaliate with all I got. Eventually, the incredible beast succumbs to the bullets and falls. It felt like I put in a million rounds but I'm surprised to have over 450 rounds left for my minigun. I decide to keep it for later.
The group thank me and ask if I can escort them to a small Sanctuary that an old wise saw in a vision. I agree to help and guide them to the small town I called home. Once we made it, we began to make a new settlement and the locals taught me how to grow food, find water and scrap for materials. Surviving out in the wastes will be a little easier now. With the many guns and armors I picked off the corpses from the fight before, I begin to craft my own special weapons and armor to the best of my abilities. I make a pipe revolver sniper rifle and upgrade my 10mm. It's now called New Beginnings, as a reminder of the first gun I ever picked up in this new world. It, along with my tire iron axe will begin to carve out a new world out of this one and perhaps make a new home.
After building up the settlement more and getting to know the people I began my long trip onward. I was informed that my goal would be in diamond city but I was going to do a quest to help out a smaller settlement just a little ways east of us. As I took the road east of Concord, I come across two similar looking men both called Art. One was on his knees with his hands behind his head and the other held a shotgun. I tried to reason with the men but they wouldn't listen. They argued over who was an android and who was real. I pondered and after a while I decided who was real and who was fake. I was relived, once the Art I picked was dead, that it was the fake. I did a good deed today...or did I?
It was here I decided to rest up, for I had a long road ahead of me. With dogmeat by my side, we paused to look up at the sky and wonder where we will end up in this unknown world. He barks, as if trying to comfort me and I simply tell him he's a good boy. This is the first journal of what will be many to come. I don't know why I'm writing out my adventures out here in the wasteland. Maybe it will help save a life or maybe make for a good read for whoever finds it on my corpse. Well, time to sleep now, its late and I have a lot of wasteland to explore in the morning.
P.I.P.B.O.Y. Journal Entry 1 --- Saved on 10/10/2278
As I began my travels from the safety of Vault 111, I noticed many skeletons littering nearby, a sad reminder of the poor souls of long ago. Making my way back slowly, taking in all I could see within this alien landscape, I managed to find my old home. The color it once had was gone, so was my expensive nuclear car. It has been stripped nearly to the bone, only hold undesirable items and nicknakes from my years before. I found the master bedroom, where me and my wife once slept and across the hall was a small crib where my son began his first year living with us. Its all gone now.
Oddly enough, my butler robot is still active and greets me as if 200 years was nothing. We chat and tells me to go to a place called Concord. So I take the only road I could see and soon come across a friendly pup near the local gas station. We quickly bond as we are ambushed by large, ugly creatures called Mole rats. They are annoy and bite me a good bit but I manage to take them down with ease.
As I near Concord, I could hear gunshots ring out and someone yelling for help. Quickly me and my new friend run down main street, only to find one man high up in a building firing a bright red light towards the rowdy group below. So using my sidearm, I begin to give the man covering fire from the rear of the enemy. Quickly, they fall and he informs me that there is more inside. After a quick strip of ammo and a new pipe gun, I charge in. Floor by floor I manage to clear out the building till finally making it to the survivors huddled up at the top. Minutemen they are called, well one of them is at least.
The leader of the group informs me that there is some power armor up on the roof and a large minigun ripe for the taking. He claims that the armor and gun would help them defend against a large group of raiders coming in for the kill. So after acquiring a power core for the suit I make my way too the roof. The armor is rusted from being outside for so long with no care but is still mobile and useable. I jump in and happily find myself feeling empowered and invincible. I pull the mini gun out of the crashed virtibird and begin to carve through the mass of raiders that rushed down main street.
All was good as body parts began to fly and blood painted the streets but then, from down the street a large beast crawls from the earth. It has large horns and claws and a demonic look to it. I thought it was the devil raising from hell itself. Whatever the creature, I began to unleash all the rounds I could into the beast. It's strong and runs through the hail of bullets. It gets in a few swipes, knocking my helmet off and ripping off my left arm plating. It grabs me and tosses me across the street against a building. I'm stunned but I retaliate with all I got. Eventually, the incredible beast succumbs to the bullets and falls. It felt like I put in a million rounds but I'm surprised to have over 450 rounds left for my minigun. I decide to keep it for later.
The group thank me and ask if I can escort them to a small Sanctuary that an old wise saw in a vision. I agree to help and guide them to the small town I called home. Once we made it, we began to make a new settlement and the locals taught me how to grow food, find water and scrap for materials. Surviving out in the wastes will be a little easier now. With the many guns and armors I picked off the corpses from the fight before, I begin to craft my own special weapons and armor to the best of my abilities. I make a pipe revolver sniper rifle and upgrade my 10mm. It's now called New Beginnings, as a reminder of the first gun I ever picked up in this new world. It, along with my tire iron axe will begin to carve out a new world out of this one and perhaps make a new home.
After building up the settlement more and getting to know the people I began my long trip onward. I was informed that my goal would be in diamond city but I was going to do a quest to help out a smaller settlement just a little ways east of us. As I took the road east of Concord, I come across two similar looking men both called Art. One was on his knees with his hands behind his head and the other held a shotgun. I tried to reason with the men but they wouldn't listen. They argued over who was an android and who was real. I pondered and after a while I decided who was real and who was fake. I was relived, once the Art I picked was dead, that it was the fake. I did a good deed today...or did I?
It was here I decided to rest up, for I had a long road ahead of me. With dogmeat by my side, we paused to look up at the sky and wonder where we will end up in this unknown world. He barks, as if trying to comfort me and I simply tell him he's a good boy. This is the first journal of what will be many to come. I don't know why I'm writing out my adventures out here in the wasteland. Maybe it will help save a life or maybe make for a good read for whoever finds it on my corpse. Well, time to sleep now, its late and I have a lot of wasteland to explore in the morning.
P.I.P.B.O.Y. Journal Entry 1 --- Saved on 10/10/2278
Roodick
~roodick
OP
If you guys haven't notice, I'm trying my best to not spoil the game >< and I'll be using green font to keep with the theme of fallout. I hope you guys will enjoy these little journals as I play my first play through. There is a lot to explore out there :P
Niina
~niina
Dork
Roodick
~roodick
OP
lmao bad thing is I forgot to keep up with this xD
