The pain came to you, sudden like a thousand kicks in your forehead all at once. It wasn't your first rough awakening and surely it wouldn't be the last, but this kind of thing, you couldn't get used to it, it always hurt like hell. You couldn't see where were you; your senses were still numb and slowly coming back together, you couldn't remember much either, whatever you did yesterday it must have been one hell of a night.

Your eyes started to adapt to the sunlight, painful sunlight, hitting against your dry eyes and exponentially augmenting your headache like one giant celestial fuck you. The shapes around you were still blurry and diffused but at least now you knew that your eyes still worked.

With a loud and painful rumble, your stomach growled in a mixture of hunger and acidic indigestion, without being able to avoid it you belched and to your grateful surprised noticed that your senses of smell, taste, and hearing were back, just in time to allow you to hear, smell and taste the acrid half-digested food that rested on your stomach. Nothing like fresh vomit and a brain splitting headache to start the day.

You tried to move away, just a little to puke somewhere else but on yourself. But it was useless, you had been completely hogtied, with a single rope your wrists and ankles had been tied to your back in what looked to be some bondage foreplay. At least, from what you could feel by patting your body you were at least clothed. With a sigh, you clasped your lips and waited for the inevitable, when the puke ascended over your mouth you had no other choice but to hold it and forcefully send it back from where it came.

"H-hello?" You said with your vomit stained lips and barely audible raspy voice. "Is anyone there?"

By the time you ended your question, your senses were completely back to you. You were inside of a flying plane, a ramshackle one at that, surely one built before the Great War and barely kept on a working condition thanks to countless haphazard jury rigs. The plane was a civilian model, one that had been emptied of seats to make it as lightweight as possible. Next to you, there were other bound people, around forty unlucky sods in total, most were humans like you but there were a few ghouls, some psykers, and even a Super-Mutant. They all had explosive collars around them, and even if you couldn't see it you were sure that you weren't the exception. They all seemed to have been drugged like you as they were all peacefully sleeping for now.

>>4504660

A door opened in front of you, from it came to a chubby ghoulette wearing an old and grimy looking cream colored two-piece swimsuit and what clearly was a cheap brunette wig.

"Told you I heard someone speaking! One of them has awoken already!" Said with a voice that attempted to sound sweet but sounded like crystal chunks being blended.

"Then grab the Gene sequencer and start with it!" Answered a somewhat male-sounding robotic voice from the pilot's cabin.

She blew a kiss at him and then searched around until she found a big boxy machine. Whatever was the machine's original purpose it had now been altered and twisted, it had several additional circuit boards, nixie tubes, and several other electronic gizmos slapped to it and tied with colorful cables and a healthy dose of duct tape. She walked towards you swaying her hips in what looked like an attempt at gathering your attention. Now that she was up close you were able to see that her face was caked in cheap makeup and perfume. To be honest, she was even harder to look at than regular ghouls.

"What are you...?"

Without letting you finish your sentence she then plucked a couple of pincers from the device and painfully put them on your tongue and left ear. The thing then came to life and started showing a cascade of green machine code as the different lights erratically turned on and off and the different faulty connections started spewing sparks. Whatever it was doing to you it was annoying and scary, the pincers were now vibrating with a soft electrical charge and slowly becoming warmer and warmer, and the one that was in your tongue kept giving you a stingy and metallic taste that honestly, didn't mix well with your vomit traces.

"Oh don't worry sweetheart. This is just analyzing your DNA and other...stuff to know how valuable you are to us. We have to give you a price after in the slave markets after all. But don't worry, someone as cute as you will surely end getting a high value in the auctions~"

Not long after came a loud ding and the machine stopped.

"Well! According to this, you are as healthy as a horse! Mmh, lucky you! The ones who don't pass the exam are thrown out to become shark chowder you know?"

With a wink, she kissed your forehead and removed the clasps before grabbing a small notebook and a black pen.

"Alright! Gender?"

>Male
>Female

>>4504658
This seems vaguely familiar for some reason.

Well, good luck with your quest, OP!

>>4504664
>Male

>>4504667
I ran it once. I wanted to run it again. And thanks anon. You are cool.

>>4504664

>Male

>>4504664
>Male

>>4504664
>"Alright! Gender?"
Yes.
No, wait, I thought you meant sex.

>>4504664
>>Male

>>4504664
>Male

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>>4504664
>Male

"Oh, no need to answer that hun. I know a strong and masculine stud when I see one." She says, patting and feeling your bound body.

"I was a nurse before the war...well, more of a masseuse really, one of the kinds that gave happy endings. With handsome guys like you, I would even go further~"

Despite being pear-shaped and having visible love handles her fingers were surprisingly thin and boney, especially now that part of her skin had rotten and fallen off.

"C'mon, see this as your special prize for being the first one to wake up. Besides, it's not like that uppity toaster of a pilot is ever going to notice it." She cooed and whispered to your ear, giving you goosebumps, and not of the good kind.

Luckily for you others were slowly coming back to the waking world, any sense of privacy that you might have was now gone.

"Oh well, perhaps later, who knows, I might decide to go in and buy you for myself." She said as she playfully bit your ear lobe and gave a worryingly feral sounding growl.

"How should I call you, lover?"

>Write in a name.
>Voting will close in an hour.
>In case of a tie. The name will be afterwards chosen with a dice roll.
>Joke names will be rejected.
>Each ID can only give one name, if you can you can change your name with another reply but only before the hour has passed.
>Good luck to everybody!

>>4504735
Diego Bonaventura

>>4504735
Pepe Cadena

In b4 a Norsefag samefags their cringy Viking OC name to victory.

>>4504735

Pietro Salvatore

>>4504766
Supporting

>>4504746
support

>>4504770
Support

Rolled 1 (1d3)

Alright, an hour has passed and there is a tie. I'll do a 1d3.

>Diego Bonaventura
1

>Pepe Cadena
2

>Pietro Salvatore
3

>>4504766
>>4504735

Snorri Sturtleson

>>4504735
> Diego Buenaventura

"My name is Diego Buenaventura."

She raised one of her hairless eyebrows in surprise.

"Sounds regal and foreign! Are you mexican? Some kind of spanish prince perhaps? We captured you in Frisco but maybe you are from somewhere else. Did you know that I learned some spanish in high school... let me see... quierro...chiuparte lah poilla... Did I say that right? Anyway, a handsome prince like you shouldn't be a slave, it should be with someone like me dontcha think? You should know that despite what the myths say...I can still give birth! Other ghouls are barren but me, I'm special you know? Someone as special as me should perhaps be with someone as special as you~"

She had suddenly moved from being touchy and annoying to being completely asphyxiating and sexually harassing. There was a worrying undertone in her voice, she seemed to be desperate for a way out, perhaps she just wanted something else besides dealing with slaves and being a participant in human misery.

"Fat chance..." You answered without ever thinking.

"W-WHAT! Is that an insult to my weight! Well, you should know that I used to be the most gorgeous girl in my neighborhood and that I had several married men lust after me and one of them even asked me to run away with him to Vegas. B-but then the bombs started falling, and so did my skin and my hair! I'm still a beautiful dammit! If I don't exercise anymore is because my knees hurt!"

Alright, she didn't want a way out, she simply was plain out mad and with her head filled with Old World Blues.

She huffed and then raised her fist as if to punch you, but then changed her mind.

"Owww, I cannot be angry with a cutie like you. Let's just say that it was the drugs in your system the ones that were talking for you ok?"

She flipped some pages of his notebook and then seemed to find what she was searching for.

"Alright! Next step! Who were you?"

> A journalist:
Asking uncomfortable questions, writing until your fingers ached, and walking the wasteland in the search of the next juicy story. You got your nose all the way into the NCR's corrupt politicians, water barons, and shady criminals. Guess someone got bored of having you snooping around, and decided that kidnapping and selling you to slavery was a quick and profitable way of getting rid of you.

S P E C I A L
5 8 4 6 6 6 5

HP: 180
Skill rate: 13

Barter: 32
Energy Weapons: 21
Explosives: 21
Guns: 17
Lockpick: 36
Medicine: 17
Melee Weapons: 15
Repair: 17
Science: 17
Sneak: 17
Speech: 32
Survival: 12
Unarmed: 13

(cont)

>>4504872

> A street rat:
No rulers! No laws! But also no roof over your head, barely any caps, and often nothing to eat at all. Freedom ain't free after all. You spent your infancy racing barefoot across rusty rooftops and muddy streets. You stole hats, wallets, and purses. You made offerings to forgotten gods. You made too many enemies, trying to run from them you were captured and sold to slavers. The rest is history.

S P E C I A L
4 7 7 6 6 7 3

HP: 240
Skill rate: 13

Barter: 16
Energy Weapons: 18
Explosives: 18
Guns: 18
Lockpick: 33
Medicine: 16
Melee Weapons: 12
Repair: 16
Science: 16
Sneak: 33
Speech: 16
Survival: 33
Unarmed: 18

> A soldier:
You were part of the NCR army, you traveled far and wide and years of patrolling the Mojave made you wish for nuclear winter. Your life was not to ask why, your life was but to do, and die. You saw too many of your friends dead at the hands of raiders, legion, brotherhood, muties, and beasts to want to share their same fate. While deserting you were captured by slavers and somehow now you are here.

S P E C I A L
7 8 6 3 5 7 4

HP: 220
Skill rate: 12

Barter: 10
Energy Weapons: 20
Explosives: 20
Guns: 33
Lockpick: 20
Medicine: 14
Melee Weapons: 33
Repair: 14
Science: 14
Sneak: 18
Speech: 10
Survival: 31
Unarmed: 16

> A writer:
Reading is popular in the NCR, it is one of the cheapest pastimes and requires no electricity. You were a bohemian poet, an aspiring novelist, and you were always hungry. Your weapons were not pistols and blades, but the pen, the ink, and of course the blank, monstrous page. Some of your books reached a certain level of notoriety, and you were starting to make waves, but your debts ended catching you, and you were sold to slavery. Will this be the start of your next chapter in life?

S P E C I A L
4 3 7 6 6 7 3

HP: 240
Skill rate: 13

Barter: 23
Energy Weapons: 13
Explosives: 13
Guns: 15
Lockpick: 13
Medicine: 17
Melee Weapons: 28
Repair: 17
Science: 17
Sneak: 15
Speech: 38
Survival: 19
Unarmed: 34

> A scientist:
Perhaps you were educated at one of the esteemed colleges of Shady Sands or Arroyo. Perhaps you taught yourself, through trial and error and grit. You are a student of sciences, medicine, chemistry, the material arts. You have lived surrounded by pre-war books and tried your best to maintain the old world knowledge and improve upon it. You were exploring an old pre-war library in the search for knowledge and were captured by slavers and taken here. What kind of discoveries will these unknown lands bring to you?

S P E C I A L
6 6 4 6 8 6 4

HP: 180
Skill rate: 14

Barter: 16
Energy Weapons: 16
Explosives: 16
Guns: 16
Lockpick: 16
Medicine: 35
Melee Weapons: 16
Repair: 35
Science: 35
Sneak: 16
Speech: 16
Survival: 12
Unarmed: 12

(cont)

>>4504878

> A Brotherhood initiate:
You had been born inside of the Brotherhood, and had finally ended your training and teachings to become a initiate. You were about to do your first mission, something simple that would give you and your team a taste of the wasteland, a trial of fire of sorts. Afterwards you were to choose if you wanted to be a scribe, knight or lancer. You, along with other initiates went out to the wasteland. It was supposed to be an easy task, gather some samples, navigate using only a map and a compass, find water and food... But then a massive group of slavers appeared out of nowhere, you all fought hard, but their sheer numbers proved to be too much, and you were captured and enslaved.

S P E C I A L
8 5 7 3 6 8 3

HP: 240
Skill rate: 13

Barter: 10
Energy Weapons: 29
Explosives: 14
Guns: 20
Lockpick: 14
Medicine: 16
Melee Weapons: 20
Repair: 31
Science: 31
Sneak: 20
Speech: 10
Survival: 18
Unarmed: 18

> A Caravaneer:
You were a merchant, got yourself a nice Brahmin, a nice cart, and a trade route. You saw your own share of violence and bloodshed, after all attacking caravaneers like you was a quick and profitable way of getting a lot of goods, but you still managed to fend yourself from any attackers and reach your destination to sell your goods. To make a living you have traded with all kind of stuff, from flowers to weapons, but never people, people are never cargo. You were even starting to make good money out of your trade, but then, a massive group of slavers ambushed and captured you and your two hired guns. They did not want your stuff, they in fact burned your caravan and brahmin, they wanted you. People are not cargo, but not everboyd thinks like ou do.

S P E C I A L
5 5 6 6 4 6 8

HP: 220
Skill rate: 12

Barter: 33
Energy Weapons: 16
Explosives: 16
Guns: 18
Lockpick: 16
Medicine: 14
Melee Weapons: 16
Repair: 14
Science: 14
Sneak: 18
Speech: 33
Survival: 33
Unarmed: 18

> A cowboy:
You were born in the wild, and in the wild you stayed. With your posse you travelled between settlements and did the jobs that the locals were too afraid to do. You hunted bandits, offered protection, acted as a courier... and when job was low, well, you also had ways of making caps. Robbing trains, rustling cattle, assaulting travellers, you name it. You were even planning to rob the great bank of Dayglow, but your plans were cut short when a group of enslavers caught you. They separated you from your horse, hogtied you like a pig, and now, here you are.

S P E C I A L
6 7 4 3 7 8 5

HP: 180
Skill rate: 13

Barter: 11
Energy Weapons: 19
Explosives: 19
Guns: 36
Lockpick: 19
Medicine: 19
Melee Weapons: 32
Repair: 19
Science: 19
Sneak: 21
Speech: 11
Survival: 28
Unarmed: 13

>>4504881

> A mere wastelander
You have roamed the endless deserts of the wasteland. Done all kinds of jobs and seen all types of wonders and horrors. You remember ravens winging across the still, orange lands. The distant lights of New Vegas across the dark plains. Countless of strange muttered prayers offered to heedless gods. You don't have a home, the road is your home. It is a hard life, and often a short one, but you made your mark. While exploring some old ruins in the search of anything edible you fell upon a slaver trap and were captured and taken. Many prospectors have met their end at the hands of these people, but you didn't you are a natural survivor. Will this new and unknown wasteland prove to be as challenging as the old one?

S P E C I A L
7 6 5 5 5 6 6

HP: 200
Skill rate: 12

Barter: 15
Energy Weapons: 17
Explosives: 17
Guns: 32
Lockpick: 17
Medicine: 15
Melee Weapons: 19
Repair: 15
Science: 15
Sneak: 17
Speech: 15
Survival: 30
Unarmed: 30

> A government worker
For a time, you served at the Ministry of Peace and Culture. Your duty was to promote and preserve the qualities of the NCR culture, create propaganda that would bring people to your country. You pushed papers, archived old documents, wrote all kinds of reports, and attended to all the ailments that the wastelanders endured, from droughts to strange attacks in cattle or drunken disputes. Learning about laws, convincing people, and finding diplomatic solutions is what you did, and you were pretty good at it.

S P E C I A L
5 7 4 7 6 4 7

HP: 240
Skill rate: 13

Barter: 35
Energy Weapons: 20
Explosives: 20
Guns: 14
Lockpick: 20
Medicine: 33
Melee Weapons: 16
Repair: 18
Science: 18
Sneak: 14
Speech: 35
Survival: 14
Unarmed: 14

(end)

>Make your choice wisely boys!!!

>>4504878
Journalist
or
Street Rat.

>>4504892
Hmm... undecided between Journalist and Government worker.

Maybe leaning towards journalist if there will be a tie.

>>4504878
>A street rat

>>4504881
> A cowboy:

>>4504881

>Journalist

We either worked for a rag or worked a bit too hard. Either is fun.

>>4504881
Caravaneer

>>4504878
>> A street rat

>>4504892
Changing vote to
>Journalist
like it better than street rat

>>4504872
>> A journalist:

>>4504881
>Caravaneer
Or cowboy

>>4504881
Pew Pew! Cowboy!

>>4504892
Street rat

>>4504872
>Journalist

"I...I was a journalist." You say, trying to not share too much about yourself. As a journalist, you know how valuable information can be, especially if it's about oneself.

"Oh~" The ghoulette says. "That's pretty interesting. I used to love those shitty magazine rags that trash-talked about b-grade celebrities. Nothing better than knowing that chums like Vera Keyes had a drug addiction to make you feel better about your shitty life."

People around you start to wake up slowly, you hope that she ends with you soon, and the torture of enduring her stank gum breath falls onto another poor sod.

"Alright.. so far so good! You are healthy and your old work as a journalist might get you a comfy job as a transcriber for a Son of Kanaloa big brass or something, I don't know. Anyway, here's the last question... Age and Race? Now, this is pretty important because this might change your overall value greatly."

>How old are you?
If human or psyker any age between 16 to 55, if Robot, Super-Mutant or Ghoul any age from 16 to +250

>What's your race?
>> Human: Humans are good at adapting to their environment and diplomacy. Choosing a human will grant you acceptance into most factions and settlements. Human characters have also a second chance in life, if they get too irradiated they can become Ghouls, too much FEV and they can turn into Super-Mutants, too many bionics and they might as well call themselves robots, too many strange mutations and they might become psykers.

>> Ghoul: Ghouls are capable of being healed and sustaining from the background radiation. As long as they have radiation they won't need to eat, drink, or sleep. They can also gain mutations that let them use the radiation that they have absorbed and do otherwise impossible things, like regenerate limbs or teleporting.

>> Super-Mutant: Mutants are absolute tanks, unstoppable monsters that won't stop at anything, and they have a taste for human flesh to boot. Hawaiian mutants are different from the ones of the mainland. They can develop a special set of mutations and require a constant intake of flesh to not turn into a mindless mutated spawn.

>> Psykers: Psykers are an extremely rare subspecies of humanity. Nothing knows what creates them, and due to their rarity and infamy, nobody has truly bothered to study them either. Psykers mostly look like humans, but they might have something odd in them, be it strange colored eyes, small nubby horns, or even claws on their hands. Regardless of their appearance, they all have strange and inexplicable powers that many people take for magic.

>> Robots: Before the Great-War, most robots only had a limited version of artificial intelligence, but after two centuries and a half many have developed true intelligence and personalities. They do not require sleep, food or drink, and fuel or electricity will be enough to keep them running. Robots cannot swim, the water gets into their gears and circuits and completely mess them up.

>>4505136
>20
> Human: Humans are good at adapting to their environment and diplomacy. Choosing a human will grant you acceptance into most factions and settlements. Human characters have also a second chance in life, if they get too irradiated they can become Ghouls, too much FEV and they can turn into Super-Mutants, too many bionics and they might as well call themselves robots, too many strange mutations and they might become psykers

Want to go supermutant but human honestly fits the most with our journalist background.

>>4505136
>27
>Psyker

>>4505136
>Human

don’t care about age

>>4505136
>Ghoul
>275 years old

We were a reporter with the Navy Times before the bombs dropped. We spent decades trying to get back State-side to find out what happened to our family.

We eventually managed to traverse the Pacific, but never found them, even after many years of searching.

Now we’ve come back to the only place we can still call home.

>>4505136
Human

Age... let’s say late 20s. Maybe 28

>>4505136
>20
> Human: Humans are good at adapting to their environment and diplomacy. Choosing a human will grant you acceptance into most factions and settlements. Human characters have also a second chance in life, if they get too irradiated they can become Ghouls, too much FEV and they can turn into Super-Mutants, too many bionics and they might as well call themselves robots, too many strange mutations and they might become psykers

>>4505136
>20
>Human

>>4505136

"I'm about twenty, don't know my real birthday, but twenty is a good guess. And I'm obviously a human." You know that some ghouls have cataracts and a really poor vision, but the girl was only mere inches away from you, couldn't she tell that you were a human.

"Well duh." She says, as she writes it all down, clearly annoyed at your snarky sarcasm. "It's just paperwork, no need to be such a douche."

Suddenly, a threatening voice booms over the plane's radio. It was clear and loud enough to be heard even from your position.

"Unidentified vessel, you are flying over Enclave Airspace, change your vectors seven degrees to the east or we will open fire."

The pilot bends down to grab the radio and answer, it was then that you noticed that the pilot is indeed a robot, but a particular one, it was a heavily modified Protectron that lacked legs and was bolted to the pilot's seat, it was one with the plane, and in a sense, you were inside of it.

"Fuck off you patriotic g-men" It started to scream with a screechy and distorted robotic voice. "Suck on my balls of steel and let me make you moan with my big and vibrating cathode tube. Please assume the position and remember! Numbness will subside in several minutes!!!"

The pilot's screams awakened several more of the captured slaves. You slowly shook your head in disbelief, you weren't on a plane, you were in a flying madhouse.

"Shit, it's not like I need a reason to blast off muties and wastelanders." Was the answer from the other side of the line.

Only seconds later a guided missile passed by whistling. Suddenly the left engine violently explodes. The entire thing crumbles and shakes, a dozen gas masks get automatically released from the ceiling. The damage that the missile did was critical, the plane started to fall down into the ocean blue, its right motor was too damaged to sustain itself in the air anymore, crash landing was now inevitable. Since you weren't using a seat belt or any security measure at all as the plane started spinning downwards you all started bouncing across the walls and so did the chubby ghoulette and all the other slaves who were now due for a rude awakening.

Fire and screams, the sound of bending metal and cracking glass.

And then...darkness.

>>4505276

Deep, deep, deep. You once spent an entire month living underground in some abandoned metro tunnels to write an article about some strange ghoul adoring cult that used to operate nearby, and ultimately you ended enjoying the sensation of being protected from the harsh weather by countless tons of dirt and concrete, but this is nothing in comparison with that, even for you the darkness is too palpable and oppressive, almost unbearable. You are suddenly very aware of how small you are. What do they say? That you are nothing but a gear in the machine? You've long been used to thinking that, but now you feel more than ever. You are insignificant, and you will have an insignificant death, you'll become another corpse in the bottom of the sea, shark chowder more surely. Deeper still. As you fall the darkness gives way to an eerie ghostly light. Phosphorescent slugs the size of ponies pulse in the darkness. Sunk ships still illuminate their surroundings with weak lights, countless of skeletal corpses and radioactive barrels glint in their light. Almost too low to hear, a deep slow rhythm throbs. The heartbeat of some immense creature or a feature of the last bubbles of air moving leaving your lungs? Hard to say, too scary to think about.

More people fall around you, some of the slaves had awakened from the impact, a few ones like you were lucky enough to have their binds broken in the fall. Most were destined to sink into oblivion, and die asphyxiated, be it unconsciously or fully awake

It was hard to say for how long you fell and how the hell you managed to survive but somehow you end floating back to the surface. Your first grasp for air feels like a punch in the gut, and the most delicious food that you could ever imagine. The plane was half now sunken into the sea, only the tail and part of the cabin staying above the water. The piloting Protectron is trapped upon his seat, unable to leave as it is bolted to the cabin itself. Slowly the plane went deeper and deeper into the waters, it didn't take him long to short circuit and die violently. There was chaos everywhere, several burning wrecks of the plane floated but they the fire surrounding made it impossible to hold onto them, there were also boxes full of precious cargo items like weapons but they all quickly sank down upon the crystal clear waters. As the seconds pass by more and more corpses start to float around. Close to you, there is the psychotic sexual harasser ghoul, she is trapped under some debris and screaming her lungs out for help. You try to swim towards her but your muscles are completely sore from being bound for so long, and the burning debris that separates you two make it impossible to reach her anyway. She looks at you with fear in her eyes but in the end, the two of you know that she is doomed, and soon enough the entire plane sinks and drags her down, but not before blowing you a kiss with what could have been her last breath.

>>4505277

Unable to stay afloat you once more fall down, deeper and deeper, this time you won't find the light at the end of the ocean, you are sure that you will die far before that. Your body burns, it feels as if it were frozen and melting at the same time. Your brain is screaming in desperation, sending your body countless of stress signals in a hopeless attempt at giving you a chance of swimming back into the surface. But nothing but a weak twitch comes out of your fingertips. Slowly, you close your eyes one last time.

Then, something starts pulling you up. Weakly you open your eyes and see a netting around your body, a thick rope net that had caught you along with several other crates and countless corpses. The net went up and up, until you were once more back above the water.

Had it been good luck? Only time would say.

Alright guys, I'll end it here for today. It's almost 2 am for me.

>Feel free to ask questions, I'll answer them all tomorrow morning.

I really liked this thread, even if we only did chargen. It was really cool, you guys were awesome.

Thanks for playing!

>>4505136
>25
>> Psykers: Psykers are an extremely rare subspecies of humanity. Nothing knows what creates them, and due to their rarity and infamy, nobody has truly bothered to study them either. Psykers mostly look like humans, but they might have something odd in them, be it strange colored eyes, small nubby horns, or even claws on their hands. Regardless of their appearance, they all have strange and inexplicable powers that many people take for magic.
Some kinda mutation that'll help us with our job like adaptive camo or pheromones

>>4504658
You're back!

>Didn't choose cowboy
Man...

>>4505369
Disappointing. Would love to see a cowboy in this environment

>>4505487
Maybe we can become one?

>>4505523
I don't think Hawaii is good cattle country.

>>4505584
You'd be surprised, back in the 90's almost all of the beef Hawaiians ate was locally raised. The number's dropped significantly since then, but there's still ranchers on the islands. If Hawaii was spared the worst of the fallout, they could have relatively unmutated cattle

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>>4505369
>>4505487

Sorry, but Journalist was the most voted option. But since we are from the American west, we might have a little bit of Cowboy inside of us as well.

>>4505280

The netting drags you like a leaf in the wind. As you are violently pulled you feel like a complete fool. During your journalistic past, you had been warned several times about being too nosy and annoying with your investigations, and now you have been got rid off. Not with a bullet, but with a slave collar around your neck and a plane ticket to a place thousands of miles away from your beloved San Francisco. You have been told over and over that the NCR, despite being far from perfect, it is several times better than the untamed wastelands. And now, you might finally see it for yourself. What kind of horrors awaits you in Hawaii?

Well, you are being too optimistic, even if a fishing net has caught you and is pulling you upwards you might still die before reaching the shore. The countless drowned corpses around you are proof of it. You tried to move but nothing but unbearably painful cramps came from your bones and muscles. A mixture of blood and bubbles started to escape from your nose and mouth, you were completely done.

You were almost at the surface now. Above lied the sun, calling for you with its warmth and its hope bringing light. Under you lied a blanket of cold darkness, and under that, hell. The Great War had sunk thousands of nuclear warships and submarines onto the seafloor. Countless radioactive hotspots lied down there along with creatures that were fearsome and nightmare-inducing even before the war mutated them, several of which were in the net along with you and were angrily shaking or feeding on the nearby corpses. Hopefully, you would get pulled up or drown before some two-headed shark or giant mirelurk decided to use you as an appetizer.

Slowly, the sun became bigger and bigger. Its white light surrounding the dark waters and engulfing you in a hug. Was this death? Did you perhaps die and is this the tunnel with a light thing that some people with near-death experiences have mentioned to witness?

No.

An old tugboat had caught you with its fishing net and dragged you out into the surface. You were so exhausted that you didn't even feel it pulling you up. Weakly you smile and wink at the cloudy sky above. Were you captured by hawaiian fishermen, or did you end at the hands of pirates or worse? Did you escape a hellish future just to fall into another hellish end?

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>>4505810

Luckily for you, the people that dragged you from a watery grave were good and benevolent. After seeing that you were barely breathing the fishermen took you towards their dormitories where they took care of you while you slept like a newborn. When you recovered you slowly arose from your slumber incredibly hungry and thirsty. Between being drugged and kidnapped, becoming a castaway for who knows how long, and this exhaustion induced nap you might have spent a few days without any clean water or food.

There were spent stimpaks and rad-away bags around you. You must have gotten really hurt and soaked a lot of rads while underwater. After waking up you noticed an old ghoulish captain sitting next to you with a steamy cup of soup. He wore old raggedy clothes decorated with medals of several types, most of them being too damaged to read or clearly made from cloth and Nuka-cola bottlecaps. He was peacefully reading some old romantic novella while smoking from a pipe made from rotten wood that was nearly completely encrusted with salt. The moment he notices that you have woken up he leaves his book on one side and gladly gives you a nearby cup with the hot and steamy soup. The soup is thick and dark, with rich smelling steam coming out of it and pieces of what seemed like tatos and Cram chunks floating.

"Name's Saltgut, seems like you had a rough day eh champ?" He says with a voice that sounds like someone who was gurgling a mixture of spit and chewing tobacco.

>"Where am I?"
>"What happened?"
>"Are there any other survivors?"
>Other question: Write in.

>>4505811
>"What happened?"

>>4505811
>"What happened?"

>>4505811
>>"What happened?"
Nukaloha lives! Glad to see you back Axsisel

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>>4505811
>"What happened?"

"By the looks of it..." The old ghoul says as he pats your rusty explosive collar with his salt-encrusted pipe. "You were captured and were about to be delivered, perhaps to the Sons of Kanaloa, perhaps to the High Evolutionary. I don't know. I think that the plane flew over Enclave airspace, we are pretty close to their turf. And they blew it up. You are the only survivor that we picked up, the rest either died in the fall, drowned, or were munched by the local marine fauna. Perhaps a Sha-mano, or maybe a Ghoul Whale... hopefully not the Gillfolk."

Your breathing accelerates. The Enclave? You know that the NCR attacked them in 2242, the Enclave tried to release a virus that would have killed every mutated person in the world, more than 99,9999% of the global population, and they along with a group of ragtag adventurers and the Brotherhood of Steel destroyed the Oil Rig where they were stationed. Afterward, they ran away eastwards, and the few ones that stayed behind went into hiding and were hunted down if discovered. Why are they here?

Before you can even notice it you space out, the old ghoul continues slowly speaking about names and things you don't know about. Sha-Manos, what the hell are those, some kind of weirdly mutated creature endemic to the Hawaiian wasteland?

Then, Saltgut once more pokes your rusty explosive collar with his pipe. This suddenly brings you back to focus.

"What' the hell are you doing?"

"Jeez, pay attention kid. I was saying that the circuits and explosive charges are surely soaked, broken, and rusty beyond use. But that you should get this thing out anyway, just in case. Walking 'round with that might give the folk the heebie-jeebies."

>"Can you help me remove the explosive collar?"
>"I'm new in Hawaii, what should I know before I get off?"
>"You mentioned Sha-Manos, Gillfolk, and Ghoul Whales, what are those?"
>Other question: Write in.

>>4505934
>"Can you help me remove the explosive collar?"
>"I'm new in Hawaii, what should I know before I get off?"

>>4505934
Just ask all of those questions, in that order.

>>4505934
>>"Can you help me remove the explosive collar?"

>>4505934
>>"You mentioned Sha-Manos, Gillfolk, and Ghoul Whales, what are those?"

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Sorry for the delay folks. The next update is going to be huge.

>>4505934
>"Can you help me remove the explosive collar?"

"Nope." He says dryly, with a short laugh as he closes his book and gives you instructions to start the soup.

"Nothing at all?"

"Look, kid. We don't know the yield of that thing. None of my crew dared to take it off from you and I'm brave, but not stupid. We have turned off most of the ship's electronics and radios to avoid any signal interference or whatever that might make it go boom. If it explodes and damages our hull this old girl will go down and drag us with herself. And as you now know there are many nasty things under the waters."

"So... my only option is to continue with my life and pray for this thing to never explode?" You ask.

"Well, we will dock in a couple of weeks. Work for me in the meanwhile and I'll give you enough caps to find someone that will be able to get rid of it, perhaps."

>>4506091
>"I'm new in Hawaii, what should I know before I get off?"

"Uh, alright, there's the island of Ni’ihau. Not much to tell about it, the place was for native Hawaiians before the war, it was barely civilized, and after the bombs, not much has changed. The locals have turned tribal, and xenophobic, they don't know what the hell happened really, but they have seen Ghouls, Super-Mutants, and other wasteland fauna, so they believe that the outside is filled with demons. Can't blame 'em really. They have covered their coastline in deadly traps as well. Some say that an unexploded nuke fell on the island and that they have started to adore it as if it were a god of some kind. Crazy people, I tell ya, best to avoid the island."

You make a mental note out of it and nod softly.

"There's Fallen Horizon, it's an aquatic city located some miles away from the coast of Ni'ihau. It is formed by three old warships that have been linked together with the use of several chains, bridges, and tunnels. It is self-sufficient and can even use its engines to change from the position. It is one of the few areas of Hawaii where the quality of life is comparable to Pre-War levels and this has made it highly desirable to the nation-state of Ohana, who has asked to annex it several times to no avail. Fallen Horizon maintains its desire to be independent and even threatened to use its nuclear torpedos, albeit some people from Ohana believe that it is an empty threat and that the torpedos don't exist really. It is a really small yet powerful settlement, they barter with foreigners, but good luck trying to get a place to live in there, it's almost impossible."

Fallen Horizon reminds you of Vault-City, and its infamous citizenship tests to keep mutants and ignoramuses away.

"Next island is Kaua’i. The place had a massive defensive system built on it, and it is said that they helped to stop plenty of nukes and other missiles. After the war, the local population was united under the remnants of the USA military and hid in underground bunkers. But that was centuries ago, they resurfaced again a lot of years ago. Due to the countless ammo and equipment left on the island and the militaristic nature of their leaders, a warrior-like culture has developed in the place, and most of the people in there have become bodyguards, soldiers, mercenaries, adventurers, you name it. As long as you are good with a gun, you'll be welcome there."

The Gun-Runners would love to visit this place. You think to yourself.

>>4506094

"Well, let's see. There's the island of O’ahu, it's controlled by the nation-state of Ohana. They tried to rebuild and recreate the old world, democracy, freedom, equality, all that stuff. It went well for a short while, but after a set of wars against the High Evolutionary and other groups they have ended pretty damaged and impoverished, the country is a shadow and a far cry of its former self. And then' there's the deal with the Enclave. They appeared around 80 years ago, they came with submarines from the mainland, installed themselves in some old bunkers, and after several years they took advantage of Ohana's weakened state and forcefully coup d'etat themselves in the government. Many laws have been changed since then, psykers, ghouls, muties, and robots have become second class citizens. If you ain't a pure human, you can kiss your ass goodbye from working in the government or having a nice job and a big house. Still, the island is still the center of the Hawaiian wasteland, Honolulu is still the biggest city in all of the islands, and many people go there in the search of a better life."

Ohana sounds a lot like the New California Republic. Luckily the NCR repelled the Enclave and avoided their dictatorial ways. Sadly, repelling them pushed them into Hawaii instead, and eastwards, who knows what kind of atrocities they might have done in other areas of the mainland.

"Close to O’ahu is the PMV Valdez. It's a big cargo ship turned warship, many people live there and the area is surrounded by mines and they don't take too fondly of strangers. A foreigner group called the Brotherhood of Steel controls the place and in fact used the ship to come here all the way from the mainland. Maybe you know about them? I haven't dealt with them much, only bartered a couple of times really."

The Brotherhood is here as well, why?

"There's also Moloka'i. It's a jungle island, full of deadly creatures, nothing good in there really. I've docked only once and it was because I needed wood desperately. I along with my crew got down and started chopping trees. And some inhuman screeches came from the greenery ahead. We ended taking what we could and leaving quickly. The place is bad juju."

Probably superstition, you don't believe much in magic and curses. But you still take note of his words.

>>4506096

"Next is the island of Lana’i. The entire island is controlled by the Sons of Kanaloa, they are a mercantile group that only cares about the money, and will trade anything with anyone as long as it is profitable. They might be the ones that tried to buy you as a slave. Their factories are full of slaves who are worked to death. They are very rich, very powerful, and very technologically advanced. The Sons of Kanaloa have a monopoly in vehicles, robotics, gear, and weapons. If you find a piece of tech and it isn't pre-war, it will be built by them. They are ruthless and cultists like venerating technology and the volcano of their island. Keep away from them if possible, they won't look at you and see a person, but an object to trade with. They like outlander slaves like you, they think that you guys are not as prone to escaping, because you don't know the land that surrounds you, foreigner slaves are even more valuable. If you bring here someone who doesn't even speak the language then their chances of attempting to escape will be close to zero. Fucking diabolic I tell you."

There's nothing similar in the NCR. Perhaps this place is truly worse than in your homeland.

"Uh... oh yeah, next is Kaho’olawe. It uh... was used as a testing ground for experimental weapons and bombs before the Great War, so the place didn't have any real military significance, and wasn't targeted. Ironic isn't it? The most bombed island was the least bombed island. Anyway, the place remained empty and lifeless for a century or so, but then several adventurous people started building colonies and farms there. It's a good place, a real post-war culture, you won't find any wrecked cars, Nuka-Cola advertisements or any other memento of the past in there. It's a calm island, there are some raider groups, but you know."

You have seen settlements built after the bombs, their adobe and clay houses being starkly different from the steel and concrete buildings of the past.

"Next is the Old World Mourn. Don't go there. Even if you ask me to take you there, I won't do it, the place is nothing but a wretched hive of scum and villainy. It's home to raiders and pirates. Nothing good ever happens in the Old World Mourn."

Alright...

>>4506098

"There is Maui. They were heavily targeted by the nukes but the defenses of Kaua’i spared them from the worst. The people there at first believed to be the only survivors from the war, and united together, but then, months later, refugees from the other more damaged islands started to come, and soon the food and medicine reserves started to run dry. The locals fought with the refugees, and all the damage that was avoided during the bombings was instead dealt with during the following weeks as the riots and violence escalated. The place has calmed down since then, turned as crappy as the rest of the islands, their pristine condition didn't last long. The place is good to live in, but they still feel somewhat resented and might give you a stink-eye if you mention being a foreigner."

War, war never changes, you have many times questioned how is it possible to be able to go to war, after the Great War. Everybody born after the bombs is a witness of how terrible fighting can be, yet the lesson goes over their heads. Several years ago the NCR tried to annex New Vegas and ended spreading too thin, becoming too weak, and the Legion gave them a really bad time.

"And finally there's the great island of Hawai’i. The place is covered in thick jungles, deadly swamps, deserts, you name it. It is full of Raiders, tribals, pirates, and all kinds of deadly flora and fauna. The place is controlled by the High Evolutionary, a Super-Mutant cult that believes that they are the next step in evolution, that their leader is a living god, and that only by suffering can one ascend. The locals are constantly warring with each other, they believe that if they die in battle they will reincarnate as something more powerful. Die from old age, rad poisoning, or illness and you will descend in the ladder, and be born as a radroach or something equally pathetic. They will attack anyone that isn't part of their small group, so getting on the island is a death wish, and all of the locals will try to murder you. There are legends about a yearly ritual where the strongest of each tribe and band is gathered and forced to endure several deadly trials, and the survivors are allowed to become Super-Mutants like them. They are way more powerful than one might believe, their leader has absolute control over their zealous people, and he has proven that he can rally them all and stop them from killing each other to instead focus their violent tendencies into attacking other targets. They had been at war with Ohana, and despite their advanced technology, military tactics, and other stuff, Ohana lost, hard. The High Evo managed to kidnap many unmutated citizens and used them to create Super-Mutants. Some have managed to return to their old homes, and are now feared and mistrusted second class citizens... poor people."

>>4506099
>"Where am I?"

"Oh." He says patiently. "About a hundred miles from the southeast coast of O’ahu. Fish banks are plenty around here and very irradiated to boot. But we are bordering Enclave territory, so there can be mines or missiles aiming at you. That makes other fishermen nervous. Their loss."

"Aren't you afraid?" You ask.

"Nah, I know my bounds. We are good."

>"You mentioned Sha-Manos, Gillfolk, and Ghoul Whales, what are those?"

"You truly are new here, don't you have any of those in the mainland. Sha-manos are mutated sharks. They are several times bigger and more vicious than their pre-war counterparts and are known to be able to devour a whole person in one bite. They are so big that there are even combat knives made from their teeth, they are pretty expensive but a helluva conversation starter. Due to their big sizes and mutated DNA they might suddenly die from an explosive heart attack thought."

"Explosive heart attack?" You say incredulously.

"Yeah! I've seen it! They get so angry and excited that their hearts literally explode. If you are ever followed by a group of 'em consider yourself lucky if that happens because then the other Sha-Manos will cannibalize it and give you a chance of escaping."

He moves the salt-encrusted pipe across his old teeth and nods passionately.

"Bound Sha-Manos are worse in my opinion."

"If they are bound, how can they be worse?" You ask, starting the soup and feeling better with each spoonful.

"Bound yes, but not imprisoned. Bound Sha-manos are the result of someone killing a pregnant one and taking the stillborns for themselves. These lil fuckers can be raised to maturity but will never grow as big as if naturally birthed. Most of the people who do this are pirates or tribesmen, evil, evil folk... they also add several chains, spikes, blades, and metal straps to keep them in a constant state of pain. They are used as a way of defending a position or attacking smaller ships, there are even tales about Bound Sha-Manos that had Mini-Nukes and Frag Mines strapped to them and were used to sink submarines. Nasty stuff I tell ya."

"Wow... I've heard of suicider Super-Mutants but this...." You reply trying not to make a mental image of a gigantic kamikaze shark.

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>>4506100

"Then there are the Gillfolk. The name's kinda descriptive. People with gills and strange looks. They live underwater, think of mermaids of old fairy tales, but worse, way worse. Webbed fingers, sharp tails, almost transparent skin. Creepy stuff, for real. And to boot, most encounters with them have been violent, they don't eat human flesh, but have no qualm in killing the people that have fallen into the waters, you have been lucky of not have been found by one of them. They are so feared and disliked that it is even considered a bad omen to see one swimming under the moonlight. They are not wild thought, they can speak like you or I and have been known to use modern technology like harpoon guns or explosives. If you see one do not listen to them. Nothing good but fish comes out of this sea and they aren't fish."

"Yeah, right, perhaps you have read too many Grognak comics."

"Your funeral kid." He says shrugging, his old bones cracking with each movement.

"And the Ghoul Whales, are they real too?"

"Eh, I'm with you on that one. Some people have mentioned seeing them, even in places as far as the Commonwealth. Never seen one meself."

"Well, thanks for letting me know in the friendly marine fauna of Hawaii. Now that I'm in a ship I feel way way safer." You say with as much friendly sarcasm as you can.

"That's the spirit kid!"

You laugh with him and end the soup.

"So, you feeling better? Want to meet the rest of the crew or have a tour around the ship?"

> Yes, take me to the rest of the crew, I want to thank everybody who saved me.
> Show me the ship, I want to walk and stretch my legs a little bit.
> I want to rest a little bit more, wait until tomorrow at least.
> Other options. Write-in.

>>4506102
> Yes, take me to the rest of the crew, I want to thank everybody who saved me.

>>4506102
>Yes, take me to the rest of the crew, I want to thank everybody who saved me.

>>4506102
>Yes, take me to the rest of the crew, I want to thank everybody who saved me.

>>4506102
> Show me the ship, I want to walk and stretch my legs a little bit.

>>4506102
>> Yes, take me to the rest of the crew, I want to thank everybody who saved me.

Sorry guys I was planning to add another reply today, but things happened and now it has gotten pretty late for me, so I will end it for today.

Are you enjoying it so far? Are you liking the pictures that I add every now and then?

You can also feel free to ask questions if you guys want.

>Thanks for playing!

>>4506462
>Are you enjoying it so far? Are you liking the pictures that I add every now and then?
Although I just came here: yes and yes. Care and effort always a plus in my book, though what I really want to do is explore the world building here.

>>4505811
>"What happened?"

>>4506102
> Show me the ship, I want to walk and stretch my legs a little bit.
I don't really want to stick with the crew this time, we kinda ditched them last time. I'm gonna miss Dill.
And shit, you should have choosen a high endurance character, now we won't get many enhancements. Or the caravaneer, luck's always OP.

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>>4506578
Eh, we can make a sniper/trader build with these stats if we invest the skill points in Guns and Barter

Hopefully we can find someone like best girl

>>4506638
>nobody ever notices me... but they notice the Pip-boy light.

>>4506638
>Barter: 32
>Energy Weapons: 21
>Explosives: 21
>Guns: 17
>Lockpick: 36
>Medicine: 17
>Melee Weapons: 15
>Repair: 17
>Science: 17
>Sneak: 17
>Speech: 32
>Survival: 12
>Unarmed: 13

Well these are our current stats, with us being proficient in barter, speech and Lock picking. We are also slightly better in energy weapons than regular guns.

Sorry guys, my computer is givin me trouble, next update might take a while.

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Sorry guys. Computer continues getting blue screens every now and then. And every time it happens the picture I was editing or the reply I was writing get erased. No updates until I can solve this

>>4507510
Null sweat OP, we’ll wait for you.

>>4507510
Hope things go well

Alright guys. Managed to boot an old computer that I had lying around. This piece of crap runs like shit, half of the keys don't work and doesn't has photoshop. So no edited pictures for a while. Writing now.

Add this cute girl Evelynkley on snap chat

>>4506102
> Yes, take me to the rest of the crew, I want to thank everybody who saved me.

You slowly leave the soup away and remove the tattered blankets over your body and see bandages, balms and wrapped plant leaves covering your body.

"You got hurt badly, and soaked some nasty rads. Good thing I know a trick or two to stay healthy 'roun here." He says with a coarse laugh as he pats your shoulder.

With every movement your muscles ache and hurt, you can see some nasty bruises and even a new scar or two.

"Wow, hold up buckaroo. Are you sure you are fine to walk and move? You just woke up from a crash landing." You nod and Saltgut gives you his hand, and with his help you finally get on your feet.

The ship you are at is old and rusty, it is clearly pre-war, possibly one of the last working ships of this model. More than two centuries have passed since the Great-War, the mighty machines that they built are starting to break down and fail at an alarming rate. People are resourceful, they have learned to fix what breaks, first they used spare pieces and the right tools, and when those ran out scrap and jury rigging did the trick. But now, even those are failing and becoming impossible to fix. Every day a new thing breaks down, and there is nothing that can be done to get fixed, every day more and more old technology gets lost. Seeing an old beast like this is impressive, but sad. Some day it will break down like everything else, no matter how hard they try the rate of degradation will outpace the rate of reparation.


"I know what you are thinking. You look like I do when I think about this dear lady. You are wondering how can this rust bucket continue floating and how long it has until it finally breaks down right?" The captains says, with a hint of sadness and melancholy on his voice.

"I have been sailing this beautiful tugboat for centuries already. I have witnessed crewmembers come and go. I don't know how long will she have. But I have learned to love every single rusted inch of her body. And when she goes down, I will go down with her. But that won't be today. So c'mon, walk with me, let me show you my beloved Rustbucket."

You two slowly leave the nursery and walk across the corridors of the massive tugboat. Despite of its old age and the rust the ship was heavily decorated with old posters, tattered rags and flags, oil paintings, string lights and even mosaics made with old sea shells and small rocks. Overall, the place looks really homely and comfy.

>>4508484

"What exactly do you do here?" You ask.

"We fish. But sometimes fish banks are too small, too irradiated, too mutated. So we look for underwater junk and trash, we sell the valuable stuff, use what we can for repairs and keep the rest to make art projects or small trinkets like necklaces, earrings and so on. It's good to keep us sane and entertained, and sometimes when we have too many of them we can even sell them up for good caps."

"Uh. Interesting." Despite being surrounded by irradiated waters flooded with all kinds of monsters, people here manage to stay positive and cheerful. This would have made for a great journalistic article... for the NCR readers. You doubt that the local folk would be interested in this.

"Oh by the way, the net caught several things from the plane. Most are in a pretty bad condition but you can get some." Saltgut says, as he picks a box that he had prepared and left outside of the room.

>Choose one for each:
Weapons:
>A scratched and chipped knife (Strength)
1d4 Damage

>A set of bone made knuckles (Strength)
1d6 Damage

>A salt encrusted Laser Pistol (Perception)
1d4 Damage

>A rusty revolver (Perception)
1d6 Damage

Outfit:
>Oil Stained Utility Coveralls
Light Armor, 2 Damage Resistance, +2 Repair.

>Bullet hole covered Leather Armor
Light armor, 4 Damage Resistance

>Padded army clothes
Light Armor, 3 Damage Resistance, +1 to Guns and Survival

Accessory:
>Homemade Gas Mask:
+2 Radiation Resistance

>Engraved Lighter:
Gives a small light source and allows you to light dynamite or cigars.

>Half melted Geiger Counter:
Emits an acoustic alarm in proximity of radioactive areas.

>Game console:
A portable Rob-Co FunBoy 2000. It can play holotape games. It will entertain you from time to time and allow you to regain a small amount of sanity. Comes with Atomic Command included.

>>4508485
>Laser pistol
>Leather Armor
>Geiger counter

>>4508485
seconding >>4508520

>>4508520
+2

>>4508485
>A rusty revolver (Perception)

Revolver is cooler and gives cowboy vibes like some anons wanted

>Bullet hole covered Leather Armor
>Half melted Geiger Counter:

>>4508485
Revolver, Military Clothes, Geiger Counter.

>>4508485
>A rusty revolver
>Padded army clothes
>Engraved Lighter

>>4508485

You grab the salt encrusted laser pistol, the bullet hole ridden leather armor and the half melted Geiger counter. The pistol was clearly taken from the bottom of the ocean, it's still wet and smells of the sea, the armor was obviously taken from a corpse, one that didn't suffered much by the looks of the holes and their positions, whoever used to wear this, it died quickly, but not painlessly, and the half melted radiation detector? Well, it has been clearly melted due to insane amounts of rads. These three items would be considered cursed or bad omens for more superstitious people, and even if you are not that kind of person, well, they still creep you out. Still, they beat the underwear and bandages that you are currently wearing, so they will have to do.

After quickly changing Saltgut continues with his tour, turning a corner and leading you towards a small open area that had a kitchen and a few couches along with a jukebox, a couple of radios and a small coffee table littered with old comics, empty candy wraps and spread cards.

On the kitchen a small asian man works with the knife, grabbing fish from a nearby barrel and masterfully chopping them up in small pieces. With the twist of his wrists he removes bones, eyes, and bumpy tumors as if they were nothing, throwing the carcasses and remains into another barrel. The man barely looks at you, only giving a quick glance before returning to his duty. He is wearing tattered rags, and oddly enough, a couple of urns rest on his back, tied to his chest and shoulders with ropes.

"That's Shang, our cook. The soup you ate was made by him. He's the main reason as of why we haven't died of scurvy or rad poisoning. He prefers working with fish, but will cook anything we bring him. Never play five finger fillet with him, he never loses, never."

With a grunt Shang smiles and nods.

"Here we have Seabreeze" Saltgut says, softly patting a man taking a nap in one of the couches. "He's the artists of the ship, helps with the fishing, repairing and whatnot, a jack of all trades, and whenever there's some free time he likes to gather whatever junk we have around and work in some artistic project. He's a good kid."

Seabreeze is an odd looking man. His hair was long and had blonde roots, yet his ends are seaweed green in color, and they did not look dyed, they were naturally green. His face is also covered in freckles, but they were not the typical brownish freckles, they were bioluminescent and weakly shone under the light at certain angles, sparking as he softly snored.

One of the radios was on, playing a song of some kind. Up until now you had never listened to Hawaiian music stations, you didn't had the chance, but it was good to know that this new wasteland, despite of all of its dangers and risks, still had the time to play on some music.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3_rVjPPS09g&list=PLx1_zV97wi1ZmAifIz6ImvzA6TNwHbOK3&index=8

>>4508750

"And that was Chuck Berry's promised land folks! Tell me, have you found your promised land? It is somewhere out in the wasteland friend, search for it, make it your home, find somewhere to share it with and build your own future! That's what I did and look at me, playing songs and speaking to the waves for years baby! Here at Rainbow Jack's Radio Shack we only play the best tunes, next is Na Hana Nui A Maui by the always great Mark Keali'i Ho'omalu!"

You softly smiled, it was pretty ironic, not in a good and funny way, but ironic. You had been lured into hawaii after giving a hint about a ring of slavers working in the Frisco docks. The hint was true, they were working after all, but it was also a trap to get rid of you. Your last journalistic investigations had put several NCR politicians in hot water. You were mad of course, they had tried to get rid of you, but they failed, perhaps you might never set a foot in San Francisco ever again, but who knows, this place might be your Promised Land indeed.

A distant toilet flush was then heard and from a nearby room a grizzled man came out and quickly sat on the free couch, giving you a quick nod before popping open a beer bottle and drinking it.

"That's Dillinger, he's also a mainlander, came from... the Commonwealth you called it? He's been with us for a year only. Good man, hell of a deadshot with laser weapons. He's also into tinkering, so he helps keep this beauty afloat as well. Not a man of many words."

Dillinger gives you a nod and grabs one of the old comics.

"Where are the others?" Asks Saltgut.

"Aurore, Rickard and Kahuna are on their class. They should be done soon."

The captain nods and indicates you to follow him. He takes you towards the ship's sleeping quarters, where everybody but the captain sleeps. After getting inside you see a room with bunk beds and hammocks, in a corner there is a set with children's toys, chalk of different colors and old books. The room was with the lights off and only a couple of candles illuminated the area.

"Very well Rickard, now Kahuna, answer me this, what is the capital of Venezuela?" A robotic voice asked.

As you got inside you saw a couple of persons in one of the bunk beds, a little girl on the top one and an adult and muscular man in the bottom bed. Next to them there was a Ms.Nanny robot painted with crayons and covered in cute and glittery stickers.

"Ahem." Says Saltgut, announcing their presence. "This is Aurore, our nurse, and she also acts as a teacher for Rickard and Kahuna. She knows a lot of things, so feel free to ask her anytime about anything. She was also the one that resuscitated you, took care of you and healed you back, so you better be grateful. Crew, this is Diego, our newest recruit."

"Nice to meet you all, you say."

>>4508751

The little girl returned you a nice and bright smile, she had to be around twelve years old, and clearly of pacific islander ethnicity, Rickard looked older, he was clearly an adult, and looked mixed, hard to pinpoint a clear ethnicity on him.

"Rickard is our muscle, he's the one that mans the harpoon when we find a big catch, and the one that pulls the nest when it gets stuck. Kahuna is our little girl, we adopted her a few years ago, she is a tinkerer and is the one that does most of the repairs around here."

"Hey there!" Says Rickard, with a deep and guttural voice that somehow, sounded sweet.

"It's getting late, so we will all go to bed soon enough, feel free to talk with any of us or if you prefer to rest then go back to the nursery. Tomorrow we will work hard. I won't make you do the hard stuff until you are fully healed, but just so you know we will wake up at six am sharp, so you better be well rested. Aight, everybody I'll be in my cabin. See you." Saltgut says as he nods softly and heads back.

> Talk with Shang, his ability with knifes is impressive, and you are curious about the urns that he was carrying on his back.
> Talk with Seabreeze, his artistic ability turned this ship into something marvellous and cozy instead of depressing and cold, you are sure that speaking to him will be...interesting to say at the least.
> Talk with Dillinger, he also came from the mainland, why is he here? You are curious to know.
> Talk with Aurore. She was the one that took care of you, and she seems to know a lot, if you have any questions about Hawaii she might be the one able to answer it.
> Talk with Rickard. If he's an adult, why is he taking class with the little girl? He seems kind of slow, perhaps if you speak with him you might discover if something is truly wrong with him.
> Talk with Kahuna. She seems sweet and might be the easiest one to befriend, having her become a friend might help you befriend the others around here
> There will be plenty of time tomorrow, go back to sleep.
> Other options, write in.

>>4508754
>> Talk with Shang, his ability with knifes is impressive, and you are curious about the urns that he was carrying on his back.
Sounds like he'll have a good story.
And hey, Dillinger's here.

>Talk with Aurore
thank her for the care and milk her for more codex entries, what she knows of recent events (do robots pick up radio transmissions?), post-war history and natural hazards.


Is Seabreeze a gill folk? And Dillinger a synth? I bet he's a synth.

>>4508754
> Talk with Dillinger, he also came from the mainland, why is he here? You are curious to know

>>4508754
>> Talk with Dillinger, he also came from the mainland, why is he here? You are curious to know
Eyyy

>>4508766
>Is Seabreeze a gill folk?
Nope, but he's not 100% human.

>And Dillinger a synth? I bet he's a synth.
Could be.

>>4508750
>You grab the salt encrusted laser pistol, the bullet hole ridden leather armor and the half melted Geiger counter.

So is this quest first come, first served rather than most votes?

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Does Dil still have the rocket surf board?

>>4509173
There were three votes for that. Others had only a single vote.

>>4509211
He lost it. This quest will be more gritty, less wacky. Will have wacky moments, but not as much

>>4509235
So no going from and alien spaceship to Skyrim? Shucks

>>4509236
We will see. I might ask if you guys want a Wild Wasteland at the end of this thread. If votes say yes, then get ready for more pop culture references than the Big Bang Theory

>>4508754
> Talk with Dillinger, he also came from the mainland, why is he here? You are curious to know

You say goodbye to the captain and the people inside of the room and go back to the common area, before sitting on the couch next to Dillinger.

"So uh... you are a foreigner too?" You ask.

Dillinger is a strong and grizzled man, he emanates an aura of danger around him, you have seen people like him before. People who live in the wilderness, people who live away from the safety of the cities. People who do not live, but survive, might become like him.

The wasteland is a cruel mistress, but the few times it feels generous it will reward you with power and treasures. The wasteland either kills you, or makes you strong enough to do whatever you want. The wasteland is an equal opportunist as well, it won't care if you are man, woman, gay, straight, black or white. All kinds of heroes and monsters have been born from the wastes, from Saints to Devils. You are pretty sure that Dillinger has blood on his hands, and has seen wonders and horrors that would chill your spine. To you surviving a plane crash might have been a wondrous event, to him it could have been just another Tuesday.

"I prefer the term, tourist." He answers with a voice that sounds coarse, not even giving a glance at your direction.

"Commonwealth uh? Where's that?"

He sighs and closes the comic, then opens another beer and gives it to you. "Boston and its surrounding areas. So all the way to the east. Don't ask me how it is, don't remember much of it. I bailed when I was sixteen and been wandering since then. I guess this is the end of the road, any more westward and I would end in Commieland with all the chinese and ruskies. No thank you."

>>4509375

"Wow..." You say, truly impressed. You know that the Brotherhood, Enclave and some of the more powerful caravans have travelled far to the east, and that as far as legends tell, the more East you go the wilder the land becomes. Even before the Great War, before the radiation, the mutant beasts, raiders and all that, travelling from one point of the country to the opposite side would have taken months and be considered an incredible feat.

"Yeah... I was born and raised in a place called Sanctuary, it was a great settlement, but I wanted adventure in my life and I never truly felt at home so I ended packing a few things and hitting the road. Sadly, no matter where I travelled or settled no place seemed to be good enough, I always wanted to explore further and see more of the wastes. But... I think that the road changed me, back in Sanctuary I was a soft person, and after a while on my own the wastes hardened me, made me strong, but at the same time made me hate the land with passion. Any place with sickness, misery, violence, drought and so on... they made me feel sick to the core, and areas like that are a plenty around the world right now. I ended reaching the NCR and even ended settling in the city of Arroyo. But a man like me, couldn't get work in a shop or whatever, I had been shaped by the wasteland, turned into a monster, and all the jobs I could find dealt with violence in some way or another. I ended understanding that I had become what I hated the most, that I had been turned into another gear in the cycle of violence. I couldn't live on the wastes, I couldn't live on the cities, and going back home to Sanctuary was out of the question, my father Nate would have been devastated if he saw what I had become."

"So, you went even further west?" You ask, enthralled by his tale. Suddenly you notice that Seabreeze has woken up, and is as hooked as you are.

"Yeah, well, I didn't knew what would I find. And honestly, I didn't care much if the voyage killed me. Here, I found some balance. I have a family, a peaceful place that keeps my demons away, and my skills with the gun and the blade are useful and appreciated, and I don't have to kill innocents, only sharks and pirates. So its all a win win situation in my book."

He then finishes his beer in a single gulp and cracks his neck.

"So yeah, that's my tale. It's nice to tell it to people, makes my burden feel slightly lighter."

Dillinger might not be your friend yet, but he seems to appreciate you.

> Go to sleep. Rest until tomorrow.
> Talk to Seabreeze, continue chatting for a while.
> Saltgut mentioned that Dillinger is good with laser weapons, ask him if he can teach you.
> Other options, write in.

>>4509377
much tempted to ask for a lesson in laser weaponry, the man did just say he's sick of violence... so let's go with
>Talk to Seabreeze, continue chatting for a while.

>>4509377
>> Saltgut mentioned that Dillinger is good with laser weapons, ask him if he can teach you.

>>4509377
>> Talk to Seabreeze, continue chatting for a while

>>4509377
> Saltgut mentioned that Dillinger is good with laser weapons, ask him if he can teach you.

just some friendly training, if he's in the mood

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Sorry for the delay guys, I was working on getting Photoshop in my new computer and copying all the resources from one pc to another. Here's what I've been working on!

>>4510240
Forgot to say:

We are the guy on the left. The more damaged we are the worse we will look.

In the centre we will see the person we are speaking with, an object we are examining or the place we are at. There will be information displayed about our character, stuff like our current Level, Exp, Karma and so on.

On the right there will be displayed our current location in the map, or information about our current skills.

>>4510242
Well at least we're a handsome sonofabitch. I'm guessing that silver-tongued is a go.

>>4509377
> Talk to Seabreeze, continue chatting for a while.
> Saltgut mentioned that Dillinger is good with laser weapons, ask him if he can teach you.

Seabreeze stretches next to you and several of his bones and joints crack.

"Damn, nothing better to wake up than a good story, or was it a good story to fall asleep? Whatever, both are cool with me."

"Hi, I'm Diego. Nice to meet you." You say, kind of puzzled by his words. His voice was soft and slightly echoing, kind of hypnotic in a sense.

"Oh hey, you are the guy we picked up from the plane crash.It's nice seeing you. Are you alright?" He says, scratching his armpit and grabbing some candy from under the table.

"Yeah, thanks to you guys." You reply, nodding both Seabreeze and Dillinger.

"I was the one that I found you. If I knew that you would beat my napping record then I wouldn't have said anything."

"...What?"

Dillinger groans and rolls his eyes.

"Seabreeze suffers from migraines, candy and chems help with the pain, but make him sleepy. And at one point he managed to sleep for almost an entire week. Well, with your crash induced coma, you beat him by a couple of days. And now he's mad."

"Of course I am mad! What should I tell my future children? That I was the second best sleeper in the ship? Hell no! That's why I was taking a nap right now, I'm training to beat your score kiddo."

This conversation did not have any kind of sense. It was silly in a fun way, even the grizzled Dillinger seemed to be having fun and feeling relaxed around him.

"Fine by me." You add, not fully knowing what to say.

"Don't take him seriously, he isn't angry at you, just pissed, and in a couple of days he will forgot about it."

"I already did, no hard feelings new guy. Name's Seabreeze, nice to meetcha." He then adds, with a nice smile as lending his hand. The freckles on his face glowed for a while, and so did the greenish tips of his mane. You shook his hand and smiled back.

"So... I've heard that you are the one that decorated the ship?" You ask.

"Yeah, well not everything of course, this ship is a canvas that we all can share, but yeah most of the stuff around here is mine. Every now and then I get a stroke of genius and create a masterpiece that gets us some pretty caps. But that's pretty rare you know? Sadly the world isn't ready for my art, and not everybody appreciates my creations. So I usually scrap them down to get new stuff to work with, or to give Kahuna and Dillinger here scrap metal and resources to do their repairs and tinkering. Sometimes I've simply dropped my creations over the ocean, the fishes also need art in their lives. And who knows perhaps in a thousand years somebody will find my stuff down there and they might posthumously make me the greatest artist ever."

"You are crazy." Dillinger says.

"Well duh, the bests artists are!"

>>4510283

Seabreeze cracks some candy and mentats until they are dust and then snorts the mixture.

"Oh yeah, that will keep my mind dancin' for a while!"

He then grabs a pen and starts scribbling weird geometric shapes on its left forearm.

"I don't know what's poisoning you more, if the chems or all that ink in your skin." Dillinger says

"Want some?" Seabreeze quickly answers, not fully clearing if he meant chems or ink.

"I'm good."

"And you new guy?"

"I'm still weak. Chems are not for me, at least for now."

"Your loss."

Seabreeze then curls in a ball and starts muttering to himself as he continues painting on his own arm. Then he goes silent, you feel worried and pat him lightly, only to find that he had fallen asleep once more. Dillinger grunts and stands up before grabbing a blanket and covering him up.

"You should go to sleep as well. You need rest." He then says.

"Wait, before I go. Saltgut said that you are good with energy weapons, can you teach me?"

Dillinger then turns and looks at the kitchen's clock, then moves his head from side to side as if considering what to say and finally nods.

"Alright, if you are going to join us then I need to be sure that you will be useful in a fight. Saltgut is good with a shotgun, Rickard is unstoppable with a sledgehammer, Seabreeze is surprisingly good with a flamethrower, Aurore has weapons on herself, and I do good with a Laser Rifle. All of us can fight."

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>>4510284

"What about Kahuna?" You ask.

"Please, she's a little girl. We protect and hide whenever we are boarded by pirates or we accidentally catch a live mirelurk. She helps us by maintaining our weapons and armor. She's useful in her own way."

You nod and agree.

"Show me your sidearm." He then adds, pointing at your gun. You grab and give it to him and he starts to inspect it.

"Yeah... a typical AER9. Not bad, but could be better. The salt has gotten inside of the calibration crystal and coated it. Expect half of the shots to misfire or not fire at all. Luckily the weapon's output isn't big enough to explode. A plasma rifle or a laser gatling in this bad condition would be more useful as an explosive. Look, It's getting late, tomorrow after work I'll teach you how to clean it without messing with the optics, and I will show you how to aim and shoot. Deal?"

With that said he went towards the sleeping quarters and quickly rested himself on one of the empty beds. You followed behind and by the time you reached him he was already asleep, along with Rickard and Kahuna. Aurore did not sleep, perks of being a robot, she was the one that patrolled the ship and overwatched possible pirate attacks. With a yawn you got on top of an empty bed and instantly fell asleep.

...

Six am came sooner than you expected, you had a very deep yet dreamless sleep. You woke up feeling restless, still tired and with your muscles aching and sore.

"Alright newbie." Says the Captain as he wakes you up. "Since it's your first day I'll let you choose the job. Gutting fish, cleaning the deck, manning the crane or assorting and repairing what we find?"

> I want to gut fish (Melee Skill)
> I want to clean the deck (Unarmed Skill)
> I want to man the crane (Science Skill)
> I want to repair things (Repair Skill)

>>4510285
>> I want to repair things (Repair Skill)

>>4510285
> I want to man the crane (Science Skill)

>>4510285
well we're not exactly stellar in any of these... let's get swabbin'

>I want to clean the deck (Unarmed Skill)

Also-something I’ve been meaning to ask, what does skill rate mean?

>>4510395
How many skill points we get per level up

>>4510285
> I want to repair things (Repair Skill)

>>4510285
>> I want to clean the deck (Unarmed Skill)

Rolled 2 (1d2)

Sorry guys, I wanted to give a reply yesterday but I was busy and I couldn't.

There's a tie between repairing and cleaning. So I'll do a dice roll.

>Cleaning
1

>Repairing
2

>>4510285
> I want to repair things (Repair Skill)

"I..." You say with a yawn. "I'm not a natural tinkerer, but I've worked with a camera and a typewriter and learned how to maintain and fix them."

"Good enough for me. We have a crate full of scrap and junk. Repair what you can and if not clean and separate the different parts. That will help us lots." Saltgut says with a pat on your shoulder as he hands you a steamy cuppa.

You drink from the salty and rusty cup and finish the drink quickly before standing up and going to the ship's cargo bay. Outside of the ship Kahuna is manning a crane, Saltgut is on top of the ship, looking at the seas and different fish banks, Seabreeze and Rickard are on the sides of the cranes, ready to pull. Before your arrival the ship used a radar and echolocation machines to detect where the fishes and the underwater cargo could be found, but since your arrival and due to your explosive collar they were forced to turn off most of that machinery, just in case, so they have been guessing where to fish since then. Let's just hope that your presence doesn't incurs them in many losses.

As you advance towards the cargo bay you encounter Shang and Aurore, who are cleaning the deck and scrubbing it hard. Shang ignores you, but Aurore gives you a nice greeting as you pass by. Once in the cargo bay you find several barrels and crates, most of them are filled with ice or salt and countless of fishes, packed food or vegetables, either whole or chopped up. The crate you will be working with is at the end of the room, in a great container in a corner filled with random crap.

With a sigh you start to work by grabbing one of the hundreds pieces of junk and proceeding to clean it with some cloth and Abraxo. It is a dull job, but someone has to do it, and its way more comfy and relaxed that pulling a massive net full of metal or fishes. Luckily for you, after a while you notice that there is a radio nearby, so you turn it on and let some tunes entertain you while you work.

>>4511334

As you turn on the radio a song ends and the host starts to speak.

"Thank you, guys." Says Rainbow Jack's raspy voice over the radio's cranky speaker. "So, we're back on Talkin' and Spankin', just one of many fine shows you'll hear if you have good taste and tune in with us. I know some of you folks don't like me ranting about crazy shit with crazy people. But bear with me, this is my way of releasing steam! If I were playing the same songs over and over I would shot my brains out, who can hear Johnny Guitar more than four times without considering a bullet to the noggin? No one! That's why I want to hear people mumble and ramble from time to time, makes me feel better about my own madness. I'm your very entertaining host, Rainbow Jack! Anyway, today's topic is morality. What is it? What's Karma? Why do we need it? Our ancestors, shortly after discovering fire, built tools to beat each other over the head, then, some years later Chairman Cheng came over, and nuked us all. Why? All very confusing, if you ask me. And you did, and I asked myself: that is a perfect subject for a wasteland-wide discussion show, which is very lucky because I happen to host one. To discuss the subject of morality, we have cultist leader High Wizard of the Lillies, the head of the Free spirit beatniks, a group which enjoy making free love, and participate in deeply intricate and highly sexual rituals to connect with mother nature. We also have Jean Green, a wastelander that passed by and accepted to share her thoughts in exchange of a hot meal. And, finally, we have a naked feral ghoul, which has been chained and tied for our protection, but whose genitals are still clearly exposed and visible."

"Why is that rotten cock the only exposed part of him!" Says a female voice from the radio.

"Well, it's his right as a man. A shame he is a feral, he has a nice cock. A flowery crown would look really good on him." Replies a deep and lewd sounding voice.

"Let's start with the obvious, yes? Is it moral to be naked?" Intervenes Jack.

"Yeahh!" Says the High Wizard.

"Why is he stripping? I came here for some cram and water! Not to see dangling cocks!"

"You can't stop me! I have been getting naked at any chance since 2312. Clothes are seriously unnatural. I only wear them to stop bullets, but when I'm out of combat is naked time baby! Clothes are plain wrong! When you're born, you're not wearing any clothes. When you die, you're not wearing any clothes. Duh."

>>4511335

"I'm going to have to interrupt you there. What if you die at work? What if an enormous piece of machinery falls on you while you're working?" Says Jack.

"Clothes lead to immorality, nudity stops people from fighting! It's impossible to be mad at a sexy and naked hunk like me. People around the world are nude. You don't wanna shoot a machine gun, or a howitzer, or a flamethrower if you're naked. It could burn or scold in quite a personal fashion. Quite frankly, have you been to the wilderness? Animals are naked. If everyone were naked, there'd be no war. Everyone's complaining about crime, and the theft of cars in the city. No one's ever stolen my car, no one's ever pickpocketed me, they've never even tried."

"You need pockets to be pickpocketed genius, nobody gets near you because they are creeped out by seeing a naked hippie like you!" Screams the woman.

"If the police were naked, it would set a great example to everyone. You can direct traffic and eat donuts entirely in the buff. I can hold three donuts in my cock. Wanna see?"

"No you perverted turdbrain!"

The sound of running and screaming along with brawling came then.

"Ow, my dick! My beautiful dick! Why did you kick it?"

"What the fuck, why is it getting hard? I'm getting out of here, I prefer to starve than to be in this fucking loony house for another minute."

"Well, that was enough arguing for now, moving on to some good songs from the past before these two kill each other. I say twenty caps that they end sleeping together, just a hunch. See ya folks!" Then speaks Rainbow Jack, as the perverted hippie and the wastelander continue fighting and screaming in the back. Then a song started to play and you, with laughing tears in your eyes, turn off the radio.

You had been cleaning and working while listening to the radio, and before you knew it you had managed to clean and scrap all the pieces around. There are three machines that could be fixed with the junk and pieces that you had around.

> Try to fix a flashlight, its not very damaged and it should be an easy fix. This will allow you to illuminate your surrounding areas. (Very Easy dice roll: -15. Will grant 1d100+50 exp)
Your 1d20+17 vs My 1d20+-15

> Try to fix a compass. This will allow you to know where north, east, south and west are. It might also make a good gift for Saltgut. (Easy difficulty dice roll: +0. Will grant 1d100+100 exp)
Your 1d20+17 vs My 1d20+0

> Try to fix a typewriting machine. This will allow you to write and pass the time. Who knows, perhaps your writings might be valuable, some day. (Normal difficulty dice roll: +15. ill grant 1d100+200 exp)
Your 1d20+17 vs My 1d20+15

>>4511337
>> Try to fix a compass. This will allow you to know where north, east, south and west are. It might also make a good gift for Saltgut. (Easy difficulty dice roll: +0. Will grant 1d100+100 exp)

>>4511343
You forgot to roll, friend.

Rolled 16 + 15 (1d20 + 15)

>>4511337
>> Try to fix a typewriting machine. This will allow you to write and pass the time. Who knows, perhaps your writings might be valuable, some day. (Normal difficulty dice roll: +15. ill grant 1d100+200 exp)

haha Writing go brrrp

Rolled 9 + 15 (1d20 + 15)

>>4511337
>> Try to fix a typewriting machine. This will allow you to write and pass the time. Who knows, perhaps your writings might be valuable, some day. (Normal difficulty dice roll: +15. ill grant 1d100+200 exp)

Rolled 18 + 17 (1d20 + 17)

>>4511362
Thought we decide what to do before rolling

Rolled 9 + 17 (1d20 + 17)

>>4511337
> Try to fix a typewriting machine. This will allow you to write and pass the time. Who knows, perhaps your writings might be valuable, some day. (Normal difficulty dice roll: +15. ill grant 1d100+200 exp)

We are a journalist after all

this >>4511545 is me >>4511343
phoneposting btw not a new vote

Rolled 16 + 15 (1d20 + 15)

Alright, typewriter wins. Since the highest dice roll was 18 I normally would need to roll a nat 20 to equal your dice roll. In this game as long as you equal or surpass my dice rolls then you guys succeed. So I won't roll, because its an automatic success.

Writing now.

Rolled 69 + 200 (1d100 + 200)

Rolling to see how much exp we get.

>>4511805
NNNo

>>4511805
Nice

>>4511805
Nice. Alright! We level up!

We get 13 skill points to distribute. To make things easier choose two skills to gain +4 and one to gain +5.

These are our current stats:

Barter: 32
Energy Weapons: 21
Explosives: 21
Guns: 17
Lockpick: 36
Medicine: 17
Melee Weapons: 15
Repair: 17
Science: 17
Sneak: 17
Speech: 32
Survival: 12
Unarmed: 13

After this, we will choose a perk. We will get a perk every time we level up.

>>4511819
+4
Sneak, Survival
+5
Energy Weapons
I really wanna see the perks, last time we kinda mess up with a few but some were OP

>>4511825
>I really wanna see the perks, last time we kinda mess up with a few but some were OP

They are mostly the same as the last time. Only a few ones have been added. Here they are:

> A brooding aura of pain:
Some scars go deeper than the skin. You have been pierced in the heart not with weapons, but with cruel acts and soul rending words. Perhaps someone you loved died, perhaps you have been cheated on. Whatever the reason, your heart has been shattered, and the pain has made you stronger. +2 to all attack dice rolls inflicted.

> A scandalous parade of debauchery:
Booze. Sex. More booze. Brawling, gambling, insulting the president, and slander. Booze and Chems. Chems taken alone, chems taken in company. Is there any vice you haven't explored? Perhaps, not that you can remember anyway. With this perk the positive effects of Chems and Booze last twice as long, and the negative ones last 50% less.

> Haunted:
You are plagued by the past; by some guilt or sin or old ordeal that will not let you rest. Ghostly presences in the corner of your eye, nightmarish visitors during your sleep. The crazier you get, the stronger they become. Out of necessity, you have learned to fight back. For every 200 points of insanity, you gain +1 STR

> Dreamer of mirrors and impossible colors:
You lost your mind, once. They put you in a loony house controlled by a violent manager who would determine when you could leave. Perhaps you truly managed to regain your sanity after enough chems and electro-therapy, perhaps you learned how to seem sane enough. +5 to all dice rolls when insanity is higher than 800

>>4511819
+4
unarmed, survival
+5
energy weapons

>>4511840
So we're a barely functioning psychotic! Nice!

>>4511844
No no, these are the perks that I've recently added. The real list is way, way longer.

>>4511844
We could be! Last time we aced every single sanity roll. Despite it all.

Where’s the perk list, anyway?

Rolled 1 (1d2)

Seems like you guys want +4 for survival and +5 for energy. But there's a tie between unarmed and sneak. So I'll do a dice roll.

>Sneak
1

>Unarmed
2

>>4511873
I was planning to add it after we choose the skills. Here it is:

Standard perks:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/17lByiQu0HWGGJrxEx-L1yL5pFQTAbE_abbrSClSn-Ps/edit

Racial perk:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1bDWe2DsgK5dr-WPCZx9wpKEAu7JyG-8biuiWqaOBrRM/edit

Take your time to make a choice, because the list is HUGE.

>>4511882
>Radiation Shield
This time I'm not taking any chances.
Question, if we get three levels of Biomechanical Adaptation and all implants then get turned into Psyker do we lose the implants?

>>4511882
>Educated
Obvious choice is obvious, +3 skill points per lvl up

>>4511882
>>4511893
Wait I forgot, changing to
>Educated
Always start with that one

>>4511893
Nope, but we might have some serious trouble.

For each of our END points we can have one implant, since our END is 4 we can have up to 4. With Biomechanical Adaptation Lv1 we could have 5 implants, with Lv2 we could have 8 and with Lv3 we could have up to 13.

Ghouls and Psykers can have one bionic for each 2 END points. If we were a Ghoul or a Psyker we could only have 2 implants.

Super Mutants, as they are so big and so drastically different can only have one implant per each 3 END points.

Robots don't have any limit. They can install as many as they want.

This happens because bionics implants were designed pre-war for humans, their internal firmware don't work as well with mutated DNA.

If we were to have 13 implants, and suddenly became a Ghoul or a Psyker then 11 of these implants would cease to work. If we were to become a Super Mutant then 12 implants would cease to work. We would have to choose which ones work and which ones will cease to function.

I know its shitty, but its an incentive for cyborg characters to be careful with radiation and mutations.

If we get too many implants, and we are getting too irradiated or mutated, perhaps the best option would be to go full robot.

Alright, Educated it is. Next time we level up we will get 16 skill points. Well done guys!

>>4511337
> Try to fix a typewriting machine. This will allow you to write and pass the time. Who knows, perhaps your writings might be valuable, some day. (Normal difficulty dice roll: +15. ill grant 1d100+200 exp)

You find an old Carlisle typewriter, besides some rust and some salt the machine is in pretty good condition, so you decide to repair it with the gears, springs and whatever junk might be around. The work isn't really hard, you have worked with similar machines for years, and their guts and mechanisms are pretty easy to understand once you get the gist of it. Several times when the ship moves from side to side from the ocean waves, screws and other small pieces fall to the ground and roll everywhere, delaying your delicate job, but other than this, you don't find many difficulties.

After a few hours, the machine is fixed and ready. All you need now is some ink and some paper to start writing, but those should be easy to find around and common in most markets.

With a smile you look at your finished job. You did really well, and this should allow you to write your experiences and help you keep boredom and insanity at bay.

>Carlisle Typewriter: Every day that we have it around we will get +2 Insanity.

A small melodic whistle sounds around some speakers built in the ship. It's time to get lunch. You stand up and walk towards the common area, kind of hungry to be honest. As you approach the kitchen Rickard suddenly comes with a shocked expression.

"Capten, capten! Fly body in sky, up up!" He says, stuttering and slightly mispronouncing some words.

"Calm down Rickard. What happens."

"Come see."

He turns back and starts walking outside, everybody follows him and once you all are in the deck, you all see it. It's a corpse, not a very fresh one. Floating a few feet above the water, suspended in the air by some colourful balloons.

"Well, we are fishermen, not bird hunters. I say we let the thing drift away." Saltgut says, holding his pipe, clearly creeped by it.

"Who knows, it might have some caps or good loot. Without the radar we haven't been getting as much fish. We shouldn't ignore it." Adds Dillinger.

"Do whatever you want, but if you get the corpse, loot it of anything valuable and then chuck it overboard. I don't want it in here for more than necessary." Saltgut replies while shrugging.

>>4512013

"Alright, the one that shoots it down gets to jettinson it later." Dillinger says, grabbing his laser rifle. "I told you I would give you a lesson in weapons, this could be a good opportunity, you in?"

Shang, as a melee master and specialist in knives rejects the challenge, he could easily pop the balloons with one of his sharp meat cleavers, but then the weapon would get lost onto the waters. Saltgut also passes, saying that shooting a corpse is bad juju. Rickard could have used his harpoon to pull the corpse easily, but the child minded man is afraid of the floating carcass, and also declines participating. Aurore considers it to be in bad taste and even chastises Dillinger, and Kahuna doesn't carries any weapons on her own, so she's automatically out.

"I'm in." You say, grabbing your laser pistol.

>Try to shoot at the balloons. This will be easy, but who knows what kind of gases are inside of them, they might violently explode and destroy the corpse in the process. (Easy difficulty dice roll: +0. Will grant 1d100+100 exp)
Your 1d20+26 vs My 1d20+0 = Automatic Success.

>Try to shoot at the corpse's head. This will be normal difficulty, it will damage the corpse slightly and destroy any hats, glasses, masks or helmets that it might carry. (Normal difficulty dice roll: +15. Will grant 1d100+200 exp)
Your 1d20+26 vs My 1d20+15

>Try to shoot at the rope that connects the corpse and the balloons. This will be pretty hard, but if you do it right you will leave the corpse in good condition and not destroy anything that it might carry. (Hard difficulty dice roll: +30. Will grant 1d100+400 exp)
Your 1d20+26 vs My 1d20+30

Rolled 1 + 26 (1d20 + 26)

>>4512014
>>Try to shoot at the rope that connects the corpse and the balloons. This will be pretty hard, but if you do it right you will leave the corpse in good condition and not destroy anything that it might carry. (Hard difficulty dice roll: +30. Will grant 1d100+400 exp)
EXPEXPEXP

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>>4512025
Fug

>>4512013
>we will get +2 Insanity.
is this a typo or social commentary?

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>4512014
>Try to shoot at the corpse's head. This will be normal difficulty, it will damage the corpse slightly and destroy any hats, glasses, masks or helmets that it might carry. (Normal difficulty dice roll: +15. Will grant 1d100+200 exp)

>>4512034
Whoops. Meant to write -2. Thanks for pointing it out

>>4512014
>y to shoot at the corpse's head. This will be normal difficulty, it will damage the corpse slightly and destroy any hats, glasses, masks or helmets that it might carry. (Normal difficulty dice roll: +15. Will grant 1d100+200 exp)
I’d roll but we got a nat 20 soooo.

Rolled 7 + 26 (1d20 + 26)

>>4512014
>Try to shoot at the rope that connects the corpse and the balloons. This will be pretty hard, but if you do it right you will leave the corpse in good condition and not destroy anything that it might carry. (Hard difficulty dice roll: +30. Will grant 1d100+400 exp)

>>4512052
Alright. Nat20 are automatic crit successes. Giving us x2 exp and a little bonus.

We once more level up and get +5 hp. Choose another perk and how to spend our 16 skill points.

Writing now

>>4512068
Choose 4 skills to get a +4. Two skills to get +8 o a single skill to get +16

Updating the stats a bit, so
>survival 16, 26 energy, 21 sneak

>>4512068
+8 Energy and Sneak
Perk Break The Rules-Brutish Hulk
This perk is so OP that it makes no sense not to pick it with every human character, only for the slight detriment of being shunned by society which doesn't matter. You get fucked as a pure human anyways.

>>4512088
Seconded

>>4512088
Thirded

Alright. Our character will develop unprecendented and unnatural musculature. A side effect of swimming in the radioactive waters. From now on he will be somewhat hunched and its limbs will look wrong, too long, too thick. At a distance his silhouette wont look fully human.

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>>4512116
>mfw

>>4512120
>mfw we become a jojo character
I’m tempted, and also not tempted to do that

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I am going to update the appearance of our character. On the left we have our original face, on the left its us getting a little bit thicker after developing the mutations. If we pick this perk again I'll update it again, adding more beefiness each time, making him less human. Due to this mutation we might have a harder time to hit on guys or girls, we aren't such a handsome devil anymore.

>>4512155
>on the left its us getting a little
I mean to say on the right.

>>4512155
I like it. And nothing a few skill points and perks can't fix.

>>4512160
>when a blob of muscle has the charisma of a cult leader

>>4512174
The wonders of tabletop RPGs

>>4512174
Rolling to see how much exp we get btw. Since we got a crit whatever exp we get will also be multiplied x2.

I have also noticed that I calculated wrong the exp and we shouldn't have levelled up. But since this was my fuckup I'll let it slide.

Rolled 88 + 200 (1d100 + 200)

>>4512195
Fuck

>>4512014
>Try to shoot at the corpse's head. This will be normal difficulty, it will damage the corpse slightly and destroy any hats, glasses, masks or helmets that it might carry. (Normal difficulty dice roll: +15. Will grant 1d100+200 exp)
>Nat20 = Crit success.

You grab your pistol struggling softly, with an audible grunt. The muscles in your arm are twitching, they feel like burning, as if they were on fire. With your other arm you path your chest and arm and feel your muscles pulsating, your heart racing.

"Are you alright?" Asks Dillinger.

"Yeah, just, feeling tired I guess."

Ignoring the pain you aim your pistol and press the trigger, and to everybody's surprise land an impressive headshot that automatically turns the corpse's head into a gory spray of blood and grey matter. Without a head to be attached to the balloons end floating away and the corpse lands onto the ship's deck.

Slowly you move towards the corpse and kick it a couple of times to be sure that it is truly dead, after all it might have been a sleeping ghoul. The corpse doesn't reacts. By the looks of it whoever this person was it must have been dead for a couple of weeks, there are several worms feasting on its flesh and whatever parts of his body were exposed had been viciously chewed upon the seagulls. Trying to ignore the disgusting body and its repulsive smells you grab a cloth and proceed to check on its belongings.

> Our perception is 8 so we have to roll 8d100! With each roll we will find a different item!
> But since we got a nat20 we get a bonus! x2 dice rolls!
> Everybody roll 16d100!! I'll pick the one with the highest score!
> I will use this table as a reference, with some minor changes here and there: https://www.reddit.com/r/d100/comments/hmjjl0/d100_personal_itemseffects_on_a_baddie_to_make/

Rolled 47, 86, 50, 90, 70, 94, 48, 59, 30, 84, 14, 54, 24, 97, 56, 19 = 922 (16d100)

>>4512218
Damn son!

Rolled 97, 66, 29, 3, 1, 81, 40, 4, 24, 31, 55, 38, 85, 22, 2, 44 = 622 (16d100)

>>4512218

Rolled 15, 17, 5, 15, 6, 10, 11, 2, 2, 5, 13, 8, 14, 19, 5, 19 = 166 (16d20)

>>4512218
If we get a 1 I’m going to shit

Rolled 1, 88, 15, 38, 92, 86, 53, 91, 100, 94, 35, 55, 19, 54, 17, 33 = 871 (16d100)

>>4512218
Ignore that last post my stupidity kicked in

>>4512233
Well at least you got a 100

>>4512221
This is the highest roll so I'll go with this one lets see:

>47
A journal with a few sketches, this person wanted to be an artist
>86
A blood spattered revolver with all but one chamber of the cylinder caulked closed.
>50
A leaky canteen half full of water
>90
A small bag with medicinal dried sea weed
>70
A compass, but it points South.
>94
A still sealed container of ground coffee.
>48
A jerry can, full of gas.
>59
Bones. Just bones.
>30
Gardening scissors. Can be kept as a weapon.
>84
Charred books. Novels? Manuals? What were they before?
>14
A ceramic pig full of rusted currency and inside?... 73 caps!
>54
A pocket watch, the face depicts a cartoonish mouse.
>24
A ceramic coffee mug printed with “World’s Best Grandma”
>97
A leather football. Deflated. Can be worn as a hat.
>56
An unknown broken machine. Its metallic guts might be valuable.
>19
Three bottles of beer. Emptied.

You can decide what junk you want to keep and what do you want to give to the ship, so they can use it for art or repairs.

This will be today's last update, it's almost 1 am for me, so I'm heading to bed now. Thanks to everybody for playing, I'll be back in around 9 to 10 hours.

>As always, feel free to ask questions or criticisms about the quest. See you!

>>4512250
Take the canteen, the seaweed bag, the coffee, the 73 caps and the leather football.

>>4512250
>keep
Ground coffee(any good journalist is addicted to coffee)
The 73 caps we found
Leather football for hat
>Give to ship
Journal of artist for seabreeze
Leaky canteen, which can be fixed
Medicinal sea weed
Compass, can be fixed
Jerry can of gas
Gardening scissors
Broken machine for Dillinger
>throw away
Revolver
Bones. Just bones
Charred remains
Bottles of beer

>>4512272
Seconding

>>4512218

You rummage across the body and decide to keep for yourself the grounded coffee, the caps, and the leather football, which could be turned into a leather helmet.

The rest of the people gather around you and look at the different items. The Journal will go to Seabreeze, he might be inspired by this late artist's drawings, as you give it to him he gives it a quick look and reacts excitedly, apparently loving the gift. The broken machine will go to Dillinger, perhaps he might know what it is and how can it be repaired, you handle it to him and together along with Kahuna proceed to study it.

"Nice, let's see if this can be useful for us, or at least give us some good money".

The rest will be stored or be shared among everybody across the ship. And finally, the revolver, bones, charred books and bottles of beer get scrapped down into their base components for recycling.

While searching oh his belongings you find a note in one of his pockets. You open it and see that it is a religious pamphlet for a strange religion called "The Scions of the Sky" in one side there is a crude drawing of planet earth full of ghouls and mutants, and above a set of clouds with humans and pre-war technology.

"Oh yeah, I've heard of these loons." Says Saltgut. "They believe that some people before the war managed to ascend and their spirits are now living in the clouds. So when they die, instead of burying their dead they tie them to balloons and let them fly. They always take some of their personal belongings with them to have them in the afterlife. They are nice to trade with, polite even, but their cult doesn't accept Ghouls or Nonhumans."

"And they don't understand that its all a bunch of nonsense?" Dillinger asks.

"Well, all they see is a corpse flying away and they never see it again, most of them either land onto the waters and become shark chowder or fall somewhere and get eaten by mutants or whatever creature might be roaming around, there are some tales of corpses suddenly falling onto houses or settlement streets, but they are pretty rare. I say we push it back into the waters and get over with it."

With a shrug Dillinger and you push the corpse onto the waters and see it float away.

>>4512813

"If we see more corpses we should totally loot them." Dillinger says raising his fist, apparently he likes you a little bit more, now that you have proven your skill with Laser weapons. You bump his fist and he gives you a nod of respect.

"Yeah yeah, but you two will clean this bloody mess. Shang and Aurore haven't been scrubbing the deck only for you two to mess it all. Grab a mop and get moving." Saltgut then says. "We will go and eat, you can join when you are done." He did not sound angry, but he clearly had a tone of authority, and he was right, they had cleaned the ship only for you to stain everything with a nasty rotten corpse. With a sigh you grab one of the mops and along with him clean everything.

"After we get the grub we should train your aim. You aren't bad, but I know you simply had luck." Dillinger then says.

You reply with a smile and a nod and together get to the cleaning. Even if the corpse had only been for a few minutes its crash landing, along with its advanced stage of decomposition and the mid day heat made it leak all kinds of disgusting and sticky bodily fluids, so it takes you pretty long to finish cleaning it. By the time you are done and reach the mess hall most of them have finished eating and are now relaxing, with the exception of Aurore, who is doing the dishes.

Today's menu is... fish, of course. It seems that the people here mainly eat what they capture, so mostly fish and if they are lucky mirelurk, tortoise or shark. They sometimes add vegetables or other condiments to the mix and make a stew or a soup, but today's menu is plain grilled fish. Delicious, but kind of bland.

Dillinger finishes before you and quickly goes to the sleeping quarters. Even before you have even finished your meal he returns with his laser rifle o his back and a sack full of clanking metallic objects and with his head points in the direction of the main deck.

"C'mon slowpoke. Let's go shoot some tin cans."

You quickly devour the last chunks of fish and head out with him, with your laser gun ready. He places some tin cans and other assorted junk on a table and places himself several feet away, then quickly and one by one shoots the junk down, piercing a burning hole in each one of them.

"Alright, your turn." He says, placing the smoking cans and metallic crap on the table once more.

In front of you, ten feet away, lie six targets. It's your time to prove your worth.

>Roll 6d20
>I'll also roll 6d20.
>If your rolls are higher than mine then you succeed.
>The highest roll will be taken in consideration. Best of three.

Rolled 13, 6, 16, 15, 11, 7 = 68 (6d20)

>>4512814
time to pew pew?

Rolled 19, 5, 9, 5, 17, 3 = 58 (6d20)

>>4512814
Yes, time to pew pew

Rolled 11, 3, 3, 20, 14, 11 = 62 (6d20)

>>4512814

Rolled 11, 19, 5, 7, 9, 2 = 53 (6d20)

>>4512814

Rolled 12, 5, 6, 4, 8, 14 = 49 (6d20)

>>4512888
>>4512856
>>4512827
>>4512896

My turn!

>>4512903
5 out of 6, nice.

>>4512903
Sorry for the delay I had to attend some matters.

Alright, this is the highest roll so far: >>4512827

> Your 13 vs my 12:
You manage to shoot down the first can. +15 exp

> Your 6 vs my 5:
You manage to shoot down the second can. +15 exp

> Your 16 vs my 6:
You manage to shoot down the third can. +15 exp

> Your 15 vs my 4:
You manage to shoot down the fourth can. +15 exp

> Your 11 vs my 8:
You manage to shoot down the fifth can. +15 exp

> Your 7 vs my 14:
You miss the last can. +0 exp

Total +75 exp.

Writing now.

>>4512814

You load a fresh Fusion Cell onto the gun and aim at the cans. You press the trigger and feel the weapon slightly vibrate as the cell discharges its load onto the weapon's internal titanium housed crystal array. From the square barrel a red beam forms with a cracking sound in the air and a small combustion of sparks and smoke. At the other side of the ship a rusty tin can explodes and burns as it receives the energy bolt.

One by one all the cans fall down with newly acquired laser holes, all except the last one. Which you miss.

"Damn." You whisper.

"Not bad kid. Not bad at all." Dillinger says quite surprised, as he walks to see the damage that you have dealt and seems pretty impressed by your results. He places the cans back and then walks towards your position.

"Now watch this." Pew! pew! pew! pew! pew!

And one by one all of the cans exploded into dust.

Before you could even notice it night was coming up. It was getting late.

"Hey, I know you two had lunch late, but we are going to eat dinner soon. Wanna join?" Says Kahuna as she walks into you two.

"Sure, I could use some grub right now." Answers Dillinger. "You hungry?" He then asks you.

> Decline. You are not hungry, stay training with your laser pistol.
> Accept. You should try to get along with the others, join and dine with them.
> Decline. Skip dinner, do something else (write in)

>>4512988
>> Accept. You should try to get along with the others, join and dine with them.
Free food is free food

>>4512989
You are a smart man.

>>4512988
> Accept. You should try to get along with the others, join and dine with them.

>>4512988
>> Accept. You should try to get along with the others, join and dine with them.
We gonna need it for our mutation

>>4512988
> Accept. You should try to get along with the others, join and dine with them.

These people, they are family, they rescued and healed you and asked nothing in return. To reject their company would be really rude. You holster your weapon and go with them. They are all in the common area, in the couches or sitting on the floor with pillows and other accommodation. Today's menu is instant noodles and some tea done with the seaweed taken from the corpse of earlier. It seems that this particular seaweed when boiled and powdered makes into a very soothing tea, one that relaxes your muscles and makes you feel rested after a long day of work. They seem to be very grateful for it, and when you appear they all cheer and give you a steamy cup of the greenish liquid.

During the dinner jokes and stories are exchanged, tales of far away places are told, legends of heroes of the past are mentioned. For some reason, you are specially hungry and munch as much as you can, eating several cups of noodles, drinking a couple of bottles of tea and snacking on whatever fish and vegetables had been left as a leftover from lunch.

"Seems like someone has recovered its appetite, that's a good sign, means you are healing." Says Saltgut.

"Are you sure?" You reply. "I have never felt so hungry before."

He simply shrugs back and lets you go on with your feast. "Today's Saturday, we don't work on Sundays, so these nights we usually get a little bit loose and allow ourselves to get all drunk and high. And we also have to celebrate your recovery! Aurore get the good booze from my cabin!"

Everybody cheers and the robot, somehow eye-rolling with its three robotic eyes floats away to get the captain's pre-war rum and whiskey. Once she gets back shots glasses are passed by and even the pre-teen Kahuna ends getting drinks and chems. The nurse robot stays all the time next to the little girl, telling her to be careful, but she ignores her advice most of the times. Seabreeze gets an Ukelele from his personal locker and starts playing songs, both existing and improvised, and somehow everybody ends joining him singing sea shanties or whatever the hell they wanted, even the usually silent and shy Shang ended chanting strange songs in what you think it is Chinese. and regardless of if they knew the language or if it sounded good or not, everybody joined him! As the drinks and drugs go in, the cascade of laughs and nonsensical stories multiplies exponentially, until everything becomes a blur of movements, sensations and guffaws.

...

>>4513060

The next morning you wake up with a lot of hunger, but oddly, not a lot of hangover. You look around and see everybody except Aurore asleep in the couches or the floor, several empty bottles and chem containers lying everywhere around Your body feels cramped, strange, surreal. Slowly you move and feel your body heavy, not stronger, but more muscular and resilient. Tumbling across the walls you end walking towards the bathroom, and when you finally look at your self in the mirror you find a stranger on the other side.

Your body is thicker, more muscular, but not in a good way. Your arms look oddly long, and so do your legs, your neck is also bigger. Your body continues burning and pulsating, each heartbeat feels like a stab in the chest.

Your armor presses against your body, constraining you, you had grown and now it didn't fit you. Some of the seams were even starting to break down.

Tumbling and having trouble with your new legs you manage to reach Aurore.

"Aurore, what...help me, what' happened to me."

"Oh my!" She says startled. She gives a quick look at you and takes you to the nursery, where she grabs a strange machine that analyses you.

"Oh my indeed. Your DNA has mutated, perhaps the deep dive into the ocean has changed you. Here nobody goes down without a water tight suit. The countless of sunken submarines along with their nukes and nuclear reactors, and years of releasing nuclear waste onto the oceans have left the waters forever irradiated, specially in the deep zones. We applied Rad-Away to your body, but perhaps we were too late and we simply delayed and minimised the mutations."

"Am I going to die?" You ask.

"No...it seems that the most affected parts are your skin and musculature, your organs and brain did not receive a lot of radiation. I don't know what will happen to you, but you should be fine. It looks like you will grow stronger and your skin thicker, but nothing else besides that. Well... you won't look fully human, and some people might reject you because of that, and some armor might not fit you perfectly, but you should be fine. Stay here in observation for today." She says as she points at the bed.

You return to the nursery's bed and lie in there.

"Now hold your breath and relax." Aurore whispers as she pricks your mutated arm with a needle.

"Ow! What's that?"

"Anaesthesia. I'll put you to sleep and monitor your evolution. Good night."

"But I just woke up!"

"Anaesthesia don't care. Bye bye."

Slowly you fall once more into a dark and dreamless sleep. A second later you wake up,a albeit, you are certain that in reality, it has been much more than that. You remove your blanket and see that you are now naked, you look down at your body and don't recognise yourself, if it weren't for old scars and certain moles you would even believe that this body belonged to you at all.

>>4513066

Your pain is gone now, you still have some trouble to move around, your limbs feel heavy and clumsy, you will need to learn how to move again.

Aurore suddenly enters in the room and feels shocked by you. Is she smaller, no... you have become bigger. You used to be almost six feet tall, now you are certain that you must be around seven. Your frame is also wider, it even takes you a time to pass by a something without hitting it with your shoulders.

"Where, where are the others?" You ask, with a surprisingly deep voice. Even your voice has changed.

"They... they are in the captain's cabin. Discussing this new development. You should go and talk, your opinion matters too."

>>4513068

You dress up with your old leather armor, now altered to fit your new body, and together you walk and you see everybody in the room, what a second ago were faces of glee and pure joy now where grim portraits of sadness and despair. They all felt bad for what happened to you, they had saved you yes, but at what price. They shouldn't feel guilty, but they are good people, and they cannot avoid it.

"Diego..." The captain says, with sadness on his gravely and raspy ghoulish voice. "We... we are sorry."

"It's not your fault." You reply, they all seem shocked to hear your new voice.

"If we only had rescued you a little bit sooner." Seabreeze adds.

"Look. Aurore says I'm healthy, right?" You ask, looking at her to which she nods.

"Saltgut, you are a Ghoul. Seabreeze you are... I'm not sure -."

"Photokinetic Psyker." He interrumpts.

"...Yeah. Well what I want to say is that we don't always chose how we are, but we chose who we are. You are a Sailor, you an Artist. I respect you both. I'm sure that being a nonhuman in the wasteland will be hard. But I will do fine." You say, not truly believing your words, but wanting to make them feel better about themselves.

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>>4513072

Kahuna then walks and hugs you. At first some are kinda scared, after all they don't know the full effect of your mutation, what if you had also developed poisonous skin? But after a while they all react, and understand that they were simply being too afraid.

"Anyway. I... we feel like we owe you a big one." Says the Captain. "So... I'm willing to give you all the caps that I was planning to give you for an entire week of work, and also leave you in any port that you want, if you agree of course."

Perhaps it was time to explore this new wasteland. Perhaps you should stay with them for a little longer.

> I want to stay in the Rustbucket. I don't want to go.
> Take me to Fallen Horizon, I want to explore the aquatic city and perhaps find some job there. They don't take too fondly of foreigners, but perhaps there might be a place for a savvy journalist like you.
> Take me to Kaua’i, the island inhabited by gunslingers, mercenaries and soldiers. Perhaps this new body might give me an edge and allow me to forge a future as a gun for hire.
> Take me to O’ahu, to Honolulu. I want to see the capital and biggest city in Hawaii. If there are any job opportunities, it should be there.
> Take me to the PMV Valdez, with the Brotherhood of Steel. If they are anything like the Brotherhood that used to operate in California, they won't take fondly of mutants like you, but perhaps giving them information about how their other members have been doing in the mainland might be interesting for them, your information is surely outdated and might not even be correct, but who knows.
> Take me to Lana’i. I still have an explosive collar to deal with, you are pretty sure that the collar is broken and will never explode, but the Sons of Kanaloa should be the ones that know how to remove it safely.
> Take me to Kaho’olawe. It's a pretty normal island, nothing too exceptional about it, so perhaps someone like me might blend in and have a normal life.
> Take me to Maui. They don't take fondly of strangers, but its a good place as any other to start a new life.
> Other options, write in.

>>4513073
> Take me to Fallen Horizon, I want to explore the aquatic city and perhaps find some job there. They don't take too fondly of foreigners, but perhaps there might be a place for a savvy journalist like you.
This or Kawai sounds cool.

>>4513075
>Kawai
Did your inner weaboo write this?

>>4513078
More like my outer weaboo and it seemed faster to write.

>>4513073
>> Take me to Fallen Horizon, I want to explore the aquatic city and perhaps find some job there. They don't take too fondly of foreigners, but perhaps there might be a place for a savvy journalist like you.
With high enough speech, I’m sure we can work it out

>>4513073
> Take me to O’ahu, to Honolulu. I want to see the capital and biggest city in Hawaii. If there are any job opportunities, it should be there.

Journalist in a big city

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>>4513096
>going to Enclave City as a mutant
NOOOOOOOO

>>4513073
Fallen Horizon. Aside from work they may have tech to remove the collar while being less likely (hopefully) to put it to its intended purpose like slavers might.

That said, we still owe them the life. Don’t be strangers.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZMYisFOaz1s

>>4513073
> Take me to Lana’i. I still have an explosive collar to deal with, you are pretty sure that the collar is broken and will never explode, but the Sons of Kanaloa should be the ones that know how to remove it safely.

Let's check out the wasteland ferengi

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Sorry guys but I don't think I'll be able to update for now. Tomorrow I have an important exam and I've to focus on it. Next update will take us to Fallen Horizon and it will be posted in... a few hours to say in the least.

But since you guys are awesome here's a picture of Fallen Horizon, it's a really small picture, in black and white...and quite grainy. But its better than nothing.

You guys are awesome players, I'm great I have you and you guys are not grifters or trolls.

If you guys have questions about the quest or the lore feel free to ask away. I'll reply whenever I can.

>Thanks for playing!

>>4513197
Wait, before I go, I wanted to ask a couple of things, two important things. The Rustbucket was a tutorial of some sort, it more or less taught us how the game will work. But now, comes the cruel and relentless wasteland.

> Question 1:
Do you guys want to play Hardcore mode? This will add random mutations, illnesses, and other nasty shit. Like the need to sleep, eat, drink, need to heal crippled limbs with a doctor, and so on.

But we will get x2 experience yay!

>Question 2:
Do you guys want a wild wasteland experience? References to TV shows and pop culture galore. Ayy lmaos and other weird shit. Weirder than usual I mean.

>>4513206
>Hardcore mode
To be honest, I'd rather not.

>Wild wasteland
I have no strong feelings one way or another.

>>4513206
I’d prefer no wild wasteland

>>4513206
Hardcore would just result in lots of micromanaging. That’s something I’d want to avoid

And for wild wasteland, I’d say no.

>>4513197
It's all cool, we'll see you then. I don't have any questions right now.
>>4513206
>Hardcore
Yes. Post apocaliptic setting without survival elements feels kinda bland.
>Wild Wasteland
Sure why not.

>>4513206
>Hardcore
yes please. playing a char that doesn't need to eat or drink and will regrow a leg with a stimpack feels weird to me

>wild wasteland
naw, it's wacky enough as it is

>>4513206
No hardcore mode, yes to wild wasteland.

>>4513225
Changing to
>yes, hardcore mode
I want to feel bad.

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>>4513900
>I want to feel bad.
Oh boy we are sooo getting nuked.

Heya guys! I'm back! The exam went great! Let's recount the votes.

>Hardcore mode:
Yay: I I I
Nay: I I

>Wild Wasteland:
Yay: I I
Nay: I I I

So, hardcore mode is a yes, and wild wasteland nope. Alright.

Don't worry about the micromanaging, it will be really easy. From time to time I'll say stuff like "you are hungry" or "you are sleepy" and so on. But this will only occur in the the times when we are in the wilderness, if we are in a settlement or a safe home our character will be sated, hydrated and rested.Even if I don't explicitly mention it, you should imagine that he eats, drinks, rests and whatnot.

To make thing easier, there will also be Super-Stimpaks, capable of healing broken bones, but leaving you thirsty, and drowsy afterwards.

Writing now how we head into the Fallen Horizon. And btw someone on the qtg gave this quest a great score, yay for us! That's also thanks to you guys, you are all pretty cool. I'm glad I have you all.

>>4513073
> Take me to Fallen Horizon, I want to explore the aquatic city and perhaps find some job there. They don't take too fondly of foreigners, but perhaps there might be a place for a savvy journalist like you.

You say that you want to go to the floating city. You have heard tales of cities built in abandoned ships, and perhaps in a place with so many abandoned vessels like this, these kind of settlements might be even more commonplace, but still this isn't only a ship city, it is the New Vegas of ship cities.

"It sure beats Rivet City." Says Dillinger as he pats your newly muscular shoulder and gives you a smile.

"Awww, I'll miss you." Says Kahuna, who despite not being with you for long had taken a liking to your presence.

"You feel alright son?" Asks Saltgut. "Alright enough to party tonight? We don't want you to go with a sour goodbye, let's party on and regret it tomorrow. We are also thinking of giving you a small present each. Something personal, a memento so you can remember us when you become a big guy!"

With a smile you give them all a group hug and get ready to eat. It's surprisingly late, almost nighttime, you must have been sleeping for longer than you thought. Incredibly peckish you sit down on the common area and eat plate after plate of grilled fish, Salisbury steaks, devilled eggs, mirelurk cake and whatever creation Shang can make on the kitchen. Will you grow bigger? Perhaps. Will this inhumane appetite last forever? Hopefully not.

It clear that everybody still feels somewhat squeamish by your presence, seeing you eat so much and so fast makes them nervous, but as the drinks and chems go on, they seem to relax, and ignore your differences. Once more, you end having a blast, exchanging jokes, telling tales, sharing thoughts. And by the end of the dinner, everybody gives you a small present.

"We didn't had time to wrap them." Saltgut says with a shrug, as he gives you his favorite "medal" a crude pin made with some white cloth and a Nuka-Cola Dark bottlecap. "This bottlecap, is from the first drink that I shared with my late wife, and this white cloth, belongs to her wedding dress... or perhaps belongs to my last pair of clean underwear, and I can't remember, I'm joking, or not. Anyway, I want you to have it." After he gives you the medal and you proudly put it on your chest everybody cheers and claps, as you hug him tightly.