Not continuing this Nobody is really interested in reading F03 fan-fiction anyhow. I had a couple more entries, but it was fun while it lasted. 11:52 am • 11 June 2018

Fallout - Journal Of Theodora - 8.20.2277 – GNR Studio and the Behemoth (Entry #4) I continued the search for my father, but it seems like I reach an abrupt end. I fought my way to Galaxy News Radio. Raiders in every corner of the Wasteland with well-fortified positions proved to be quite a threat to my journey. Not only do they operate out in the waste, but also in the metros that make maneuvering through the ruins of DC a little more do-able. I’m still surprised at how well my shot is, but nevertheless, I am still improving, and these raiders have been perfect target practice.

On my way to GNR I encountered a woman that goes by the name of “Grandma Sparkle.” I wondered why an old woman was living alone by the Potomac River, but apparently, she is typically accompanied by her sons, and they were pre-occupied hunting Mirelurks. I was also puzzled by her lack of security, but apparently, she is able to pay off any raider gang that bothers her. She also mentioned her boys being respected across the Capital Wasteland. She even joked about how no raider gang is interested in an old woman. Considering how uncivilized these raider gangs behave I somehow doubt that, but she seemed comfortable enough, so I let her be. Anyways she runs a general store and restaurant, and I intend to keep track of any business that operates in this Wasteland. I reached the Farragut West metro station. That is after eliminating a group of raiders that were patrolling nearby. I took a shot and immediately killed one of em’, threw a grenade and blew two of them to pieces, and then had a standoff with the last one. The fear of death fueled my adrenaline, but I ended up victorious. I still need to mentally adjust to warfare. Once inside the Farragut West metro station, I saw that is was rather empty. I killed a few Molerats. They’re a creature that I encountered just outside of Megaton before getting to the station. It looked like a rat, but not the rats I have seen drawn in the old pre-war books. They seemed much bigger. Did the radiation affect the sizes of all creatures? The Brahmin I spotted in Megaton appeared to be two-headed cows, and they looked of standard size – but then again, the two heads is a reasonably distinctive mutation. Then I encountered something that sparked some fear in me. I mean I have already been intimidated by the barbaric setting I witnessed in Springvale Academy – but what I saw there was a pack of feral ghouls giving out a terrifying screech of a scream. Luckily they were locked behind a fairly sturdy linked-fence. Their number was vast. I counted at least more than thirty. I was able to eliminate them all in one sweep as I shot a gas leak and blew them up to smithereens. In retrospect, I should not have done that as the explosion nearly reached me, but luck has been on my side today so far. Continuing the metro I encountered Super Mutants for the first time. I didn’t know what they were till later. All I knew was that I saw two big outlines in the distance. At first, I thought they were perhaps some sort of mutated feral ghoul that grew tremendously in size. I used up at least three explosives on them to make sure they would end up dead, but to my surprise, one of them survive all three! It was crawling towards me; this big yellow-tinted monster. I shot it dead and moved on. I killed a couple of more wandering feral ghoul in the station, and then finally made my way to the exit. Once I reached the surface again. I encountered a group of Super Mutants. I thought this be the end for me. They ran towards me at an incredible speed. It’s no wonder they have “Super” in their name. They are a humanoid creature of sorts, but they seem to be tremendous in size, strength, and speed. I know little about their intelligence thus far minus the fact that they operate in groups. I was saved by the Brotherhood of Steel, and notably Lyon’s Pride, an elite unit in the Brotherhood of Steel. Who are the Brotherhood of Steel though? From what Sarah told me, the leader of Lyon’s Pride, they are dedicated to protecting the citizens of DC and are engaged in war with the Super Mutants. Quite a hefty task I thought, but they seem incredibly well armed. GNR Studios has been under attack by Super Mutants, and they were making their way there. I followed them and assisted them as best as I could; although I was very conservative with my ammo. The way they function as a unit was awe-inspiring. The tactics they utilized even gave me some ideas on how to approach any enemy I come across. Although the rookie they had with them was a bit reckless. They all used laser weapons; laser rifles in particular. I had only seen laser pistols before, so it was interesting seeing a rifle variation. Seems like GNR Studio was saved, or so we thought. Suddenly chunks of steel and debris sprung across the air; nearly impaling me and instead impaling a Brotherhood soldier next to me. Someone yelled “Behemoth” and what seemed like a giant Super Mutant was suddenly running in my direction. The bar just keeps getting higher and higher for the things in this wasteland that terrifies me. I immediately ran for cover. I witnessed the creature slamming into a building. It seemed to be an incredibly clunky being, but nevertheless lethal. It grabbed a man and crushed every fiber of his body with ease. Someone yelled to get the “Fat Man,” and I saw a man run towards what seemed like a massive weapon and a pile of nukes nearby. Unfortunately, the Behemoth threw a giant a chunk of concrete at the man, killing him before he was able to get to the weapon. Despite all the chaos, the Brotherhood soldiers kept their composure. That’s when I decided to take action. I remained out of sight as best I could and sprinted towards the mini-nukes. I grabbed the fat man, and it took me about half a minute to figure out how to correctly load a mini-nuke, but once I did I carefully aimed my shot and created a miniature nuclear explosion. It was a marvelous sight. The upper half of the giant size mutant was nothing but a gory mess. It was safe to say that the giant was no longer alive. I was congratulated by Sarah Lyons for my brave deed. I imagine it isn’t common for a vault dweller to be able to take down a Behemoth, or anybody else for that matter. This really isn’t something I ever picture happening. It’s a fantastic feeling, and I can rest easy knowing that this giant of war will no longer create destruction towards those who seek peace. I finally entered GNR Studios and talked to the voice of the beloved radio station, Three Dog. Unfortunately, the conversation didn’t exactly go how I planned. He had information regarding the whereabouts of my father, but he wasn’t willing to let it go unless I did him a favor. Information truly is a commodity in this Wasteland. I tried to convince him to just give me the information, but he when on a passive-aggressive tirade about how we must fight the “Good Fight,” and how it was more important than my personal dilemma. I took great offense to this, and on top of it all, what he asked of me is beyond my skill level. He expects me to infiltrate the heart of DC and entered a museum that is probably overrun by Super Mutants in order to retrieve a component for a satellite dish. I am no super soldier. I’m fresh off the vault and barely have experienced the Wasteland. Sure the fact that I took down a Behemoth was amazing within itself, but it wouldn’t have been possible if it weren’t for the Brotherhood of Steel. Nevertheless, I accepted his proposal. I will try to venture into the heart of the war currently taking place between the Brotherhood of Steel and the Super Mutants. I will somehow try to sneak past the battle taking place, and somehow eliminate all the incredibly dangerous Mutants that are guarding the object that I’m supposed to locate. It’ll just be me and my 10mm pistol. Wish me luck. 10:12 pm • 30 May 2018

“My pappa had a gun, and he said it hurt those things, but he said they were the dumbest Fuckin’ Ants he ever saw." - Bryan Wilks

7:13 am • 29 May 2018

Fallout - Journal Of Theodora - 8.19.2277 – Initial Exploration 2 / Grayditch, Those! (Entry #3) Blood splattered all over the wall, bodies hanging from meat hooks, and the floor cluttered with all sorts of junk. This was the state of the school in Springvale. To think that this was ever a haven for children to be educated is almost outlandish. The smell in the air wasn’t pleasant either.

I pierced across a corner to and spotted a drug fueled addict desperately shaking her hands on a table. Oddly enough she was standing almost perfectly still minus her trembling hands. As I got closer I made the mistake of stepping on a rusted tin can, and this sparked a violent tantrum on the addict. She yelled and shot her pistol at random. I quickly hid and I heard her muttered an incoherent pair of words. She stepped out of her doorway and walked closer to where I was hiding. I heard her foot steps and the paranoia grew immensely inside me. I was prepared to shoot, and as soon as she poked her tattooed bald head I shot her down. The gunfire alerted two men nearby. I remained hidden and managed to shoot one in the shoulder. Unfortunately this did not kill him and my location was revealed. They started screaming at me vile obscenities. I panicked for a second, but I then tried to keep my composure. I managed to land another shot and killed my first target. At this point I saw the fear on the second man’s eyes and noticed that he did not have a gun on. He rushed for his dead companion’s arm, but I landed a shot right between his eyes before he could do anything. At this point I heard more of em’ coming my way. So I made a run for it. This was my first experience with what are commonly known as raiders. Apparently there are many of such people who roam across the Wasteland and succumb to humanity’s bestial nature. I aim to return to the school and deliver more justice, but as of now I have other duties to attend to. I walked back to Megaton and waited for the morning. I did not have enough caps to acquire the information from Moriarity, but I was hoping to gain some through trading once the shops in town were open. Upon doing so I walked into a general supply store named Craterside Supply.

I walked back to Megaton and waited for the morning. I did not have enough caps to acquire the information from Moriarity, but I was hoping to gain some through trading once the shops in town were open. Upon doing so, I walked into a general supply store, Craterside Supply. There I met an eccentric character named Moira Brown, and she told me of the story of a past vault dweller who visited her shop many years ago. In fact, she had an old vault suit that she remodeled with protective components. She asked if I could help her do research for a book, but I kindly decline. We did business, and I managed to make enough caps; mostly from selling some of the weaponry that I acquire from the armory in vault 101 as I made my escape. It wasn’t much as I am deciding to keep most of it, but apparently, the guns that I did sell were in better condition than what usually comes around, and it fetched a decent price.

I obtained the information from Moriarity after handing over the 100 caps that he requested. I then immediately headed out and began to make my way to “GNR Studios,” the last known location that my father mentioned according to Moriarity.

I obtained the information from Moriarity after handing over the 100 caps that he requested. I then immediately headed out and began to make my way to “GNR Studios,” the last known location that my father mentioned according to Moriarity. On my way there I discovered a guarded building packed to the rim with raiders. I decided to avoid it for obvious reasons, but I still came across two a group of three who were heading back to the guarded building. I managed to kill them without attaining any injuries. I think all that time practicing with my BB gun paid off.

From what seem to be out of nowhere, a young boy showed up and pleaded for help. Apparently something was attacking his town and after witnessing the gunfight that took place he wanted me to help. Although I’m focused on finding my father, I could not turn this kid down. When I made my plea to one day escape the Vault, I said that I would help all in need and be a force for good in a world that I reckon was packed with evil. Perhaps a bit too idealistic and simplistic, but nevertheless I want to help society rebuild.

I followed the kid and he led me to a town called Grayditch. That’s when something hailing from those old sci-fi movies that they played in the Vault emerged. Giant ants! Of course I spotted a dead one before upon entering Megaton, but I never saw them moving about. It was a little horrifying, but it’s not like I ever seen a “normal” size ant either. I’m more perplexed at how new everything is to me in this world. I spent all years thus far reading and attempting to discover as much as I can about the world through literature – but they were all pre-war books; nothing that would ever described the depravity that I seen in the Wasteland thus far.

The kid, Bryan Wilks, told me to keep my distance as the ants apparently breathe fire. What madness is this world!? There were about four of them heading our way, but these ants make for an easy target. From what I can tell, these ants burnt down this town, and that was the exact story the kid told me. He then asked me to search for his father who has yet to return from his house. I did so, but sadly I found him dead. I delivered the bad news to the kid but then promised to investigate a little more. I looked around the other homes. One of them was a shack that belonged to a scientist, and he had considerable information concerning the ants. I asked the kid of this scientist, and he said the egghead moved his lab to the nearby metro station.

That metro was my next destination. I ask the kid to find someplace to hide, and he hid in one of those Pulswaski shelters. I cleared the town from all the ants I came across before entering the metro. Upon entering the Marigold station, I was surprised by fire. One of the ants managed to breathe quite a bit of harm on me before I could take it down. Luckily I managed to stop the fire as it only caught my left arm. Nothing a stimpak wouldn’t solve, but nevertheless, my arm remained a tad injured.

Afterward, I didn’t have no further problems with the fire ants. I searched every nook and cranny of that metro station till I eventually came across Doctor Lesko, the man responsible for the fire ants. He claims to have been working on an experiment that would shrink their size, but I told him of the damage he has already caused. He didn’t seem that concerned and made remarks about the greater good. I have been getting so used to playing judge, jury, and executioner after my experience in Vault 101 that I wonder if I should blow his head off. I decided not to.

Instead, I helped the doctor stop the ants from breathing fire by eliminating the guardian ants that were protecting the queen. That way he was able to reach an inhibitor that would eliminate the ant’s ability to breath fire. He then rewarded me with a mutagen that I reluctantly accepted. Apparently now every time I eat ant meat (something I yet to try) I will gain “Ant Sight”. Doc Lesko said he would continue his research on reducing the size of the giant ants across the Wasteland to pre-war values.

I am now residing with the kid in his old home. I help bury his father, and promised him to find a home for him. I recommended Megaton, but he said he had an aunt elsewhere. I need some need rest.

7:09 am • 29 May 2018

“Two ray of lights pierced through me as if they were the eyes of a junkyard monster. It honestly scared me at first, but Megaton is a gem among all this destruction. Just try not to worry about the bomb.”

8:23 pm • 23 May 2018 • 1 note

Fallout - Journal Of Theodora 8.18.2277 – Initial Exploration / Megaton (Entry #2) As soon as I stepped out of the Vault, I laid my eyes on the vast emptiness that seemed to have consumed the landscape. It was around 9PM, and I experienced rain and wind for the first time. I feared that the rain would cause radiation upon contact, but it only occurs if swallowed. Even one little droplet had my meter going significantly up. It was cold and dark, and so I seek immediate shelter. I decided to work with the bit of information that I had, and that was to seek the city of Megaton. I imagine that would also be the first destination that my father would head to; so was hoping to find him there. I have known of Megaton due to the information documented by Grandma Taylor, and that included both writing and pictures. Information that not many had access to in Vault 101, but being good friends with the Overseer’s daughter came with its benefits. Despite the immense darkness consuming this outside world; I spotted the outline of Megaton as well as a ray of light that seemed to be coming from its general direction. I made my way down the road and walked through the ruins of Springvale. Most of the houses were destroyed, but at the very least I could imagine how this town prospered back in its day. I spotted a flying robot, and that put me on guard, but luckily it didn’t seem hostile. It just flew around and played this old pre-war music. Soon enough I saw a sign that pointed to Megaton, and I looked upon the city from a distance. I still couldn’t make up much of it cause of how dark it was, but for some reason, this sparked some sense of paranoia in me. The only people I ever interacted with were from a Vault, and I wondered how these people would treat me. Would they be nice? Do we even speak the same language? Will they fire at me on sight? Nevertheless I got closer and closer, with my right hand close to my pistol, and my anxiety at an all-time high. I finally saw Megaton as it looked in the pictures I seen before. There was a man standing guard high above on some catwalk, and he glanced at me before opening the big steel doors. I was greeted by a robot, “Welcome to Megaton. The Bomb is perfectly safe. We promise.” it stated, and I was reminded that in Grandma Taylor’s journal she pointed out that the city was built around an active atomic bomb! Naturally this made me even more paranoid, but I figured that there was some truth in what the robot stated. Finally entering the city, I was greeted by a man wearing a duster and a cowboy hat. Lucas Simms was his name, and he was the town sheriff, or at least he claimed to be. Although I was in awe of finally witnessing the city with my own eyes. I managed to have a welcoming conversation with the sheriff. I asked him where my father was, but unfortunately, he had no idea. I then asked for directions around the place, and he gladly gave them to me. I proceeded to walk around; hoping to find somebody that would know the whereabouts of my father. I spotted a clinic, but the doors were closed. I imagine that my father might potentially be residing there, but I would have to wait until morning. I spotted a restaurant which made me happy. Hopefully, I won’t starve as I wander outside of the vault. I then noticed the Megaton bomb, and it was surrounded by a group of people that appeared to be in joyous prayer. This made me raise my brow. I walked closer to the bomb as I wanted to see if it was an actual danger, and it was. The numbers on the bomb seemed to be stuck at 9999 till detonation, and I imagine that it’s been on that number for a while. The leader of the prayer circle took quick notice of me as I studied the bomb. He called himself Confessor Cromwell, and he greeted me with joyous delight, calling me a “child of Atom.” I asked if he knew of my father, and although he didn’t know anything about the whereabouts of my father, he pointed me to a popular saloon that seems to attract visitors. I proceeded to ask him a couple of questions regarding his group, and he said that they were the “Children of Atom.” I did my best to not appear rude, but I have a feeling that the Confessor took note of the sarcastic tone in my voice. I was surprise at all the lighting that sparked across Megaton. The city seemed to have been built entirely off scrap, and some of the homes even appear to be remodeled pre-war buses. It’s a huge city with multiple levels and floors, and all surrounded by a sturdy wall. Not exactly as pretty as what has been depicted in pre-war books, but there was some sort of genius as well as madness in its architectural design. Who thought to design something around a bomb though? I have so many questions, and I wonder if anybody here can answer them. Walking into the popular saloon, I spotted quite a crowd. There was an unpleasant smell in the air, but that was to be expected of a bar. Rampant alcohol being served left and right, prostitutes gathering clients, gambling, and just general loud commotion taking place. Still no sight of my father. I asked around for him and came across what I now know to be a ghoul. I admit that he was a bit horrifying to look upon at first, but I did my best to hold my composure, and he appreciated my attempt at kindness. The ghoul’s name was Gob, and he said he has seen my father. However, he refused to tell me any information as someone named Moriarity would not take to kindly of such information being disclosed freely. He directed me to Nova, a woman who might have information on my father, but she also refused to tell me anything and mentioned a fellow named Moriarity. Eventually, I spotted Moriarity, and he seemed to have recognized me. He told me wild stories of knowing my father for a long time and how he and I were both born outside the vault. Has my life been a lie? I know where I grew up, but his story seems to make sense to me. Nevertheless, I tried to get that out of my mind and focused on my father. He said my father has left and that he’ll only give me that information if I were to give him 100 caps. At this point, I wasn’t aware what caps where, but I learned that this is the currency people now use. Of course, I had none. So he offered me a little job. I was to take collect a debt that was owed to him by some prostitute that used to work for him. It sounded like a bit of dirty work, and not something I’m at all accustomed to, but nevertheless, I accepted the task graciously. I need to find my father. I encountered the prostitute that owe Moriarity some caps. She was residing in the town nearby, Springvale. She explained to me her side of the story. I was more inclined to believe her story of being “played,” and being sick and tired of prostituting herself to disgusting men. We came to an agreement, and she gave me about half the caps required for Moriarty’s debt. This was when things got crazy. I searched around Springvale out of curiosity. It was even later into the night, so I knew this was a bit of a risk, but I figured that if I could see nothing, then nobody could see me. That’s when I entered the Springvale School and spotted the most barbaric setting imaginable. I tired of writing though. So I’ll have to continue this story later. 8:13 pm • 23 May 2018