User:Telos/Sandbox

Here I intend to write a story about my adventures in Fallout 3. Most of them will be based on the actual choices I made during quests (such as The Power of the Atom and Tenpenny Tower) or the choices I wish I had made. Feel free to praise, criticise, offer suggestions, etc. under the "Comments" section.

Chapter One: The Outside World
The cold titanium door to Vault 101 screeched to a close behind me as I stepped into the darkness. Making my way through the rocky tunnel that connected Vault 101 to the outside world, I felt a sudden rush of adrenaline. I was about to see the earth of today for the first time! I tugged open a rickety wooden door - it crumbled at my touch - and cautiously trod outside. The sky was an empty, black void sprinkled with white pinpricks of light. Are those... stars? I thought. Mr. Brotch had spoken about stars in our classes back in the Vault - not that any of us ever thought we'd need to know about them.

So now what? I thought to myself. It was rather cold, and my breath turned to mist in the frosty air. It was clear that I needed to find shelter - out in the open, I was vulnerable to attacks by Raiders, bloatflies, radscorpions and all the others terrors of the Capital Wasteland - so I began to scan the desolate countryside in search of a place to take refuge. I glanced at my Pip-Boy 3000, to check for any nearby settlements it may have highlighted, but it offered no assistance. Although it was difficult to see in the darkness, only one place really caught my eye as a possible safe location - a huge, rusting metallic structure to the southeast.

I set off in the direction of the dark silhouette, feeling horribly exposed and defenseless with only my demin jumpsuit and 10mm pistol to guard myself with.

Whilst I travelled towards the enormous steel construction I made note of my barren surroundings: to the east of Vault 101 was a small, ruined town with only a couple of houses left intact; everywhere the grass was dried up, brown and burnt, a shell of the lucious green carpet that would have coated the landscape 200 years earlier; scorched husks of cars littered the scenery, some with blackened skeletons still inside, innocent citizens caught in the nuclear blasts that devastated the world during the Great War; the roadways that once allowed for quick transportation across Washington, D.C. were now cracked, crater-stricken trails of useless ashphalt.



As I approached the colossal rusted city-structure, a balding man in pre-war businesswear and glasses approached me, wearing a merchant's pleasantly enciting "buy my shit" smile. Behind him followed a tan brahmin, mooing with the exertion of lifting Doc Hoff's goods.

"Ah, welcome, weary traveler! You look like a wastelander in need of relaxation and the finest chemical assistance!" he purred, flashing me a grin. "Well wander no more, my good friend, for I am Doc Hoff, procurer of the finest of medical goods and chemical aid."

"Can I see your wares?" I asked.

"Let's see what the good doctor has in his magic bag, shall we?" Doc Hoff said, taking his suitcase off his brahmin and displaying a hefty selection of food and chems, including stimpaks, Jet, Nuka-Cola and Med-X. I spent all my Nuka-Cola bottle caps - the currency of the new, broken world - on stimpaks and Rad Away, a product for curing the user of radiation poisoning. "Another satisfied customer," Doc Hoff smiled as I thanked him and strode to the entrance of the city - Megaton.

Chapter Two: The Power of the Atom
At Megaton's gargantuan steel gate waited a grimy, dull-silver Protectron. Its glowing dome head lit up the darkness like a divine beacon.

"Have yourself a nice visit, partner," it droned in a stereotypical mechanical voice, and waved me inside. "The bomb is perfectly safe, we promise!" Bomb? I thought.

I passed through the metal city's main gate and found myself standing on the edge of a huge crater. Tiny shacks created from pieces of tin and scrap were situated all along the walls of the crater, stretching right down to the pit in the center. Rusted catwalks connected to each building, making for easy travel. A dark-skinned man wearing an Ol' Western, sheriff-style duster and cowboy hat approached, cautiously toting a Chinese Assault Rifle.