User:Michael haze/Sandbox1

Post Apocalyptic New Orleans
this is a story is from Mikes book of fanfic

NOTE: if you feel that my grammar in this story is terrible by all means correct it if you want to.

Chapter 1: the beginning
War never changes On October 23rd 2077 a nuclear warhead dropped in a place called new Orleans. New Orleans was famous for voodoo, tribal magic, ghosts, Mardi Gras, floods, and its swamplands. After the bomb struck most people headed for there basements or large stone buildings or they tried to get in one of the vaults. There are exactly 4 vaults in the new Orlean wasteland vault 14, 12, 23 and vault 28. Our story begins 212 years after the nuclear war in a small town called scrap town. Scrap town was a old junk yard before the war. It was a haven to scavengers, prospectors, pickers, salvagers, traders etc… the town is made up of a few barely put together shacks made out of old pieces of scrap metal.

chapter 2: enter the wasteland
You’ve lived in scrap town all your life, you had your first birth day here your first kiss your first girlfriend and here you earned your first cap after you killed a few rad roaches, it is here you lost your family to raiders. for 10 years you have been living in a rusty old pre war car. Yesterday was your 20th birthday, you’ve always heard strange storys about the wasteland from scavengers that came thru scrap town. like the story of the gator skins who purposely cut there skin so the scars make there skin look like alligator skin. and the story's of giant hideously mutated alligators the locals call them rad gators. ever since you first heard these storys you wanted to travel into the wasteland but never found a good enough reason to leave scrap town.

A few weeks after your birth day a job for a caravan guard opened up,the pay was good and the caravan is heading into bridge city a small town full of traders its basically a big market you've heard they sell pretty good stuff there like purified water and naga fruit. but before you go to bridge city you need to head thru baratania blvd that roads famous for the gator skin tribe attacking caravans and travelers. then you have to head thru lapalco blvd then thru bridge city blvd. you know all of this because a you paid a for a old map a scavenger was selling. you walked over to the caravan the man had 2 brahmins with a bunch of cargo strapped to them.

There was another guard he was bald had a goatee and had leather armor and smelled awful. the person leading the caravan had a big bushy beard and dirt all over his face he wore a big jacket with a lot of pockets and he had a big nose. hey i heard you guys are heading into bridge city and you need a guard you said. well yes we do but before you get the job can ya shoot good? the scavenger said hell yes i can shoot good! there isn't a day that goes by that i don't practice you said well to make sure shoot those bottles over thar the scavenger said ha that's barely a challenge watch and learn you said you took out you revolver in shot all three bottles in less then 4 seconds. oh shit son you on helluva a good shot you got the job! the scavenger said alright when we gonna head out im tired of staying here you said well i got go get some supplies for the trip heres some caps go buy some extra ammo at troys the scavenger said alrighty then you said

You headed over to troys his shop was just a big boat turned over with a shack attached to it. when you entered troy was busy fixing 10 mm pistol at his work bench. dammit were the hell did i put.. oh hey Daniel whats up troy said i need some .44 rounds you said how much is some? troy said oh hm about 50 rounds the gator skins have pretty tough skin hence the name you said hm ok fine that will be about 250 caps troy said damn that's a lot well how about 30 rounds? you said fine that will be 200 caps troy said ok fine thats what the scavenger gave me anyway you said pleasure doin buisness with you Daniel troy said you then went around town looking for the scavenger hey you! i hired you remember we need to get going! the scavenger said. im ready stop yelling you said alright oh and i didnt catch your name mines Christopher harris Christopher said nice name mines Daniel Dubois you said. alright time to head into the wasteland! chris said.

chapter 3: gator skins
the road was muddy and wet so moving around was pretty difficult. one of the brahmin got stuck in some mud and we had to spend about a hour trying to get him out then the other brahmin got stuck so we had to get him out. since it was getting dark we set up camp on the dryiest place we could find near the road. alright i know this little journey aint goin as we planned but we cant give up theres alot of caps to be made over in bridge town chris said mmhmm said the strange mercenary who barely talked. took about a half hour to set the camp up when we where done we were covered in mud and freezing after we were done setting up the camp we started making a fire. good thing we had some dry sticks and kindle and a lighter in one of the brahmins packs. ok every one yall ready ta here one of old Christophers story's chris said mm hmm the merc said sure whatever i said alright then yall ever heard the story of sorsalin the giant rad gator chris said no but i heard of rad gators i said well think of a rad gator big walking on two legs and there sharp teeth and claws said chris. now think of a way bigger rad gator walking on his two legs and with razor sharp teeth and razor sharp claws and orange glowing eyes said chris wow that sounds creepy you said. well i reckon you heard of the gator skin tribe chris said yeah they purposely carve there skin so the scars make there skin look like alligator skin hence the name you said well turns out they train rad gators and worship sorsalin as a god said chris really can you tell me more? i said yawn im to tired to tell more lets just go to bed chris said.

you were having a dream you were in some strange swamp the water was orange and glowing and there was a bunch of people chanting, you realized you were on a stone slab and strapped to it. asa otra mala naraga onawah goawarah nakazawav! said the man in the red robe what were the hell am i!? i said then i heard a loud roar coming from the distance then something appeared out of the water. you couldn't really see it but you could see its eyes peering into your soul. it spoke mora teyel nezalarkara in a very deep voice. then it got close it was about to eat me i started to scream then i woke up.

when i woke up i heard voices yelling cuna mag maforo nazka! gator skins dan help! chris said all i saw was chris being knocked out and being put in a old potato sack the also took our brahmin ran into the swamp i would go after them but im outnumbered. i saw the mercenary dead i barely recognized him the only way i could tell is he was still were his reinforced leather armor and his goatee he was burned to death. i still wonder why his goatee didn't burn. then i heard a whisper south of this road behind broken cars and heads on sticks lies your friend.