… the Demolition gang was defeated, the people of Goodsprings began to call me their idol, and I received the provisions that I so needed for my goal.
I decided to take a walk in the Wasteland, in thought. The dude in the suit is still far away, which means I have time to look for him. I didn’t know where to go either. Well, I went north to climb rocks. I walked for a long time, got tired, and suddenly I saw an empty camp, with firewood, a soft mattress… And some flies were flying around. This was the first time I saw them – they were big, dark and buzzing loudly and loudly! I thought it was a type of blowing gun, I decided to shoot it from the rocks so as not to worry, but blow blowers are stupid and die quickly.
Horseradish! Three shots barely wounded this bastard! Moreover, the “dutni”, instead of throwing their harmless stings at me, hid behind a stone, as they knew! What to do? It’s a pity to give up the camp, and it’s a shame to give in to some flies… I began to descend little by little, moving to the side to get to these reptiles.
A guttural roar interrupted my panting and clumsy steps… Death Claw! Only they can cough like that when they smell prey! I froze. And then it all began! The “bees” saw my confusion and crawled out from behind the stone, I stood neither alive nor dead, and something huge and clearly toothy, behind my back, began to quietly stomp towards me… “Fucks,” I thought, but immediately rushed forward, throwing a cowboy’s gun over my shoulder. Immediately something crashed behind mine – the Death Claw landed on the place where I stood! I ran forward, straight towards the overgrown flies, wild fear told me that they were less to be feared than the Claw, which, according to rumors, could kill an entire detachment of armed mercenaries. And the flies were buzzing right at me..
The flies were biting! And it hurts a lot, my friend. If it weren’t for the drugs that Doc gave me in Goodsprings before I left, I would have laid down right there in pain! But adrenaline and Med-X helped break through the pack and run forward. To the wooden houses that I saw just now around the bend of the cliff. If only I could run and take cover, if only the Death Claw would not catch up, if only the bites of the false puffers were not poisonous, if only… And the Claw rumbled with jumps right behind me, I even heard the creature breathing! Damn it. I tripped. All. Now the Claw will hit with its huge paw and the end. But I didn’t die. Looking sharply around, I saw how “my” flies, clinging to a simply huge horned monster, were biting it from all sides, gnawing out its eyes and clinging to the tongue of the creature, which roared in a hellish voice. Don’t give a damn! Hey! They’ll remember me now, run. Deathclaw. They killed Deathclaw! It was pounding in my head. I was approaching the houses when a buzzing noise sounded right behind me. And I was slowing down, my lungs hurt terribly, and the drugs began to come out along with sweat… Basement!
Thanks to the ancestors who built basements right on the street, near their houses! I jumped into the hole, closing the wooden door behind me. The buzzing flew into my shelter as a dull echo, and the lid was scratched by chitinous claws. Well no, I won’t die. Today for sure! We need to look for a way out… What is this?! Shots? Someone above was shooting at my occupiers. Five people. I’m saved!
The buzzing stopped and I heard footsteps. Human..
I was saved by a team of local raiders. They immediately tried to skin me by asking about Goodsprings. But I “communicate” with people easier than with mutants. So I found a bunch of cartridges, an excellent shelter for the night, information (it turns out the “flies” were called Kassadors, and a little to the north the city of Super Mutants) and several neighbors I shot. The next morning I will collect everything valuable that is left in the village and on my “saviors”, take a closer look at these Kassadors and the Death Claw and go south – there is nothing for me to do here yet..
I had a case that cannot https://bettingsitesnogamstop.co.uk/cricket/ be brought closer to reality in any way, because it was idiotic. But I’ll try)
I walked through the wasteland. It was hot, my legs could hardly drag themselves, every now and then stumbling over the stones. And suddenly a small camp appeared in the distance, where you could rest. But the path to him was blocked by a couple of demolitionists. I had almost no strength to fight back (as well as ammunition), and I ran. I was able to incapacitate one with a strong blow, but this trick did not work with the second – he stood still and threw dynamite at the stone behind which I was hiding. The decision came instantly – I, relying on his stupidity, changed into the clothes of the demolition man lying next to me and stood up. Either he had a brain like a nut, or he didn’t know his friend by sight, but he believed! And then I killed him with a clear conscience and lay down to sleep.
Except for “stumbled”, “basement near the house”, and “questioned” – everything is true. I ran from Kassadors and Claw at levels 3-5. The Claw was killed by Kassador, and the howling Kassador was killed by the raiders, whom I killed. 🙂
So much crap has already happened to me that I quickly forget what’s happening to me. I constantly climb anywhere, run into some kind of bully, then end up fighting with them for half an hour and stomping all crippled to the nearest doctor.
In fact it’s always like this. You walk and wander, half alive, half dead, across this burnt-out earth and you think where to get at least a little water now, I don’t care what kind, as long as there is liquid. At least a couple of these damn pods from the tree. Anything with moisture. And then you see an incomprehensible door and go there in the unjustified hope of refreshing yourself, thinking: “What if there’s something useful there?”?»
Wasteland Rule #1: Don’t miss opportunities to resupply.
So, I go there, and it turns out to be a Vault, and (what a surprise!) – it is empty. At the entrance I was greeted by several corpses and a couple of praying mantises. He spat on everything, searched the first floor, at the same time cutting with his last strength with his sharpened machete hefty praying mantises and nasty rats, found a lot of useful things – water, snacks, several stimulants and a couple of packs of antiradin. Then he listened some more, walked to the bed and fell down to sleep. I fell asleep, as if someone had hit me with a bat on the back of the head. I open my eyes and the same gloomy surroundings surround me.
I decided to go to the lower levels, since the Vault is so calm and quiet. If I remember correctly, this was Vault 22. And what’s interesting is that there were a bunch of posters everywhere. All the walls were literally plastered with different slogans like: “John smokes the right cigarettes, vote for him.”. I have no idea why anyone needed this, but since they posted it, I don’t care. I didn’t want to delve into what was going on here.
So, I fumbled around until I wandered into the Overseer’s office. Somewhere before this I came across the password for his terminal, so it was interesting, what if I stumbled upon some pre-war one with a weapon. In general, I go into the room, halve the praying mantis with a flourish and calmly approach the terminal. There were two notes and some crap about “open”. Well, what do I need? I pressed it and said, open it. Everything around here is like let’s buzz! I almost froze on the spot, but I looked – the Overseer’s table had risen, and under it there was an incomprehensible passage. I go there, and there is a long corridor. And the voice is so unusual, pleasant, it says, you go, let’s go into the light. I almost jumped for joy and decided that there was definitely a pre-war weapons warehouse ahead. Well, or something else, but no less useful. I reach the end, and there is just a room. There is a projector, a chair, a table, a couple of empty bottles and that’s it. I walked up, kicked the chair, it fell. And then the voice started. He began to talk about something, either for life or for death. And suddenly BAM! robots crawled out of the walls and let’s shoot! I went crazy from such impudence, grabbed a pulse gun, instantly knocked them all out, but then for another twenty minutes I could not move away. Out of grief, I shot all the speakers so that the voice wouldn’t start saying anything again.
The second law of the Wasteland – do not risk your life in vain!
This is what this wasteland is like, it goes to the left. On the one hand, you need food, water, cartridges and various rubbish, but on the other hand, you almost got killed! And if I didn’t have this pulse gun, I would definitely have killed him!
Yeah… I remember how I came to the great khans, dressed as an NKR member (I forgot that they were fighting!) and in short, a crowd of about 20 people were coming at me, and I couldn’t cope even with two partners, although an orbital strike decides here..
everything is cool, of course, but here they asked you to post stories that happened to you in the game, and not those that you came up with..