Fallout but the AI is Self-Aware @fallout-vrai - Tumblr Blog

short update post—

i haven’t forgotten about this blog! my timing in starting it was just really unfortunate— i was really eager to start sharing, but after back to back projects, i’ve burnt myself out pretty badly, and on top of that, this specific style of storytelling hasn’t left me feeling super inspired.

debating on writing this story out on ao3 and making comics and art of the parts i want to illustrate most… i’m not decided yet, but it’s something i’m considering! thanks to the love this story’s been shown so far <:)

#delete later #it’s march and i still haven’t forgotten #i got a job and have been completely exhausted and overwhelmed #but i will write this #one way or another it will get shared #that’s a threat

oh, they just abandoned you while you have a head injury?! you could've died! you should start heading to Bunker Hill to tell them off! your Pip-boy should have a map that could lead you there.

GORDON: Guess so? Why'd they even leave if they were gonna tell me where to go and have someone waiting for me anyway? Who is the "they" even talking about, y'know? Why do I have to, like— why do I need to hurry and change out of what I'm wearing? And yeah, this thing's got a map, but nothing's marked. Maybe I used to know where Bunker Hill was, before all this? Now, I don't— I don't even know where to start.

GORDON: Okay, shit, go now, go now, go now—

#fvrai #criitterbug #littleyellowflyingshithead #[i am so sorry for the gap in posts]#[other projects + kittens showing up + what might be art block have made it tough!]#[this au means a lot to me so i promise it'll get out there one way or another.]#[wanted to add 1 more pic to this but i'm really stuck on it! help]

"They're all safe, I promise. By now, everyone else has already moved through Bunker Hill, we just have to get you caught up. Remember to change out of your jumpsuit as soon as you can, and don't let anyone else see it. Get rid of it the first chance you get. Oh, shit, I've got to go. Be safe. I'm— I'm sorry. It wasn't supposed to go like this."

#fvrai

YOU'RE BLEEDING BLOOD? CONCUSSION?

GORDON: I think so? S-sure as shit feels like one! Okay. This is— okay! I still remember my name, so that's... good, right? I'll start remembering everything in— soon enough, so... okay.

GORDON: Deep breaths.

GORDON: Okay. I'm Gordon Freeman, I-I'm 27, I was... doing something before this, and I wasn't here, but I am now, I might've... been with someone? It was loud, and my body feels kinda like I got rolled over by a freighter. Come on, that can't be it, can it?

GORDON: Water? Yeah... yeah, guess it couldn't hurt. One step at a time. There might be some in— right, right, the bag!

GORDON: A tin... sounds like there's something metal in— rattling around in there? Clothes, a knife... jeez. Then there's this. I think there's a holotape in it. The Pip-Boy can play 'em, but even though I need to know, I'm— I'm kinda scared? I don't know what I'm gonna hear. What if it's not even for me?

#fvrai #ask #gordon #anonymous #littleyellowflyingshithead #[i'm working on other projects so my progress on this is a little staggered! but rest assured this story WILL happen no matter what]

hi there!! what's going on, mystery stranger?

GORDON: Wish I knew, man! I don't know where I am, e-even struggled remembering my own name, I don't know where I was before this, if it— if I'm supposed to be here, and it's—