#v:fallout

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open//Russell

open to mutuals. knowledge of Fallout lore a must. year: 2287

"Fuck, that stings... this is why you can never trust these old buildings, you take your helmet off and then wham, beaned in the braincase by a chunk of 200-year-old rebar."

[heirofhermes]

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What was a poor nerd doing alone in one of the abandoned libraries of the commonwealth? Trying to survive a few feral ghouls, of course. He had half a mind to keep his gun with a silencer, not to attract any other unwanted attention. So hopefully nobody else would show up out of the blue to try to eat him.

Lord, was the world a mess after the apocalypse.

It was such a mess, in fact, that he was already pointing his gun at a man that shower up out of nowhere.

"Oh, shit, dude! Don't creep up on people like that, I almost shot you!" he groaned, lowering the gun, completely unaware that he was talking to a synth.

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headcanon//Vault 39

(or: how I rationalize A/O dynamics in the world of Fallout)

Vault 39 focused on the viability of a small breeding population if certain edits were made to the human genome: 25 scientists, 500 unmarried young civilians, 200 robots and a veritable Ark of animal genetic material were sealed into the Vault in the year 2075 upon the Vault's completion. In public releases, the Vault was advertised as using cutting-edge tech and genetic engineering to find new methods of battling infertility, since the falling birth rate was a concern for the government (as it certainly wasn't related to the collapsing economy and pollution…).

The door sealed on October 23, 2077, and after two years living fairly normal lives within the Vault, the residents suddenly found themselves confined to their individual rooms. The real experiment was then implemented.

Vault 39's records were never transmitted to the Vault-Tec central computer memory, so much of what occurred in the next 200 years was lost, but what remains details the robots taking over for the scientists as they died off one by one from old age. From there, the experiment really took off, and while the end goal wasn't exactly what Vault-Tec had intended, the robots had a singular goal which they did attain.

They wanted a genome which could successfully reproduce itself in the harshest environments, survive the worst radiation without damage, and produce strong offspring that could rebuild the world from the ashes. They singled out and spliced in genes from the world's most successful lineages, and what resulted was a new breed of human.

When the first generation of these new humans reached sexual maturity, the resulting bloodbath left none other alive. The robots had classified them by the batch numbers of the genetic 'cocktails', and it was only two -- Batch Alpha, and Batch Omega, the first and last creations of the series -- which survived. Anyone who stood between an Alpha and their intended Omega -- or an Omega and their intended Alpha -- was either killed or turned, because the original retrovirus which introduced their genetic alterations was carried in their saliva, and their predilection for biting during mating passed it to those who hadn't been altered.

For 150 years these new humans remained safely trapped in their Vault, breeding, raising offspring, breeding some more. From a batch of thirty Alphas and one hundred Omegas, the population of the vault exploded to over a thousand, and eventually, the supplies began running out. First the water system, because Vault-Tec never built a Vault whose water system could survive any amount of strain, then the hydroponic gardens and stored prewar food simply couldn't meet the demands of so many mouths to feed. Finally, someone found the Overseer's access codes, and one fateful day, the door rolled open, disgorging a new genome on an unsuspecting wasteland.

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open//Ashe

scenario: it's extremely unusual to see a working motorcycle in the wasteland, so to see a guy in road leathers roll up on a working Lone Wanderer is certainly a sight to see.

"Anybody touches the bike, I'll string 'em up and feed 'em to mirelurk spawn. I hear they go for the soft bits first."

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open//Aozora

scenario: Aozora used to be a Courier, but then she took a bullet to the brainpan. Now she's getting by on chems and booze, because the doctor that dug the bullet out of her head also dug out the part that lets her dream. The only way she can rest is high, drunk, or so exhausted she simply conks out.

"Listen, I didn't wanna stay in a Vault any more than you did, but it's all that was available... and cheap. Now close the fuckin' door." She flopped on the bed, almost immediately sucking down an entire canister of Jet. "See how they stared? You free the Strip, you clear out the Legion, you even get the fuckin' Brotherhood to screw off, and nobody gives you a lick of thanks... but you test-drive one sex-bot..."

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open//Archie

scenario: Archie just rolled into your settlement to hock his wares and water. OPEN TO: Sole Survivor OCs, any Fallout OC in general

"Listen, if I ain't got it, either you don't need it or it don't exist."

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open//Eleazar

scenario: Eleazar, the Sole Survivor, has built up a small co-op on Spectacle Island, a motel of sorts with the 'rooms' made up of shipping containers. The year is 2278. No one on the East Coast is aware that the NCR has fallen... yet.

"Just passing through, or are you coming to stay a while?"

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Number 34. From James :P

[ 34 ] from here - still accepting!

"Ah, fuck~!" His hands gripped his own ankles, blunted nails digging into skin as the big male pounded into him; his already-used cunt drooled slick and cum, but the Alpha hadn't knotted, wasn't finished with him, and Kohaku soon found his asshole being stretched wide by James's fat cock. He normally didn't enjoy anal, but James's size sent shudders up and down his back.

Any fight he'd had in him when the raider had snatched him from the brothel had gone out of him as soon as he'd been stuffed with James's huge cock and he couldn't get enough.