The Random Thread

[Alice The Necrofox]

*Microwave gun*
One deathclaw atomized.

Post Merge: January 15, 2010, 04:31:39 PM*Microwave gun*
One deathclaw atomized.

[Tyla]

*Fires gamma rays*

[White Wolf Guardian]

*Jumps up and catches the gamma rays with a baseball glove*

[ST-84 Sahelanthropus]

*Whispers back to Jericho* "Wait who are we talking about o.o? I think deathclaws are very scary looking whichever way you look at em even as they are part humanoid here."

"These guys give me the creeps, 'specially Ted... I knew him since he came into this world eight years ago, you know, from out of the Vault, and we've been watching each other's backs up until we unified all the Raider gangs, and from there we weren't no freelancers no more. Now he's gone and turned into a Deathclaw." Jericho looks around at Ted, Chrono, and the female Deathclaw. "Ya know? Ted looks less Human than those two, ironically considerin' he was such a humanitarian." Jericho said, not whispering anymore.

[White Wolf Guardian]

I'm guessing it's because he was quite the one for destruction, so it has manifested at a high level here .

[ST-84 Sahelanthropus]

"But he hated Deathclaws so much that he set up a sort of guild within the gangs that were devoted to hunting them all, and killin' them in gruesome ways. See, he always had this dream that people would go back to livin' the way they did back before all these Mutants started poppin' up. And now, here he is, livin' as the thing he swore to destroy..."

[White Wolf Guardian]

Well if we had just helped President Adam with his plan to destroy all mutants by infecting the pure water supply then everything would have worked out I suppose, but I think some of the mutants are cool .

[ST-84 Sahelanthropus]

Ted, awake through White and Jericho's conversation, opened his now milky white eyes as White suggested helping the President. "I think Eden was lying." Ted said, turning over to look at White and Jericho. "The FEV was made to make soldiers, but it went out of control and created the Super Mutants, think of the things that Eden's modified FEV put into the water would do to people."

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Chrono woke up and slowly got up, pulling the clingy deathclaw up with him. "Well, if thats the case, then everyone in D.C is probably all mutated by now. then if it continues through the U.S.A..." Chrono's voice trailed off as he started to mentally count how my states would be affected. "California should be the last one hit... so the entire U.S.A. might be in a similar situation as Ted, Frank, and myself...oh, and her too" he pointed at the deathclaw(ess?) behind him when adding that last part.

[ST-84 Sahelanthropus]

"What do you mean 'Frank'? I'm not a Deathclaw." Frank said, paranoidly looking over himself and finding no Deathclaw-like traits.

[White Wolf Guardian]

It might not only do deathclaw turnouts, I mean I'm still a wolgon

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Chrono sighed before correcting Frank's assumption. "I ment you went from human to humanoid..." the Deathclaw clinging to him made a hiss that sounded like a giggle before nuzzling him.

[ST-84 Sahelanthropus]

"For the record, I never turned into anything. It was everyone else that did, 'cept for Jericho." Frank said. "Yea, we rule!" Jericho and Frank exchange high-fives then go back to smoking their cigarettes.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

"Ah, I ment Stephen..... sorry, anyway... got any meat?" he said with an unconsiously predatory grin.

[Gabag]

A lone trooper traveled across the bleak landscapes of the Capital Wasteland, stepping over the occasional dead body or fallen debris.
He wasn't Enclave, for even he out tech'd them.

He was no Raider, for he didn't attack any curious paserbys.

He was no Slaver, for he had no desire to force people into bondage.

He was no Mutant, for his flesh was pure.

He was no Robot, for he had no programming

He was not of this world, for he looked not a human

He was no Alien, for he did not abduct people to experiment on them.

Wandering this one did, until he ended up in the looming presence of Evergreen Mills

"Landmines...." he uttered before drawing his rifle. For all his experiences with landmines in the Wasteland, someone has always tried to kill him.
Unholstering his weapon, he tread cautiously, looking for a friendly face.

"Excuse me... Would someone please bring me some water, I drank all that was in my canteen, and I need some quickly, for I may die..." He called out, reholstering his weapon to not piss off the locals.