War. War never changes.
The bombs that dropped and wiped out life as humans had made it might have been a blessing. What life could have survived in a world so caught up in its own ability to destroy and conquer?
Even the wastelands seem tame by nature. Life, as irradiated and malformed as it is, spawned from the terrible shadows of humanity's past. Those ghoulified in the atomic apocalypse set about resettling a society that thrived along its new nature, not tore it to shreds.
In Louisiana, Vaults that promised agricultural renewal and the steady hand of civilization never poked their heads above ground, for reasons still indiscernible to survivors who flocked all across the battered US to make a new life.
Instead, humans again began to hunt for sport and lay waste to wildlife, pressing the Ghouls who lived with the land further and further north. Even as those humans struggled to unite, they worked together and take Ghoul land and push them away.
Then, when the land was free, the humans set their weapons upon each other once more. The Louisiana Union, weakened from a failed warfront against raider-riddled cities, now call upon those they pushed away for aide in a new call to battle.
Because war? War never changes.
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Aloysius couldn't help but recall when the people of Leetown called him Sheriff with the utmost reverence.
He couldn't help but think this as he clutched onto a loose set of thorny vines that connected a distant pair of trees. Because some kook had invaded an old old RobCo Warehouse on the riverfront, Aloysius had been forced to take a long way around the west and north sides of the warehouse.
The Union had sent a diplomat and some scouts to meet with the settler, but when the diplomat lost a leg to a particularly vicious plasma mine, the LAU marked the territory hostile and recommended their units avoid the warehouse.
So that's what he did. He made his way around the warehouse to a small wooden dock along the swampy riverfront. A small boat carried him halfway across until a Mirelurk flung him from the boat to the other side of the river.
He fled to the treetops and spent his first night there. Due to the tree density, if he moved slow and avoided sentient plantlife, he could go where he needed to. It took four hours to move what would normally take one, but Aloysius kept away from unfriendly creatures.
That was when the trees began to grow further apart, and he was forced to use the vines to get around. It worked for some time. Aloysius could even see the Swamp Seer settlement off in the distance by their lamplight.
But, as he swung, a vine broke, throwing him violently into a tangle of moss and marsh. In the thick and irradiated water, Aloysius struggled to get up. When he did, he found him face to face with a Mirelurk. Then two popped out of the water behind it, and another two maybe a dozen feet behind him.
Pulling Icarus from its shoulder holster, he put one Mirelurk down with a well placed shot to its unprotected face. But by the time he swung around to the ones behind him, one of the shelled beasts had collapsed on him, and it took all his strength to keep it from clawing or biting down on him.
By a shred of luck, Aloysius heard footsteps nearby in the distance.
"Help!" He called out as he managed to fire off a round from his magnum, stunning the Mirelurk.
The sheriff struggled to his feet, carrying heavy clumps of moss with him. The Mirelurks gathered, and he fired another round as he moved toward the direction of the nearby footstepw.
"Help!" He called again as one lunged and grabbed his ankle, pulling him down.
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(DISCUSSION: https://pokecharms.com/threads/fallout-louisiana-divided.22611/
@ThePlayfulFox @DevVoid @Red Gallade @Pinch @Foxex )
The bombs that dropped and wiped out life as humans had made it might have been a blessing. What life could have survived in a world so caught up in its own ability to destroy and conquer?
Even the wastelands seem tame by nature. Life, as irradiated and malformed as it is, spawned from the terrible shadows of humanity's past. Those ghoulified in the atomic apocalypse set about resettling a society that thrived along its new nature, not tore it to shreds.
In Louisiana, Vaults that promised agricultural renewal and the steady hand of civilization never poked their heads above ground, for reasons still indiscernible to survivors who flocked all across the battered US to make a new life.
Instead, humans again began to hunt for sport and lay waste to wildlife, pressing the Ghouls who lived with the land further and further north. Even as those humans struggled to unite, they worked together and take Ghoul land and push them away.
Then, when the land was free, the humans set their weapons upon each other once more. The Louisiana Union, weakened from a failed warfront against raider-riddled cities, now call upon those they pushed away for aide in a new call to battle.
Because war? War never changes.
_____________________
Aloysius couldn't help but recall when the people of Leetown called him Sheriff with the utmost reverence.
He couldn't help but think this as he clutched onto a loose set of thorny vines that connected a distant pair of trees. Because some kook had invaded an old old RobCo Warehouse on the riverfront, Aloysius had been forced to take a long way around the west and north sides of the warehouse.
The Union had sent a diplomat and some scouts to meet with the settler, but when the diplomat lost a leg to a particularly vicious plasma mine, the LAU marked the territory hostile and recommended their units avoid the warehouse.
So that's what he did. He made his way around the warehouse to a small wooden dock along the swampy riverfront. A small boat carried him halfway across until a Mirelurk flung him from the boat to the other side of the river.
He fled to the treetops and spent his first night there. Due to the tree density, if he moved slow and avoided sentient plantlife, he could go where he needed to. It took four hours to move what would normally take one, but Aloysius kept away from unfriendly creatures.
That was when the trees began to grow further apart, and he was forced to use the vines to get around. It worked for some time. Aloysius could even see the Swamp Seer settlement off in the distance by their lamplight.
But, as he swung, a vine broke, throwing him violently into a tangle of moss and marsh. In the thick and irradiated water, Aloysius struggled to get up. When he did, he found him face to face with a Mirelurk. Then two popped out of the water behind it, and another two maybe a dozen feet behind him.
Pulling Icarus from its shoulder holster, he put one Mirelurk down with a well placed shot to its unprotected face. But by the time he swung around to the ones behind him, one of the shelled beasts had collapsed on him, and it took all his strength to keep it from clawing or biting down on him.
By a shred of luck, Aloysius heard footsteps nearby in the distance.
"Help!" He called out as he managed to fire off a round from his magnum, stunning the Mirelurk.
The sheriff struggled to his feet, carrying heavy clumps of moss with him. The Mirelurks gathered, and he fired another round as he moved toward the direction of the nearby footstepw.
"Help!" He called again as one lunged and grabbed his ankle, pulling him down.
________________________/
(DISCUSSION: https://pokecharms.com/threads/fallout-louisiana-divided.22611/
@ThePlayfulFox @DevVoid @Red Gallade @Pinch @Foxex )