Shidentora

ATTENTION!!! Beyond this point, the episodes will include depiction of SEX. NOT exactly hardcore stuff, but I do consider it a fair thing to warn about that. Shidentora sensei

OK, edited the first episode w/foreword and made it much more readable, changed the paragraphs, etc. I WANT YOU, THE RESPECTED READERS OF MY WORKS, TO ENJOY READING THEM. So... Enjoy on:) Next time, the plot starts to entwine even more, our heroes gradually begin to understand what kind of huge responsibility lies on their shoulders, and so on... Respect, Yours Shidentora sensei PS PS PS!!! I don't know how to tag this thread, and if you can help, it'd be much appreciated.

INTO THE WASTELAND The Overseer’s tunnel was narrow, so Brisa was sneaking behind me. The L-shaped tunnel led to an empty room. A dead end? No door, or anything. I looked at Brisa. She pointed at a switch on one of the walls. „The Vault entrance door room is on the other side.“ she whispered. „This is the secret door to the windowed controol alcove there.“ „Right. They won’t be xpecting an attack from here. Ya ready?“ „Yea, love...“ „Let’s rock...“ We put on our gas masks. As she pressed the switch and immediately went to prone-ready, I crouched behind her holding two sickly greenish coloured BleachedSkull acid grenades, knuckles touching each others as I held the safety pins with my index fingers. The secret door wzzzted down! I stood up for a brief moment to peer through the thick plexiglass window, only to crouch back. There were 7 SOWhs there gathered in a circle a few yards from the alcove door, smoking silently, their 10 mili in their other hand. Whatta fat, perfect target! Pulling out both safety pins, I threw both grenades so, as to bounce off the alcove door frame and towards the SOWhs. A WTF?!? followed by two Doomsday-like (ain’t it already happened?) SSGOUASSSHHH!! and inhuman, horrible shrieks!! The immerciful hiss of the acid concluded the acidassacre. I rolled forward once to take a new pose at the alcove door, my love Brissy right behind me. Boy, these are sum powerful grenades, that’s fer damn sure. All that was left of our enemies was 7 bright white, ragged skeletons in a greenish puddle, which was eating the floor now. All their inventory was – dissolved, melted, gone... No time to admire the success, hombre. Voices and stompsteps behind the maintenance storage area door! I prepared another three grenades. The door opened and the first SOWh appeared. From her prone-ready, Brisa fired a short burst from her TwinnieBenellie, dotting him with hardened steel buchshot holes! The hits threw him backwards, blod splattering everything around him, and he slammed into another frackface behind him. I threw the grenades in quick succession. All the three doom projectiles went through the open door and three more SSGOUASSSHHH!! echoed, one after another, followed by the hair-rising sounds of melting enemies and their desperate shrieks. I went towards the door, shotgun at the ready, followed by Brissy. A quick hand mirror inspection of the room revealed no enemies – just their ragged skeletons (about 10) in the hissing acid puddle and the greenish haze. I wanted to enter, but a HISSS as the sole of my boot touched the floor made me quickly rise my foot and move away from the mess. „The puddle’s gonna keep back anyone who comes after us. Let’s get da frack otta here!“ I mumble-shouted at Brisa. She nodded and we went to the exit, carefully evading the other puddle. Once at the exit, I loaded and fired a napalm round at the nearer acid puddle and, with a loud HHWWAAAAAAAAMMMPPP!!, it went on fire, and the other one right after it! We walked to the cave entrance door. Still on high alert, we carefuly opened it. After making sure that it’s all clear, we left the door open for the smoke to clear and took off our gas masks. Stowing those, we went out into the Wastes - into the sand ’n rocks desert under the bright blue sky. And as for the Vault, noone’s gonna come otta there in the next 10-20 minutes... We both lit cigars and, holding our hands, went down the path to the road and downhill. Once in Springvale, we went to the Silver’s house, the only inhabited – and still standing - place there. We knocked on the door. „Whozzat?!“ Silver’s voice asked, followed by CLA-CLACK of her pump shotgun. „Fighter here! Am with my gal. Can we come in, please?“ „Fighter? The Vault Bruce Lee?“ she said aloud, both surprised and happy. „Yea, it’s me.“ „Come in, come in.“ She opened the door. „Ya always welcome here, Fighter. And you too, Brisa.“ „Sit at the table,“ she said, as she closed and locked the door. „Now, what will it be? Rotgut, or Booze?“ „I’ll have a strong coffee, if you have some.“ said Brisa „I... I dont feel so good.“ Putting her backpack on the floor, she leaned her Twinnie against the wall and simply slumped on her chair. Her face was pale. „Oh, so there was some fight, huh?“ Silver said, observing Brisa’s post-combat shock. “Ya’ll get used to that already.“ She went to Brisa, kissed her on the top of the head, brushing her blonde locks against Brisa’s raven hair, and went to the stove. „Ya coffee ’s gonna be ready soon. In the meantime, have something strong with us. Ya’ll see... It’ll help ya..“ I pulled out my Artefaktnaya. „This cool?“ I grinned, smoldering cigar clenched with my teeth. „R U frackin’ kiddin’ me? That perfecto cool, hahaha.“ She brought three glasses of different shapes and colors and sat down while I poured the Vodka. „To... To staying normal and in one piece.“ Silver rose her glass. „To staying normal and in one piece.“ we both replied, clanking our glasses with her. We all bottomed up, gave it a few coughs and I poured another round to all. „Whooh, that’s some good fuel, Fighter...“ She took the bottle to have a better look at it. „Wait, wuzzat writin’? Russian?“ „Artefaktnaya. Straight from the Motherland.“ „What, they are trading up there already? NE of Old Olney? Ya heard, right?“ „Yep. Am pretty sure that’s where we’re gonna go. But this ain’t no trade stuff. It belonged to my great great grandpa.“ „And you just share that kind of drink with me? Man, am flattered.“ „2day’s a big day, Silver. We’re otta the Vault...“ „Hmm. R u?“ We told her the whole story, and why we are packed and why we are packing like this. „So yer Dad wasn’t kiddin’. He was passin’ by. Said ya gonna come. Ya supposed to meet Lucky Harrith in Megaton. But havin’ in mind that he stays there for another week, we could go there 2morrow, Fighter. Not 2day. We’re already almost half-drunk, and Lucas ain’t liking drunken newcommers. All right?“ We both nodded. „And also, wandering the wastes drunk is a very stupid idea. I gotto go shoppin’ to Megaton, so let’s go 2morrow, all of us. So, I’ll share with you some Pork and Beans I have and my last bread. And after we drink that Thunderovka of yours, I’ll fuel you up with what I have.“ „Ya so sweet, Silver.“ said Brisa with her cute smile. Silver sisterly smiled back at her. „Ya man’s a real man, Brisa. You watch his back, all right? And u, Bruce Lee, ya gotta very cute gal. Ya look after her real good, got it?“ „Uh-huh...“ I opened my pack. „Here, we’ll give you some freshly roasted Radroach meat...“ „Hmmm, thanks.“ *kniff, kniff* „It smells of flamer..? OK...“ We all giggled... „So, ya too heard ’bout the NE stuff?“ asked Brisa. „Oh, yeah, some pretty scary news, and some pretty interestin’ ones as well.“ Silver leaned forward, serious-faced, and went on slowly in a low, serious voice. „Old Olney is a combat zone now. Sum guys in an unknown type of heavily armored olive drab uniforms w/gasmasks and armed with Russian weapons reportedly gutted sum Deathclaws there a month ago.“ She grabbed the bottle, took a good swing, put it back on the table and went on in her normal voice. „But they had... HIC... regular AKs. How did they do that? They dont attack neutral or friendly humans, however. They don’t talk, nor trade, they just go about their business, scanning the immediate area very skillfuly.“ „Hmm. Odd. Even for S.T.A.L.K.E.R.S.“ I drew on my cigar. „S.T.A.L.K.E.R.S? Whatever... They can come here, but no one can or knows how to get there, and very few ppl are willing to try. NE is a very dangerous place...“ „It always was...“ said Brisa, her complexion now normal again, cheeks red with drink. „And also, I heard ppl talkin’ ’bout some strange mutie encounters there as well. Supposedly, there was a human-like dwarf clad in a dark hooded cloak wandering the Old Olney outskirts, also ’bouta month ago.“ „A Burer...“ I said, worried. „A whateverurer... So this... creature... A Deathclaw attacked it and it telekinesised it and slammed it into a wall as many times, as it took to bring that wall down, and then it went on slammin’ it into the concrete ground for at least 5 mins like a yo-yo, only to kill it and send it flying 100 yds into the sky. As it slammed back, another one rushed to its aid, but the caricature telekineticized... Ah, frack, it launched an enormous concrete slab at it, which landed on it with a very loud thump and its blood and innards came out from under it. YUCK!“ „Whaddafrack wuz that?“ Brisa asked in a non believing voice. „A Burer.“ I explained. „A Zone monster that can move things and ppl using telekinesis, but it can manipulate only what or who it sees. I think that the warriors u mentioned were looking for it, or something such. I’d say that they want to protect our world from their monsters...“ „A... Zone? What..?“ Silver was curious. „Heard about the Chernobil disaster in 1985? Well, they established the Exclusion Zone around the NPP and Pripyat back then, but 2day it’s... A whole different story.“ „Ah, I see... So it came here? How’s that possible?“ „Nothing is impossible in the Zone.“ I frowned. „And, as it looks, nothing is impossible for the Zone...“

OK, I am continuing this after quite some time. New post very soon. It's important to be able to continue what you start:)

Lol, drinks are one the house 'round here, Shi. Good to see you're still alive and kicking :tongue: Yup:) Posted on may profile that I'll be out until November, but that changed. Hope ya OK and Fallouting whenever ya can:)

TYVM, dear Kitty, Received and loaded. And now... *CLI-CLAC! WWWZZZZTT...* Let's show those walking Enclave dustbils who's Sgt. Hazy Raidenborn Raiden (雷電) : the Japanese st.Elijah Raidenborn, inspired by the Skyrim Dragonborn, the one in services of Raiden the Thundergod, owing his allegiance to Raiden.

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Hail, Black Rampage. No, I don't use that. But TYVM nontheless. I would like to have a drink with you, friends:)

Hey, Kitty, it's you! Yes, I will listen to you. Hear with you soon.

It is a modder resource. You need someone to make an .esp for you. There also other machetas, katanas, knives, swords, all kind of clubs, mauls, maces and throwable dogs you can ruin someone's day with:)

How would you load your guns if dual wielding them? Wait for FO4, or: what I do: GECK my pstols to full auto and GECK their ammo capacity to double. You'd be surprised what meean madafraka the gun becomes! 2 lazy 2 GECK? Hah, just wait until you discover what it has. Until then, use this: http://www.nexusmods.com/fallout3/mods/7877/? Have bad aim, just can't use anything but a shotgun? Increase the DPS and spread of your weapons! It's all so easy, man, just use yer head.

Modders, pls help. I can't play my MQ, as my game gets crazy in the Taft Tunnel as soon as it is supposed to be loaded. Like this: http://www.nexusmods.com/fallout3/Images/28558/? (not my pic, but a fellow gamer's) Oviously, many ppl who have this bug. So, please someone do something like Dr. Li said to meet her in front of the Citadel, or something. Being without the MQ, I went to play for the sake of playing - disable the fasttravel and simply play - survive, do this, do that... This is great, but I'd like my MQ back... To visit the Adams AFB... TYVM in advance yours truly Shidentora

Sad thing to learn... Destroying ppl's joy in TODAY'S times... Nothing more to say...

NB: NOT A SINGLE WORD APPEARING IN ANY OF MY WORKS THAT I POST HERE WAS, IS, NOR IT WOULD EVER BE MEANT TO INSULT OR HARM ANYONE OR ANYTHING IN ANY WAY! PLEASE, DO UNDERSTAND THIS, ALL RIGHT? THIS WORK, AS WELL AS MY OTHER WORKS, IS MEANT TO PROVIDE FOR FALLOUT-STYLE FUN (however clumsy my effort on this might be, ehm...) WHILE READING. SWEAR WORDS WILL BE USED, F-WORDS WILL BE USED AS FRACK WORDS, AND THE LANGUAGE USED IN THESE WORKS WILL STAY AS IT IS - FALLOUT STYLE. The future episodes are being readied.

Recently I found this FO3 mod: http://www.nexusmods.com/fallout3/mods/10964/? It significantly (100%?) increases damage of every gun, even of those you bring in with a mod. I'd need such a mod for FNV - a mod, that increases DMG and DPS of every gun from the game, DLCs and mods. So, what do you recomend?