AliasTheory

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Hello and welcome to the Nexus forums! It's a great community. Hope to see you around. :)

Tch, you really think Rivet City is going to go as planned? Heck no. No story is interesting without conflict. I'm writing a combat scene as of the present. I wanted to elaborate a bit here because I haven't really touched on the main characters' pasts or their personalities enough. I felt it would at least be appropriate to do that and describe an everyday scenario out in the wasteland. :) @Omeletter: I think I have better shots than that. ^^ Agh! Special thanks to deathknowz, who has pointed out a flaw I agree with in the screenshot! Now I can't unsee it! D: Could fix it but...eh. Picture serves its point. Gah, also reminds me the poster has a few screw-ups in it too...! *head asplodes* And please comment or PM me or something if you support this story. I want to see how many readers I actually have...on the Nexus anyway.

<----- BACKWARD ============================ Chapter 8: On the Road Again ============================ It was a long night for me following the visit from our glowing and unexpected guests. Butch, Saya and Saori hit the sack after roughly an hour of being dazzled by the tiny insects. They slept soundly. (Well, except for Butch, actually. He couldn’t get any shut-eye with all the light…even with his shades on.) He tossed and turned without end. Jericho soon joined the trio against his promise to help night-watch, but I let it slide; he did save our lives, and he deserved my immense gratitude. Our gratitude. I nudged his chair a bit closer to the campfire to keep him warm and resumed my posture near the water. I waited for hours and hours, staring out into the all-consuming darkness. But nobody came to my relief, and somewhat to my dismay. I was wide awake; I wanted action because we desperately needed answers. The Enclave had pursued us for information about the FEV Virus in the past, and even without us they are now an inch closer with this “Project Purity.” If they won’t stop, then we’ll just have to make them. They’re out there, and I know it. I had everybody get up at 7 AM sharp. There was no breakfast, and with that, we rolled out into the harsh Capital Wasteland. The arduous trek had begun once again. “Christ it’s hot out here!” Butch complains. “Can we rest or something?” “Well, you can go under that small tree over there. It’s not so bad. We’ll just see you in Rivet City then, cool guy.” Butch just squints at me, not quite knowing how he should be feeling: angry or just plain tired. It is the middle of the afternoon. The day is like a giant furnace; it is far hotter than it had ever been in the past. It must be at least 90 degrees. Above us are a cloudless sky and that burning ball of gas we call the Sun, whose heat is beating us down with all its might. The trees around us seem to be shriveling up with each agonizing step we take. Everything is hot and sticky, and certainly reminds me I could use a bath once we get to the city. That sounds so good… “Hey kid.” Jericho jogs a bit to catch up with me up in front. “Have ya been to where we’re goin’? You know, Rivet City.” “Yep, I’ve been there,” I answer. “Or we four have been there, I should say. But only a few times. We mainly just bartered for some firearms and stayed at the Weatherly Hotel. It was nice and all, but nothing special.” “Huh. Well, even after all these years, I’ve never been there. Even an ex-raider like me don’t have the balls to get that close to D.C.” I have to recall that talk from the previous night. I said he grew a pair, right? Now he can definitely go. But I think I’ll just play nice. “Really? Well, it is a pretty neat place. There’s a nice bar at the bottom of the boat that I’m sure you’ll enjoy.” “Heh. I’ll be sure to look foward to dat then.” Jericho throws his cigarette he was smoking into the distance. “Man, now I’m all out, damn it.” “Keep your pants on,” I assure him. “Rivet City has everything. Except Super Mutants and all that other crazy s***.” “Yeah, yeah.” I wipe the sweat off my brow. Everyone keeps walking, one gravel-and-dust-spewing step at a time. It turns out that the Enclave base where we were captured at was pretty far up north, so it’ll still be a while until we hit the river that divides the city and the countryside. As long as we stray away from the larger artificial structures and stay out in the hot, arid wasteland, no raiders will mess with us. Along with our fully clothed attire, they must think we’re totally psycho right now, anyway. (No pun intended, by the way.) “Ugh, this heat is killing me,” Saori groans. I briefly glance behind me to see that like her mood, her hair is sagging down in exhaustion, completely out of shape. “Things must be so rough for you now after what happened to you, Saya. Are you feeling okay?” Saori puts her hand over Saya’s forehead, but Saya just smiles as she gently lowers the soothing palm away from her. “I’m doing fine…you all don’t have to worry about me! I just needed a little comfort from Butchy here, that’s all.” With those words said, she jumps and clings onto Butch. Her small body is hardly a burden to him as he still upholds his current walking pace. He turns to look at her and just grins. And I can’t help but grin too; sometimes I forget we’re just four close friends from the Vault who all grew up together. We were all in the same educational classes, raised by the same few people, and even ate in the same room. We only had each other. Those are the memories I’ll always love and cherish…yet it is my fault there aren’t any more of them. My innate curiosity about the outside world intrigued my friends and got us just that: a one way ticket to pure anarchy, bloodshed and violence. And all by yours truly: the Overseer of Vault 101. We never saw anyone else from the Vault again. It was all my fault. My grin fades away as I recite those brief but heavy thoughts. But it’s alright; we’re at the edge of a small hill and I can see the wharf all the way from here. The water glimmers with warmth and seems inviting. Maybe once we get down there we’ll just sit around in the shade, cool off near the water and eat what little we have left. Yeah, that sounds like a plan. We’ve been walking for an entire day and evening is here. Rivet City is so close. Once we get there, it’s an ice-cold glass of water on me, guys. http://www.fallout3nexus.com/imageshare/images/2144141-1286090112.png FORWARD ----->

Welcome to the Internet. Enjoy your stay. Sorry to say the Internet is full of those oblivious people who sure know how to make fun of themselves. I just wrote a long essay and had a friend peer edit it for me. He tried to point out in one point in my essay that someone could use a certain counterexample...which ALSO happened to be my argument! Gah! Sometimes people just don't read. That's pretty failtacular.

^ this. I is confuzzled.

Hey and welcome! Hope you stick around; glad I did. The people here are awesome to talk to. Cheers and hope to see you around.

Yep it is Keanu. I listened to it on loop last night while writing (along with the the nightime ambient noises) outside. Awesomeness. Heck, I think everyone has to listen to that piece of music before leaving this world behind. :thumbsup: Oh, and I would avoid putting quotes in quotes if possible. I've noticed a few other posts where you have.

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Oh gosh, I just remembered. That is the specific Civilization song I played on violin in my orchestra class some years ago. No vocals unfortunately (instrumental version,) but still beautiful. I loved every moment of it...especially when we played the part at 1:42 on. Such good memories. I should have requested the choir to sing it. @paganwannbe: LOL. Has someone actually done that? What a mixed reaction we would get...

Watched this in 1080p on my big monitor. Gorgeous, and kudos to the artists. Some parts (mainly the rubble) looked a bit "meh" to me, but the characters...wow.

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I win again!

People can check out my Halo 3 fileshare which has 6 maps. (Not paying for Bungie Pro.) GT: TheAliasTheory Each has taken a lot of work...drawn out and thought out to a certain extent. They are all standard Slayer maps that have been somewhat tested. Never got enough people to really do some research. I don't have LIVE. And haven't touched my xbox in a while now. So no uploadin' for me...yet.

I winz this thread

Oh gosh. How disappointing... I can only sigh.

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Yeah. The whole weapons deal with the infected really sucked. The game ended up being somewhat shooter than survival horror. Capcom I think was smart to do the co-op thing, but the daylight setting? Eh. Not entirely a plus for me. RE5 has quite a lot of replay value if you like achievements and try to go for that perfect 1000.

Hey KDS, Sorry that happened to you, but I'm not very surprised. This is the Internet, and is basically a huge playground for such individuals. As long as people get to hide behind a false name and talk to others, they feel that they can spew whatever harsh words they want, all simply because there is no real reputation at stake. The person you may be talking to might just be halfway around the world. The only thing you can really do is accept it, move on and let the staff handle it as necessary. I really hate these people you talk about though. I share a similar feeling with Ferryt up there; sometimes I truly feel ashamed to be American. Americans are depicted often as lazy, ignorant and obese. It sucks, but definitely know not everyone over here in the States is like that. Personally, I use either spelling for words such as grey/gray that you describe. I pick one and tend to stay consistent with it for whatever I intend to write. But I guess the grammar Nazis will just come knocking on the doorstep anyway. Know these people aren't better than you and push them aside. You should be laughing at them for pointing out so insignificant. As long as I don't have to decipher what the heck a poster is trying to say, I get it. The point is the message gets out in the most painless way possible. But good spelling and grammar does help; it demonstrates that you as a poster aren't lazy and gains you that much more respect. Oh, and 'tis true that the Internet records everything. I have messages posted by myself almost 5 years ago and I get to see what a fool I was...and how I eventually evolved as a person. (If you ever think you've written something great, wait a few years and then read it again.) And I think staff members also have the power to read private messages if the hate starts coming to you personally...though I'm not sure.

i winz again

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inb4youmakeatopiclikethis You know you play too much Fallout 3 when... You are surprised there are more than a dozen people in a room. Los Angeles on a sunny day feels natural to you. When you jump off a super tall building into water and think "I'll be okay." 300 pounds sounds like nothing to you. When you feel troubled talking to people in everyday life because you don't have any dialogue options to look at. You have a steady supply of bobby pins in your pocket. When you look at your left arm for practically everything you do. You find yourself constantly looking through trash bins, cabinets and other containers hoping for a sweet new gun.

Ban KaotikKreator for having a sig picture that I also have saved on my computer.

Ban paganw for being a stranger.