It was meant to be a normal job.
It, in the end, actually was. The job was the only reason you aren't dead.
The explosion was something you never heard before, but somehow you just knew. This was the same kind of explosion that tore the world apart 180 years ago.
You don't remember much after hearing the rumbling, except fear. All feeling were quickly replaced with pain, a flash and then... Nothing.
When you suddenly wake gasping and coughing from the poisonous air, you realize that the shack is the only reason you are still alive. When you slowly crawls out the remaining wreckage, you see exactly what you have feared.
Your hometown was hit directly. Your family, your friends.... They were dead or worse, you had no doubt about that. Despair gripped you as you passed out again.
When you wake up again, you hear a male voice yelling. You can barely see him as your vision is blurry and tinted red.
HEY! ANYBODY ALIVE!? PLEASE! ANYBODY! ANSWER!
You do your best to yell, but when you take in the poisonous air you just start coughing. And coughing. And coughing. You feel pain and liquid starts coming out of your throat as you feel yourself choking.
Fortunately, the owner of the one with functioning vocal cords hears you. You hear loud stomping as he comes closer. You feel faint once more....
Hey, HEY! Please, stay with me! He rams a breathing mask on your face. You greedily gulp in the filtered air. You can breathe now, but you still feel faint.
Okay, okay, stay calm, I'll get you out of here.
The figure picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. Your vision remains unclear, but you feel he has civilian power armor on. You retch and manage to choke back some vomit before passing out again.
When you wake up,you find yourself in a bed and feeling absolutely terrible. You look around and see a bucket right next to the bed. You proceed to throw up in it for a full minute until a doctor comes in.
Hey, hey, little one. Good to see you awake. He looks like you'd imagine anybody's kind old grandpa would look like.
The rads should get out of your system soon. For now, I'd like to know some things about you. In order to see if you are kin to any of the survivors we found. First off what's your....
What is your name?
What was your profession?
What is your gender?
This is my new Role-playing thing. I'm doing the best I can for making this a decent read at least.
At any rate, I'd like to ask a question that will shape the rest of this universe DRASTICALLY.
Will this be a post-apocalyptic world in the broad universe of Fallout: Equestria (Think Fallout except with pony back story that really fits with the MLP:FIM universe.) Or will i make this a normal post-apocalyptic world with the Fallout universe(in very broad strokes. You will never meet the protagonist of the games as they are before or after your time.)
In both cases i will make my own additions to the universe and this story will play out a year before Littlepip (The protagonist of Fallout: Equestria) leaves her vault.
So, To pony or not to pony?
Also, This is my second story i have ever attempted to write. Please give critique so i can improve.
Please, I know this is probably kind of lack-luster for now but try to give it at least a quick read and some critique. Any complaints will be rectified to the best of my ability.
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Topic: Wipeout. (Post-apocalyptic suggestion game.) (Read 10252 times)