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Author Topic: Fallout: A Post Nuclear Role Playing Game IC: Rock Around the Clock  (Read 18015 times)

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Re: Fallout: A Post Nuclear Role Playing Game IC: Old Shanty Town
« Reply #135 on: August 15, 2018, 06:06:55 pm »

"What news has there been from the other towns?"

Does this satisfy you?
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Re: Fallout: A Post Nuclear Role Playing Game IC: Old Shanty Town
« Reply #136 on: August 15, 2018, 06:32:29 pm »

Can I really do anything else, though? The best I can do is hope my luck saves me right now.
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Re: Fallout: A Post Nuclear Role Playing Game IC: Old Shanty Town
« Reply #137 on: August 16, 2018, 09:40:44 am »

"I'm not interested in that."
Go and look around on the ground for anything that might be worth something, like bottles, caps, stray bullets, and small metal bits.
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Re: Fallout: A Post Nuclear Role Playing Game IC: Old Shanty Town
« Reply #138 on: August 16, 2018, 09:48:50 am »

"I had just enlisted in the militia and on a whim I decided to gamble a bit, so I approached a group of extremely ordinary people and proposed to one of them (who now I learned is Edgar) a gamble, to which he replied with terror. He proceeded to run away and shouted I was an omen or something like that. Then, to prove that good luck clings to me like water to duck, I threw a javelin at a haystack nearby. Suddenly, I realised with horror that that Edgar fellow pulled out a gun and shot my heirlooms. I fell on the ground and then some good samaritan restored my house honor to glory. Then you lads arrived and now we're here."
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Re: Fallout: A Post Nuclear Role Playing Game IC: Old Shanty Town
« Reply #139 on: August 17, 2018, 12:31:48 am »

"Oi, don't scare me like that."

"Hey, you was the one who started sneaking around. Now I think you are going to have to come with us, little lady."

The guards don't leave their ready stance.

"What news has there been from the other towns?"

Does this satisfy you?

((Hey, I need to at least know what you are looking for :V))

L and C is apparently the nearest town, home of the tribe of the same name. They rely primarily on secrecy for defense, and that has been working out for them so far. Rumor says that the raiders have found it, and are advancing a large portion of their forces to attack it. If these rumors are true, then the Tribe could be in mortal danger.

Reports of a "Berkeley Beast" living in the pit between Triple Trident and the Mine Town, attacking merchants who pass by. Most people are suggesting you keep your distance if you are heading that way.

The Pass town between the two cities looks mostly quite. There are some rumors that a scientist of some kind was looking for any advanced technology in the town, but he left disappointed some months ago. This wouldn't have been notable, if he wasn't wearing a full suit of power armor.

((And as a note, you can always turn on your Radio for appropriately plot relevant news))

"I'm not interested in that."
Go and look around on the ground for anything that might be worth something, like bottles, caps, stray bullets, and small metal bits.

You find an empty beer bottle outside the rodeo. It seems that even after the end, some people are just too lazy to recycle.

(Frank + Empty Beer bottle!)

"I had just enlisted in the militia and on a whim I decided to gamble a bit, so I approached a group of extremely ordinary people and proposed to one of them (who now I learned is Edgar) a gamble, to which he replied with terror. He proceeded to run away and shouted I was an omen or something like that. Then, to prove that good luck clings to me like water to duck, I threw a javelin at a haystack nearby. Suddenly, I realised with horror that that Edgar fellow pulled out a gun and shot my heirlooms. I fell on the ground and then some good samaritan restored my house honor to glory. Then you lads arrived and now we're here."

He writes down your words on a sheet of paper, nodding occasionally. As you finish, he opens the cell.

"Thank you sir. That will be it for questioning, please come with us for now."

Walking quickly, they lead you back up the stair way. You go out the back door, and the motion for you to sit in a rusted old car with its engine removed. They don't leave your side, but the man passes his notes to the lady at the desk as they pass by.

Can I really do anything else, though? The best I can do is hope my luck saves me right now.

Well now you can! The lady behind the desk speaks briefly to the guards, who lead you into the building and down the same stairway described above. They place you in the cell made of old pipes, shutting the door without bothering to lock it.

"Alright sir, now its time to say your piece. What was your reason for shooting that Tribal man in his tribal manhood?"

Vakk and the kitty cat are left behind. The radcat looks particular worried about this development.
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Re: Fallout: A Post Nuclear Role Playing Game IC: Old Shanty Town
« Reply #140 on: August 17, 2018, 02:07:16 am »

As medical Mr Handy I am finest medical equipment myself, at least this is written in my instruction
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Re: Fallout: A Post Nuclear Role Playing Game IC: Old Shanty Town
« Reply #141 on: August 17, 2018, 02:15:21 am »

Whistle the tune of my people.
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Re: Fallout: A Post Nuclear Role Playing Game IC: Old Shanty Town
« Reply #142 on: August 17, 2018, 06:00:38 am »

Keep looking around on the ground for stuff near the residential area.
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Re: Fallout: A Post Nuclear Role Playing Game IC: Old Shanty Town
« Reply #143 on: August 17, 2018, 06:16:44 am »

"This guy came at me waving a spear and speaking about gambling out of nowhere. After I refused, he attacked me with a spear. Of course, I shoot him back in self defense after he missed by a hair. Had I not been so lucky, I would probably be in a hospital right now. I mean, he threw a spear and almost hit me! That's at least attempted murder."

Try not to use my charisma and speech skill for this check?
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Re: Fallout: A Post Nuclear Role Playing Game IC: Old Shanty Town
« Reply #144 on: August 17, 2018, 06:26:07 am »

"Fine."

Go with them., mumbling about oversensitive guards.
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Re: Fallout: A Post Nuclear Role Playing Game IC: Old Shanty Town
« Reply #145 on: August 18, 2018, 09:43:25 pm »

Now to see what jobs people want done. We really need some money.
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Re: Fallout: A Post Nuclear Role Playing Game IC: Old Shanty Town
« Reply #146 on: August 18, 2018, 11:34:41 pm »

reassure my kitty by petting it and giving it a treat.
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Re: Fallout: A Post Nuclear Role Playing Game IC: Old Shanty Town
« Reply #147 on: August 20, 2018, 01:18:23 am »

As medical Mr Handy I am finest medical equipment myself, at least this is written in my instruction

"Suppose I can't argue with that. Don't know if we can afford a fancy robot though. How much you go for?"

Whistle the tune of my people.

The tune of your people, a sad haunting sound. After that unfortunate incident with your settlement, and the surrounding settlements, it has gained the reputation of being cursed. Mainly because you are the only one who knows it, and everyone who is near you tends to have bad things happen to them. A passing tribal starts to make symbols in the air, before rushing off to a Shaman's hut.

Keep looking around on the ground for stuff near the residential area.

You find a rock! A big rock, suitable for throwing and hitting things with, if you are desperate and don't know how to use your fist!

(Frank + Rock)

"This guy came at me waving a spear and speaking about gambling out of nowhere. After I refused, he attacked me with a spear. Of course, I shoot him back in self defense after he missed by a hair. Had I not been so lucky, I would probably be in a hospital right now. I mean, he threw a spear and almost hit me! That's at least attempted murder."

Try not to use my charisma and speech skill for this check?

The guard nods his head, writing down your story as you tell it.

"Witnesses report you acting hostile to the gentleman you shot. After he spoke to you, it seems that you insulted him before putting distance between yourself. What was that about?"

"Fine."

Go with them., mumbling about oversensitive guards.

Half of you are now at the filling police station! I did not expect that this group would have this much trouble with the law. One of the guards motions for you to sit on a third bench. Unlike the others, it is a lunch style table with an umbrella in it, apparently used by the staff. It seems like they arn't used to having this much trouble. The other guard moves in to the station itself, talking to the now very overworked girl behind the counter. He comes back a moment later and has a brief word with the second guard, who then speak to you.

"Alright little miss. What where you doing messing around with people's doornobs?"

Now to see what jobs people want done. We really need some money.

Minor quests, mostly. In addition to the medic tent looking for medical supplies, the odd jobs available are:
-A local trapper spreads rumors of a "Golden Radcat", a radcat with pristine fur that would fetch a high price. The L&C tribe holds spiritual significance in this animal, and might also pay for it and any parts of it.
-The Rodeo is always looking for new attractions. They will pay for anything they can make use of.
-The Merchants are currently held up until the raider issue passes. Many will be looking for guards once the situation changes.
-And something you could actually accomplish now, the Rodeo has some odd jobs available ranging from "Rodeo Clown" to "Bramin Shoveler". This will take some time, in return for small amounts of money depending on your relevant stats.

reassure my kitty by petting it and giving it a treat.

Kitty receives a treat and a petting! It proceeds to calm down, happy with its current treat intake. You see Hikano being escorted to a table nearby by two armed guards who look on-edge.
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Re: Fallout: A Post Nuclear Role Playing Game IC: Old Shanty Town
« Reply #148 on: August 20, 2018, 03:36:29 am »

Go and look for a building that is abandoned and see if I can go inside and then see if there is any thing interesting inside.
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Re: Fallout: A Post Nuclear Role Playing Game IC: Old Shanty Town
« Reply #149 on: August 20, 2018, 04:58:10 am »

Eat my iguana on a stick and do some odd jobs in the Rodeo if that's fine with the guards. Jobs that require Agility hopefully.

((Also, when shall I see my finalized sheet?))
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