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[USEC_OFFICER]

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Spoiler: Brotherhood of Metal (click to show/hide)

"Then let's get to work.



(If you have no clue what you are looking at, that's Rob having a 95% chance to hit a supermutant, in the eyes, from across the screen. Repeat times 100 and you have an understanding of what the combat was like in this update.)

"Is anyone hurt? Was anyone even hit?"
"Nothing that power armour can't stop. We've encountered a problem. The door to the base is locked. We'll need a code or key to unlock it. Unless you think you can pick the lock, that is."



"Got it. Let's go.
...
Guys?"


"Crap."





"Hello? Are you okay? Did they hurt you or-"
"You bastard! You monster! He was my lover, my best friend and you killed him! They had to dip him to save him! He never wanted to hurt anybody!"
"I'm... I'm truly and deeply sorry ab-"



"So, you must be the Lieutenant."
"And you must be Rob Snarker. Your reputation proceeds you. I shall enjoy eliminating you. You have been a thorn in our sides for too long."
"I suppose that I could say the same for you. But I'm not here to kill you, I've got more important things to do. Just tell me where the Master is hiding, and I'll let you leave here alive."
"Do you think that I am some storybook villain, ready to divulge my secrets to the first nitwit who comes to kill me?"
"Fine then. If you won't talk then I'll have to kill you."
"Kill me? Do you expect that a pathetic prime such as yourself could kill one of the Master's chosen? One of his very-"



"Everyone, put your hands up and step away from the machinery."

"Good lord..."


"Where the hell were you guys?"
"Yeah... Funny story. You see-"
"Tell me later. The base is rigged to explode in two minutes. We need to get out of here now. Go! Move, move, move!"

Spoiler: Dominus et Magister (click to show/hide)

"Morning. Have you heard the news? The Unity is marching to war! Are you here to sign up too?"
"No, I have a meeting with the Master."
"Heh, good luck with that. Took me two weeks just to meet Morphus. Hell, I'm not even sure that the Master exists!"
"You're a mercenary then? You hold yourself like a soldier, not like some of these fanatics."
"Thanks, but I'm not officially a mercenary, so I'd appreciate it if you kept it down. The Unity doesn't hire mercenaries, but a war is a war, so if I have to join a kooky cult, then I have to join a kooky cult."
"Right. Thanks for the information."
"No problem."




"Hey, you look like you have two brain cells to rub together. Mind telling me what's happening in this joint?"
"These people, these zombies, weren't always like this. I could even stand a few of them. Then they got converted. Some of them came out like this. Some of them didn't come out at all. Ton doesn't like it, but these people pay ton well."
"Something wrong happened in your conversion, didn't it?"


Rob stared at the doorway. Morphus lay dead at his feet, too fanatical to recognize a fight he couldn't win. The Nightkin were equally fanatical, but much more dangerous. They were supermutants with the uncanny ability to hide in plain sight. Rob quickly checked the motion detector in his hand. Two of the Nightkin were dead. A third was outside in the hallway, no doubt waiting for Rob to drop his guard. Rob shifted his position slightly. The supermutant did the same. Neither wanted to make the first move. Finally Rob couldn't take it anymore. He jumped out into the hallway and fired his plasma rifle at the spot where the supermutant was standing. A couple plasma bolts slammed into the bulk of the supermutant, who flickered into visibility for a second. It ducked into a nearby room, with Rob close behind. Finding it empty, Rob checked his motion detector again. An unseen blow struck out, knocking it from his hand. Grunting with amusement the supermutant unleashed a flurry of attacks, pushing Rob back out of the room. The few shots that Rob fired struck the empty air. Rob desperately fumbled in his pack for a grenade. It was an EMP grenade, which exploded in a shower of sparks, disabling Rob's power armour. The supermutant suddenly burst into view again, with a confused look on its face. Straining with all his might Rob slowly lifted his arm against the weight of his power armour to point his plasma rifle at the Nightkin. The blast of plasma melted its flesh from its bones.


"So that's how they do it."

Spoiler: Master Under All (click to show/hide)

(Heh.)


Rob had never seen a Vault like that under the Cathedral. Vault 13 was well-worn, a place where generations had been born, had lived, had loved and had died. Vault 15 was rusty with neglect, open to the elements and wildlife of the wastes. The Vault under the Necropolis was industrial in nature. Debris was cleared and repairs were made, but people would never live in it if given the choice.
The Vault under the Cathedral was a madhouse.


Strange biomass covered machinery and floors, pulsing as if alive. Terrible experiments were performed by grinning madmen. Initiates to the Unity were chained up and brainwashed. Prisoners were kept in cells and given implants that would explode if they tried to escape.


"Nullified? Are they somehow restricting your physic powers through the devices you are wearing?"
"Yes... The walls are alive with those who have gone before."
"Others are in the wall?"
"Melding... No, meeting of the soul, to protect the Master of all."
"The Master? How do I get to him?"
"There is only peace and joining... the price... the pain... One must be blind... nulled."
"Nulled? So I need to wear one of those things?"
"Yes... I will anoint you... I will give what I must not."




"Hello Master. I'm Rob Snarker, and I'm-"

"Well, I'm didn't come here for a polite chat. I'm here to kill you.

"Fine. If you're going to attack me I might as well just give you a little present."
Rob pulled a bandoleer of grenades out of his pack as a group of supermutants rushed into the chamber.
"If you'll let me actually speak then you'll know that these are EMP grenades, the kind that scramble robots and machinery. The kind that you seem to be hooked up to."
Rob chucked the bandoleer at the Master, as each grenade went off in succession. The Master began to convulse and spasm as the power EMP waves coursed through his body. Eventually the Master slowly stopped twitching, its head and tentacles lying slack. Then slowly, as if in great pain, it raised its head to speak.

"Well, I was hoping that the EMP grenades would take care of you. No matter. I expect that hot plasma to the brain ought to be much more effective."


The supermutants watched in horror as the remains of the Master continued to flail about. One of them put his mini-gun up to his face and pulled the trigger. The rest fled. Smiling grimly, Rob reloaded his plasma rifle.


"Crap."


"Excuse me? Hello? Everyone just, yeah. You all seem like nice people. Well, better than the ones in the Cathedral at least. Long story short there is a nuclear bomb underneath the ground and it's going to explode in two and a half minutes. I'd start running."

Spoiler: No Severance Package? (click to show/hide)

"Hello Rob. I got your transmissions. I've got to say, I'm proud of you."
"Thanks, I was just doing my job. It feels good to be back though. On my way here I was whistling. Whistling! It's been ages since I last whistled. I'm surprised I even remember how to do it."
"Aye Rob, I can understand. It just makes what I have to do so much harder."
"Harder? Something is wrong, isn't it? That's why you're meeting me alone outsides the Vault, isn't it?"
"Rob, it pains me to say it, but I can't let you into the Vault."
"I'm, I'm sorry?"
"You saved all of us here in Vault 13. You're a hero! Everyone will look up to you. Children will want to emulate you! And then they'll want to leave the Vault. To go outside, perhaps for good. I can't let them do that. You've been outside, you've seen what a hellhole it is out there."
"I- I'd hardly call it a hellhole."
"It's a hellhole Rob, and you know it. We're not ready to go outside, and perhaps we'll never be ready. The point is that if I can just keep one tiny little shred of civilization survive for my generation, then I can die happy."
"So you're just kicking me out? Because you're too much of a coward to accept the consequences of your actions? I thought we had a deal!"
"We did, but it said nothing about returning to the Vault. I know you're mad bu-"
"Mad? Of course I'm mad! Do you even know what I've seen? What I've had to do to survive? I've had to kill people, real flesh and blood people like you assholes in the Vault. And you know what? I. Don't. Give. A shit. Anymore. I could kill all of you, every single one of fucking shitheads in the Vault and I would not bat a single fucking eyelash."
"But, uh, you can't do that. I mean you won't. You see, it's as if we're all one big family Rob... Including you. And me."
"Some fucking family you are, kicking me out because you're too scared of fucking outside. You know what? Screw you. Screw all of you, and your fucking Vault. Unlike all of you I can actually deal with reality. If you want to stay cooped up in the Vault mutter about how you're safe from the evil radioactive men, then be my guest. But if you ever run into trouble, ever again, don't come crying to me."
"Well Rob, if you really feel that way-"
"Fuck you. I'm leaving."

Did I just finish a LP? Hell yes I did. And it feels awesome.

Amusingly I ended up with more stimpaks at the end of this update then when I started it.

I'm half glad that the developers of Fallout couldn't get the song they wanted for the intro. 'Maybe' does some real subtle foreshadowing about the end there. I probably butchered that ending exchange, but that's more or less how I honestly felt when I saw it. Is it sad that I can't return? Yep. But you know what? The Overseer is an asshole for kicking you out like that. But honestly Rob could hardly care less at this point. He has a turbo plasma rifle, hardened power armour and is respected or feared by everyone in the wastes. He could probably carve out his own kingdom at this point in time. But, due to the plot considerations of Fallout 2, he can't. Oh well.

I still have an epilogue to make up, but if anybody wants to submit character ideas for Fallout 2, be my guest. From what I can gather, the main character of Fallout 2 is from some sort of dinky tribal village on the edge of civilization. Do with that what you choose. If you're wondering, yes, I will be heading straight to Fallout 2 after this.

EDIT: Hmm... The screenshot feature for Fallout 2 doesn't seem to work. I'll try to fiddle with it a bit more before switching to FRAPS though. Look up Fallout 2 on the Fallout wiki for a list of traits or whatever else you want for character creation.

[GlyphGryph]

Wooh! Great fun to follow! I enjoyed. Fallout 2 has a lot of fun stuff, I'm looking forward to it. ^_^

I say we go with either ULTIMATE LADIES-MAN, or, alternately, ULTIMATE MANS-LADY,

Traitwise, Good Natured and Sex Appeal.

[Itnetlolor]

YAY! Nice work. There's also a way to convince The Master to commit suicide as well, but the offensive option is still more fun.

EDIT:
When I beat it, I got the Master to commit suicide.

[USEC_OFFICER]

YAY! Nice work. There's also a way to convince The Master to commit suicide as well, but the offensive option is still more fun.

How? All the options I could pick eventually just led to him yelling about how I can't destroy him. I'm assuming that it involves something that I forgot to pick up along the way.

EDIT: Looks like I'll have to use FRAPS. Ah well.

Also: Bonus video of what happens after the master dies. Obviously I didn't record it, but it shows you all the lovely exploding goodness.

[Darkmere]

He'll commit suicide if you can prove to him that FEV mutants are sterile. I think this involves a BoS scribe and some research data you have to get for her, or from her, or something. But really, plasma bolts pew pew pew!

[BullDog]

He'll commit suicide if you can prove to him that FEV mutants are sterile. I think this involves a BoS scribe and some research data you have to get for her, or from her, or something.

You've got to destroy the military base, then talk to Vree in the bos libary and ask about Mutants.

Also,

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

[USEC_OFFICER]

Ah. Good to know.

But seriously, and ideas for the new character? I'll be moving on to Fallout 2 soon.

[Shadowgandor]

I'd say an evil slavedriver type of character. That could be fun ^^

[GlyphGryph]

I made my suggestion.

Mind you, the two ideas could be combined.

[USEC_OFFICER]

Mind you, the two ideas could be combined.

Horribly evil yet at the same time seductively charismatic? That could work. Yeah, alright. I'll do that if everyone likes it. Though I'll still need a gender, a name, and perhaps the age of the character.

[Shadowgandor]

Female, 21. Name of someone's ex if he likes it

[Fjords to Plowshares]

Well done.

Without wanting to spoil anything: Fallout 2 offers a lot of scope to evil characters.  Not as much as 3, but a lot.  However, there is more good content than evil content overall, so you'll miss out on some otherwise-interesting stuff, especially if you...do certain obvious and irrevocable things...before you reach...the stuff.

Also: for maximum evil, make sure you have the American version of the game, and not the UK one.  In the UK version, children are invisible and immortal.

[USEC_OFFICER]

Seeing as children were enabled in Fallout 1, I can't wait.

[BullDog]

Mind you, the two ideas could be combined.

Horribly evil yet at the same time seductively charismatic? That could work. Yeah, alright. I'll do that if everyone likes it.

Female, 21. Name of someone's ex if he likes it

Sounds good to me, but don't forget to get gifted.

I can't wait.

[GlyphGryph]

Gender: Female
Age: 19
Name: Titthal Askak (Plays With Scorpions/The Fun Scorpion)

Bah, don't bother with gifted. Whats it good for? Min-maxing? Psssh, as if that's needed. No, go with the ones I suggested.