Books in Fallout

[Spades_Neil]

Exile told me that if I write some short stories, he'd include them in a future update.

Anyone else want to help? If so, send your submissions to me at [email protected] in MS Word or OpenOffice format.

That is all. Also feel free to post ideas for books too.

[nKe]

My grammar is horrible but i could try.

[Spades_Neil]

My grammar is horrible but i could try.

If it's readable and I like it, I'll edit it myself.

[Dug]

I'm writing poetry and a book in real life. If you need stories. Contact me.

[Mr. Pink]

Alright. Two stories will be coming from me, at least. The Arlington Charter, and The Book of Grhast (Bible of the Blood Cult)

[Blake.H]

I may write one...
But first...
*Begins stalking Spade's facebook*

*Is not amused*

[Storm_Shield]

I may write one about my tribal, Quivering Creek Tribe.

[INA7HAN]

The Book of Grhast (Bible of the Blood Cult)

Sounds to me like the book of Eli. The books even a bible

[Mr. Pink]

The Book of Grhast (Bible of the Blood Cult)

Sounds to me like the book of Eli. The books even a bible

Ghrast is the blood god... And I doubt Eli's book contained detailed explanations of how to properly eviscerate corpses for sacrifice and blood removal...

[Blake.H]

The Study of a Rock.

Introduction.
This scientifical study was written by Professor J. Mills, world famous Professor in Sociology. It describes the, month-by-month observations of a Rock located on the top of a hill inside the Step Jaw Valley.

Chapter 1, A Proud Rock.
Standing proud and erect the rock is lit up by the beautiful sun. It was alone, with only dirt and grass as its company. The rock is smooth to the touch i would have presumed, though i can not touch it as i did not want to disturb its majesty. It was a truly amazing specimen. Within a week of me watching the Rock i had gave it a name. I called it Fagan, The name means Eager Child as he is an Eager and Bold rock, of which i expected to grow whilst observing it. Around day 12 i had a wonderful experience it was sunset and i had been there since sunrise when a small fly came and sat on the tip of the rock. It must of been using the rock to warm up ready for the cold night ahead. A beautiful experience.

Chapter 2, A permanent watch
After around a month of watching this magnificent specimen from sunrise to sunset. I decided to pitch a tent so that i could watch Fagan, the rock, 24/7. Thankfully the ground around Fagan was nice and soft, no rocks or boulders. I decided not to set up right next to him as i didn't want to disturb him. I purchased a small lamp to keep watch on Fagan without disturbing him at night.

Chapter 3, Strong winds
On the second month of my observations on Fagan I've made quite the camp, i have got myself a radio and i play Smooth Jazz to Fagan every day.  I started to get worried though when the wind began rock him gently. Over the coming days the wind got stronger and stronger before he finally tipped! He led there on his side, i admit i burst out crying at the sight of poor Fagen's misfortune, the thought of him unseated from his perch, his lower half shown bare, covered with the dirt that once held him. These sure were depressing times.

Chapter 4, Good Intentions
On the third month, just after Fagan's fall i began to have obscure thoughts of helping him become erect and proud once again. These thoughts were soon thrown out of my my head though as i knew that this was an observational study. Though later on in the month something spectacular happened. It began to rain. Fagan began to sparkle and gleam. The moon shone up on his bare back dripping down his smooth side. Glimmering in the moonlight... It filled me with Exactly to see such a beautiful site.

Chapter 5, Let it all hang out
During the first part of month four i had a bad experience. Fagan began talking to me and telling me all about his fantasies. I could not believe it. I followed his advice, he told me i dressed too much and that i should stay naked and not bother with any clothes and also warned me that shaving could kill me! I never knew that until that day.

Chapter 6, Unforeseen Consequences
Following the advice of Fagan not wearing any clothes was a bad idea. Apparently its Illegal to be naked in public. The police arrested me and took me downtown D.C for questioning. I told them all about Fagan and i was send to a doctor for psychological help. I tried to explain the study but no-one listened.

Chapter 7, A Reunion
I was in the Nut house for over two months before they let me go. The first thing i did was go to see Fagan. I was amazed to see that he had moved two inches to the left of where he laid last time i saw him. My final day with him was on a Friday afternoon where i say with him watching the sunset. I knew i had to leave him, he wouldn't be able to handle me, I'm not well - so i am told. I left him as the sun dipped below the horizon, teary eyed, i walked. I never looked back but i know Fagan felt the same way as i did. He was probably crying for days.

He has done so much in his life. And i would presume he will have a happy life and far outlive all of us..



Enjoy :)

[Spades_Neil]

I've got one inspired by last night's event.

How the Enclave Almost Stole Christmas

It's a work in progress.

T'was a cold and miserable evening, upon the D.C. Wastes.
It had been many a'year since Christmas cheer had last seen this place.

The land was barren, unfit for life, much less for presents and reefs.
Santa, you see, was punishing them for all their war and grief.

No lumps of coal that fateful year when Santa last rode his sleigh.
In order to punish such levels of naughty, he let the whole world go aflame!

"Perhaps this is too harsh," Santa pondered, "The naughty children are gone."
So he told his elves, back to work, for he would plan to take off by dawn!

Sadly, however, all of the reindeer had perished in the years past.
Even his sleigh, once bright and red, was now reduced to ash.

"Surely," Santa said, with a stroke of his beard, "I can easily improvise."
So the elves built two mechanical reindeer and Santa took to the skies!