The year is 2287, 210 years after the end of America. Mutants and Ghouls run rampant in once busy streets, raiders break and loot anything they can steal from, and small groups of survivors desperately cling to life in this post-apocalyptic, radiated world, slowly becoming mutant monstrosities themselves. The Wastelands spread far and wide, all across the continent, and once-small creatures have grown to larger sizes and strange forms. Places once built for entertainment and enjoyment now serve as places of survival and protection from the world outside. With everything people once knew gone, lost to another age, little hope remains to be had. Large monsters, Super Mutants, rogue groups serving to save or kill, and the overall radiation make this land difficult to navigate, much less survive in. Do you have what it takes to dwell in the Wastelands and live to tell the tale?
Mountain Crown Productions Presents...
From the popular franchise "Fallout", and the minds of Bethesda Softworks...
The Hunt for Blackclaw!
Mountain Crown Productions Presents...
From the popular franchise "Fallout", and the minds of Bethesda Softworks...
The Hunt for Blackclaw!
(Could i Join?)
(Heck yeah, its one of my favorite game series)
(I may just need to create a new OC based off of one of my current FO4 characters for this...)
Please Do not make any area specific OC's please we are discussing an area)
John -Deathclaw- Brown wrote:
((Hello, anyone still active here?))
(Right, sorry)
The sun rose once again in the barren Wasteland. Mutated monstrosities lurked about the ancient cities in California, Las Angeles, in particular. John woke to the sound of distant gunfire, coming from the ruins some distance away. He grabbed his binoculars, closing in on another Raider/Super Mutant battle over tech and supplies. John decided against rushing in, staying hidden from their sights in his little camp he had set up. His rifle, nicknamed "ClawKiller", was propped up against the rocks, loads of ammo, supplies, technology, and five bags of Caps lay still in the blazen air. The battle continued on the horizon, but all John cared for was his breakfast; some Mirelurk legs and meat. As he ate, he wondered about what would happen once silence fell.
The sun rose once again in the barren Wasteland. Mutated monstrosities lurked about the ancient cities in California, Las Angeles, in particular. John woke to the sound of distant gunfire, coming from the ruins some distance away. He grabbed his binoculars, closing in on another Raider/Super Mutant battle over tech and supplies. John decided against rushing in, staying hidden from their sights in his little camp he had set up. His rifle, nicknamed "ClawKiller", was propped up against the rocks, loads of ammo, supplies, technology, and five bags of Caps lay still in the blazen air. The battle continued on the horizon, but all John cared for was his breakfast; some Mirelurk legs and meat. As he ate, he wondered about what would happen once silence fell.
James woke up to the sound of gunshots"Probably just super mutants..."he sat up, looking around the small room
(Is this still open?)
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