Let's Play: Fallout 3

[Krylo]

An Antiheroine is BornAfter counting the votes we had a tie on girl/boy. As that I like playing (with) girls more, and I like the name Lucy, we're going to be of the female persuasion.

Bad outvoted good by three votes, personalities were Loyalist in first, with Charmer and Punk tying for second, and our skills were Shooting with a small lead on Socializing with a large lead on Shenanigans, which had a large lead on everything else.

I forgot to ask about nationality so I just made her white. 'cause I am, and my last three characters have been minorities. She's a redhead 'cause that was the default hair color. Though I did deepen it slightly, as it was too crazy bright at first.

So all that said: Meet Lucy!






She looks a little nice for a 'bad girl', but that's ok. Facial expressions change when you're shooting people in the face, anyway.

Now, to the game.


James? James... Something's...

Catherine? Catherine! She's in cardiac arrest! Get the baby out of here!

Move! Move!


Come on over here sweety. Come on. Come to Daddy.


There you go! My goodness, just a year old and already walking like a pro.

Your mother would be so proud...


Listen, Kiddo, I know you don't like it when daddy leaves you alone, but I need you to take care of yourself for a minute. Just stay here while Daddy runs to his office.


Hahaha. You are quite the little explorer aren't you? Serves me right for trying to pen you in.


Come on over here, I want to show you something.

See that? It was your mother's favorite passage. It's from the bible.

Revelation 21:6.

"I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. I will give him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely." She always liked that.


Alright, come on. Let's see if your little friend Amata wants to play.

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God I hate the lights in this place. You think I'd get used to that shit, but I never have.


"Stanley! You turned the lights on too fast. You blinded the poor kid."

I can't quite tell where the voice is coming from, but after I blink my eyes a few more times the dining room comes into focus. Amata's here, and my dad, and some of the other people, including Paul... God I hope the rest of those brats aren't...


"Happy Birthday, Kiddo. You're only ten once, so enjoy it. Your mother would b..."


"Happy Birthday, Missy."

"I don't have to explain to you how important today is. You're ten years old, and in Vault 101 that means you're ready to work."



"And that means you get your very own pipboy! Get used to it. You'll be wearing it from now on. Your first work assignment is tomorrow."

What a douche. Interrupts my father just to remind me tomorrow's my first day of work? I don't know how Amata puts up with this guy.

Whatever. At least he's leaving now that I took his bracelet. Maybe now I can talk to Amata.


"Thanks, Amata. This party is keen."
I mean, sure, it's kind of a lie, but it's not really her fault. She tried, and it's not like there are a lot of people to invite around here.

"You're welcome. But really, your dad did most of it. I just helped with the decorations and stuff. Anyway, guess what I got you!"

"Um... a date with Freddie Gomez?"

"Ugh, Gross! I didn't think you even LIKED boys. Especially not Freddie the Freak. Yuck! Maybe I should just give this present to someone who'd appreciate it more... someone who'd rather curl up with Grognak the Barbarian than Freddie. The question is, how could you tell the difference? Hahaha."

Just as I'm about to formulate a retort I notice the book in her hand and her mention of Grognak the Barbarian clicks. Annoyance at her teasing immediately turns to joy and I wrap her in a hug before taking the book.

"Grognak the barbarian? THANKS AMATA!"

Her father might be a jerk but at least she's a great friend.



The party seems to be going mostly ok after that. Old Lady Palmer gives me a sweet roll for my birthday, and Stanley gives me a baseball hat. After some chattering about my pipboy that I don't really care about.

And then the robot cuts the cake.



I let out an audible sigh at the sight. Great job, Andy.

I hear a voice from behind me...

"Hey, I saw Old Lady Palmer give you that sweetroll! Give it to me! I'm hungry!"



It's Butch.



I laugh. Well until he hits me. Then I laugh a little harder. Butch hits like... well I'd say he hits like a girl if I wasn't one.

Whatever, Gomez breaks up the fight and a few minutes later my dad calls me over to the intercom.




"Jonas is waiting for you downstairs on the reactor level, why don't you go see him? I'll be down in a bit."

"Alright, dad."

I nod and head for the reactor, hardly able to contain my ex... oh great.



"Why are you talking to me like I'm five?"




"You're kidding, right?"




When a ten year old goes right over your head, you know you have problems.



By the overseer, she's still talking?



Please, Lord who art in heaven, let her shut up.



Thank you, Lord. Thank you.

I make my way down to the reactor to see Jonas, with, thankfully, no more interruptions.



"Can it Jonas, where's the surprise?"



"By the way, happy birthday! But we should wait a bit, I think I hear someone coming."



Hell yeah.

"Jonas found it down here. It was pretty beaten up though. Took us months to get it working."


I laugh alongside him. Dad always seemed like such a straight shooter, but sometimes I wonder what he was like when he was my age.

He hands me the gun and I lift it up, giving it a pump.

"So what do we get to kill?"


...Parents.

I look down the 'shooting range' with the magic of childhood joy filling my heart before answering.

"This is great dad! Thanks!"

My dad spends a few seconds teaching me how to hold the gun, and then suggests I try hitting the targets, and it quickly becomes one of my favorite pass times.



"As far as I can tell you're a perfectly healthy sixteen year old girl, so, yes, you have to take your Goat Exam."

Sometimes having a doctor for a father kind of sucks.

"If you say so, Dad."


With a sigh I head out into the hall...


"I'll show you a REAL Tunnel Snake, Amata."

Oh, HELL no.

I walk over to Butch as he harasses my best friend and say in the most threatening voice I can muster, "You look like you're having a good time."


"How about you go 'have a good time' with someone else?"


"Just because neither of us wants to suck face with a dumb greaser punk like you, that doesn't make us Lesbians."


"Try it."


I take a second to spit on him as his lackeys back off and head inside.

God, I hate them.

Whatever.

I head in, but Butch went down too fast for me to work out my anger, and I can't concentrate. I really just need to get out of here.


"I don't really have to take this stupid test, do I?"

He thinks for a second before answering. "I like your dad, and I might even like you if I weren't your teacher..."


"Cool. When I take over the world, I'll be sure to spare you."

We both laugh a bit, I fill out my results, and head home. Mr. Brotch, you're one of the good ones.



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I have this done through the exit to Vault 101, but I figured this is enough pictures for one post. Discuss unto the next page and then ye shall be delivered yonder next update, for I have some degree of pity for thine fools with slower internets.