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Levyostoksia ostoksia.Perjantai 18.09.2009 09:34
War - Chapter Two - TC-57Lauantai 29.08.2009 22:11
I headed north through Wellington, a ruined small town that had a supermarket, I didn't know what it was, but it had supplies. I decided to camp there for the night, since it was cold in the wasteland during the nights. I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of someone rattling the markets door. I quickly shut the light and grabbed my 9mm, not knowing what to do. Horrific thoughts were running through my mind. Suddenly the door burst open and I saw three figures. They had weapons and handcrafted armor, one had a gun and two had somekind of melee weapons. They walked to the counters and stopped to chat, I just had to eavesdrop.
"I'd say that we got a pretty good catch from the merchant." On of them said. The largest one of them spoke next, I assumed from his posterior and his size that he was the leader. "It was too easy, like taking candy from a baby." He dropped the bag of spoils on the floor and continued. "I'm craving for a challenge. We should go for Paradise next." While he was speaking I was moving closer and by the time he had finished, I accidentally kicked down a can of beans, making a racket. They all heard it and the leader ordered the smallest, quiet one to check out the noise. I was hiding behind one of the counters and the small one started walking toward me with a baseball bat full of nails.
I rose on my knees and aimed at his head with my 9mm, took a deep breath, like I had been taught, and squeezed the trigger. All I saw was a flash in the darkness from the barrel of my gun, then I heard a grunt and saw the small one falling down on his back. The other two were startled for a moment and then they ran for cover. I heard a shout from behind one of the shelves, "Holy fuck! Someone killed Smith! Where the fuck is he?" By this time I had snuck behind one of the nearby shelves, then I decided to try and flank them. I slowly sneaked next to the shelf where I heard the shout come from, peeked behind it and saw the other two men with their backs towards me. I took two quick shots, one hit the smaller one in the back and one missed the leader. The smaller one hit the floor face first and bleeding heavily. Before I could take the next shot, the leader rushed at me yelling "I'm going to rip your fucking head off with my bare hands!" He leaped on me, taking us both on the ground, me on my back and him on me. He grabbed my throat and started strangling me on the floor. Somehow I still had a grip on my gun and hit him in the back of the head with the butt of the gun as hard as I could. He fell on the floor on his back, I stood up, aimed at his head and squeezed the trigger, I shot him execution style.
I stood there for a moment, my heart racing and I was just staring at the bloody body at my feet. I had shot him straight in the face, tearing his face apart and making him unidentifiable. The blood puddle under his head was constantly growing. Somehow I didn't even feel sorry for killing three people, I searched his body and I found a flashlight, some bottlecaps and shotgun shells. He had dropped his two-barrel shotgun when he rushed me. I walked to the shotgun, picked it up and noticed that the body next to it was still breathing. I loaded the shotgun, and shot him in the back of the head. It completely destroyed his head, there was just a bloody mess where his head used to be. I searched him too, but he was carrying nothing worth taking except caps. I didn't even bother to walk to the last corpse, he was dead, I was sure of it. I searched the bag of spoils, it had some caps, water and ammo for my 9mm. I took them, walked to my own backpack and took it, then I walked outside. It was still night. I knew that I couldn't stay in the supermarket any longer, because I didn't know if there were more of them coming, I guess they were using the market as a base of operations. I checked my compass, took a sip of water from one bottle and headed north.
I walked until dawn without stopping, my stomach started rumbling to the point that I had to eat something and took a little break to eat the contents of a box that was labeled "Macaroni and cheese". It tasted awful, but you'll eat pretty much anything when you're starving. I had walked for two days when I met another traveling merchant. I asked him for directions to TC-57, he told me that it was still a three days walk north from here. He also sold me a map that he had made of the nearby area. It had all the nearby towns on it and it cost me 50 caps. I thanked him for all the help and continued my journey. Mainly the trip in the wasteland was the same scene, deserted, with the occasional rubbled town. I slept only in the towns, sometimes waking up to strange noises the wildlife made.
The merchant told me that when I arrived at TC-57, I would know that I was there. After a few days I finally arrived, and surely enough I knew I had arrived at TC-57. It was an old army base with fortified walls, sparwling with life. I made my way to the main gate and proceeded inside. The feeling of a big city with organized security and merchants overwhelmed me. I asked a guard where I could sleep for the night, and he directed me to an old army barracks that was made into an inn. I bought a bed for the night and decided that I would start my search tomorrow, after a bed and a good nights sleep.
"I'd say that we got a pretty good catch from the merchant." On of them said. The largest one of them spoke next, I assumed from his posterior and his size that he was the leader. "It was too easy, like taking candy from a baby." He dropped the bag of spoils on the floor and continued. "I'm craving for a challenge. We should go for Paradise next." While he was speaking I was moving closer and by the time he had finished, I accidentally kicked down a can of beans, making a racket. They all heard it and the leader ordered the smallest, quiet one to check out the noise. I was hiding behind one of the counters and the small one started walking toward me with a baseball bat full of nails.
I rose on my knees and aimed at his head with my 9mm, took a deep breath, like I had been taught, and squeezed the trigger. All I saw was a flash in the darkness from the barrel of my gun, then I heard a grunt and saw the small one falling down on his back. The other two were startled for a moment and then they ran for cover. I heard a shout from behind one of the shelves, "Holy fuck! Someone killed Smith! Where the fuck is he?" By this time I had snuck behind one of the nearby shelves, then I decided to try and flank them. I slowly sneaked next to the shelf where I heard the shout come from, peeked behind it and saw the other two men with their backs towards me. I took two quick shots, one hit the smaller one in the back and one missed the leader. The smaller one hit the floor face first and bleeding heavily. Before I could take the next shot, the leader rushed at me yelling "I'm going to rip your fucking head off with my bare hands!" He leaped on me, taking us both on the ground, me on my back and him on me. He grabbed my throat and started strangling me on the floor. Somehow I still had a grip on my gun and hit him in the back of the head with the butt of the gun as hard as I could. He fell on the floor on his back, I stood up, aimed at his head and squeezed the trigger, I shot him execution style.
I stood there for a moment, my heart racing and I was just staring at the bloody body at my feet. I had shot him straight in the face, tearing his face apart and making him unidentifiable. The blood puddle under his head was constantly growing. Somehow I didn't even feel sorry for killing three people, I searched his body and I found a flashlight, some bottlecaps and shotgun shells. He had dropped his two-barrel shotgun when he rushed me. I walked to the shotgun, picked it up and noticed that the body next to it was still breathing. I loaded the shotgun, and shot him in the back of the head. It completely destroyed his head, there was just a bloody mess where his head used to be. I searched him too, but he was carrying nothing worth taking except caps. I didn't even bother to walk to the last corpse, he was dead, I was sure of it. I searched the bag of spoils, it had some caps, water and ammo for my 9mm. I took them, walked to my own backpack and took it, then I walked outside. It was still night. I knew that I couldn't stay in the supermarket any longer, because I didn't know if there were more of them coming, I guess they were using the market as a base of operations. I checked my compass, took a sip of water from one bottle and headed north.
I walked until dawn without stopping, my stomach started rumbling to the point that I had to eat something and took a little break to eat the contents of a box that was labeled "Macaroni and cheese". It tasted awful, but you'll eat pretty much anything when you're starving. I had walked for two days when I met another traveling merchant. I asked him for directions to TC-57, he told me that it was still a three days walk north from here. He also sold me a map that he had made of the nearby area. It had all the nearby towns on it and it cost me 50 caps. I thanked him for all the help and continued my journey. Mainly the trip in the wasteland was the same scene, deserted, with the occasional rubbled town. I slept only in the towns, sometimes waking up to strange noises the wildlife made.
The merchant told me that when I arrived at TC-57, I would know that I was there. After a few days I finally arrived, and surely enough I knew I had arrived at TC-57. It was an old army base with fortified walls, sparwling with life. I made my way to the main gate and proceeded inside. The feeling of a big city with organized security and merchants overwhelmed me. I asked a guard where I could sleep for the night, and he directed me to an old army barracks that was made into an inn. I bought a bed for the night and decided that I would start my search tomorrow, after a bed and a good nights sleep.
War - Chapter One - Home is where your gun isLauantai 29.08.2009 22:10
First things first, my name is Alyssa Catwell. I was born March 10th 1969, in Paradise. I had a rather happy childhood living with my mother, father left when I was born. To where, I do not know. I grew up in Paradise, inside it's walls, never setting foot outside it in my childhood. The older ones, usually the men, ventured out to scavenge food from the nearby ruined towns, and hunted animals for us to eat. Years passed by quickly, and I don't even remember half of my childhood. A few months after I turned nineteen, my mother died. Leukemia, induced by radiation.
That's when I decided to venture out of town, for the first time in my life, to get food for Paradise. I was given a gun, my first one ever, a simple 9mm pistol, in case of raiders or wild animals. I never fired a gun during that time, I guess we always got lucky. The food that we looked for was from the times of factories and manufacturing. Packaged in what they called cardboard boxes, or plastic. The water that we drank was tainted, radiated. If you found a bottle of pure water it was worth a lot. Traveling merchants also started visiting Paradise, the younger ones would always listen to their stories of confrontations in the wastelands. They also told stories of other cities, TC-57, Deliria, Underhalls, and other towns. The merchants also introduced a currency to us that they used in other towns, bottlecaps.
A year went by and we were celebrating my 20th birthday, as a gift I got a new backpack, for the scavenging trips. On the same day, a merchant came by, again telling new stories to the little ones. I decided to stop by and listen to the merchants stories. During one of his stories, I hear an oddly familiar name. Thomas Catwell. My mother never did tell me my fathers name but I had heard it somewhere, maybe the town elders knew something. I asked the merchant more about Thomas, and he said that he had spoken to him in TC-57, north of Paradise. He had heard that Thomas had been researching something very important and ground breaking in TC-57. I rushed to the town elders and asked to know my fathers name, and surely it was Thomas Catwell. I thanked him and started running home, the elders asked me something on my way out but I didn't hear it. When I got home I took my new backpack, packed it with some food, water, my trusty 9mm with some ammo and a compass. I left at the break of dawn, not knowing if I would come back ever again. I do have a home always, where ever I have my gun.
That's when I decided to venture out of town, for the first time in my life, to get food for Paradise. I was given a gun, my first one ever, a simple 9mm pistol, in case of raiders or wild animals. I never fired a gun during that time, I guess we always got lucky. The food that we looked for was from the times of factories and manufacturing. Packaged in what they called cardboard boxes, or plastic. The water that we drank was tainted, radiated. If you found a bottle of pure water it was worth a lot. Traveling merchants also started visiting Paradise, the younger ones would always listen to their stories of confrontations in the wastelands. They also told stories of other cities, TC-57, Deliria, Underhalls, and other towns. The merchants also introduced a currency to us that they used in other towns, bottlecaps.
A year went by and we were celebrating my 20th birthday, as a gift I got a new backpack, for the scavenging trips. On the same day, a merchant came by, again telling new stories to the little ones. I decided to stop by and listen to the merchants stories. During one of his stories, I hear an oddly familiar name. Thomas Catwell. My mother never did tell me my fathers name but I had heard it somewhere, maybe the town elders knew something. I asked the merchant more about Thomas, and he said that he had spoken to him in TC-57, north of Paradise. He had heard that Thomas had been researching something very important and ground breaking in TC-57. I rushed to the town elders and asked to know my fathers name, and surely it was Thomas Catwell. I thanked him and started running home, the elders asked me something on my way out but I didn't hear it. When I got home I took my new backpack, packed it with some food, water, my trusty 9mm with some ammo and a compass. I left at the break of dawn, not knowing if I would come back ever again. I do have a home always, where ever I have my gun.
War - PrologueLauantai 29.08.2009 22:10
War... War never changes. It's always the same, fighting for resources, gold, oil, water, you know what I mean. This time, the war was for land.
Overpopulation was the key factor in all this, the fast growing population drove the earth into total devastation, a nuclear war. The largest nations went head to head against each other, just for pieces of land, but like I said... War never changes.
I, of course, hadn't been born when all this happened, in the year 1967. My parents survived the nuclear holocaust, but at what cost? Stranded and homeless in the wasteland. To their fortune, they met a handful of survivors, and founded a city near a water source from the wreckages.
They called it... Paradise.
Overpopulation was the key factor in all this, the fast growing population drove the earth into total devastation, a nuclear war. The largest nations went head to head against each other, just for pieces of land, but like I said... War never changes.
I, of course, hadn't been born when all this happened, in the year 1967. My parents survived the nuclear holocaust, but at what cost? Stranded and homeless in the wasteland. To their fortune, they met a handful of survivors, and founded a city near a water source from the wreckages.
They called it... Paradise.
JehPerjantai 21.08.2009 21:18
Väriä kehoon 2.9.09 Klo 16:30 :> Siistii
HÄPIHÄPIJOIJOITiistai 04.08.2009 13:54
Happy happy joy joy!
Meikäläinen sai duunia! Ja vielä hyväpalkkaista duunia! 13.19e tuntipalkka ^^
Huomenna ensimmäinen työpäivä
Meikäläinen sai duunia! Ja vielä hyväpalkkaista duunia! 13.19e tuntipalkka ^^
Huomenna ensimmäinen työpäivä
Lävistys, ensimmäinen mutta ei viiminen.Torstai 30.07.2009 19:01
Nyt löytyy kielestä metallinen 18mm harjoittelukoru ^^
Intin jälkeen tulee sitten lisää :)
Intin jälkeen tulee sitten lisää :)
RantTorstai 09.07.2009 20:52
People are stupid, two-faced prejudiced bastards who think they can run my life the way they see fit because they once had something to do with me, well guess what?
It's not going to work that way, I'm not going to do what you tell me because I have a free will, and a life of my own. So just go fuck yourselves.
And enjoy your materialistic way of life. Seems like in today's world the only thing that matters is money, nothing else has value.
What happened to values, moral fiber and caring for the people that are close to you?
I never wanted it to be this way, but it happened because too many people are trying to get me to behave in their eyes in a socially acceptable way, I am what I am and I do as I please.
The only thing I see in today's world is backstabbing, for the cause of being "successful". Whats the use in success when nobody cares for you anymore? You get to the top of the ladder just to see that you're alone up there. Enjoy your rat-race, you deserve it.
Also destroying nature's beauty just for the cause of success is retarded. People need to learn to appreciate nature, just for once, go for a walk in the woods or what ever, get away from the big cities and concrete jungles, but I guess today's folk won't manage in the nature without electricity or plumbing.
Stupid fucks I say.
It's not going to work that way, I'm not going to do what you tell me because I have a free will, and a life of my own. So just go fuck yourselves.
And enjoy your materialistic way of life. Seems like in today's world the only thing that matters is money, nothing else has value.
What happened to values, moral fiber and caring for the people that are close to you?
I never wanted it to be this way, but it happened because too many people are trying to get me to behave in their eyes in a socially acceptable way, I am what I am and I do as I please.
The only thing I see in today's world is backstabbing, for the cause of being "successful". Whats the use in success when nobody cares for you anymore? You get to the top of the ladder just to see that you're alone up there. Enjoy your rat-race, you deserve it.
Also destroying nature's beauty just for the cause of success is retarded. People need to learn to appreciate nature, just for once, go for a walk in the woods or what ever, get away from the big cities and concrete jungles, but I guess today's folk won't manage in the nature without electricity or plumbing.
Stupid fucks I say.
- Luokiteltu yhteisöihin
- Misantropia Elämänkatsomus ja filosofia
ArrTorstai 09.07.2009 18:15
::PERJANTAI::
Mitä teit perjantaina? - Rölleilin metsässä
Joitko alkoholia? - Kyllä
Kenen seurassa olit? - Kavereiden ja muiden metsän peikkojen
Nolasitko itsesi? - en
Olitko yön kotonasi? - En
...jos et niin missä? - Metsässä
Oliko sinulla petikaveri? - Ei
Oliko kukaan sinulle vihainen? - ei
::LAUANTAI::
Oliko sinulla krapula? - Ei
Yövyitkö kotonasi? - En
Nautitko alkoholia? - Kyllä
Missä olit? - Metsässä
Mitä teit? - Tanssin ja join
Oliko ympärilläsi paljon ihmisiä? - Tuhansia
Mihin aikaan menit nukkumaan? - Joskus sunnuntai-aamuna klo 7-8
Tapasitko uusia ihmisiä? - Monia
Jäikö jokin asia vaivaamaan sinua? - Ei
::SUNNUNTAI::
Oliko sinulla krapula? - Ei
Mitä teit? - Metsäilin, tulin kotiin metsästä, lähdin baariin
Kenen kanssa vietit sunnuntain? - Kavereiden seurassa
Olitko ulkona? - Joo
Joitko alkoholia? - Joo
Anna arvosana 1-10 sunnuntaista - Kai se joku 8
Kävitkö suihkussa? - Joo
Oliko sinulla yövierasta? - Ei
HAVE YOU EVER...
Suudellut serkkuasi: en
Karannut kotoa: Öö.. en?
Ajatellut ihastustasi alastomana: Joo.
Lintsannut: Jep
Särkenyt jonkun sydämen: Kait
Halunnut jotakuta jota et voi saada: Kyllä
Tehnyt jotain tyhmää: Aina
THE LAST TIME YOU...
Kävit suihkussa: Eilen
Olit ulkona: Tänään
ABOUT YOU...
Romanttisin muisto: Monia
Paras asia elämässäsi: Kaverit
Taustakuvasi : Deadpool
FAVORITE...
Väri : Punainen ja musta
Bändi: Liia monia
Hiusmalli: Rastat
Jäätelö: Mango Meloni
Ruoka: Lasagne
WHO.. .
Saa sinut nauramaan: Kaverit
Saa sinut hymyilemään: Kaverit
Saa sinut hyvälle tuulelle: Mukavat ihmiset
Olet ihastunut: Joo
DO YOU EVER WANT TO...
Olla joku muu: En
Olla vastakkaista sukupuolta: Joo! ainaki päivän
HAVE YOU EVER...
Rakastunut ystävääsi joka on vastakkaista sukupuolta: Kyllä
Säätänyt kaverin kanssa: Joo :D
Ollut torjuttu: Jep
Ollut rakastunut: Jep
Jättänyt ketään: Olen
Suudellut jotakuta: Olen
Tehnyt jotain mitä kadut: En
WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON...
Jota halasit: Krista
Jonka kanssa puhuit: Laura
Jota suutelit: En minä muist
Jolle huusit: En oo huutanu kenellekkää pitkää aikaa, kaiketi lindalle viimeks
Jota ajattelit: HEHE, enpäs kerro
Joka laittoi sinulle viestiä: Krista
Joka särki sydämesi: Se jääköön sanomatta
MORE ABOUT YOU...
Hiusten väri: Musta
Tatuointeja: Ei vielä
Lävistyksiä: Ei vielä
Sinkku/varattu : Sinkku
10 ensimmäistä:
Ensimmäinen paras ystävä: En minä tiiä
Ensimmäinen nettinimi: : Jester^
Ensimmäinen suudelma: En minä muista tollasii
Ensimmäinen lemmikki: En ole omistanut omia lemmikkejä
Ensimmäinen lävistys: ---
Ensimmäinen ihastus: Ei voi muistaa
Ensimmäinen lempimusiikki: Kaiketi Hevi
Ensimmäinen auto: Opel
Ensimmäinen rakkaus: --- Miettikää keskenänne
Ensimmäinen pehmoeläin: ööö. Emmä tiedä
9 viimeisintä:
Viimeisin tupakka: 5min sit
Viimeisin alkoholijuoma: Eilen
Viimeisin autoajelu: Tänään
Viimeisin suudelma: Liia pitkä aika
Viimeisin nähty elokuva: The Anchorman
Viimeisin puhelinsoitto: Eilen
Viimeisin soitettu cd: Rage Against The Machine - The Battle of Los Angeles
Viimeisin vaahtokylpy: Moooonta vuotta sit
8 oletko koskaan -juttua:
Oletko koskaan deittaillut yhtä parhaista ystävistäsi?- En
Oletko koskaan ollut pidätettynä? Olen
Oletko koskaan uinut alastomana? Monasti
Oletko koskaan ollut TV:ssä? Olen
Oletko koskaan suudellut jotakuta ja katunut sitä? Joo
Oletko koskaan nähnyt eroottista unta jostain tuntemastasi tyypistä? joo :D
Oletko koskaan lemmiskellyt pyörremyrskyn keskellä? En, vittu se ois hienoo
Oletko koskaan kirjoittanut päiväkirjaa? olen
3 uraa, joita olet harkinnut:
1. Laborantti
2. Taksikuski
3. Baarimikko
6 asiaa, jotka olet tehnyt tänään:
1. Pelannu bilistä
2. syöny
3. Ajanu autoa
4. Juonu kahvia
5. Jutellut
6. Herännyt
Onks mua näkyny? Ees pipoa?Tiistai 07.07.2009 04:56
Joo'o, sillä meiningillä mentiin taas sunnuntaina et jatketaan nyt konemettän jälkeisillä känneillä, jatkettiin koko sunnuntai. Mitään hajua missä oon menny tai mitä mä oon tehny mut kivaa oli.
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