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BOTWAWKI Revised Thread
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cindle
Warlord
Would I be correct in assumin that as a vault I would have a GECK? I just don't want to assume that I have one and then Find out I don't.
Only some vaults are equipped with GECKS, if you had one it would have been in your Overseer's Introduction package that came with your first update.
badunoff
Prince
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Northen Wolf
Young Hunter
Faction Name: Wild Wolves
Leader Name: Garrik Wolf
Leader Trait: Charismatic
Starting Location: Jennings State Forest, Florida, Renamed 'Homecave'
Leader Background: Garrik fought his way up to the throne and he did not brake any honor codes of the Tribe.
Origins: Tribal Nomads
Traits: Barbaric
Capital Type: Tribal Community
Background: When the bombs fell, local citizens had little trouble in finding a safe place where to grow their crops. Jennings state forest, near Jacksonville was remote enough place, to be far enough away from Jacksonville, have enough land to grow crops on and be near major roads. As time passed, population of Jennings State Forest grew larger and larger and when raiders attacked, they were fought off, despite of lack of firearms. But simply defeating riders was not enough and tribe leaders decided, that to wipe out anyone who threatens them. Now, when local population has grown large enough and has finally gained a suitable leader they can finally start expanding their rule and eliminating all riders that threaten them. Under Garrik Wolf, Wild Wolves shall expand and conquer everyone, who are against them.
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Good enough?
Leader Name: Garrik Wolf
Leader Trait: Charismatic
Starting Location: Jennings State Forest, Florida, Renamed 'Homecave'
Leader Background: Garrik fought his way up to the throne and he did not brake any honor codes of the Tribe.
Origins: Tribal Nomads
Traits: Barbaric
Capital Type: Tribal Community
Background: When the bombs fell, local citizens had little trouble in finding a safe place where to grow their crops. Jennings state forest, near Jacksonville was remote enough place, to be far enough away from Jacksonville, have enough land to grow crops on and be near major roads. As time passed, population of Jennings State Forest grew larger and larger and when raiders attacked, they were fought off, despite of lack of firearms. But simply defeating riders was not enough and tribe leaders decided, that to wipe out anyone who threatens them. Now, when local population has grown large enough and has finally gained a suitable leader they can finally start expanding their rule and eliminating all riders that threaten them. Under Garrik Wolf, Wild Wolves shall expand and conquer everyone, who are against them.
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Good enough?
Milarqui
Deity
I have a question: is there a chance that we might encounter some unoccupied vaults, and thus we can ransack them?
When it comes to vaults, yes some were part of the experiment, and failed, and those remain in the wasteland. Some may even work as functioning settlements.
SKILORD
Insurgent
The card said her name, her height, the color of her eyes and hair. The typewriter clicked out the last of the information, the code AGR, to give her permission to come and go in the town as she pleased, and Margaret held it up for Mayor Nealon to inspect.
He nods and signs it.
The laminating sheaths next, slide the paper into a thin plastic case, Margaret pulls the old fashioned iron out of the fireplace and stamps it onto the card.
And when she pulls it out she hands the card to the woman in line, who nods and smiles before turning and heading home. The next man in line walks up, and tells Margaret his name.
The cards have a lot of purpose now, with its markings of AGR HSTDR or the new one, the one that made it all necessary, TBH.
Twinbear Hold.
Mayor Nealon watches Margaret take down the next mans information, one of the new people, part of the migrating tribe, after he signs the card and Margaret stamps it Mayor Nealon asks, Hows the wall coming?
The man frowns, The ditch is going really well, your soldiers are up there digging it, getting that dirt packed back up into a wall though, its not getting done so fast, people are putting up tents or huts instead.
Mayor Nealon shakes his head, I understand that they want to set up their own homes, but youd better let them know that they wont be safe enough to do that until we have that wall.
He nods, taking his newly issued ID, Ill tell them.
He turns towards the door, But, Mayor, thank you for letting us settle here.
Mayor Nealon smiles, Youre welcome.
He nods and signs it.
The laminating sheaths next, slide the paper into a thin plastic case, Margaret pulls the old fashioned iron out of the fireplace and stamps it onto the card.
And when she pulls it out she hands the card to the woman in line, who nods and smiles before turning and heading home. The next man in line walks up, and tells Margaret his name.
The cards have a lot of purpose now, with its markings of AGR HSTDR or the new one, the one that made it all necessary, TBH.
Twinbear Hold.
Mayor Nealon watches Margaret take down the next mans information, one of the new people, part of the migrating tribe, after he signs the card and Margaret stamps it Mayor Nealon asks, Hows the wall coming?
The man frowns, The ditch is going really well, your soldiers are up there digging it, getting that dirt packed back up into a wall though, its not getting done so fast, people are putting up tents or huts instead.
Mayor Nealon shakes his head, I understand that they want to set up their own homes, but youd better let them know that they wont be safe enough to do that until we have that wall.
He nods, taking his newly issued ID, Ill tell them.
He turns towards the door, But, Mayor, thank you for letting us settle here.
Mayor Nealon smiles, Youre welcome.
Abaddon
Deity
I dunno. I seem to hold a poison to your NES :/
Well, Abaddon: if this one dies after you join then we know you're right and that obviously you're the one that's holding me back.
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
A man, broken and screaming was brought to the basement layer of 'Elis Block'. Two guards, one holding a shot gun and the other a knife, hold him tight as he strugged against his bonds. He was brought to the Chief of the Guards: Alfred Rodriguez.
The man, newly shaven and cleaned from years of filth, looked up with hate at the figure shrouded in shadow. Alfred was the leader of the Grey Guard who threw his lot with Francis. However, the reason for this man's hate is much more clear.
"Quekeeled mah herma'o!" Cried the man in broken english-spanish mix known as Tejas before the war, "Quonnova bastard of perros!" <You've killled my brother, you sonoova b**** Bas****>
"He didn't follow the rules, Garath." wispered the guard. The man fell silent, fear in his eyes, "And neither have you."
A bullet hole appeared between his fearful eyes, and he fell down, dead. "This one did not deserve a second chance, even for assault, for what he said to me. NEXT!"
The man, newly shaven and cleaned from years of filth, looked up with hate at the figure shrouded in shadow. Alfred was the leader of the Grey Guard who threw his lot with Francis. However, the reason for this man's hate is much more clear.
"Quekeeled mah herma'o!" Cried the man in broken english-spanish mix known as Tejas before the war, "Quonnova bastard of perros!" <You've killled my brother, you sonoova b**** Bas****>
"He didn't follow the rules, Garath." wispered the guard. The man fell silent, fear in his eyes, "And neither have you."
A bullet hole appeared between his fearful eyes, and he fell down, dead. "This one did not deserve a second chance, even for assault, for what he said to me. NEXT!"
SKILORD
Insurgent
The wall was coming along nicely, but Peter did not feel like he should help. He was busy collecting wood to build his own hut.
Good wood in this forest, untouched wilderness, where Peter had come from there was nothing like it.
Peter ignores, or cannot hear, a rumble from behind the trees.
He picks up more wood, looks around, and tries to make sure that the guards from Agrestic, or his own kissass chieftan, don’t see him. They’ll be sure to yell at him about it. Not doing his share of the work.
Whatever.
He has a rope, he ties the branches around him, thatched roof hut, simple operation.
He can no longer ignore the growling.
But it’s too late, he’s tied to a bunch of logs, He waddles towards the guards suddenly, frightened.
But it’s too late, the Twinbear charges out of the forest and both heads lunge into his chest.
The body, when it was found in a few hours, served as a stark symbol, warning the new settlers not to put themselves first.
The ditch diggers and fence builders soon found their numbers exaggerated by urgency.
Good wood in this forest, untouched wilderness, where Peter had come from there was nothing like it.
Peter ignores, or cannot hear, a rumble from behind the trees.
He picks up more wood, looks around, and tries to make sure that the guards from Agrestic, or his own kissass chieftan, don’t see him. They’ll be sure to yell at him about it. Not doing his share of the work.
Whatever.
He has a rope, he ties the branches around him, thatched roof hut, simple operation.
He can no longer ignore the growling.
But it’s too late, he’s tied to a bunch of logs, He waddles towards the guards suddenly, frightened.
But it’s too late, the Twinbear charges out of the forest and both heads lunge into his chest.
The body, when it was found in a few hours, served as a stark symbol, warning the new settlers not to put themselves first.
The ditch diggers and fence builders soon found their numbers exaggerated by urgency.
Quisani
Gaming Person
The crowd was restless and everyone knew it. Imagineers and Security Managment could be seen among the gathering, the former consoling, and the later uneasily keeping the peace. It was a tough scene, to say the least. After a few moments, Gregowski ascended the stage and signaled for silence.
"Cast-members! Guests! It has been a year of sorrow for all of us! 65 of us have become Guests in the Greatest Sequel Known to Man. We have lost many we each held dear in our hearts, including one of my sons. And though the pain of their departure still rings in our hearts, I feel I must be the one to say this... As His Animal has said, 'The past can hurt. You can either run from it or learn from it.' We must surely learn from this, lest our Kingdom come under threat! Our audience is not a tame one! They have been without His guiding light too long to recognize His gifts for this world. And we must make use and protect these gifts with all our might! And to do this means that we all must do our part, no matter how great or small." Gregowski was quiet for a moment. "In the coming years, I shall be replaced as High Imagineer as my projects come to fruition and new ideas arise. Praise the Animator!"
At this the crowd came alive with a start. Gregowski had been High Imagineer as long as many could remember, and that alone had made him an authority. Questions of "Why?" and "Who will be the next High Imagineer?" rang across the crowd. However, Gregowski had already descended from the stage.
"Cast-members! Guests! It has been a year of sorrow for all of us! 65 of us have become Guests in the Greatest Sequel Known to Man. We have lost many we each held dear in our hearts, including one of my sons. And though the pain of their departure still rings in our hearts, I feel I must be the one to say this... As His Animal has said, 'The past can hurt. You can either run from it or learn from it.' We must surely learn from this, lest our Kingdom come under threat! Our audience is not a tame one! They have been without His guiding light too long to recognize His gifts for this world. And we must make use and protect these gifts with all our might! And to do this means that we all must do our part, no matter how great or small." Gregowski was quiet for a moment. "In the coming years, I shall be replaced as High Imagineer as my projects come to fruition and new ideas arise. Praise the Animator!"
At this the crowd came alive with a start. Gregowski had been High Imagineer as long as many could remember, and that alone had made him an authority. Questions of "Why?" and "Who will be the next High Imagineer?" rang across the crowd. However, Gregowski had already descended from the stage.
Blaze Injun
Night Radio KYSE
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Hey,
New Frostburk orders sent.
Blaze Injun
New Frostburk orders sent.
Blaze Injun
This is the 24 hour warning for orders.
Northen Wolf
Young Hunter
I assume, that I don't need to send orders on turn 0 ?
Anonymoose
KING OF MEESE
Orders will come before the end of the day.
Sent like lint.
Sent like lint.
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