The Web of Fear: A Fallout Game

From: The PLA
TO: Beastie Boys

Greetings, rumor has it that you may be in possession of a Fusion Core, for what would you be interested in trading this device?


TO: Disciples of Madison

Greetings, rumor has it that you may be in possession of a Fusion Core, for what would you be interested in trading this device?


TO: Hoboken Shipper Boys and Girls

Would you be interested in selling some of that Power Armor you haven't the Energy to use and/or purchasing some Energy to power it with?
Also, we could potentially provide your defense forces with better training for your rumored-to-be-impending conflict with the 'Upside-Down Rams' bandits.


To: Wall Street Traders

Thank you for your words of welcome, we have few material goods to trade, but our expertise might be of considerable value. We notice that your primary food source appears to be from the docks of Pier 11, but we also note the inefficiency of those operations. If you were willing to place those facilities and personnel under our administration we believe we could improve productivity enough to provide you with 700 food every six months, while also freeing you of the burden of feeding the workforce. This would significantly increase your profits without requiring any initial outlay.


To: Lexington Haven

Greetings to the downtrodden refugees from heartless capitalism, we sympathize with your plight and would be happy to offer any of you who wishes to relocate a place under our protection aboard the USS Intrepid. To those who prefer to stay where you are we can offer training to better resist those who would force you back into servitude.


To: Habitat 59

Greetings honored scholars, our people have always honored the wise and we hope that we may one day send students to study your learned ways. We also understand that you are blessed with many robots, if you could see your way clear to send us some of these mechanical laborers to ease the toil of our citizens we would be happy to drill your defense forces to better resist the machinations of barbarians such as the nearby 'Juliard Drama School' gangsters.


TO: Sanctuary

We have heard of you from our mutual friends in Hoboken. It is said that you have great stores of ammunition, which the needs of self-defense have rendered undesirably scarce among us, would you be willing to aid us in this regard?


To: Governors Island

We are pleased to meet you fellow sailors, but in view of recent events; the abduction the residents of Battery Park, the mysterious disappearance of the cities world-renown statue, and the alarming number of slavers and gangsters on the mainland, we cannot help but be concerned for your safety. May we interest you in joining together for mutual support and protection?
 
TO: Sanctuary

We have heard of you from our mutual friends in Hoboken. It is said that you have great stores of ammunition, which the needs of self-defense have rendered undesirably scarce among us, would you be willing to aid us in this regard?

To: The PLA
You, like us, found refuge from the purging fires of the past in the bones of the Old World, and for that, we salute you. You do not hold to the trade and exploitation of your fellow blessed, either, which is surely something upon which the Holy Arbiter will smile. For what would you trade ammunition?
 
To: Sanctuary
We know not what your needs may be, the only thing we produce that you do not is Energy. Would that be of interest?
 
To: Wall Street Traders
From: Cohen Syndicate

We are interested in renewing our existing contract, unless there is some way you could provide us the requisite scrap and tech parts to initiate a second farm. We would be interested in selling off our current stash of slaves in exchange.

From: Lexington Haven

Very well. But let it be known: anyone who sets foot in our Haven--free, slave, or otherwise--is under our protection. If you come here seeking escaped slaves, you will be turned back.

There is no information regarding the Battery Park disappearance; everyone seems just as alarmed and concerned as you are.

To: Sovereign Fortuna Guild
From: The Institute

We will give you 200 food per turn if you allow us to continue using your docks as a staging area.

To: Atlantic Maritime League
From: Church of the Children of Atom

This plan sounds good--with your seacraft, we will reach our destination in no times at all.

We know nothing of any "Eye of Horus;" they sound like unfaithful. If this is the sort of dredge who inhabit Pennsylvania, we would not know, for we have yet to venture that far north.

We can share what we do know, which you do not seem to.
-The eastern shore of the Chesapeake is dotted with towns--Chestertown, Queenstown, Cambridge--that have accepted Atom's light. Further south, the swamps are alive with terrific creations: Atom's garden, not for mere humans
-On the western shore of the Chesapeake, Baltimore has been cleansed by Atom; there is only the Inner Harbour now. Some towns of what were once Baltimore suburbs--Glen Burnie, Odenton--are now in pathetic squalor, living in the darkness. They are being corrected as we speak, for Fort Meade lies in the Z-boson light.
-The country north of Baltimore is overrun with raiders. They will be cleansed soon.
-Furthermore, do not venture in the direction of the Capital Wasteland, for that way lies death.

From: Arden

We will not join any organisation with Claymont. Your offer does not presently interest us. Bonsoir!

From: Claymont

We will not join any organisation with Arden. Your offer of food and ammunition, however, sounds agreeable. Consider it agreed.

From: Chester

We would be interested in such a trade league, especially if it meant connections with those outside our little corner of the Atlantic.

From: New Bear

We accept your trade offer, and we would be interested in such a trade league.

From: Chesapeake City

We have no interest in a trade league, but we do agree with your trade offer.

From: Brookside

What part of 'go away' did you people not understand?

From: North Stars

Your audacity impresses us; perhaps we need not be enemies. We will give 60 horses for what you propose.

To: The PLA
From: Lexington Haven

We are content in our Haven, but we accept your words of kindness, and we seek friendship.

From: Governors Island

You are too far for us to consider a full union, but we can agree to friendship.
 
To: The PLA
From: Wall Street Traders

We don't think it would be a good idea at this juncture, we are worried that any unusual activity in the area could provoke the sea abductors into thinking that Pier 11 would be a good target. We wouldn't want to endanger any of our employees or our assets. However, we would be willing to sell your food or anything else if you are interested. I'm sure you'll find our prices are more competitive than you could ever imagine.

To: Cohen Syndicate
From: Wall Street Traders

We are willing to give you 10 Food for each slave. How many slaves are you offering?

To: Bumbalo’s Bees
From: Wall Street Traders

Greetings! It is a such pleasure to encounter another organisation dedicated to noble the pursuit of profit in these trying times. If you ever wish to sell your wares or buy anything from us, our markets are always open to you.
 
From:sons of hope
to:baritone family

We aren't really surprised you want to join us, because the great enemy shows that we need to work together against them, and build a better future. If you want to join us you have to give us your weapons. Don't think bad about this, you will have our word and protection. We are going to have control of the weapons in the alliance for a better administration of the war against the Cybermen.


From: sons of hope
To :Cranford and To Union Service Plaza

We send this diplomacy to start a connection and to warn the people that a bigger enemy is coming, and we know they will attack this settlement. Maybe not now but soon. Our people are the only ones who saw them and survived to tell it, and we are leading the fight to protect everyone. Join us in this fight against them, join us for a better future, join to the builders of hope.
 
A Diplomatic Mission is sent from Vault 314 to Back in the Saddle, including several of the Freed Eunuchs, with the following Message.

We are pleased to find you safe in your new homes. I understand you wish to resume and rebuild your lives independently - a worthy goal! However, winter is coming, and we can see that you're low on food and manpower. At the very least, we hope you can accept our gift of 100 food, 5 alcohol, and 50 scrap, and our luck to your endeavors. However, we hope you are willing to establish a trade route to New Passiac, and to the rest of Civilized Jersey.
 
To: National Humane Alliance
From: RSPPR

We will agree to help you. Such a severe threat cannot be ignored; we must contain any further spread and attempt to find the source of these demons, and deactivate or destroy whatever creates them. Our one condition is that we are running rather low on ammunition, and request that you help supply us during our struggle.
 
To: Wall Street Traders
From: The PLA

You say you offer 'unimaginable' prices. What would you pay for Energy or Food?
 
To: The PLA
From: Wall Street Traders

Are you looking to buy Food or Energy or are you looking to sell it to us?
 
To: Wall Street Traders
From: Bumbalo's Bees

Greetings fellow citizens, we are most honoured to meet such friendly neighbours! We can sell you some of the slaves we capture from the city--say, 20/turn--in exchange for food?

To: Sons of Hope
From: Baritone Family

We have heard of these Cybermen. Your terms are harsh, but ensure that it is our people handling our weapons, and we will agree.

To: Sons of Hope
From: Cranford

Any help is appreciated. We shall join your alliance.

To: Sons of Hope
From: Union Service Plaza

Who are you to tell us what is going on? We can surely handle this threat ourselves. Iselin was weak, but we are not.

To: Vault 314
From: Back-in-the-Saddle

Your gift is most kind, but who are these strange people with you?

To: RSPPR
From: National Humane Alliance

Yes, we'll gladly provide any supplies your people need.
 
From Vault 314

An Invitation sent to Troy

We bring well wishes from Vault 314 and the alliance some call the Builders of Hope. We wish to thank you for inviting us to your city and for giving us… guides. We would like to extend an invitation for you to send a delegation, no more than 50, to visit our settlement and our museum, and to establish formal relations between our peoples.

Although there are many issues we may discuss, I feel three are most pressing. Firstly, is the relatively long distance between us, a distance which is only partially explored for us. Secondly, is the potential for trade between us, especially the establishment of patrols to secure our routes and the movement of peoples. And finally, the Cybermen… we can speak more of such, if you are so interested.

And finally, there is the small matter of several horses we have tamed, who were grazing on the grounds. They have not bred, despite many years of care. If you can send expertise or breeding stock, we would greatly appreciate it.


Warnings and Offers sent to the Buzzing Hornets

Greetings. We are Vault 314. You may or may not remember us, but a skirmish was fought two years ago, one you fought against blue-glad men and robots near the Totowa bridge. Those were our people.

Since that time we have made many allies: Sons of Hope, Verona, even the Baritones. We have also eliminated many enemies: the Indian Panthers, and the Teamsters, to name a few. We have not lost a war yet.

What we are offering now is peace. And it may come in many flavors.

Should you choose to stay on your side of the river, we will refrain from interfering to the northwest of the line drawn from Willowbrook to Hawthrone, and north henceforth.

Should you choose to cease your raiding, we will be willing to forgive past conflicts, and work with you more on various matters we will not discuss now. What you can know is that you will be able to apply your skills, such as they are, for the betterment of yourself and others.

Should you choose to renounce slavery, and consider joining our alliance, we will be willing to accept you and assist you in the transition.

However, if you choose to reject our peace, you will not see such generous offers again.

And if you choose to embrace war, you will be destroyed.


To Back-in-the-Saddle

Would you please clarify - who among us is strange? Is it the freed slaves? The vault dwellers? The robots? The sons of hope? Or perhaps, all of us? If you wish to learn more about us and our story, we invite you to visit our Museum to learn our histories.
 
To: The PLA
From: Wall Street Traders

How much food do you wish to sell?

To: Bumbalo's Bees
From: Wall Street Traders

That would be most excellent. How does 10 food per slave sound, for a total of 200 food per turn?
 
To: Vault 314
From: Troy

We are honoured to send some of our people to explore such a esteemed place as yours.

To: Vault 314
From: Buzzing Hornets

We stay on our side of the river, and you cease these demands. That is our final offer.

To: Vault 314
From: Back-in-the-Saddle

Your...newcomers, we suppose; they have a strange manner of speaking. We will send a delegate to visit your Museum.

To: Wall Street Traders
From: Bumbalo's Bees

That would be excellent.
 
To the New Patriots
From the Shard

Hello, delicious friends.

We come in the spirit of peace and friendship. We have also observed that you appear to have killed a few of us and put their bodies out for display. We would like to recover their bodies, and would be willing to provide you with food to do so.
 
To help all of you (and me) keep track I've decided to make a character list of all the named characters in the Brotherhood of the Undead so far.


The Director: Where did he come from? Why does he call himself the Director? What are the screams coming from the lab? These are questions the Brotherhood do not have an answer to, and would very much like not to have an answer to. At six feet tall, gaunt and gangly like a scarecrow, the Director strikes an intimidating figure in his lab coat. The scariest part of him though, are the eyes, which settle on his face like googly eyes.

He came to the Brotherhood in the early years, offering his services as a doctor in exchange for being allowed to perform experiments in the working clinic that was a part of the Brotherhood hideout.


The Assistant: The Director can’t perform all of his experiments himself so he has his assistant who has been desensitized to suffering to help him. A bookish looking young ghoul, he has glasses and a generally wimpy demeanor. The Hardy Boys have given him wedgies 249 times and counting.


Big Mama: The founder of the Brotherhood, and its energetic aggressive leader. She keeps command of her gang through extreme violence and extreme affection, garnering both intense fear and fanatical loyalty, much like an abusive father would. She is the heart and soul of the Brotherhood, the glue that binds this disparate group of personalities together.

She stands inhumanly tall, like a giantess above men, and her bulky frame radiates pure power. She can rip through sheet metal, bones and muscles like paper.

Big Mama is violent, unable to admit fault and probably insane, which makes her an anime girl


Deimos and Phobos: Their parents were “intellectuals” and named them after the twin sons of Mars in the greek myths. This was an ironic naming convention, given that both Deimos and Phobos grew up to be utter cowards. Their instinct for bootlicking is paralleled, and if they had grown up before the bombs fell, they would’ve found their way to the New York Times. Instead, they spend their days as Big Mama’s personal secretaries, helping her organize the Brotherhood, and taking the brunt of her wrath when things go wrong, or when one of them contradicts one of her plans.


Queek: Every village has a village idiot, and Queek, unfortunately plays that role for the Brotherhood, already a group of not too bright individuals. It is widely agreed that something supernatural must be watching out for him for him to have survived to adulthood. He acts as a messenger throughout the Brotherhood because he can’t be trusted with anything else.


The Hardy Boys: Their mama god bless her soul, managed to pop out ten kids before she died, leaving their dad, and the Brotherhood at large to raise them, and the Hardy Boys were the result. Violent barely controlled devils, they spend their days doing stupid things like slamming their heads against walls and inflicting damage on themselves, each other and other people. They can’t be managed, their violent urges can only be productively directed. They also own the only 2 handed guns of the Brotherhood, having earned it through the Laws of Loot which govern how spoils are split and are the only laws which even Big Mama respects.

Boss: Once the leader of one of the smaller raider factions that coelesced under the Brotherhood's banner he's the closest thing the Brotherhood has to a tactician. Of course, in an organization with plans like "Show up in greater numbers and shoot them until they're dead" this is not a hard title to claim. His greatest victory was the taking of Trinity which was a combination of luck, properly applied concentration of firepower, opportunism and verve. He also had a hand in the planning of the taking of the trader's food. Currently he overseas the Brotherhood outpost at Trinity.
 
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