War Never Changes

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SEE YOU IN THE PAST Thank you for having made Vault-Tec your #1 choice for nuclear preparedness for 4 years running. The experimental phase of our Vault has expired. You are released back into the world to recreate the American dream once again. This vault will now be an archive to the stories that took place within it. Vault-Tec wishes you the best, perhaps we'll see you in the past. Always remember, citizen: War. War never changes.

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08.01.17 See you in the year 2077.

10.23.16 "War Never Changes" DLC launches. Public reopening initiates.

09.30.16 After 4 good years, the story concludes. Fallout 66 ends.

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War... war never changes. It began with the bombing of the old world. Nuclear fire destroyed much of the American Commonwealth, and what survived did so by adjusting to the wasteland left in war's wake. 200 years later, out of the development of the Boneyard, the Will Roger Caravan Company took up the challenge to establish the Route 66 highway as a caravan trade route, stretching from NCR controlled California to the Brotherhood of Steel in Chicago, Illinois. Their progress met its end in St. Louis, "Missury," where a year-long campaign ended in another nuclear detonation to the city.

Months after the blast, survivors and drifters alike creep back into the ruins of the old world wreck. The shattered remains of establishments shake off the Fallout and carry on. The bones of St. Louis stir again with life...

October-December, 2299

The temperature is dropping, but it's nothing like the blizzard of 2298. Proper shelter at night is becoming non-negotiable. Drifters must either pool their resources to afford a homestead or they must rent from one of the few establishments remaining.

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Merryn Lyesmith
 Posted: Nov 14 2016, 09:48 PM
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32 years
Human race
River Kings
Neutral Evil
biography by Riot

SKILLS

Sneak Survival Melee Unarmed

PERKS

Tribal Wisdom Silent Running Slayer Paralyzing Palm Ninja
Strength
5/10
Perception
5/10
Endurance
8/10
Charisma
5/10
Intelligence
4/10
Agility
8/10
Luck
5/10

WEAPONS

Combat knife

N/A

Cattleprod

COMPANION

N/A
Message
Plotter
Inventory
Development
Wallet
Caps: 140
Adventures
5
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9:30pm on October 15, 2299, the River King Casino



It was getting colder. Night crept over Missury earlier and earlier each day. That should have been a fact Merryn reveled in, but the onslaught of bitterness was reducing her time spent in the glory of nighttime. She hated the cold, always had and always would. She could remember suffering through the colder months while her Viper clan traveled. Their voyage to paradise was hindered year after year due to unfavorable and dangerous conditions brought on by the year’s end. It was always a scramble for shelter. Someone always died. Snakes weren’t meant to weather the cold. They burrowed and hibernated until the first vestiges of spring. Vipers couldn’t do that. All they could do was wait.

Being confined with a small group of blood-thirsty raiders wasn’t fun, but being confined on a casino-boat was much, much worse. Business wasn’t high, as if the citizens and tourists around here weren’t too keen on risking freezing to death just to gamble their caps away. She couldn’t really blame them, and yet she resented them. Her job was dull during peak hours now. There wasn’t much entertainment otherwise – well, not the kind that sustained Merryn Lyesmith. Gambling her hard-earned caps was unappealing. Watching one of the boat’s venues was good for a bit, but she could only witness the same routine over and over until it drove her mad.

During the day, if the weather was favorable, she was set on the prowl downtown. She didn’t care much for being exposed to the bleakness of day, but with the way things were going, she didn’t have much of a choice. Anything was better than the feeling of being trapped that lurked on the fringes of her mind. So she scoured the city to keep herself occupied (making sure to avoid the well-populated haunts) and scurried on back to the River King before the sun began its descent towards the horizon.

Now she was left to skulk about the three-tiered river boat until something popped up. Thus far, nothing had, and she knew nothing would. Civilization was quieter than life in the wasteland. Even her work with the Kings wasn’t as thrilling as it sounded – at least it wasn’t yet. Maybe once Missury thawed again things would pick up, but now…eh.

Too bad she wasn’t a social creature. There were plenty on this craft to whittle away time with conversation. Those she saw on the floor tonight were regulars. Same old topics with the same old people were another grating on her nerves. Oh well, it was either find a buddy to chat with or sit in a slow silence as the night ticked away. Maybe someone could provide a good piece of drama or… just something, anything to help time go by faster.

There was no doubting who that prime suspect would be. Warren G Harding didn’t look to have a very lucrative table tonight. No one else on this boat was always so eager to seek her out, so why not turn the tables a little bit? He was sure to provide some useful tidbits of information. If not, she’d just have to find someone else.

Merryn set into motion with that destination in mind. It was a short walk from point A to point B, and hardly enough time to mentally prepare herself (or divert her travels elsewhere). No turning back now, especially not when she snaked over to the side of the card table, and card shark, in question.

“Not too often I see you as the lonely table, Warren. Having a dry spell?”

Warren G Harding
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Warren G Harding
 Posted: Nov 19 2016, 07:24 AM
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34 years
Human race
River Kings dealer
True Neutral
biography by Dibs

SKILLS

Barter Speech Medicine Sneak

PERKS

Lady Killer Travel Light Fortune Finder Chem Resistant Comprehension
Strength
3/10
Perception
5/10
Endurance
3/10
Charisma
9/10
Intelligence
5/10
Agility
7/10
Luck
8/10

WEAPONS

.357 magnum

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COMPANION

N/A
Message
Plotter
Inventory
Development
Wallet
Caps: 285
Adventures
5
Text
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It was a slow night. But then again, compared to The Tops back home, damn near every night was a slow night. The prices one paid for living and working in an entertainment venue in a city… not quite known for its entertainment selection. Granted, the River Kings and their little boat weren’t a shabby little establishment and gang in all, but that was the key word: little. That part of it was something he was still getting used to. That was the part he was trying to come to grips with.

Some days it was nice. Others, not so much. Luckily, this day (or evening, rather) was more firmly settled in the former category.

There had been a few drifting sorts who had come to Warren's card table-- some regulars, some not so regulars, all looking for the usual things most gamblers did: caps, a distraction, a way to pass a bit of time. Warren took them all at his table, humored them with a few clever quips and scraps of information... then cleaned them out for all they had. Sometimes he'd purposefully play a few bad hands, to lure them into staying just a little bit longer. But in the end? The house always won. Always.

The tide of people came and went in a lazy ebb and flow, and at the moment it was the quiet before... well. Something. Warren's table was currently empty, and so the card dealer was simply whittling the time away, shuffling and reshuffling the cards while humming tunelessly along to the radios crackling and blaring quietly over the even softer hum of activity.

It was moments like these where he missed New Vegas the most. It was just so damned quiet.

Warren had never been especially adept at handing quiet. He was a social being at heart, one most comfortable with the press of people and the flowing of words of banter and jokes, where two people (or more) could just engage in... something. No, Warren was not the best in terms of exchanging ideas or debating the finer or deeper points of life, but still. He merely enjoyed (and perhaps even craved) just being in the presence of others. Especially if he could talk. The man certainly loved to talk.

His savior from the slow setting of boredom would turn out to be one of the unlikeliest of figures. Unlikely, but certainly not unwelcome. For as long as he'd known her (which wasn't long, truth be told), Merryn Lyesmith was... well, very much unlike Warren. She was a quiet one, a loner, one who viewed nearly every social interaction with varying degrees of overt suspicion. Pricklier than a cactus even on her best of days, she was a woman often best left alone. Warren never had, and his frequent attempts to engage and half-assed advances had never done anything but annoy her. So to see her? Approaching him? Initiating conversation with him? Oh this was a most definite surprise indeed.

A smile spread across Warren's features: an affable enough expression, aside from the shade of smugness that tinted his features. Oh, this was a treat, and a very welcome diversion from the empty table. “Everyone has slow days, cupcake. Even me.” True enough. “Though maybe seeing a pretty face like yours hanging around will bring the crowds a runnin' from afar. Nothing like a looker to drum up business.” He winked roguishly. Just to annoy her.

And it's not often I see you hanging around here and doing any talking, baby. Usually you're skulking around like a deathclaw and giving everyone the evil eye. Going through your own dry spell? Must be, huh?” Warren paused in his card shuffling, casting her an inquisitive look. “Wanna clue me in, cupcake? I'm all ears, just for you.
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Merryn Lyesmith
 Posted: Nov 22 2016, 02:02 PM
QUOTE
32 years
Human race
River Kings
Neutral Evil
biography by Riot

SKILLS

Sneak Survival Melee Unarmed

PERKS

Tribal Wisdom Silent Running Slayer Paralyzing Palm Ninja
Strength
5/10
Perception
5/10
Endurance
8/10
Charisma
5/10
Intelligence
4/10
Agility
8/10
Luck
5/10

WEAPONS

Combat knife

N/A

Cattleprod

COMPANION

N/A
Message
Plotter
Inventory
Development
Wallet
Caps: 140
Adventures
5
Text
N/A


Any semblance of a pleasant attitude disappeared in an instant. While she’d never claim to be overtly happy to slide up next to Warren’s empty card table, Merryn did try to appear less miserable than usual. It was difficult. She didn’t allow herself ample time to prepare for his… normal demeanor. Her eyes narrowed at his smiling face like he knew a joke she didn’t, and with Harding those suspicions were never too far off their mark.

Always, always it was something with the gambling man. Of all the people on this boat, he was the one who almost made it his priority to seek her out rain or shine, good or bad. Even if she wasn’t in the vicinity of the casino floor, he found her. Only those occasional moments where she disembarked to roam the city were her snippets of freedom. Everyone else on the boat gave her a wide enough berth; except Warren.

Regret sunk deep into her bones the moment he began to talk. Oh, she should have known better. She should have sought out someone else to help alleviate her boredom. Some of the other enforcers of the River Kings knew the value of silence, and didn’t need to constantly fill the void with endless nattering, especially knowing when it got a rise out of someone else. So, why was she stupid enough to come to this table?

It didn’t even matter anymore, truth be told. She was already here. Warren was already going at it with his smiles and his winks and his incessant desire to admonish her with new names (all of which she hated, and told him as much). Annoyance replaced whatever neutral features she showed up with. Rolling her eyes, Merryn allowed her gaze to wander off. Maybe some losing patron would hear her unspoken wishes for a brawl. That was as good excuse as any to detach from the card table and leave Harding back to his lonesome. Leaving now would give him the opportunity to just talk louder, and the last thing she’d want was a spotlight cast upon her.

“I get paid good caps to skulk about. Someone needs to make sure you and them other dainty dealers don’t get too mussed up by unhappy customers. Can’t have you botherin’ Boss every time some guy threatens to give you a black eye.”

Never mind the fact that Merryn had doled out that promise on more than one occasion… without being able to fulfill it. Accidents happen, though, and Warren wasn’t the only one on the floor who ever tried her patience. There were always ways around those rules. Her expertise was in being sneaky, after all.

“All ears, hm? Does that mean you’re gonna start listenin’ when I tell you to stop calling me those names, or else?” Okay, so he was the primary instigator of her patience. Despite her no-nonsense tone and warning glance, she knew it’d do little to stop him. In the months she knew Warren, he would back off for the tiniest bits of time before easing right back into the same old song and dance.

“Go get your sorry ass kicked, if you really wanna help me. I’ve been itchin’ for a good brawl all week.”
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