The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
4/13/2012
Posts:
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Minecraft:
ouchalargerock
Member Details
OOC- Remember the rules!
In game name: ouchalargerock
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Country or time-zone: Central (US)
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Bits and Pieces of the first 2, and put over 500 hours into NV and 3.
Why do you want to play on this server?: Because I have missed you guys, the community, and just about everything else. Fallout 4 isn't coming out for a while and a need my fix.
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all.
Have you read the lore?: Yup.
IC- The more detail, the better!
Name: Tyler Redson
Nickname (optional):
Motto (optional):
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 210.7 lbs
Personality: Depressed, Philosophical, Charismatic, yet not very loyal, or strong-willed.
Character's SPECIAL (max total: 40):
Strength-6
Perception-6
Endurance- 4
Charisma- 9
Intelligence-5
Agility-4
Luck-6
Character's skills: Very Charismatic, able to manipulate, able to work with most weapons, plays bass guitar (you never know when that comes in handy.
Weaknesses:Not very agile, or hardy, has a soft spot for women, Competitive, very rarely hallucinates because of depression.
Karma:Neutral, but leaning towards Evil
Character's appearance: Tall, dressed in relatively clean clothes. Has a Mohawk and sideburns.
Worn cloths/accessories:T-Shirt, Duster, Dirty Jeans, and Combat Boots.
Gear/weapons: A small concealable pistol, a plasma charge, and a (depending on the texture pack, I suppose) crowbar (steel pole).
Dislikes: People getting the best of him
Likes:Being in the spotlight. Winning
Any condition's/ disorder's (optional): Clinical Depression
Spawn Location:
Survivalist Camp on a roof or inside a skyscraper around cloud level in Dog City
RP example (At least 2 paragraphs):
"See? See what happens?" The room is filled with a chilling laugh, and the sound of someone struggling.
"You try to cross me. See where it gets you?" The man laughs once again, then stops when he hears the other person say something under their breath.
"What was that sweetheart?" the man asks.
A brutally attacked woman, one with a broken nose, cuts around the face and eyes, and what seemed to be a dislocated shoulder was slumped with a knife in her stomach. Yet she was able to find the strength to speak up. She spoke, at a level that was barely audible, yet whether or not it was heard, the message would have been clear. Spitting out blood, and with a look in her eyes that scared the Satan away himself, she spoke "You will pay for this. All of it. I promise you."
The Man chuckled a bit. Smiled, a smile that wasn't crazy, nor was it warm. It was barely even a facial expression, it seemed like a mask while he laughed. Then it faded, and you could see the craziness in his eyes. He looked at her and said "Sweetie, that's where you are wrong." He pulled out a gun looked away. "It seems you're the one paying," He fired.
Character back-story (At least 3 paragraphs with no assuming faction roles):
Born in the dark city streets of Dog City was a difficult life. Born into a family of scavengers and traders, who took apart robots and ran a small caravan. He quickly learned how to use his voice to his advantage, and his family's advantage for that matter. Being able to easily convince people that some products were worth more, or using his condition of life to con people into buying from the caravan.
Though, when he turned fifteen, the world for him turned upside-down. For better or for worse, he killed his fist man when he was fifteen. His father saw him, and essentially disowned him. Without his family, his life was hard. Though, not as hard as it would be for most people. Being able to talk others out of most situations, and when he couldn't he talked them out of it with a gun, he eventually made it to the outskirts of boulder city.
By the time he was 20 years old, he had finally made a name for himself as an jack-of all-trades. An assassin, a trader, even an 'escort'. Traveling from refugee camp to refugee camp making money, only to blow it all again on women and drugs, starting the cycle over and over.
Hey there Tmy, just wondering if you remember me from Lost Days. Once I saw that this was a new Fallout server I got excited. Once I saw that you were running I cried tears of joy! Metaphorical ones, that is.
Hey everybody! Building has been going smooth recently, but we could really use more active builders. Please, I know we ask this a lot, but if you feel like you could be an asset to the build feel free to make an application! Don't be shy guys! Also, if you feel like your app got skipped on accident go ahead and repost it. Likewise, if you were accepted as a builder but haven't been added to the Skype chat yet please private message me with your Skype username and your minecraft ign. Thanks again guys! We can't wait to get this server up!
Character's back story: Tyler Tork (born July 14,2249) grew up in the streets of Detroit(of what is left of it) in a family of 5:Father,Mother,Younger Brother,and Grandmother.As Tyler grew up,He joined the DLA : (Detroit Lansing Alliance) when he was 21.At age 28,he was promoted to General of the 5th Battalion.When he was 30,he was shot in the shoulder during a bandit raid.He was relieved of his duties as General.Two years after,He and his family moved to Colorado to find a better place to live.Shortly after he turned 33,his grandmother,father,and mother died from a bandit raid.His younger brother,Carson(born May 14,2261) moved to the Capital Wasteland and was never heard from again. Now, Tyler moved to Denver looking to make an expression for himself and to find a job and shelter.
Character backstory must be at least 3 paragraphs.
RP example (At least 2 paragraphs): Today was the day. Today was the day that I leave Vault 13. I always loved life in the vault but he thought it was time to leave. I had uncovered old documents in the vaults terminal about an organization from before the war dedicated to preserving america. The Enclave. I knew I was destined to join them and help them lead America back to its glory. I grabbed a security pistol,some ammo,nuka cola,medical supplies and left. I proceeded that night to find my way to the atrium and escape.
The moonlight shined into my eyes. Years of being in the vault hurt my eyes. But it didn't matter. I proceeded to take the long walk to Dog City. One of the last bastions of Freedom and Capitalism was stationed there. Eventually it turned to day. The sunlight blinded my eyes. I knew I was in what once Arizona. I walked by and saw men in Roman Styled attire. I continued eventually to find my way to New Mexico. I kept trudging on until I finally made it to my destination. Dog City.
The Backstory is where the RP example should be, and there is no RP example.
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): I don't actually have the game, but I always play with my friend at his house after school, I don't really know if it's fallout 3 or 2 (very sorry).
Why do you want to play on this server?: I really love the idea! I want to join and enjoy myself to the very max. The Lore, history, and roleplay seem perfect for just the server I was looking for. After a Nuclear War, Dog Town, it's all perfect
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: Umm I don't know.. wait is this the "He who will save us all" ?
Have you read the lore?: Yup, love it
Use the whitelist app template on the first page, there's no IC information here.
OOC- Remember the rules!
In game name: Dexevara
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Country or time-zone: Canada, GMT+4
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Fallout 3 and New Vegas, a little of the first ones.
Why do you want to play on this server?: Because I miss Fallout RP servers.
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us.
Have you read the lore?: Yes
IC- The more detail, the better!
Name: Frank Waters
Nickname (optional):
Motto (optional):
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Height: 6’1
Weight:~190lbs
Personality: Frank is someone who doesn’t say much about himself. He likes to entertain others and be the center of attention. He’s charming and know his way with words.
Character's SPECIAL (max total: 40):
Strength- 5
Perception- 6
Endurance- 4
Charisma- 9
Intelligence- 7
Agility- 4
Luck- 5
Character's skills: He’s good with wiring and communication devices.
Weaknesses: He’s not much of a brawler. He talks a lot and is a loudmouth, which is sometime the cause of problems.
Karma: Good/Neutral
Character's appearance: Frank is rather skinny. He looks tired and a little wrinkled. He has long gray/brown hair and blue eyes.
Worn cloths/accessories: He wears a light blue shirt and old gray formal pants. He is always seen carrying a radio in his back pocket and a pack of cigarettes.
Gear/weapons: Frank always carries a knife or a pistol. Nothing big since he’s not really in the first lines of any fight.
Dislikes: Fire and bullets directed toward him.
Likes: Alcohol, music, having fun, spreading fun and music.
Any condition's/ disorder's (optional): Light alcoholism but nothing too serious.
Spawn Location: Wilderness
RP example (At least 2 paragraphs): (Sorry of the blandness but I had no good ideas for this part)
*Frank enters the bar and takes a quick look around. He goes to the jukebox and put on some music before going behind to patron.*
Frank: Sooo which of you fine gentleman will offer this thirsty handsome stranger a drink?
*He puts his arms on the two patrons shoulder look at them with a huge grin.*
Patron: How about you off and go bother someone else?
*The patron stands up and pushes Frank arm away*
*Frank laughs a little and takes the man’s seat and turn to the second patron*
Frank: How about you old chum?
Patron 2: Sure, anything to mess with my dumbass of a brother.
*The first patron looks resigned at his brother and go sit somewhere else*
Patron 2: Sorry for his manners he’s merely but a kid in his head, so what do you drink?
Patron: I HEARD THAT! *You can hear the patron shout from the back of the bar*
Frank: The strongest thing they have. Anyway where are you two heading?
Patron 2: Oh we are going in Colorado to meet some business friends.
Frank: Business friends huh, what kind of business?
Patron 2: I can’t really tell you right now but if you got nowhere to go and nothing to do you could come along, I’m sure you’ll find something to do down there.
Frank: Well now you’re talking! Barman! Give a drink of their choice to these two fine gentlemen. We have a long road ahead of us!
Character back-story (At least 3 paragraphs with no assuming faction roles):
Frank’s childhood wasn’t the shiniest neither the dirtiest. He was raised by his mother in the Malamute Saloon in Redding. He grew up with the drunkards and the working girls. He never met his father but his mother told him he was a NCR Staff Sergeant. Frank saw the dirty side of life pretty early. He saw people kill others over poker games and young girls sell their bodies to afford some jet or some psycho. When he came of age he became the errand boy of the saloon. It was a pretty lame job but he preferred delivering stuff instead of mining like most people in this dusty town. He dreamt of more for his life, he was ambitious and had desires of glory and fortune; like most young people in the Wastes it seems. His mother didn’t really know what to do with her teenage son who dreamt to become some kind of hero. One day, Sullivan (the owner of the saloon) sent him to deliver a crate of alcohol to some NCR troops camping just outside town. Frank went and was in pure awe. He stayed up all night with the NCR troopers listening to their tales of the war against the Enclave and how they we’re crushing the Great Khans. The young 18 year old Frank knew this was the kind of life he wanted to live. That very night he enlisted and left the following morning without telling anyone.
It was 2260 and it was the first time Frank really felt free of his whole life. He learned everything a trooper had to know to survive in the barren wastelands. He went through months of training and patrolling and finally was integrated to a squad as engineer. He was put in charge of the radio and became extremely good with wiring and communication devices. He loved everything about the job; the uniform, his squad, the patrols and obviously the feeling of doing something right. He wasn’t much of a fighter but was more than happy of doing his part in the war against the raiders’ gang.
They’d been chasing raiders across California for 3 years and yet they never were able to find one of their main hideouts. Until one day, Frank was playing with a ham radio and caught a lucky signal. Some raiders were requesting help from other raiding parties at a precise location described as a massive raider camp. Frank’s unit along with artillery specialist were sent to evaluate the situation. When they arrived they realised that this wasn’t not outpost, it was a whole god damn town. After reporting their discovery to their superiors, they were ordered to use napalm shells to burn down the whole camp. So they did. Fire rained from the sky devouring flesh and bones. The squad stood there and watched the purge of a bandit camp. They could hear the screams and see the flames dance to this horrifying music. After hours that seemed like years, they finally went in to make sure they got every last one of these killers. The thing they saw was far from what they expected. They saw burnt men and women armed to teeth but they also found detention blocks. Hundreds of cells filled with the burnt corpses of child and adults chained up like animals. When contacting the commander about it, they were told to keep their mouth shut and come back to base. Frank looked at all those innocents who died because of them and realized he was no hero.
While the other troopers of his squad tried to loot what was left buried in ashes, Frank ran. He took as much as he could and ran as far as he could from the hell he and his companions had created. He knew he would be considered a deserter and probably sent to death if the NCR ever caught him but he didn’t give a . So he ran, for days, for weeks until he couldn’t run anymore. He fell to his knees and passed out. When he woke up he was inside what seemed to be a shed. An old woman told him to keep quiet and drink. He drank as much as his burnt and parched mouth could handle. The old lady told him they found him lying on the ground mumbling insanities while burning in the sun. She tried to reassure him by telling him he was safe in this settlement and that whatever he was running from wouldn’t find him here. He tried to smile and fell back to sleep.
The little community had welcomed him as one of theirs. Having nowhere to go he decided to settle down and help as much as he could to repay them the debt of his own life. He worked the little gardens they had; he went to hunt nearby creatures threatening his fellow settlers and even helped build a new radio tower for the little town. He made himself a place within the community and beside a young lady. She was the niece of the old woman who had saved him. A beautiful girl with eyes of jade and red hair. Her name was Eve Maguire. They both grew fond of each other’s and finally became a family. They never had a wedding or anything but she still took his name and became Eve Weston. After 3 years of common life, Eve became pregnant. Frank was then 26 and the happiest man in the wastelands. She gave birth in 2266 to a beautiful little girl who seemed to be her exact copy. She was named after Frank’s mother; Annie. So the Weston family lived happily for 6 wonderful years, until a ghost came back from the past.
Frank was listening to the radio waves of around the settlement and caught something he never expected around here, a NCR signal. It seemed like a party was coming to recruit new soldiers and meet a certain engineer in the settlement. He heard one of the troopers sign off «Corporal Liam Weaver out. » Frank knew the corporal. He was one of his old squad mates. If he ever put a foot in here to talk to the ‘’engineer’’ being Frank, he would be executed for sure. He couldn’t risk having the settlement involved into his mistakes and certainly not his own love and daughter. Frank knew the only thing he could do to protect everyone he cared for was to leave them behind. He wrote letters to his wife and for his daughter for when she would grow up. He picked up a picture of them, a handgun and some other necessities. He woke up in the middle of the night and left the letters on his pillow. He caressed Eve’s hair for the last time and kissed goodbye to his young daughter. He went to the door and took a last look at his sleeping family and whispered «I’m sorry…».
Frank knew he would probably never see his family ever again for their best interest. He once knew Weaver and knew the only thing he hated more than raiders we’re traitors. The only thing to do was to disappear and kill Frank Weston. So he did, he his hair long and changed his name to Frank Waters. Once a confident and handsome man he was now but his own shadow. He looked nothing like the little boy who had deserted the horrors of war years ago. The only thing he kept from his past was the picture of his family. He started smoking and drinking and wandered from settlements to settlements doing the minimum to survive. He went around for 12 long years like this. Broadcasting music and trading stories with other people over his radio.
It was now 2284, Frank was now 42 year old and tired of running. His legs ached way more than his soul nowadays. He had gone through 4 states and was probably out of range of anyone who could identify him. He met two guys in a bar who were heading to Colorado, with nothing to lose or to do; Frank decided he’d make one last stop down there.
Wait a second.....
Dexavara? As in Retrofuture and Revs launch of the Vault?
Wat
Also, you're accepted.
Not only because of a great app, but because you're Dexavara. Welcome and we look forward to seeing you on release!
Wait a second.....
Dexavara? As in Retrofuture and Revs launch of the Vault?
Wat
Also, you're accepted.
Not only because of a great app, but because you're Dexavara. Welcome and we look forward to seeing you on release!
Wow, thanks :') I think I might apply for builder to give you all a hand also. Anyway I'm touched to see people still remember me :3
Hey everybody! Just wanted to do another update, I feel like you guys deserve some more screenshots since the build is going great. We're almost done with downtown Denver, we just have to go through and add some finishing touches once we fill every plot, including adding more cars in the streets, rubble, the wooden bridges, etc. Bottom line is, this is looking great guys I'm really happy with the way this is shaping out to be. Enjoy the pictures!
(P.S., please excuse our use of the default texture pack, our resource pack is still in development and not completely finished)
I would say we're probably 80% done with Denver. Don't be discouraged though, Denver is honestly probably the bulk of the build. We have to build a few other smaller locations and then MUCH smaller towns/cities.
Forgive Tyler the ip is:
6.85.137.58:25571
What's your ign again?
Spawn Location:
"You try to cross me. See where it gets you?" The man laughs once again, then stops when he hears the other person say something under their breath.
"What was that sweetheart?" the man asks.
A brutally attacked woman, one with a broken nose, cuts around the face and eyes, and what seemed to be a dislocated shoulder was slumped with a knife in her stomach. Yet she was able to find the strength to speak up. She spoke, at a level that was barely audible, yet whether or not it was heard, the message would have been clear. Spitting out blood, and with a look in her eyes that scared the Satan away himself, she spoke "You will pay for this. All of it. I promise you."
The Man chuckled a bit. Smiled, a smile that wasn't crazy, nor was it warm. It was barely even a facial expression, it seemed like a mask while he laughed. Then it faded, and you could see the craziness in his eyes. He looked at her and said "Sweetie, that's where you are wrong." He pulled out a gun looked away. "It seems you're the one paying," He fired.
Character backstory must be at least 3 paragraphs.
The Backstory is where the RP example should be, and there is no RP example.
Use the whitelist app template on the first page, there's no IC information here.
In game name: Dexevara
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Country or time-zone: Canada, GMT+4
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Fallout 3 and New Vegas, a little of the first ones.
Why do you want to play on this server?: Because I miss Fallout RP servers.
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us.
Have you read the lore?: Yes
IC- The more detail, the better!
Name: Frank Waters
Nickname (optional):
Motto (optional):
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Height: 6’1
Weight:~190lbs
Personality: Frank is someone who doesn’t say much about himself. He likes to entertain others and be the center of attention. He’s charming and know his way with words.
Character's SPECIAL (max total: 40):
Strength- 5
Perception- 6
Endurance- 4
Charisma- 9
Intelligence- 7
Agility- 4
Luck- 5
Character's skills: He’s good with wiring and communication devices.
Weaknesses: He’s not much of a brawler. He talks a lot and is a loudmouth, which is sometime the cause of problems.
Karma: Good/Neutral
Character's appearance: Frank is rather skinny. He looks tired and a little wrinkled. He has long gray/brown hair and blue eyes.
Worn cloths/accessories: He wears a light blue shirt and old gray formal pants. He is always seen carrying a radio in his back pocket and a pack of cigarettes.
Gear/weapons: Frank always carries a knife or a pistol. Nothing big since he’s not really in the first lines of any fight.
Dislikes: Fire and bullets directed toward him.
Likes: Alcohol, music, having fun, spreading fun and music.
Any condition's/ disorder's (optional): Light alcoholism but nothing too serious.
Spawn Location: Wilderness
RP example (At least 2 paragraphs): (Sorry of the blandness but I had no good ideas for this part)
*Frank enters the bar and takes a quick look around. He goes to the jukebox and put on some music before going behind to patron.*
Frank: Sooo which of you fine gentleman will offer this thirsty handsome stranger a drink?
*He puts his arms on the two patrons shoulder look at them with a huge grin.*
Patron: How about you off and go bother someone else?
*The patron stands up and pushes Frank arm away*
*Frank laughs a little and takes the man’s seat and turn to the second patron*
Frank: How about you old chum?
Patron 2: Sure, anything to mess with my dumbass of a brother.
*The first patron looks resigned at his brother and go sit somewhere else*
Patron 2: Sorry for his manners he’s merely but a kid in his head, so what do you drink?
Patron: I HEARD THAT! *You can hear the patron shout from the back of the bar*
Frank: The strongest thing they have. Anyway where are you two heading?
Patron 2: Oh we are going in Colorado to meet some business friends.
Frank: Business friends huh, what kind of business?
Patron 2: I can’t really tell you right now but if you got nowhere to go and nothing to do you could come along, I’m sure you’ll find something to do down there.
Frank: Well now you’re talking! Barman! Give a drink of their choice to these two fine gentlemen. We have a long road ahead of us!
Frank’s childhood wasn’t the shiniest neither the dirtiest. He was raised by his mother in the Malamute Saloon in Redding. He grew up with the drunkards and the working girls. He never met his father but his mother told him he was a NCR Staff Sergeant. Frank saw the dirty side of life pretty early. He saw people kill others over poker games and young girls sell their bodies to afford some jet or some psycho. When he came of age he became the errand boy of the saloon. It was a pretty lame job but he preferred delivering stuff instead of mining like most people in this dusty town. He dreamt of more for his life, he was ambitious and had desires of glory and fortune; like most young people in the Wastes it seems. His mother didn’t really know what to do with her teenage son who dreamt to become some kind of hero. One day, Sullivan (the owner of the saloon) sent him to deliver a crate of alcohol to some NCR troops camping just outside town. Frank went and was in pure awe. He stayed up all night with the NCR troopers listening to their tales of the war against the Enclave and how they we’re crushing the Great Khans. The young 18 year old Frank knew this was the kind of life he wanted to live. That very night he enlisted and left the following morning without telling anyone.
It was 2260 and it was the first time Frank really felt free of his whole life. He learned everything a trooper had to know to survive in the barren wastelands. He went through months of training and patrolling and finally was integrated to a squad as engineer. He was put in charge of the radio and became extremely good with wiring and communication devices. He loved everything about the job; the uniform, his squad, the patrols and obviously the feeling of doing something right. He wasn’t much of a fighter but was more than happy of doing his part in the war against the raiders’ gang.
They’d been chasing raiders across California for 3 years and yet they never were able to find one of their main hideouts. Until one day, Frank was playing with a ham radio and caught a lucky signal. Some raiders were requesting help from other raiding parties at a precise location described as a massive raider camp. Frank’s unit along with artillery specialist were sent to evaluate the situation. When they arrived they realised that this wasn’t not outpost, it was a whole god damn town. After reporting their discovery to their superiors, they were ordered to use napalm shells to burn down the whole camp. So they did. Fire rained from the sky devouring flesh and bones. The squad stood there and watched the purge of a bandit camp. They could hear the screams and see the flames dance to this horrifying music. After hours that seemed like years, they finally went in to make sure they got every last one of these killers. The thing they saw was far from what they expected. They saw burnt men and women armed to teeth but they also found detention blocks. Hundreds of cells filled with the burnt corpses of child and adults chained up like animals. When contacting the commander about it, they were told to keep their mouth shut and come back to base. Frank looked at all those innocents who died because of them and realized he was no hero.
While the other troopers of his squad tried to loot what was left buried in ashes, Frank ran. He took as much as he could and ran as far as he could from the hell he and his companions had created. He knew he would be considered a deserter and probably sent to death if the NCR ever caught him but he didn’t give a . So he ran, for days, for weeks until he couldn’t run anymore. He fell to his knees and passed out. When he woke up he was inside what seemed to be a shed. An old woman told him to keep quiet and drink. He drank as much as his burnt and parched mouth could handle. The old lady told him they found him lying on the ground mumbling insanities while burning in the sun. She tried to reassure him by telling him he was safe in this settlement and that whatever he was running from wouldn’t find him here. He tried to smile and fell back to sleep.
The little community had welcomed him as one of theirs. Having nowhere to go he decided to settle down and help as much as he could to repay them the debt of his own life. He worked the little gardens they had; he went to hunt nearby creatures threatening his fellow settlers and even helped build a new radio tower for the little town. He made himself a place within the community and beside a young lady. She was the niece of the old woman who had saved him. A beautiful girl with eyes of jade and red hair. Her name was Eve Maguire. They both grew fond of each other’s and finally became a family. They never had a wedding or anything but she still took his name and became Eve Weston. After 3 years of common life, Eve became pregnant. Frank was then 26 and the happiest man in the wastelands. She gave birth in 2266 to a beautiful little girl who seemed to be her exact copy. She was named after Frank’s mother; Annie. So the Weston family lived happily for 6 wonderful years, until a ghost came back from the past.
Frank was listening to the radio waves of around the settlement and caught something he never expected around here, a NCR signal. It seemed like a party was coming to recruit new soldiers and meet a certain engineer in the settlement. He heard one of the troopers sign off «Corporal Liam Weaver out. » Frank knew the corporal. He was one of his old squad mates. If he ever put a foot in here to talk to the ‘’engineer’’ being Frank, he would be executed for sure. He couldn’t risk having the settlement involved into his mistakes and certainly not his own love and daughter. Frank knew the only thing he could do to protect everyone he cared for was to leave them behind. He wrote letters to his wife and for his daughter for when she would grow up. He picked up a picture of them, a handgun and some other necessities. He woke up in the middle of the night and left the letters on his pillow. He caressed Eve’s hair for the last time and kissed goodbye to his young daughter. He went to the door and took a last look at his sleeping family and whispered «I’m sorry…».
Frank knew he would probably never see his family ever again for their best interest. He once knew Weaver and knew the only thing he hated more than raiders we’re traitors. The only thing to do was to disappear and kill Frank Weston. So he did, he his hair long and changed his name to Frank Waters. Once a confident and handsome man he was now but his own shadow. He looked nothing like the little boy who had deserted the horrors of war years ago. The only thing he kept from his past was the picture of his family. He started smoking and drinking and wandered from settlements to settlements doing the minimum to survive. He went around for 12 long years like this. Broadcasting music and trading stories with other people over his radio.
It was now 2284, Frank was now 42 year old and tired of running. His legs ached way more than his soul nowadays. He had gone through 4 states and was probably out of range of anyone who could identify him. He met two guys in a bar who were heading to Colorado, with nothing to lose or to do; Frank decided he’d make one last stop down there.
Dexavara? As in Retrofuture and Revs launch of the Vault?
Wat
Also, you're accepted.
Not only because of a great app, but because you're Dexavara. Welcome and we look forward to seeing you on release!
Wow, thanks :') I think I might apply for builder to give you all a hand also. Anyway I'm touched to see people still remember me :3
Thanks :3
(P.S., please excuse our use of the default texture pack, our resource pack is still in development and not completely finished)
I would say we're probably 80% done with Denver. Don't be discouraged though, Denver is honestly probably the bulk of the build. We have to build a few other smaller locations and then MUCH smaller towns/cities.
Indeed it is haha