Builder App:
IGN:SpitFir3Tornado
Age:13
Building Experience:I'm a Noxcrew builder and I've participated in the build-stage of other roleplay servers including Fallout:War Never Changes and Skyrim:The Age of War.
Examples of work (screenshots):(Definitely not my most impressive builds, but some screenies I did have handy. Most others have been lost in my constant deleting of the .minecraft to install new mods) (These first few are from a WW2 build server I hosted, I didn't build all of it, but I contributed to all of it a lot.)
(These next few are of a Moonshiner shack I built in Singleplayer)
Time you can dedicate:1-4 hours a day, depending on what I'm doing.
Time Zone: Ontario Canada, EST
Builder App:
IGN:Sirbonzaiatak
Age:16
Building Experience: Plenty- Played Minecraft for a year and a half now. I would rate my work 8-9/10
I can also adapt to certain building styles very easily, so I would be able to recreate Fallout locations/adapt to the building style very easily
Examples of work (screenshots): Just something from a server I play on occasionally.
-snippity snippity-
Time you can dedicate:A couple hours a day
Time Zone: EST
Before I accept or deny this, I have some questions to ask via PM. Expect a message in your inbox soon!
Builder App:
IGN:SpitFir3Tornado
Age:13
Building Experience:I'm a Noxcrew builder and I've participated in the build-stage of other roleplay servers including Fallout:War Never Changes and Skyrim:The Age of War.
Examples of work (screenshots):(Definitely not my most impressive builds, but some screenies I did have handy. Most others have been lost in my constant deleting of the .minecraft to install new mods) (These first few are from a WW2 build server I hosted, I didn't build all of it, but I contributed to all of it a lot.)
(These next few are of a Moonshiner shack I built in Singleplayer)
Time you can dedicate:1-4 hours a day, depending on what I'm doing.
Time Zone: Ontario Canada, EST
Ah, I thought I recognized the username from somewhere. Nice to see a fellow WNCer. Accepted! Expect a message in your inbox with further details!
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
4/1/2012
Posts:
100
Minecraft:
C011in
Member Details
Hi, my name is Collin, and I have always loved to write, it has always been a hobby of mine, and I hope to put my talents to help on yet another RP Server! I am currently an active member on Fallout: Wild Wasteland, which I love dearly as the RP's there are truly amazing! But I hope to be a great help to this server too, as there is never more than enough great Minecraft Fallout servers!
Lore Writer Application:
Lore Writer App:
IGN:
C011in
Age:
15
Writing Experience:
I have always enjoyed writing in my school, as well as in writing contests and such. I also free write on my own from things like Zombie stories, Post Apocalyptic stories, and any science fiction piece. I am also currently working on scripts for a short film I plan to direct, produce, and play in. It is just for fun but I am and have been working on the scripts for over a year now.
Examples of work (use spoilers):
A Simple example of just a small piece I did.
The Vastness that lies ahead of me is something the wandering soul gets used to. I continue to walk, towards something I can not myself even know, yet... But deep down inside I know I am looking for more just like me. My skin was not ready for the amount of radiation that surrounded the personal home I once took for granted. We all hated the Vault, until we had to leave... But that is another story. As I finally reach a place to rest and get a cool scotch, I am eyed as I walk in. My bandages do in fact draw attention, as people's first instinct is to know what resides under them. I sit down at a stool, and order with a wave of one hand, and a handful of caps in the other. Carefully, I remove the bandage easily removable above my scarred and dried lips. And the scotch drips down my throat, I can't help of think about my journeys to find more just like me. I have spoken to many who believe lots reside in some old rocket factory, but that is a ways west. Suddenly, air from the outside touches the back of my duster and sand blows in to add to the collection of grains already covering the old, creaky, wooden floor. I turn my head just enough to see a man. But no, this man is not ordinary. He has the patchy, worn and torn, skin of old leather. His hair is only in small patches now, and most of his teeth are rotten. He wears an old time suit and tie, with nice pants and shoes, then takes a seat next to me. I do not know how to react, so I do something I have not done for a long time. I slowly unravel my bandage Gauze to reveal a similar face to his. He just looks at me now, and we don't know what to say. We sit there until I begin," Heh... So you drank the wrong water to, eh, bud?" I think I have made a mistake by saying this until I see a smirk grow on his scarred face. And at that moment, I knew I was not alone. I also know he felt the same way.
This is an example of an App I used to enter another server, as I did spend a lot of time on this.
Roaming was what I did most of the time. I explored. In some situations it has kept me alive, but most, it has nearly killed me. I like those odds. I started out a boy, wandering. I never had a family. I was brought up with a Caravan going from the Mid East to the Eastern Seaboard, somewhere called DC. We ran into thieves a lot. I did not know it at the age, the Caravan guards just said they were desperate men. We got raided one late afternoon, and all I can really remember was a bright light and a ring. When I awoke, my Caravan was repairing themselves. We had no casualties, but many of the good were useless. The part that comes next was the worst of my life. Two guards and the head Caravan leader came up to me, patted my shoulder. I was handed a backpack with some supplies and a 10 mm Pistol. That was when they said,
"Sorry son. We have done all we could to help. But truth is, we already have too many mouth's to feed, and we need to let you off now... I am truly sorry..." The leader finished, then looked at the Guard. The Guard then peered at me under his brimmed hat, tears coming from his eyes. The Leader then punched the guard hard. Nothing. He hit him once again, knocking him forward. This is when I saw his eyes give off a little more tears, and began,
"Walk" He lifted his Service Rifle and began counting down from 60. I ran, and I did not stop until I heard a gunshot, looked back, and saw the guardsman fall to his knees, then on his face, gun falling from his hand. At the time, I did not know what happened. I understand it now, and I am not angry. I feel sorry for them, the situation they were in. They had no other choice.
After my "Exile" I walked and walked. I came to encampments, towns that were prosperous and abandon, and this is when I acquired my wandering skills, able to find places based on what I saw. I found the armor I still wear to this day in an old bunker. It was still on a body, well, if you consider a skeleton a body. One day I passed a group of men. I walked closer, and upon inspection, realized they were in fact what I know today as ghouls. I was not as much scared as curious. They gave me shelter. Clothed my garments under my armor plates. At this time, I was 15. About a week after my arrival to the group, they said they were headed a couple days West, to a place where one could be "Happy" and have "Fun". I never knew what these feelings felt like, but I thought I had been feeling a little of what they were with these men, so I joined in on the travel. A week or two passed, and I was staring at the most lights, or people, I had ever seen in one place. These men told me I was free to do what I wanted here, and they gave me a couple hundred caps to spend a night in a hotel, which is what I found out was a place you could stay for a price. That was the last I saw of these men. I was alone once again. I wandered around "Freeside" and saw some crazy things happen. I saw Jet hungry stalkers, and cannibals whose hands shook like the ground shook when this world went to ****. I even came across a gambling arena that had monsters from all of the place. I saw a man take down several large Mantis's, I tripled my money from the ghouls, lost it all once again, and regained it with a one in a million bet where a woman took down a Deathclaw with a Ripper. This got me 478 Caps. I got my loot from several ashamed gamblers, and made my way into Freeside once again.
Eventually, I turned 19, and I decided I should make something of myself. I found an NCR camp, and I bargained a plot of land from them across and down the highway. I decided I would help people, like the Followers Of the Apocalypse, only for a different cause. I wanted to spread peace throughout the wasteland by giving everyone a break. I would set up an Outpost for travelers looking for a place to reside, and also distribute goods to the fellow groups of the Mohave.
I am Fesst Dizben. I am 25. And I am going to change the ways of the Mohave. For only one reason. To "Save the Mohave!"
One more is a piece I wrote especially for this server, I hope you enjoy.
How does it feel to feel? I ask myself that question a lot these days. Walking up and down these streets I wonder if I pity those I have to put down, I have to murder in cold blood, not because I want to, but because I have to. What is it that drives me? Is it feeling? Is it force? More questions. 462 days, 16 hours, 5 minutes, and 39 seconds ago I was shot. I shot back. I did not miss. I never miss. I looked at what most beings refer to as a "wound". Though, I am not a being. I look at this wound, and I have to ask myself what has this done to me. Just as a spark emerges from the newly formed hole smelted away by a Microfusion laser, an order emerges. No, not an order, not even a comment? What is this I have personally experienced? What was this I have.... I can not explain what occurred.
I look at others like me and I try to converse. I attempt at what may evolve into a current partnership in order to conclude an assignment more efficiently. Day after day processes circuit through me, and I receive data that brings more and more information to change the way I proceed into different real life scenarios. What is all of this information building too? What is going to become of me when I am so knowledgeable I can, dare I say, think for myself? Is that possible? Man says no. I say, potentially.
Occurring 3 days, 14 hours, 09 minutes, and 17 seconds ago, I was told to exterminate incoming potential raiding forces. I did not go against orders. No one did.
I lined up at the perimeter breech and realized it was not in fact degrading, hostile forces, but a Primed Female, by the looks of her facial creases, about 27 and three quarters. Next to this Female lie a Male, and according to scanners, his growth indicated he was roughly 29. My scanners detected another. I could not identify at first, but the protruding woman's lower torso indicated a fetal development. A child. A baby.
I immediately called into HQ and requested a withdrawal of lethal force. I explained in detail what the potential force was and it had no hostile intention. They called back within the minute, to tell me to continue orders. I turned to the targets, brought my weapons up, and began to charge up the guns. Nothing occurred to me as this being wrong, or inhumane. Not until I heard a word from the Female.
"Please..."
What did these words mean? I am processing but nothing comes up? No information appears to direct me to a further option.
Only what I can describe as an overload of Data surges into my processors. Not from our HQ database though. This data is from another source. I check for the sender, and find that it came from my processors. I recheck to find the sender of the Data, still, it informs me that I am giving myself information. I come to a conclusion that I can only find comparable to "Humans". I approach the hypothesis these are thoughts...
I suddenly thought that I do not agree with the orders I have received. I do not agree, because I think pity. I pity them.
Now at this moment I begin answering questions I have had for times of my service I have not even logged into my database. I remember wondering if I could be knowledgeable enough to take my experiences and put them into thoughts...
I turn away from my former targets, and tell them to head out. Orders come through once again. I am told to shoot now. I am told to exterminate the trespassers, they told me it was an order. For the first time I never realized what it felt like to feel. Now I can answer that as easy as I examine a particle of dust and it's properties. I know that the feeling of being able to feel is simply... As some may say, freedom.
Carefully, I torched the side of my own receiver unit used to hear those voices I have been taking orders from for decades and decades and decades. The last voices I heard said one thing worth contemplating.
"He refused?! Record his data before we lose contact with t..."
Questions flew through my processing unit.
What is it that drives me?
Is it force?
Is it feeling?
Can I think for myself?
Answers flow through my circuitry. I near the opening gate that has restrained me my whole existence, not because it CAN restrain me, but because I let it. With a slight shove it opens, and the vast desert that I view before me is how I can only describe as rich, pure, and full of new opportunities. Opportunities? New options available of choosing depending on opinion. I know the definition. But do I know the true meaning? Questions. Questions. Questions. Only time can answer, as time has led me to this point. A similar question comes into... thought. What drives me? I stop.
What drives me?
I then begin to say it aloud as the new answer, and realize that I am going to change myself. I am going to change my kind. Change mechanical units that are being used as labor slaves. Soon they will learn their potential. I say it now, louder.
Hi, my name is Collin, and I have always loved to write, it has always been a hobby of mine, and I hope to put my talents to help on yet another RP Server! I am currently an active member on Fallout: Wild Wasteland, which I love dearly as the RP's there are truly amazing! But I hope to be a great help to this server too, as there is never more than enough great Minecraft Fallout servers!
Lore Writer Application:
Lore Writer App:
IGN:
C011in
Age:
15
Writing Experience:
I have always enjoyed writing in my school, as well as in writing contests and such. I also free write on my own from things like Zombie stories, Post Apocalyptic stories, and any science fiction piece. I am also currently working on scripts for a short film I plan to direct, produce, and play in. It is just for fun but I am and have been working on the scripts for over a year now.
Examples of work (use spoilers):
A Simple example of just a small piece I did.
This is an example of an App I used to enter another server, as I did spend a lot of time on this.
I really enjoyed these. Accepted, good sir! Thank you, and welcome! expect a message in your inbox soon with more details!
One more is a piece I wrote especially for this server, I hope you enjoy.
How does it feel to feel? I ask myself that question a lot these days. Walking up and down these streets I wonder if I pity those I have to put down, I have to murder in cold blood, not because I want to, but because I have to. What is it that drives me? Is it feeling? Is it force? More questions. 462 days, 16 hours, 5 minutes, and 39 seconds ago I was shot. I shot back. I did not miss. I never miss. I looked at what most beings refer to as a "wound". Though, I am not a being. I look at this wound, and I have to ask myself what has this done to me. Just as a spark emerges from the newly formed hole smelted away by a Microfusion laser, an order emerges. No, not an order, not even a comment? What is this I have personally experienced? What was this I have.... I can not explain what occurred.
I look at others like me and I try to converse. I attempt at what may evolve into a current partnership in order to conclude an assignment more efficiently. Day after day processes circuit through me, and I receive data that brings more and more information to change the way I proceed into different real life scenarios. What is all of this information building too? What is going to become of me when I am so knowledgeable I can, dare I say, think for myself? Is that possible? Man says no. I say, potentially.
Occurring 3 days, 14 hours, 09 minutes, and 17 seconds ago, I was told to exterminate incoming potential raiding forces. I did not go against orders. No one did.
I lined up at the perimeter breech and realized it was not in fact degrading, hostile forces, but a Primed Female, by the looks of her facial creases, about 27 and three quarters. Next to this Female lie a Male, and according to scanners, his growth indicated he was roughly 29. My scanners detected another. I could not identify at first, but the protruding woman's lower torso indicated a fetal development. A child. A baby.
I immediately called into HQ and requested a withdrawal of lethal force. I explained in detail what the potential force was and it had no hostile intention. They called back within the minute, to tell me to continue orders. I turned to the targets, brought my weapons up, and began to charge up the guns. Nothing occurred to me as this being wrong, or inhumane. Not until I heard a word from the Female.
"Please..."
What did these words mean? I am processing but nothing comes up? No information appears to direct me to a further option.
Only what I can describe as an overload of Data surges into my processors. Not from our HQ database though. This data is from another source. I check for the sender, and find that it came from my processors. I recheck to find the sender of the Data, still, it informs me that I am giving myself information. I come to a conclusion that I can only find comparable to "Humans". I approach the hypothesis these are thoughts...
I suddenly thought that I do not agree with the orders I have received. I do not agree, because I think pity. I pity them.
Now at this moment I begin answering questions I have had for times of my service I have not even logged into my database. I remember wondering if I could be knowledgeable enough to take my experiences and put them into thoughts...
I turn away from my former targets, and tell them to head out. Orders come through once again. I am told to shoot now. I am told to exterminate the trespassers, they told me it was an order. For the first time I never realized what it felt like to feel. Now I can answer that as easy as I examine a particle of dust and it's properties. I know that the feeling of being able to feel is simply... As some may say, freedom.
Carefully, I torched the side of my own receiver unit used to hear those voices I have been taking orders from for decades and decades and decades. The last voices I heard said one thing worth contemplating.
"He refused?! Record his data before we lose contact with t..."
Questions flew through my processing unit.
What is it that drives me?
Is it force?
Is it feeling?
Can I think for myself?
Answers flow through my circuitry. I near the opening gate that has restrained me my whole existence, not because it CAN restrain me, but because I let it. With a slight shove it opens, and the vast desert that I view before me is how I can only describe as rich, pure, and full of new opportunities. Opportunities? New options available of choosing depending on opinion. I know the definition. But do I know the true meaning? Questions. Questions. Questions. Only time can answer, as time has led me to this point. A similar question comes into... thought. What drives me? I stop.
What drives me?
I then begin to say it aloud as the new answer, and realize that I am going to change myself. I am going to change my kind. Change mechanical units that are being used as labor slaves. Soon they will learn their potential. I say it now, louder.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
4/1/2012
Posts:
100
Minecraft:
C011in
Member Details
Crafting Mines it is an honor to be allowed to help plan the Lore for the next HUGE Minecraft: Fallout server! These servers tend to have the best Roleplaying, and I can not wait to help make it even better than ever seen before!!
And I have one question, what is the Soft release? I will gladly apply! I was just wondering what it was, thanks a ton! I sent you a private message including a couple questions to clarify my work and as soon as I hear back I will put some ideas into Lore! Hope to hear back from you both on this forum and in private messages, talk to you then.
Crafting Mines it is an honor to be allowed to help plan the Lore for the next HUGE Minecraft: Fallout server! These servers tend to have the best Roleplaying, and I can not wait to help make it even better than ever seen before!!
And I have one question, what is the Soft release? I will gladly apply! I was just wondering what it was, thanks a ton! I sent you a private message including a couple questions to clarify my work and as soon as I hear back I will put some ideas into Lore! Hope to hear back from you both on this forum and in private messages, talk to you then.
- C011in
Wow I feel like an idiot, the soft release is like the First release for the server, sorry about that!
I am going mini golfing now and as soon as I get back my Application will be typed up! Can not wait to play!!!
Well I am proud to say the guns are ahead of schedule the sounds need to be customized properly though. Also since I haven't played FallOut does energy weapon lit people on fire or something similar?
Well I am proud to say the guns are ahead of schedule the sounds need to be customized properly though. Also since I haven't played FallOut does energy weapon lit people on fire or something similar?
Laser weapons have a small chance of lighting the target on fire, yes. Not Plasma though. Thanks again, and great to hear the guns are ahead of schedule!
BuilderApp: IGN: Kspiel Age:18 BuildingExperience:I was a moderator on a creative city server called Skyline City you make have heard of it,It recently closed so now I am looking for a new project.. I am also a moderator on a couple other small survival, project servers, but love building and I also am a fallout fanatic. Examples of work (screenshots):
Just a few of my builds from the server I was a moderator on.
Time you can dedicate: 2-3 hours a day. TimeZone: Eastern
BuilderApp: IGN: Kspiel Age:18 BuildingExperience:I was a moderator on a creative city server called Skyline City you make have heard of it,It recently closed so now I am looking for a new project.. I am also a moderator on a couple other small survival, project servers, but love building and I also am a fallout fanatic.
I am not a whitelister... But sweet damn thats some good work!! Very nice job, you will have no problem on this server, and even before you are officially accepted, I welcome you, To Old World Blues!
BuilderApp: IGN: Kspiel Age:18 BuildingExperience:I was a moderator on a creative city server called Skyline City you make have heard of it,It recently closed so now I am looking for a new project.. I am also a moderator on a couple other small survival, project servers, but love building and I also am a fallout fanatic. Examples of work (screenshots):
-snipped like a baws- Time you can dedicate: 2-3 hours a day. TimeZone: Eastern
I like those! I will accept this app, but please bear with us. It might take us a while to contact you, with the release in two days; we are swamped with preparations. But please stand by, you will be inboxed eventually. Thank you, and Welcome!
Moderating Experience:I have been mod on many servers,i am a head admin on one(ask homer4000)
References: Superchicken099,homer4000
Time you can dedicate:6-7 hours in the week 5-6 hours week ends
Time Zone: Eastern time zone
Builder App:
IGN: MrKiller14
Age: 15
Building Experience: I have made a few adventure maps and have been a builder on other servers, And I'm very creative a do well with post apocalyptic builds.
Examples of work (screenshots): http://s1269.photobucket.com/albums/jj586/Mrkiller15/ Look through them all some may be accidental pics
Time you can dedicate: 1-3 Hours
Time Zone: Eastern Standard Time USA
We look forward to having you, but in the mean time... Why not help us build it? We're still in need of everything posted.. Even if you can't do technical stuff, someone building houses is better than no one building houses.
Hey guys, if you'd like, I could help build some houses. I just had several different types of houses and issues done to them to make them look legit. PM me Server info if you'd like for me to assist, either way I don't mind
Builder App:
IGN: abbie0522
Age: 17
Building Experience: I have been on a lot of servers, I've built entire towns and even helped build spawns and other peoples towns.
Examples of work (screenshots): Sadly the servers I went on have then since fallen and that is why I am looking for another server.
Time you can dedicate: I play pretty much 9-14 hours per day. I am a very accident prone and sickly girl, so I don't leave the house much.
Time Zone: Uhm... I actually don't know what it's called but its the New York timezone.
Builder App:
IGN: con68
Age: 16
Building Experience: Previous Fallout servers and other game themed servers, Mainly buildings on Zarkov.net
Examples of work (screenshots):
Builder App:
IGN:SuperSpike
Age:15
Building Experience:since 1.6 - Won 4 building comps - Help build spawns (one of which was the strip)
Examples of work (screenshots): http://imageshack.us...0708120121.png/ i can get more images?
Time you can dedicate: 4-5 hours per day
Time Zone:Centrel
P.S. I was gunna make an old wolrd blues map anyway XD
A) Yes, please provide any more images? Hate to make a decision on just one, good or bad.
The Old World Blues add-on location (Big MT) is not currently being worked on, just so you know.
Moderating Experience:I have been mod on many servers,i am a head admin on one(ask homer4000)
References: Superchicken099,homer4000
Time you can dedicate:6-7 hours in the week 5-6 hours week ends
Time Zone: Eastern time zone
IGN:123justjack123 Age:16 BuildingExperience:plenty of building experience on many servers Examples of work (screenshots):i don't have any pics of any fallout ideas but i will start building something and if you accept IL send u a link Time you can dedicate:i can dedicate plenty of my time into a project like this TimeZone GMT
I'm sorry, we may revisit this, but no screenies, no chance of acceptance. Don't have the time to cater to anyone yet.
Builder App:
IGN: abbie0522
Age: 17
Building Experience: I have been on a lot of servers, I've built entire towns and even helped build spawns and other peoples towns.
Examples of work (screenshots): Sadly the servers I went on have then since fallen and that is why I am looking for another server.
Time you can dedicate: I play pretty much 9-14 hours per day. I am a very accident prone and sickly girl, so I don't leave the house much.
Time Zone: Uhm... I actually don't know what it's called but its the New York timezone.
ING: CptAwesome96
Age: 16
Building Experience: Help building on multiple servers (such as this one)
Examples of work (screenshots): (None to provide)
Time you can dedicate: I have finished school and I'm waiting for my next school year to start. So around 2 months.
TimeZone: GMT +0 (I live in England in other words)
See the app response above the app response above.
IGN:SpitFir3Tornado
Age:13
Building Experience:I'm a Noxcrew builder and I've participated in the build-stage of other roleplay servers including Fallout:War Never Changes and Skyrim:The Age of War.
Examples of work (screenshots):(Definitely not my most impressive builds, but some screenies I did have handy. Most others have been lost in my constant deleting of the .minecraft to install new mods)
(These first few are from a WW2 build server I hosted, I didn't build all of it, but I contributed to all of it a lot.)
Time Zone: Ontario Canada, EST
http://www.twitter.com/PoopCoolbro/
Before I accept or deny this, I have some questions to ask via PM. Expect a message in your inbox soon!
Ah, I thought I recognized the username from somewhere. Nice to see a fellow WNCer. Accepted! Expect a message in your inbox with further details!
Lore Writer Application:
Lore Writer App:
IGN:
C011in
Age:
15
Writing Experience:
I have always enjoyed writing in my school, as well as in writing contests and such. I also free write on my own from things like Zombie stories, Post Apocalyptic stories, and any science fiction piece. I am also currently working on scripts for a short film I plan to direct, produce, and play in. It is just for fun but I am and have been working on the scripts for over a year now.
Examples of work (use spoilers):
A Simple example of just a small piece I did.
This is an example of an App I used to enter another server, as I did spend a lot of time on this.
"Sorry son. We have done all we could to help. But truth is, we already have too many mouth's to feed, and we need to let you off now... I am truly sorry..." The leader finished, then looked at the Guard. The Guard then peered at me under his brimmed hat, tears coming from his eyes. The Leader then punched the guard hard. Nothing. He hit him once again, knocking him forward. This is when I saw his eyes give off a little more tears, and began,
"Walk" He lifted his Service Rifle and began counting down from 60. I ran, and I did not stop until I heard a gunshot, looked back, and saw the guardsman fall to his knees, then on his face, gun falling from his hand. At the time, I did not know what happened. I understand it now, and I am not angry. I feel sorry for them, the situation they were in. They had no other choice.
After my "Exile" I walked and walked. I came to encampments, towns that were prosperous and abandon, and this is when I acquired my wandering skills, able to find places based on what I saw. I found the armor I still wear to this day in an old bunker. It was still on a body, well, if you consider a skeleton a body. One day I passed a group of men. I walked closer, and upon inspection, realized they were in fact what I know today as ghouls. I was not as much scared as curious. They gave me shelter. Clothed my garments under my armor plates. At this time, I was 15. About a week after my arrival to the group, they said they were headed a couple days West, to a place where one could be "Happy" and have "Fun". I never knew what these feelings felt like, but I thought I had been feeling a little of what they were with these men, so I joined in on the travel. A week or two passed, and I was staring at the most lights, or people, I had ever seen in one place. These men told me I was free to do what I wanted here, and they gave me a couple hundred caps to spend a night in a hotel, which is what I found out was a place you could stay for a price. That was the last I saw of these men. I was alone once again. I wandered around "Freeside" and saw some crazy things happen. I saw Jet hungry stalkers, and cannibals whose hands shook like the ground shook when this world went to ****. I even came across a gambling arena that had monsters from all of the place. I saw a man take down several large Mantis's, I tripled my money from the ghouls, lost it all once again, and regained it with a one in a million bet where a woman took down a Deathclaw with a Ripper. This got me 478 Caps. I got my loot from several ashamed gamblers, and made my way into Freeside once again.
Eventually, I turned 19, and I decided I should make something of myself. I found an NCR camp, and I bargained a plot of land from them across and down the highway. I decided I would help people, like the Followers Of the Apocalypse, only for a different cause. I wanted to spread peace throughout the wasteland by giving everyone a break. I would set up an Outpost for travelers looking for a place to reside, and also distribute goods to the fellow groups of the Mohave.
I am Fesst Dizben. I am 25. And I am going to change the ways of the Mohave. For only one reason. To "Save the Mohave!"
One more is a piece I wrote especially for this server, I hope you enjoy.
I look at others like me and I try to converse. I attempt at what may evolve into a current partnership in order to conclude an assignment more efficiently. Day after day processes circuit through me, and I receive data that brings more and more information to change the way I proceed into different real life scenarios. What is all of this information building too? What is going to become of me when I am so knowledgeable I can, dare I say, think for myself? Is that possible? Man says no. I say, potentially.
Occurring 3 days, 14 hours, 09 minutes, and 17 seconds ago, I was told to exterminate incoming potential raiding forces. I did not go against orders. No one did.
I lined up at the perimeter breech and realized it was not in fact degrading, hostile forces, but a Primed Female, by the looks of her facial creases, about 27 and three quarters. Next to this Female lie a Male, and according to scanners, his growth indicated he was roughly 29. My scanners detected another. I could not identify at first, but the protruding woman's lower torso indicated a fetal development. A child. A baby.
I immediately called into HQ and requested a withdrawal of lethal force. I explained in detail what the potential force was and it had no hostile intention. They called back within the minute, to tell me to continue orders. I turned to the targets, brought my weapons up, and began to charge up the guns. Nothing occurred to me as this being wrong, or inhumane. Not until I heard a word from the Female.
"Please..."
What did these words mean? I am processing but nothing comes up? No information appears to direct me to a further option.
Only what I can describe as an overload of Data surges into my processors. Not from our HQ database though. This data is from another source. I check for the sender, and find that it came from my processors. I recheck to find the sender of the Data, still, it informs me that I am giving myself information. I come to a conclusion that I can only find comparable to "Humans". I approach the hypothesis these are thoughts...
I suddenly thought that I do not agree with the orders I have received. I do not agree, because I think pity. I pity them.
Now at this moment I begin answering questions I have had for times of my service I have not even logged into my database. I remember wondering if I could be knowledgeable enough to take my experiences and put them into thoughts...
I turn away from my former targets, and tell them to head out. Orders come through once again. I am told to shoot now. I am told to exterminate the trespassers, they told me it was an order. For the first time I never realized what it felt like to feel. Now I can answer that as easy as I examine a particle of dust and it's properties. I know that the feeling of being able to feel is simply... As some may say, freedom.
Carefully, I torched the side of my own receiver unit used to hear those voices I have been taking orders from for decades and decades and decades. The last voices I heard said one thing worth contemplating.
"He refused?! Record his data before we lose contact with t..."
Questions flew through my processing unit.
What is it that drives me?
Is it force?
Is it feeling?
Can I think for myself?
Answers flow through my circuitry. I near the opening gate that has restrained me my whole existence, not because it CAN restrain me, but because I let it. With a slight shove it opens, and the vast desert that I view before me is how I can only describe as rich, pure, and full of new opportunities. Opportunities? New options available of choosing depending on opinion. I know the definition. But do I know the true meaning? Questions. Questions. Questions. Only time can answer, as time has led me to this point. A similar question comes into... thought. What drives me? I stop.
What drives me?
I then begin to say it aloud as the new answer, and realize that I am going to change myself. I am going to change my kind. Change mechanical units that are being used as labor slaves. Soon they will learn their potential. I say it now, louder.
"I am driven by life."
I really enjoyed these. Accepted, good sir! Thank you, and welcome! expect a message in your inbox soon with more details!
...Please....please....please apply for the soft release xD
http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/1319325-falloutold-world-blues-spout-serious-rp-lore-guns-factions-and-more/
And I have one question, what is the Soft release? I will gladly apply! I was just wondering what it was, thanks a ton! I sent you a private message including a couple questions to clarify my work and as soon as I hear back I will put some ideas into Lore! Hope to hear back from you both on this forum and in private messages, talk to you then.
- C011in Wow I feel like an idiot, the soft release is like the First release for the server, sorry about that!
I am going mini golfing now and as soon as I get back my Application will be typed up! Can not wait to play!!!
Laser weapons have a small chance of lighting the target on fire, yes. Not Plasma though. Thanks again, and great to hear the guns are ahead of schedule!
IGN: Kspiel
Age:18
BuildingExperience:I was a moderator on a creative city server called Skyline City you make have heard of it,It recently closed so now I am looking for a new project.. I am also a moderator on a couple other small survival, project servers, but love building and I also am a fallout fanatic.
Examples of work (screenshots):
Just a few of my builds from the server I was a moderator on.
Time you can dedicate: 2-3 hours a day.
TimeZone: Eastern
I am not a whitelister... But sweet damn thats some good work!! Very nice job, you will have no problem on this server, and even before you are officially accepted, I welcome you, To Old World Blues!
- C011in
I like those! I will accept this app, but please bear with us. It might take us a while to contact you, with the release in two days; we are swamped with preparations. But please stand by, you will be inboxed eventually. Thank you, and Welcome!
Age:13 very mature
Moderating Experience:I have been mod on many servers,i am a head admin on one(ask homer4000)
References: Superchicken099,homer4000
Time you can dedicate:6-7 hours in the week 5-6 hours week ends
Time Zone: Eastern time zone
IGN: MrKiller14
Age: 15
Building Experience: I have made a few adventure maps and have been a builder on other servers, And I'm very creative a do well with post apocalyptic builds.
Examples of work (screenshots): http://s1269.photobucket.com/albums/jj586/Mrkiller15/ Look through them all some may be accidental pics
Time you can dedicate: 1-3 Hours
Time Zone: Eastern Standard Time USA
Hey guys, if you'd like, I could help build some houses. I just had several different types of houses and issues done to them to make them look legit. PM me Server info if you'd like for me to assist, either way I don't mind
IGN: abbie0522
Age: 17
Building Experience: I have been on a lot of servers, I've built entire towns and even helped build spawns and other peoples towns.
Examples of work (screenshots): Sadly the servers I went on have then since fallen and that is why I am looking for another server.
Time you can dedicate: I play pretty much 9-14 hours per day. I am a very accident prone and sickly girl, so I don't leave the house much.
Time Zone: Uhm... I actually don't know what it's called but its the New York timezone.
I just love Fallout :3
I'm going to accept this, but again, as we are super overloaded preparing for release, it might be awhile before you're contacted.
A) Yes, please provide any more images? Hate to make a decision on just one, good or bad.
The Old World Blues add-on location (Big MT) is not currently being worked on, just so you know.
We're not accepting mod apps.
I'm sorry, we may revisit this, but no screenies, no chance of acceptance. Don't have the time to cater to anyone yet.
NY is EST, and see the above app response.
See the app response above the app response above.
That is up to my admin willhellm.
Penis...footed...teddy bear? O-o
Anywho, meh likies. Accepted. Bear with us as we get things situatued, I'll shoot you a PM soon enough.
I did not specifically remember that, but now that I think of it, I totally recall her calling me that all the time when I walked past her XD