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If you prefer audio click the youtube link. https://youtu.be/TIgHy5qJ5dA ​ Fallout: A Different Point of View >Be me >17 year old degenerate >Decide to say fuck homework I'll roleplay instead >Scroll through a fandom forum until I find a Fallout roleplay >New Vegas: Come One Come All! >Decide that this couldn't be too bad >Setting is that the platinum chip was destroyed and Caesar has yet to attack the dam >Cool.jpeg >I decide that maybe this is worth my while >look through character pages >There must have been fifty different BoS chapters because there were lone surviving paladins everywhere >If I hadn't scrolled down I wouldn't have cringed at the metric fuckton amount of NCR Rangers. >They are more numerous than stealth archers >Every so often I'd come across a raider or an edgy "gangster" from the Tops >Eventually I got to the better Character pages >Among them were a few traveling traders >Two Legionaries >A bunch of random civilians >And a very feisty Vault Dweller who HATED non-whites. Remember this guy I'll explain later >I see that no one has yet to make an Enclave character >dickerect.gif >Make the most original character I can, for a Fandom >Character is a thin, male, Robotics Engineer / Spy sent to gain support in the Mojave and find intel on the BoS and NCR. >Mods argue that "ughhhh cmon ughhh the ughh Enclave ughhh is ughh dead ughhh" >I should have stated that all these faggots are probably in Antifa's gay fanclub >GM thinks that I'll be a good addition to the roleplay so he allows it >Bad_Idea.png >They send me the special and skills sheet to fill out. >I take my time thinking about what I want. >Put my specials into intelligence and charisma. >Put my skills into Science, Repair, and Speech. >I see all the other filled out sheets. >All of these BoS edge lords put their specials into Strength and Charisma. >HOW MUCH STRONGER CAN YOU BE IF YOU ARE ALREADY IN POWER ARMOR? >Retarded.pip >All the edgy kids put their skills into sneak, speech, and UNARMED COMBAT. >Power_Armored_Ninja_Kids.bat >Among the edge there are a few of us who aren't absolute tards >But as unlikely as humanly possible, we are the misfits >I decide I'll start off in the northern part of the Mojave. >It’s a hot wasteland that is not hospitable to life. I mark this down because intel. >At this point I get a gift from the heavens >Everyone got something directly from the GM >while walking through the wasteland I come across a slightly damaged protectron >While it has some minor damage, most of its components are intact. >I find out that it is simply out of energy, after a perception check. >Using my science skills, and a roll of 16, I rig an energy pack for my plasma defender to be a battery for the protectron. >I insert it into the robot and and faster than the speed of light a mod says "You gotta roll to see if it works bro." >Fucking cucks. >Roll a 10. >The protectron comes online BUT only one of its arms work. >God dammit. >Proceed to perception check for the problem, don't have to roll because I'm a Robotics Engineer. >"You find that until you get a FUSION CORE, the robot won't be at peak efficiency." >Whatinthefuck.prototype >Decide to say fuck it and begin walking south. >Every so often mods will throw a ghoul or a coyote at me but in all they actually don't fuck with me, at this point >After a half a day’s travel I decide to stop and rest. That is until I'm woken up in the middle of the night by the groaning of a DEATHCLAW. >As soon as I wake up I roll for a perception check, critical success bitch >A young deathclaw has been injured by a big horner it was trying to kill >I make sure to put a sigh of relief into my post >I was about to shoot the Deathclaw and get it over with until I realized it hadn't been a mod that gave me this random encounter, it was the GM >I quickly go through the post again and find that the GM had kinda emphasized that the Deathclaw could not fight back >All other characters would have NO oc reason to not kill this thing. >But my character is apart of the Enclave >Guess which faction has successfully tamed Deathclaws >EvilGrinEngaged.com >I approach the deathclaw, which is laying on its back >Sneak Roll========4 >Fuck >Deathclaw sees me as soon as I move into its eyesight >Thankfully it doesn't make a move on me BUT it does bare its teeth and swipe in my direction. >I look at it and do a perception check on the wounds , 13 >From what I can tell the beast is not mortally wounded but I can't tell how deep the wound is or how long it has been wounded from where i am >The obvious thing to do is get closer right? >Nah fuck dat shit bro >I go back to my bag and start looking through it for a stimpack >I only had the one stimpack so I had to make sure this was worth it >I go back to the Deathclaw and its clawing at the longhorner >Stillpissed.webm >As a person with high intelligence I know that Deathclaws are very smart animals >I do not approach the beast but I make sure it can see the stimpack I have >I motion the stimpack as if I'd be sticking myself with it >Roll for an intelligence check on the Deathclaw >Fucking Critical Success >The creature stops baring its teeth at me and watches without emotion as I motion with the stimpack >I roll to see what happens if I approach it, roll a three >Deathclaw jumps up and almost charges me >Perception check on wounds >17 >Deathclaw falls over in pain >getfucked.gif >I stop approaching the Deathclaw and watch as it sprawls itself on the ground >It writhes in pain for awhile >This is my chance >Do a speed roll >13 >Get really close to the Deathclaw >Stab the stimpack into its back and let the fluids of faith flow >Get away as fast as possible >I do get a small slash on my calf as I run away but nothing to worry about >After a few seconds of the Deathclaw being confused and painless it stands up and looks at me >I roll to see if it attacks, runs away, or stays with me >Roll a 12 >Deathclaw runs off into the night >Wow that was cool, a good waste of a stimpack >I decide to go back to sleep >Walk past Egor, the Protectron, and lay down >Fucking deathclaw ruined my night and almost made me shit myself >At this point the mods are wondering what in the fuck the GM is doing, but it's clear that due to my character being the only "bad guy" I should get special shit >Cool >Everyone's gonna kill me >Wake up the next morning and start hiking, walk past the carcass of the longhorner and get a foul stench in my nostrils >Get a closer look at the dead creature >Something had pissed on the longhorner, to mark its territory. >Very obvious that a Deathclaw was around somewhere. >Do a perception check, 15 >I see a few large footprints but nothing indicating that this wasn't from the night before or what direction the Deathclaw ran off to >I should make it clear now that this roleplay was quote "hardcore" >If you were killed, you were dead. There was no getting resurrected or saved by a miracle >Unless a doctor was on standby to see to a non-fatal wound. You're dead >So fuck that to staying in the wilderness >I made a roll to see if I could find any nearby roads and with success I found a highway to the south east. >And with that highway I found chem-crazed cock blockers. >This time it wasn't a random encounter, it was me walking into another player's random encounter. >In the distance I saw six Fiends standing around a single person, who I couldn't see from my position >Decide I'll get closer to see whats going down >Do a sneak roll >CRITICAL FUCKING FAIL >Egor trips on a rock and makes a loud crashing sound >God dammit you retard >While Egor is getting himself up I pull out my hunting rifle and take pot shots at the fiends that are now sprinting at me >I pop one in the chest before they get too close for long range weapons >Egor is up and shooting with his good hand >I whip out my plasma defender and blast a fiend in the face >gotsomegoo_onyourface.jpg >No more fiends coming from my direction >Turn around and see a fireaxe buried in what would be Egor's chest >Two Fiends are okay.