James Wilson
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The smell of coffee was in the air. I emerged, bleary eyed and groggy, from my room. I barely knew who or where I was, I just knew that the smell was promising coffee from somewhere. It got stronger as I stumbled through the haze and fog clouding up my mind until the smell was right in front of me. My eyes opened just enough to register the steaming cup of wondrous brown liquid in front of my face. "Morning, sunshine," Arcade's voice echoed from somewhere. "I thought that might wake you up. Barry…
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After an exceedingly long drive, I finally pulled the deuce and a half up to the front gates of Jacobstown. For all the power I'd managed to squeeze out of that 200 horsepower engine, it was still hauling a two and half ton truck (plus, there was that half-ton of muscle in the back weighing it down...), so that steep, twisting mountain road was a bit of a struggle. The brakes squeaked and the whole cab shifted forward slightly, but I managed to stop the truck just in time to see a super mutant in a ghillie…
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I just wanted to sleep. I wanted to sleep for a billion years until everything just went away and left me alone forever. Unfortunately, there were several factors keeping me from doing exactly that. First and most important: I had way too much to do. I had to get back to the Lucky 38, for a start. And I had to recover my car, too, that was kind of important. Probably. Second and more immediately pressing: my rifle was digging into my back like a Come on. Get up. Any time now, that would be fantastic.…
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A distant explosion - muffled by who knows how many layers of rock and concrete – rocked the chamber. The ground shook under my feet, and the displaced dust and rock from the ceiling fell down in clumps so thick, they could've been waterfalls. Klaxons bellowed from the speakers, and flashing yellow hazard lights lit up along the walls, one by one. Without a word, Ulysses leapt from his spot next to me, vaulting over the stairs entirely, and landed like a cat next to my discarded helmet. In one fluid…
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I braced myself as the massive silo doors slowly slid open; showers of sparks went flying from the sides as metal ground against metal. I had no idea what was waiting for me inside, but I'll be damned if it was going to catch me off guard. My fingers gripped the G36 in my hands tightly, and I scanned the interior only to find... Nothing. "Hmph," I grumbled under my breath, stepping over the threshold cautiously. "I thought for sure Ulysses might have set a trap or something..." "Well, ED-E did say he…
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I gave the door a gentle shove. The wind must have caught it or something, because it flew open, depositing several handfuls of displaced ash into the air, and hit the opposite wall with a loud crash. I walked through the open door to try and get my bearings: I was now outside, obviously, on the partially destroyed section of a building half buried in the cliff face. The walls and ceiling had been ripped away, revealing me to be much closer to the gigantic tower at the end of the crevasse. Pipes, girders,…
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"Damn..." I grumbled, looking straight up. "Not gonna get up that way..." I'd been trying to get to the tower at the far end of the canyon, and right now it seemed like I was stuck. A gigantic collapsed building was blocking my path from one end of the canyon to the other. Even on its side, it must have been several stories high. The parts of the wall that weren't completely vertical were angled so steeply that even if I "You know, I think ED-E might have a point." I said, moving away from the…
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"Hopeville..." Ulysses voice growled out of ED-E's speaker. "High Road... Ashton... Tiny cracks in the earth. Nothing compared to the road carved ahead. Before you now is the edge of The Divide. Ahead... lies "You know, I'm gettin' really sick and tired of this," I sighed, folding my arms across my chest. I scowled, but he couldn't really see behind the helmet. "You keep hijacking my friend like this and using him to preach at me – you're as bad as Elijah!" I advanced on the eyebot and jabbed my finger…
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The blast door moved another few inches, grinding against the frame. It was deformed slightly underneath the grip of my cybernetic fingers, and the surface was still blistering hot. At least, I I know that doesn't seem all that important, but I had to do I gave the door another shove, and it opened wide enough for ED-E to float through. I could hear the sound of a klaxon ringing from somewhere inside, along with some other indistinct sounds. Beyond was darkness... and it was probably going to lead deep…
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FUCK! How could this have happened?! Running for my life from who the fuck knows how many toothy, scaly, snarling murder machines hot on my heels! Definitely don't want to be here! And things had been so quiet fifteen minutes ago... After my brush with the deathclaw, I managed to reach the end of the High Road without any further incident. At any rate, I didn't run into anything else trying to kill me. It wasn't The refuge I eventually found barely qualified as shelter at all: just a campfire, a…
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