I’ve always been fascinated by the post apocalyptic scenario and I recently got a nostalgia boner from seeing an old Fallout 3 video. There have been a lot of ideas floating around my head for a Choice Game but this one has stuck out the most. This game will probably draw heavily from Fallout lore and because of that, I have a few concerns:
- Is it legal?
- Who would be interested?
I accept all types of criticism, good or bad, constructive or destructive, because in the end I have the final say so get off my d. Loljk
I have an intro (subject to change) already as you being part of a small 3 man Brahmin caravan:
With every step sharp pain shoots up your leg. This pain has been ceasless for the past half hour, and the sun amongst the cloudless sky beating down on your back doesn’t help. You pause for a moment and with your left hand you take off your cowboy hat and wipe the sweat accumulating on your temple with your forearm.
The same images have plagued you since this morning. Vultures dance above in an infinite ellipses. Ants in the distance turn into boulders and cacti the size of 3 men every five minutes in an endless cycle. Shara’s scarlet hair bobs in a pony tail in front of you, and occasionally you catch a glimpse of the brahmin’s tail sweep in an arc to catch unwary flies appear from her sides, only to disappear moments later as the fly massacre has been completed. You swear the image of the white “7” in a sea of faded blue from Scarlet’s back will never escape the clutches of your memory. Sometimes you just stare at her ass, but whenever you start to enjoy it, she seems to catch on and turns her head to check up on you, so you repeat the same maneuver and act like nothing happened. She may have winked at you that time.
You feel something moist in your shoes and request the caravan to halt for a few moments. You decide that you cant deal with the pain any longer so you slowly take off your shoddy hiking boots retrieved from your father before he was brutally murdered by super mutants long ago.
‘Rusty’, clad in farmer’s overalls bulging with a spare tire, lets out an exasperated groan as he stops the Brahmin.
“What now?” He said with an obvious annoyed tone to his voice as he propped his Chinese assault rifle on his right shoulder.
“I think my feet are bleeding,” You reply with a forceful tone.
“Quit being an ass and let him rest for a bit Rusty,” Shara announced. You were surprised at her sudden exclamation as she hasn’t said a word since she volunteered for this trip back at the bar.
Rusty curses under his breath. He seems to be afraid of Shara.
“Do you have any water left in your canteen?” Shara states with a neutral tone.
You shake your head.
Rusty lets out another groan.
“I knew it was a bad idea to bring this kid along, he can’t even conserve water.”
“You can have some of mine,” Shara says, ignoring rusty, as she tosses you her canteen.
It arcs through the air and it catches you off guard, luckily you were able to catch it below your waist. You were too busy picturing Rusty faling into a radioactive pit of waste.
The water tastes dirty but your parched throat feels rejuvenated as the liquid slid down. You made sure only to take a small sip because her canteen is only a quarter full.
You screwed the cap back on and quietly thank Shara for her gesture as you passed the canteen back, not nearly as perfect as her toss.
You return your attention to your aching feet. You undo the double knot while the wind howls in your ear. You feel as though your feet were covered in pissed off bees as you slowly take your shoes off. Your suspicions were confirmed by the sight that soon followed. Fresh blisters pepper your feet, a majority of them bleeding.
“Boo hoo,” Rusty said with a childish tone, staring at your feet, “is little ol’ caravan guard going to-”
Rusty’s sentence is cut short by the sound of a .38 hunting rifle off in the distance. The bullet strikes Rusty in the neck, and in an instant Shara calls out to me to get down. You don’t even have enough time to get your shoes on as you dive for the nearest rock that can provide cover. The pain in your feet is unbearable as sand fills the open wounds.
You peek over the rock and see a raider with a hockey mask scanning in your direction. As he gaze sweeps in your direction, he takes a shot and the bullet chips at the rock. You feel grains pellet your skin.
Behind you hear a whisper, coming from Shara. It’s almost impossible to hear over the instant gurgling coming from Rusty’s body. She seems to be motioning for you to get up.
Could she mean for you to distract the raider? The idea sounds absurd but it can’t seem to get any worse than this situation. You mouthed a ‘are you crazy?’ In response.
‘Just do it,’ You see her lips form.
With YOLO in mind, you jump out from behind the rock as you dash for some more cover. out of the corner of your eye you see the raider swing his gun in your direction.
“STRIP THE FLESH! SALT THE WOUND!” The raider screams with a crazed passion.
He fires two bullets at you, both missing, and before he can unleash a third, a gunshot rings out from behind you.
And that’s what I have so far. So whaddya guys think? I’m obviously going to add some decisions there like actually shooting at the raider yourself.
I plan on using the stat system from Fallout New Vegas along with a similar method for initial stats, you guys know, the psychologist test thingy in the beginning?