Let's Play: Fallout 3

[The Argent Lord]

I say west, too. Mutant-fighting sounds unlike her.

[Fenris]

I'm actually a big fan of Lucy being mostly neutral with slightly evil tendencies, as she has now. I don't really want her to turn into a psychotic maniac, Krylo is too talented of a storyteller to use a cliche fully evil character. I am rather enjoying reading her as she is now.

And I think I would enjoy seeing how she, as she is now, handles the super mutants.

[Sir Pinkleton]

Yeah, I vote that she goes North. Maybe she'll spy on the Super mutants to see just what they are? That's what I thought to do when I first played anyway, so it's how I would justify her going there.

[MasterOfMagic]

And I think I would enjoy seeing how she, as she is now, handles the super mutants.

That's what I'm sayin'. its no fun to only have her encounter things she can handle easily.

[Krylo]

Anyway, I actually played through it earlier and am putting together the post.

I am tired as el fucko, though, so it might not be finished until tomorrow.

We went to the cop shop.

Originally Posted by Sir Pinkleton

Yeah, I vote that she goes North. Maybe she'll spy on the Super mutants to see just what they are? That's what I thought to do when I first played anyway, so it's how I would justify her going there.

But that doesn't justify not getting the fuck out as soon as you see one. I did something different for that.

[Sir Pinkleton]

Originally Posted by Krylo

But that doesn't justify not getting the fuck out as soon as you see one. I did something different for that.

Oh, I know. I thought maybe she'd be seen, and then she'd have to fight or die to escape, and it would go from there. I dunno how she would be goaded into actually entering the building, but I figured you'd think of something better then that idea anyway.

[Krylo]

Tested by Fear, Forged in Battle, Quenched in BloodThen again, maybe I should just see what these things are. I'll be better off that way if I run into them in the wild.



I set off toward the North, wondering if this is really such a good idea.

Things weren't looking any better as I moved. The world was still dead, roads and homes cracked and destroyed by nuclear devastation... a complete wasteland. I may never understand why my father left the vault for this.



The most promising thing I've seen so far is a town on the edge of extinction and a bridge that seems to still be standing.



Over a camp with more people... and what looks like a working boat? I almost decide to check on it, but I notice they're dressed just like the ones who tried to murder me on sight earlier. I quickly decide I'd be better off just sneaking away.

The trip through the wasteland drags on, and I almost forget where I'm heading as I travel past the endless death. I'm pulled out of my thoughts as I hear the sound of a growl coming from behind me. I spin around pulling my gun.



Fuck!

I stumble back in surprise, pulling the trigger. I'm certain at least a couple of bullets hit the half decaying dog, but it doesn't slow down.



I backpeddle continuing to fire until first one, and then the other dog lays dead on the ground.



It's starting to get a bit dark now, but I decide that making camp out here would be suicide. I decide to travel forward until I can find some kind of structure to hide in, at least.

A storm is blowing in by the time I find anything, and I have a feeling it's the police station the people back in Big Town were talking about.





The place is fortified all to hell. If I'm lucky it'll be some remnant of the military camping here instead of mutants. Maybe I'll finally find a safe place to stay out in this hell hole.



Shit! What the fuck is tha...

I hear a sound behind me and turn my head before I can finish my thought.



I feel pain as the club smashes into the side of my head.

And then I don't feel anything at all.




Urrrgh...



I let out a groan as I regain consciousness... at least it's dark.

"Hey! You alive over there?" it's a female voice calling from the darkness.



"Urrgh... y.. yeah..." I call back as I pull myself to my feet, glancing around my surroundings. My head's throbbing, and as I reach up I can feel a little blood on the side of my face. I'm alive, though, so it can't be all that bad.

"Good!" She sounds happy, excited, but her voice comes back down quickly as she continues, "Though... I guess you might have been better off if they had killed you."



It's about now that I realize I'm standing in a cell. A jail cell. This must be the prison. And she must be... what did they say her name was? It doesn't matter I guess.

"Why... would I be better off dead?" I ask back as I lean against the wall, letting the pounding in my head slowly beat away to a low throb.

Her voice sounds... broken. Weak. Like she'd be crying if she had any tears left. "I... I don't know what they did to them... I just know they drag them away... and then... and then the screams... they last for hours... and then... nothing. They... they took Shorty away shortly before you woke up, but I haven't heard the screams yet. You'll understand soon..."

I shudder and check to see what I still have on me. They took my gun, obviously, but they don't seem to have found my grenades. Not that they'll be helpful here. And... my bobby pins. They left those and my trusty screwdriver.

Maybe if I'm lucky...







Bingo.

My first act was moving to let out my fellow prisoner, but as I pulled out my screwdriver and bobby pins a voice came from in the hallway.

"Hide," she hisses between her teeth, "and get out of here if you can. Don't worry about it."

I nod and scurry into the shadows of a nearby corner as quickly as I can.



Thundering footsteps move closer, and I can see the barrel of a gun poking through the door way for long minutes that seem to move into hours, before the footsteps begin moving away, and finally fade into nothing.



I move into the hallway cautiously. My heart feels like it's going to jump out of my chest, and I'm sure those creatures can hear it as I sneak along the corridors, trying to find a way out. Any way out.



Land mines... if I could just...



Yes!

I quickly stuff the landmine into my jumpsuit, figuring this is the kind of thing that just might save my life if they notice me. I hear someone coming and quickly scurry out of the room, moving through the corridors as silently as possible.









No exit... but I find another land mine which I quickly disarm and steal away.



Everything's silent. I start to feel a little safe... until I look toward the door.



Shit shit shit!

I toss a landmine down and back out as a bullet embeds itself in the wall behind me.

Fuck.

I duck around the wall and watch as he plods through the room.

Just a few more steps... And then he steps on it. The explosion follows.

YES!

...

The smoke clears and...



FUUUUCK!

I turn and run, dashing into a supply closet and closing the door behind me as I crouch down in the corner, praying silently that he doesn't find me.



"Where arrrre yooooouuu!"

"HAHA You're right here! Or HERE!"

"STOP HIDING!"

I can hear him as he searches for me. He's not far away now.

The door opens trapping me in the corner, I can see his arm through the broken glass for a moment. My body begins to tremble and it takes a conscious act of will to stop it. To stop myself from sobbing in terror. I'm going to die. I know I'm going to die.



After a moment the door closes again and his footsteps trail away. I let loose a breath I didn't realize I had been holding.

I open the door as quietly as possible and move back into the corridors, hoping to find a way out.



I stumble, knocking a few pieces of rubble down, and I hear a shout.

"I CAN HEAR YOU!" The sound of a deep terrible laughter follows. My blood freezes as the sound of thundering footsteps come straight toward me and I scramble into a nearby room as quickly as possible.



A bathroom.

I throw myself into one of the stalls and hope he walks past.



He doesn't.

He laughs once more as he lowers his gun toward me, but I don't really hear it. My fear drives me, no longer paralyzing, as my instincts kick in. Like a cornered rat, I fight. I don't expect to live, but still I fight.

Leaping forward I grab his gun, managing to move myself away from the barrel before it fires as I sink my teeth into his arm, across one of the burn marks from the earlier land mine.

He screams and throws me backwards into the toilet, shattering it. I don't feel anything except the sharp piece of of broken porcelain in my hands as I drive forward again. I don't know what I'm doing, but I can feel the blood. See the gouges across his face. Feel his arms beating into me, but I'm in a death lock now, driving the shard of porcelain into his face again and again, even as it cuts through the flesh of my own hand.



I don't know how long it lasts, but when it's over I'm barely standing... he isn't.



His rifle is at my feet, and a quick search of his body reveals a few more rounds.

I heft it and limp from the room, barely moving.

Another mutant. I'm too tired, too injured to run.



The bullet tears through its arm, and the gun he had been holding falls to the floor. Whether from surprise or pain, I can't be sure. All I can be sure of is that he needs to die before he reaches me.

I slide another bullet into the chamber and fire again.

And again.



He falls dead.

I check his body and the area around it. A chinese assault rifle. Nice.



And the key to the jail cells.

Someone's going to love me.

The cells aren't far away. In fact, it seems like I've gone full circle as they're about two steps away.



"Hey, are you alright?" she asks as I unlock the door to her cell.

I don't answer her, just tossing her the hunting rifle from the last mutant and a few rounds of ammo. "Let's just get the hell out of here."



"You don't have to tell me twice."

The corridors are about the same as before, but quieter now. Maybe those were the only two mutants?



I notice a trail of blood on the floor and follow it. It either leads to wherever they've been killing people, or it leads out. I'm hoping for the latter.



I'm starting to believe the former. Either way I don't have any better idea of where to go, and my companion isn't saying anything one way or the other.

It occurs to me we still haven't heard any screams.



I come around the corner and enter the next floor. It doesn't seem too much diff...



I fall to my knees as I struggle to keep the contents of my stomach in place. I manage to succeed, but judging by the sounds behind me, the lady in red isn't having as much luck.

Lady in red? Oh yeah, that's her name. Red.

Weird thought to have as staring at organs an... oh god.

I quickly turn away and notice some kind of storage area and a first aid kit.



Riffling through the boxes and cabinet I find my old pistol, which I quickly shove into my belt, some ammo, and some medical supplies. All of which I help myself to.

"You're going to eat me, aren't you!"

Voices.

I follow them silently.

"Sooo hungry..."

"You've got plenty of limbs right over there, why not eat them!?"



"Not fresh... not warm..."

"I hope you choke on my bones!"



"Not on YOUR bones, little man!" That same sickening laughter from before. I'm not sure if I'm more afraid or angry now, but I know that thing has to die.

"WHO'RE YOU CALLIN' LITTLE!?"

I pull the trigger.



I don't let go.



Red moves in to look at the body.



I try not to concentrate on the bags of body parts littering the room as I walk over to Shorty.



I tell him Red's here as I untie his arms.

"Let's go."

He nods and grabs the mutant's rifle before following me out the door. I still don't know where the hell I'm going, but I noticed a locked door



I easily jimmy the lock hoping it's the way out.



It's not the way out, but I don't think I can complain right now.

I search around the rest of the room hoping to find some ammo for my new hand held nuke launcher, but all I manage to get my hands on is another hunting rifle and some ammo.

Not that I'm complaining.

It's about then that Shorty speaks up.

"Hey, this is the basement. The way out should be up stairs, you know, if you plan on leavin'. Just seems like a good idea to me."

I look over at Red and she looks down. I make a mental note to mention something about maybe telling me I'm walking into potential death instead of the way out after we get back to town. Probably not a good idea to say anything with Shorty here, though.



I make my way to the stairs and hobble up, the weight of the fat man wearing on my injured body. I hand it to Red and ask her to carry it for me. She just nods and does so. It seems a little heavy for her too, but fuck if I care.

The whole place seems a lot easier to navigate now that I'm not running for fear from super mutants, and it doesn't take long to find a door leading out.



I've never felt so happy to see the total devastation of the wasteland. Well I've never been happy to see it at all before now, really, but that's beside the point.



If I never see another super mutant, it will be too damn soon.

[TDK]

Do you really get thrown in a cell if you get your ass kicked by a super mutant there?

[Krylo]

No. You die.

I had to use console to turn off clipping and sneak into the jail cell in order to pull all that off. There were other difficulties as well, which resulted in multiple reloads. Namely that the mutants really enjoyed wandering into the prison and killing Red for no reason. It wasn't until later that I realized I could have just used the console to revive her.



Oh, yeah, by the way:


Arefu or Scrapyard, or someplace entirely different, next?

Obviously I'll go back to Big Town first, but I don't think that's going to be a full post.

Also: Stick around to help with the midnight attack or get out of town asap.

[Solid Snake]

I'm just going to keep voting Arefu until we actually get there. =)