So. Basically, how various characters would do in the Wasteland. Either DC or Mojave or some place from the first two games that I haven't played extensively. Joking or serious, you can stat them up or not (even dream up mods to make them fit if you have to) and just generally have fun with it.
~~Link~~
Str 8
Per 6
End 8
Cha 10 (Because Link's a pimp)
Int 8 (Puzzles, wheeeee!)
Agi 8
Luk 1 (In the few games that he obviously could, he never seems to get any.)
Yes I know you couldn't actually stat that up without cheating, but this is for supposition and lulz, so nya!
Tag Skills: Melee, Explosives, Survival
~
{Guns! I hate them. I hate them so much! Why has no one re-invented bows yet!?}
"That'd be the lack of trees, stranger. You seem to be feelin' alright, but let's take a look just in case, okay?"
{Alright alright. Look o- wait. Where are my clothes?}
"I'm afraid you were brought in in your birthday suit. You got dug out of a grave, so I wouldn't complain too much about having everything you own stolen. Money comes and goes, but deaths' kinda final. Does your face look alright?"
{... Do you have any idea how long it took me to find a bloody sword!? And yes, the face is fine. I almost wish it wasn't, but it's fine.}
~
Link hated Vegas. For multiple reasons. The NCR were everywhere, and they annoyed him and he annoyed them, though it hadn't broken into open hostility yet. Probably only because they heard about him depopulating every Legion camp he happened to pass near.
Then there were the women. None of them wearing anything decent, most of them... women of ill-repute. And all of them swarmed him as soon as he walked in the gates. And all of them... hinting. Some more explicitly than others. Some talking 'freebies'. He really was considering the suggestion of a stick.
Then there was the booze. Whatever happened to good mead anyway? All the booze on or off the strip either tasted like piss or was designed to cook your throat.
~
{Trees!} Link thought again, {TREEEEEEEES!}
Ooookay. I was hoping this one could help, but maybe not. He's loonier than the Nightkin. Oooh, maybe he'll be a good inspiration to get sane. Marcus thought, somewhat uncharitably, but the man HAD been spinning around in circles while moving down the path with his arms held out in wonder at... something.
~
The Deathclaw looked at that bright green thing curiously as it waved its companions back and pulled something shiny off its back. It didn't know what a grin was, so it thought it was baring its teeth. A challenge it understood, even if it hadn't planned to kill it and eat it already.
Link just grinned some more. This he understood.
~~~
Anybody's free to add snippets to any ideas I drop. Am thinking of more.
~~Link~~
Str 8
Per 6
End 8
Cha 10 (Because Link's a pimp)
Int 8 (Puzzles, wheeeee!)
Agi 8
Luk 1 (In the few games that he obviously could, he never seems to get any.)
Yes I know you couldn't actually stat that up without cheating, but this is for supposition and lulz, so nya!
Tag Skills: Melee, Explosives, Survival
~
{Guns! I hate them. I hate them so much! Why has no one re-invented bows yet!?}
"That'd be the lack of trees, stranger. You seem to be feelin' alright, but let's take a look just in case, okay?"
{Alright alright. Look o- wait. Where are my clothes?}
"I'm afraid you were brought in in your birthday suit. You got dug out of a grave, so I wouldn't complain too much about having everything you own stolen. Money comes and goes, but deaths' kinda final. Does your face look alright?"
{... Do you have any idea how long it took me to find a bloody sword!? And yes, the face is fine. I almost wish it wasn't, but it's fine.}
~
Link hated Vegas. For multiple reasons. The NCR were everywhere, and they annoyed him and he annoyed them, though it hadn't broken into open hostility yet. Probably only because they heard about him depopulating every Legion camp he happened to pass near.
Then there were the women. None of them wearing anything decent, most of them... women of ill-repute. And all of them swarmed him as soon as he walked in the gates. And all of them... hinting. Some more explicitly than others. Some talking 'freebies'. He really was considering the suggestion of a stick.
Then there was the booze. Whatever happened to good mead anyway? All the booze on or off the strip either tasted like piss or was designed to cook your throat.
~
{Trees!} Link thought again, {TREEEEEEEES!}
Ooookay. I was hoping this one could help, but maybe not. He's loonier than the Nightkin. Oooh, maybe he'll be a good inspiration to get sane. Marcus thought, somewhat uncharitably, but the man HAD been spinning around in circles while moving down the path with his arms held out in wonder at... something.
~
The Deathclaw looked at that bright green thing curiously as it waved its companions back and pulled something shiny off its back. It didn't know what a grin was, so it thought it was baring its teeth. A challenge it understood, even if it hadn't planned to kill it and eat it already.
Link just grinned some more. This he understood.
~~~
Anybody's free to add snippets to any ideas I drop. Am thinking of more.