Fallout: Bloody Vegas
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Cornuthaum said:
You mad italian bear-thing! You actually wrote something, and for NV to boot! Sound the trumpets, beat the drums, fetch the dancing elephants, it is time for celebration.
And I think your character has a fuckton of damage reduction and unarmed skill points.
And I think your character has a fuckton of damage reduction and unarmed skill points.
So in essence my Courier is a Super Mutant. A weird one lol.
GenocideHeart said:
Cornuthaum said:
You mad italian bear-thing! You actually wrote something, and for NV to boot! Sound the trumpets, beat the drums, fetch the dancing elephants, it is time for celebration.
And I think your character has a fuckton of damage reduction and unarmed skill points.
And I think your character has a fuckton of damage reduction and unarmed skill points.
So in essence my Courier is a Super Mutant. A weird one lol.
Rewriting the information on the Fallout version of Porphyric Hemophilia I devised, in a more orderly fashion.
In essence, it's a mutation of a bioengineered virus that was part of a Vault experiment to test both viability of DNA-altering virii (like for instance to cull the ability of a whole ethnicity to reproduce - no, the Vaults were never meant to save anyone, you should know by now), and ability of both the virii and the test subjects to adapt to the constant presence of nonlethal but otherwise genetically altering conditions.
However, something went wrong with the Vault's door - it failed to close properly, although unlike the Necropolis, this wasn't intentional in this case, and as a result of the heavy irradiation, some of the viruses mutated.
Most of the Vault populace died, except for those who were infected and altered by a particular virus strain designed to remove a human's ability to process 'common' food. What it instead did was radically alter human physiology, allowing them to do borderline superhuman things - at a steep price.
Essentially, what the mutated virus did was permanently alter the genetic code of its hosts, fusing with it and causing the following changes:
-The hosts become incapable of processing normal food. The only 'food' they can process is hemoglobin-based bodily fluid, ie blood. If they go without it too long, they begin to assume a decidedly cadaveric look (thinning and extreme pallor), and heal at a 'normal' human rate, while if well fed they heal much faster and can shrug off normally fatal wounds to an extent.
-Note that hosts are already pale to begin with - in fact, they look remarkably like an albino. Or if you prefer, Ranger Ghost. They are also prone to becoming dreadfully violent if heavily injured (especially if it's head injuries, as keeping sane is even harder at that point), automatically going after any close-by source of blood available without regard to it being friend or foe in an attempt to feed enough to accelerate the healing process.
-The hosts can use their muscles' potential to a higher degree than a normal human. While they aren't quite the Hulk, they can tear apart large animals bare handed if pushed hard enough, and can pick up and throw small objects about the size of say, one of the motorcycles in front of the Prospector Saloon. It also makes them abnormally fast and agile, but again, at most it's peak human level.
-The hosts also developed a severe case of photosensitivity, basically resulting in major burns being inflicted after even brief exposures to UV rays. It's specifically UV rays that hurt the hosts, not the sun itself. It also causes the hosts to have trouble acting during daylight hours when they are in the open - in game terms, this results in a -2 penalty to perception (sunlight hurts the eyes, making seeing things difficult) and intelligence (thoughts are muddled due to the discomfort/pain it may cause). Conversely, those drawbacks disappear when not in daylight, and in conditions of extreme darkness they actually become bonuses to both (as they got used to a nocturnal or at least underground existence, and thus are more perceptive of dangers and pay more attention to what they are doing when it's dark, in addition to seeing extremely well in poor lighting).
-Another effect is that the host's cutoff for cellular division no longer exists - what this means in layman's terms is that cells will regenerate and renew themselves indefinitely, unlike with every other animal whose cells eventually stop regenerating. This also gives them accelerated regen capabilities, making them extremely tough to kill since their wounds heal insanely fast, reducing the lethality of quite a few injuries.
-As creatures 'born' from an irradiated environment, they are resistant to radiation, but it eventually takes its toll on them too, due to it disrupting DNA, even their own mutated one.
-This Porphyric Hemophilia can't be transmitted through normal means. Forget that 'bites change people' bullshit, the virus can only infect new hosts in the specific conditions of the original Vault it mutated in. Much like Vault 87 and the FEV, if one wanted to make a normal human into one of these mutants, they'd have to drag them there and hope the experience doesn't kill them (which it is very likely to).
-There are no other parts in common with Oblivion's own version of Hemophilia. No fancy hypnosis crap, life drain or anything supernatural like that. Also, since it's a virus that fuses itself to the victim's DNA, it's impossible to 'heal' it - it'd remove a CHUNK of the victim's genetic code, with the predictably horrible results you can imagine.
There... clear enough?
In essence, it's a mutation of a bioengineered virus that was part of a Vault experiment to test both viability of DNA-altering virii (like for instance to cull the ability of a whole ethnicity to reproduce - no, the Vaults were never meant to save anyone, you should know by now), and ability of both the virii and the test subjects to adapt to the constant presence of nonlethal but otherwise genetically altering conditions.
However, something went wrong with the Vault's door - it failed to close properly, although unlike the Necropolis, this wasn't intentional in this case, and as a result of the heavy irradiation, some of the viruses mutated.
Most of the Vault populace died, except for those who were infected and altered by a particular virus strain designed to remove a human's ability to process 'common' food. What it instead did was radically alter human physiology, allowing them to do borderline superhuman things - at a steep price.
Essentially, what the mutated virus did was permanently alter the genetic code of its hosts, fusing with it and causing the following changes:
-The hosts become incapable of processing normal food. The only 'food' they can process is hemoglobin-based bodily fluid, ie blood. If they go without it too long, they begin to assume a decidedly cadaveric look (thinning and extreme pallor), and heal at a 'normal' human rate, while if well fed they heal much faster and can shrug off normally fatal wounds to an extent.
-Note that hosts are already pale to begin with - in fact, they look remarkably like an albino. Or if you prefer, Ranger Ghost. They are also prone to becoming dreadfully violent if heavily injured (especially if it's head injuries, as keeping sane is even harder at that point), automatically going after any close-by source of blood available without regard to it being friend or foe in an attempt to feed enough to accelerate the healing process.
-The hosts can use their muscles' potential to a higher degree than a normal human. While they aren't quite the Hulk, they can tear apart large animals bare handed if pushed hard enough, and can pick up and throw small objects about the size of say, one of the motorcycles in front of the Prospector Saloon. It also makes them abnormally fast and agile, but again, at most it's peak human level.
-The hosts also developed a severe case of photosensitivity, basically resulting in major burns being inflicted after even brief exposures to UV rays. It's specifically UV rays that hurt the hosts, not the sun itself. It also causes the hosts to have trouble acting during daylight hours when they are in the open - in game terms, this results in a -2 penalty to perception (sunlight hurts the eyes, making seeing things difficult) and intelligence (thoughts are muddled due to the discomfort/pain it may cause). Conversely, those drawbacks disappear when not in daylight, and in conditions of extreme darkness they actually become bonuses to both (as they got used to a nocturnal or at least underground existence, and thus are more perceptive of dangers and pay more attention to what they are doing when it's dark, in addition to seeing extremely well in poor lighting).
-Another effect is that the host's cutoff for cellular division no longer exists - what this means in layman's terms is that cells will regenerate and renew themselves indefinitely, unlike with every other animal whose cells eventually stop regenerating. This also gives them accelerated regen capabilities, making them extremely tough to kill since their wounds heal insanely fast, reducing the lethality of quite a few injuries.
-As creatures 'born' from an irradiated environment, they are resistant to radiation, but it eventually takes its toll on them too, due to it disrupting DNA, even their own mutated one.
-This Porphyric Hemophilia can't be transmitted through normal means. Forget that 'bites change people' bullshit, the virus can only infect new hosts in the specific conditions of the original Vault it mutated in. Much like Vault 87 and the FEV, if one wanted to make a normal human into one of these mutants, they'd have to drag them there and hope the experience doesn't kill them (which it is very likely to).
-There are no other parts in common with Oblivion's own version of Hemophilia. No fancy hypnosis crap, life drain or anything supernatural like that. Also, since it's a virus that fuses itself to the victim's DNA, it's impossible to 'heal' it - it'd remove a CHUNK of the victim's genetic code, with the predictably horrible results you can imagine.
There... clear enough?
Being Fallout, this is relevant to my interests. Thought I'm wondering how much this would actually change the plot.
Or is it more character based? In which case, I suppose what's more pertinent is what this courier will actually be like as a result of his condition. If it makes them functionally immortal, just how long has his guy been alive? Since the Vault itself?
Or is it more character based? In which case, I suppose what's more pertinent is what this courier will actually be like as a result of his condition. If it makes them functionally immortal, just how long has his guy been alive? Since the Vault itself?
It does change the plot, though I can't reveal anything at the moment as it'd give away the whole thing. :snigger:
As for how long the Courier's been around, keep one thing in mind: Porphyric Hemophilia makes you look older than you are. Your skin's dry and tense, and your cheekbones are hollow, making even a 20something look like a 70 year old.
As for how long he's been around, the general answer I can give is 'long enough that his looks aren't all that misleading, but not nearly as long as the Vault his kind was born in'. For a more specific one, wait and/or beg.
In seriousness, people mutated by PH aren't dead, they just have an altered genetic code, which makes them incompatible with baseline humans. They can still mate between themselves, though, although they have little inclination to do so. The Courier is the offspring of two such Vaulters, and has been around long enough to see a fair bit of change - especially since his original Vault was in Arizona. As such, he has mixed feelings about Caesar.
OTOH, he thinks NCR are a bunch of pretentious dicks.
As for how long the Courier's been around, keep one thing in mind: Porphyric Hemophilia makes you look older than you are. Your skin's dry and tense, and your cheekbones are hollow, making even a 20something look like a 70 year old.
As for how long he's been around, the general answer I can give is 'long enough that his looks aren't all that misleading, but not nearly as long as the Vault his kind was born in'. For a more specific one, wait and/or beg.
In seriousness, people mutated by PH aren't dead, they just have an altered genetic code, which makes them incompatible with baseline humans. They can still mate between themselves, though, although they have little inclination to do so. The Courier is the offspring of two such Vaulters, and has been around long enough to see a fair bit of change - especially since his original Vault was in Arizona. As such, he has mixed feelings about Caesar.
OTOH, he thinks NCR are a bunch of pretentious dicks.
Chapter 1: Ain't That A Kick In The Head
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Pain.
Oooh... my head hurts, was the first thought that crossed my mind as I slowly regained consciousness. Perhaps 'hurts' was an understatement - the pain my cranium was experiencing was not unlike how I suppose it would feel if a charging Bighorner bull impacted with it at full speed... minus the shattering of bones part, of course.
I fidgeted and immediately noticed something was off. I was... tied up? I groaned. This can't possibly be good - wait, wasn't I also tied earlier? What happened? Agh, head hurts too much, can't think clearly...
As I opened my eyes I was greeted by the unpleasant sight of a varmint rifle's muzzle pointed straight at my face. Great way to wake up, there. I froze. Getting shot in the head wasn't in my immediate plans. A sensation of deja vu suddenly washed over me, and just as quickly as it manifested, it went away, preventing me from grasping it. Was I in this same predicament before?
I blinked owlishly - well, at least it wasn't too bright, I hated it when it was too bright - wait, why did I hate it? As I struggled to remember, I concluded that whatever had caused my headache must also have caused me amnesia. Hopefully short-term, otherwise I was probably in deep shit.
Cautiously, I looked around, not intending to provoke an unhealthy reaction with a sudden movement from the wielder of the varmint rifle - a red-haired woman in leather armor, I noticed now that my head wasn't in a world of pain, and she apparently had a mutt with her who was looking at me and growling... how nice, don't worry, you mangy flea-bitten beast, I don't like you either.
I then noticed a second person in the room, a middle aged, balding man with a moustache, just as he raised his hand and lowered the woman's weapon slightly, shaking his head. They were talking in a low voice, and for a moment I had trouble understanding what they said before my head cleared up a bit.
"...telling you not to point that stick at his face, Sunny", the old man was saying to the woman, who didn't look at all comfortable with pointing her weapon anywhere that wasn't on m. "Given what he's gone through, last thing he needs is some stranger holdin' another gun to his head."
"Yes, well, Doc, I'd be a lot more understanding if this guy hadn't, you know, dismembered a Bighorner with his bare hands and drank its blood while sportin' what by all means should've been a fatal wound to his head", the woman replied in an annoyed tone. "What if he's some sorta cannibal or feral ghoul, and tries to eat us up?"
"First off, if he were a cannibal, he wouldn't have attacked a Bighorner, he'd have tried to take a bite outta Mack who was nearby", the 'Doc' replied in the exasperated tone of someone who'd gone over that argument a million times already. "Secondly, he looks nothing like a ghoul - if anything, he looks like he aged far too quickly from the hardships of life. Also, he's tied up with metal wire, so it's not like he can just up and attack us like that. And finally, I'd like to see how lucid you would be if someone done popped two caps in your cranium..."
"If someone'd done that to me, I'd be dead, Doc", she retorted, but she reluctantly lowered her weapon nonetheless. "An' he was buried to boot - I dunno who this guy is, but one thing's for sure, he ain't human, least not like you or me. Toughest son of a bitch I ever seen, that's for sure, and that's without considering how he's all sickly lookin' and still mauled a Bighorner barehanded after gettin' shot and takin' a dirt nap."
"Yes, well..." the Doc began, but was interrupted by me loudly clearing my throat. Turning an apologetic smile at his 'patient', inasmuch as someone tied up like a sausage as I was could be called a patient, he shook his head reassuringly.
"Don't worry, friend, Sunny here won't shoot you... long as you behave, anyway. Had a rough night, I'd say, what with gettin' a headful of lead and all, eh?" He smiled again, then became serious. "Anyway, all jokes aside, that's some seriously rough stuff you gone through there - matter of fact, you should be pushin' daisies now. Got shot in the head twice, buried in the dirt, dug up and went on a Bighorner-dismembering rampage with Dracula act included immediately afterwards." In the background, Sunny gave a disgusted grunt, still leering nervously at me and fidgeting with her rifle. Doc pretended to ignore her.
"Anyway, can't imagine you were thinkin' clearly at that point - I've been tryin' to explain to the good folks of Goodsprings here that when people go through what you did, they generally don't do much walking around, let alone thinking", he said in a lighthearted tone, "so you were probably going berserk from the experience. Well, either that or you're a psychopath who will kill us all when we aren't lookin', but personally I hope it's the former. So... let's try to start over and get acquainted without staring down a gun's barrel being the first impression we give each other, eh? Let's start with your name. You do remember who you are, right...?"
I blinked, then squeezed my eyes shut as a wave of pain accompanied memories back in my mind. Doc shot me a concerned look as I groaned softly, and I shook my head slowly to signal it was nothing serious. After a few moments of reordering my memories - and noticing massive gaps in them, how nice, I definitely had amnesia - I raised my head again and looked at him.
"Kudlak."
"Come again...?" Doc asked with a weirded-out expression on his face. I shook my head again.
"Kudlak," I repeated. "Don't remember much else of what happened last night, and I'm not even too sure of what I am doing in this place, wherever it is, but I'm positive my name's Kudlak."
"That's your name, eh..." Doc mused, stroking his chin. "Go figure. Not quite what I'd have picked for you. Slavic origins?"
"Hell if I know, Doc," was my dry reply. "Afraid there's quite a few holes in my memory. Still don't know what I'm doing here, all I remember is that my name's Kudlak, and I hate excessive amounts of light - thank you for keeping the shutters close, by the way."
"Standard procedure when dealing with suspect brain damage," Doc replied. "We wouldn't want you frying your brain even more from too much light hitting your eyes, now would we? Anyway, I'm Doc Mitchell, and the gal over there who's givin' you the stink-eye," he added pointing to Sunny with his thumb, "is Sunny Smiles, the town's resident, shall we say, sweeper."
"Not much smiling from where I'm looking," I snarked, and immediately regretted it as the woman glared at me and her rifle lifted slightly. "Sorry, I'm just in too much pain to be civil."
"Yes, well, I'd bet. As you may have heard earlier, someone done shot you in the head - two times, no less," Doc Mitchell explained, bending over to recover something from the ground. "I done my best to put you back together, although I gotta admit, I didn't expect to be done with just a bit of sewin', and I expected even less to see you wake up so soon. Anyway, take a look and see if I misplaced anything. How old are you, by the way?"
I looked in the Reflectron Doc held up for me and found a face that my fragmented memories claimed was familiar staring back at me. Thick red hair, deep green eyes, pale and dry skin, old-looking. Another memory came back.
"...yeah, all I can say is I'm not as old as I look. 100% sure on that," I muttered in reply.
"Oh? Then how old are--" he began but I cut him off, annoyed.
"Doc, not to be rude, but I'm suffering from amnesia, I just woke up from apparently having been shot, Miss Smiles over there has been glaring the piss out of me, and I can't feel my hands and feet anymore due to this goddamn wire. Would it kill you to at least untie me? You've got the bodyguard with the gun over there anyway, it's not like you'd be in any danger, and I'd be more'n happy to go through this Third Degree if I could at least sit and feel my limbs..."
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Yeah, switched to first person. I feel it flows better and lets me narrate in a more... personal way.
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Pain.
Oooh... my head hurts, was the first thought that crossed my mind as I slowly regained consciousness. Perhaps 'hurts' was an understatement - the pain my cranium was experiencing was not unlike how I suppose it would feel if a charging Bighorner bull impacted with it at full speed... minus the shattering of bones part, of course.
I fidgeted and immediately noticed something was off. I was... tied up? I groaned. This can't possibly be good - wait, wasn't I also tied earlier? What happened? Agh, head hurts too much, can't think clearly...
As I opened my eyes I was greeted by the unpleasant sight of a varmint rifle's muzzle pointed straight at my face. Great way to wake up, there. I froze. Getting shot in the head wasn't in my immediate plans. A sensation of deja vu suddenly washed over me, and just as quickly as it manifested, it went away, preventing me from grasping it. Was I in this same predicament before?
I blinked owlishly - well, at least it wasn't too bright, I hated it when it was too bright - wait, why did I hate it? As I struggled to remember, I concluded that whatever had caused my headache must also have caused me amnesia. Hopefully short-term, otherwise I was probably in deep shit.
Cautiously, I looked around, not intending to provoke an unhealthy reaction with a sudden movement from the wielder of the varmint rifle - a red-haired woman in leather armor, I noticed now that my head wasn't in a world of pain, and she apparently had a mutt with her who was looking at me and growling... how nice, don't worry, you mangy flea-bitten beast, I don't like you either.
I then noticed a second person in the room, a middle aged, balding man with a moustache, just as he raised his hand and lowered the woman's weapon slightly, shaking his head. They were talking in a low voice, and for a moment I had trouble understanding what they said before my head cleared up a bit.
"...telling you not to point that stick at his face, Sunny", the old man was saying to the woman, who didn't look at all comfortable with pointing her weapon anywhere that wasn't on m. "Given what he's gone through, last thing he needs is some stranger holdin' another gun to his head."
"Yes, well, Doc, I'd be a lot more understanding if this guy hadn't, you know, dismembered a Bighorner with his bare hands and drank its blood while sportin' what by all means should've been a fatal wound to his head", the woman replied in an annoyed tone. "What if he's some sorta cannibal or feral ghoul, and tries to eat us up?"
"First off, if he were a cannibal, he wouldn't have attacked a Bighorner, he'd have tried to take a bite outta Mack who was nearby", the 'Doc' replied in the exasperated tone of someone who'd gone over that argument a million times already. "Secondly, he looks nothing like a ghoul - if anything, he looks like he aged far too quickly from the hardships of life. Also, he's tied up with metal wire, so it's not like he can just up and attack us like that. And finally, I'd like to see how lucid you would be if someone done popped two caps in your cranium..."
"If someone'd done that to me, I'd be dead, Doc", she retorted, but she reluctantly lowered her weapon nonetheless. "An' he was buried to boot - I dunno who this guy is, but one thing's for sure, he ain't human, least not like you or me. Toughest son of a bitch I ever seen, that's for sure, and that's without considering how he's all sickly lookin' and still mauled a Bighorner barehanded after gettin' shot and takin' a dirt nap."
"Yes, well..." the Doc began, but was interrupted by me loudly clearing my throat. Turning an apologetic smile at his 'patient', inasmuch as someone tied up like a sausage as I was could be called a patient, he shook his head reassuringly.
"Don't worry, friend, Sunny here won't shoot you... long as you behave, anyway. Had a rough night, I'd say, what with gettin' a headful of lead and all, eh?" He smiled again, then became serious. "Anyway, all jokes aside, that's some seriously rough stuff you gone through there - matter of fact, you should be pushin' daisies now. Got shot in the head twice, buried in the dirt, dug up and went on a Bighorner-dismembering rampage with Dracula act included immediately afterwards." In the background, Sunny gave a disgusted grunt, still leering nervously at me and fidgeting with her rifle. Doc pretended to ignore her.
"Anyway, can't imagine you were thinkin' clearly at that point - I've been tryin' to explain to the good folks of Goodsprings here that when people go through what you did, they generally don't do much walking around, let alone thinking", he said in a lighthearted tone, "so you were probably going berserk from the experience. Well, either that or you're a psychopath who will kill us all when we aren't lookin', but personally I hope it's the former. So... let's try to start over and get acquainted without staring down a gun's barrel being the first impression we give each other, eh? Let's start with your name. You do remember who you are, right...?"
I blinked, then squeezed my eyes shut as a wave of pain accompanied memories back in my mind. Doc shot me a concerned look as I groaned softly, and I shook my head slowly to signal it was nothing serious. After a few moments of reordering my memories - and noticing massive gaps in them, how nice, I definitely had amnesia - I raised my head again and looked at him.
"Kudlak."
"Come again...?" Doc asked with a weirded-out expression on his face. I shook my head again.
"Kudlak," I repeated. "Don't remember much else of what happened last night, and I'm not even too sure of what I am doing in this place, wherever it is, but I'm positive my name's Kudlak."
"That's your name, eh..." Doc mused, stroking his chin. "Go figure. Not quite what I'd have picked for you. Slavic origins?"
"Hell if I know, Doc," was my dry reply. "Afraid there's quite a few holes in my memory. Still don't know what I'm doing here, all I remember is that my name's Kudlak, and I hate excessive amounts of light - thank you for keeping the shutters close, by the way."
"Standard procedure when dealing with suspect brain damage," Doc replied. "We wouldn't want you frying your brain even more from too much light hitting your eyes, now would we? Anyway, I'm Doc Mitchell, and the gal over there who's givin' you the stink-eye," he added pointing to Sunny with his thumb, "is Sunny Smiles, the town's resident, shall we say, sweeper."
"Not much smiling from where I'm looking," I snarked, and immediately regretted it as the woman glared at me and her rifle lifted slightly. "Sorry, I'm just in too much pain to be civil."
"Yes, well, I'd bet. As you may have heard earlier, someone done shot you in the head - two times, no less," Doc Mitchell explained, bending over to recover something from the ground. "I done my best to put you back together, although I gotta admit, I didn't expect to be done with just a bit of sewin', and I expected even less to see you wake up so soon. Anyway, take a look and see if I misplaced anything. How old are you, by the way?"
I looked in the Reflectron Doc held up for me and found a face that my fragmented memories claimed was familiar staring back at me. Thick red hair, deep green eyes, pale and dry skin, old-looking. Another memory came back.
"...yeah, all I can say is I'm not as old as I look. 100% sure on that," I muttered in reply.
"Oh? Then how old are--" he began but I cut him off, annoyed.
"Doc, not to be rude, but I'm suffering from amnesia, I just woke up from apparently having been shot, Miss Smiles over there has been glaring the piss out of me, and I can't feel my hands and feet anymore due to this goddamn wire. Would it kill you to at least untie me? You've got the bodyguard with the gun over there anyway, it's not like you'd be in any danger, and I'd be more'n happy to go through this Third Degree if I could at least sit and feel my limbs..."
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Yeah, switched to first person. I feel it flows better and lets me narrate in a more... personal way.
The differences in TES PH and your FO:NV PH could be attributed to any number of things, like the lack of magic in Fall Out, or the fact that while we don't know how the virius came to be in The Elder Scrolls, we can be certain it wasn't because of irradiation.
Given the fact that even those of us who've only played FO3 and FO:NV (Even without the various DLC) have seen all sorts of mutations of various kinds, (not to mention your description of Kudlak's version of PH) it's actually reasonablly done, and believable in the post-apocalyptic setting of the Fall Out Series. I actually wouldn't be surprised if in a later Fall Out game we actually encountered people with a similar mutation. (Sure there's Vance and "his people" from the whole Arefu questline in FO3, but they're a very, VERY watered down version of what Kudlak seems to be and could possibly become.)
Can't wait to see moar of this, as Fall Out Fanfics have been a bit of a guilty pleasure of mine as of late.
Given the fact that even those of us who've only played FO3 and FO:NV (Even without the various DLC) have seen all sorts of mutations of various kinds, (not to mention your description of Kudlak's version of PH) it's actually reasonablly done, and believable in the post-apocalyptic setting of the Fall Out Series. I actually wouldn't be surprised if in a later Fall Out game we actually encountered people with a similar mutation. (Sure there's Vance and "his people" from the whole Arefu questline in FO3, but they're a very, VERY watered down version of what Kudlak seems to be and could possibly become.)
Can't wait to see moar of this, as Fall Out Fanfics have been a bit of a guilty pleasure of mine as of late.
Watashiwa said:
Have him say he's photo-sensitive. Sounds like something a person would actually say. Other than that, as I have yet to actually play more than one continuous hour of NV, the only thing I can say is
Thanks. It's nice to know I'm doing something right after 2 years of no writing. :snigger:
His name is somewhat of a sick joke played on him by his parents - I'll elaborate on this later.
I'll be more than happy if you just look at my grammar and tell me where I horribly raped it. :snigger:
They do have a fair amount of personality. Sunny isn't nearly as hostile as she is in this fic, but to be fair, in the actual game you don't start things off by violently tearing out a bighorner's throat in plain sight while sporting a bleeding hole in your skull and looking like a freshly reanimated corpse. :lol:
She does, however, appear to approve of you shooting Joe Cobb in cold blood, so she does have a nasty streak going. And she takes seeing a villager gnawed to death by geckos in stride, not appearing to care overmuch. About the only thing that gets a rise out of her is if Cheyenne dies in that first mission - she's absolutely heartbroken about it.
Doc Mitchell does have a rather... flashy personality though, judging by some choice comments he makes. I just expanded on it.
She does, however, appear to approve of you shooting Joe Cobb in cold blood, so she does have a nasty streak going. And she takes seeing a villager gnawed to death by geckos in stride, not appearing to care overmuch. About the only thing that gets a rise out of her is if Cheyenne dies in that first mission - she's absolutely heartbroken about it.
Doc Mitchell does have a rather... flashy personality though, judging by some choice comments he makes. I just expanded on it.
Just a tiny nitpick thus far, and its probably one that you wouldn't have known. Amnesia, in reality, is expressed much more like Memento than like Bourne. Usually amnesiacs, especially those with brain damage, can't form new memories, in addition to having lost the old ones.
Would it put you out to replace "I'm suffering from amnesia" with "I'm suffering from brain damage"?
Would it put you out to replace "I'm suffering from amnesia" with "I'm suffering from brain damage"?
It would depend on the type of amnesia and exactly which brain centers were damaged.
While some forms of amnesia would make Kudlak's memory rather comparable to Lucy from the movie "50 First Dates", others really do just make a person forget everything before a certain moment. The second type is- more often than not- caused by head trauma. And just between us, I think a gunshot to the head is rather severe head trauma.
Liked the characterizations of Doc and Sunny, and I can't wait to see others later on.
While some forms of amnesia would make Kudlak's memory rather comparable to Lucy from the movie "50 First Dates", others really do just make a person forget everything before a certain moment. The second type is- more often than not- caused by head trauma. And just between us, I think a gunshot to the head is rather severe head trauma.
Liked the characterizations of Doc and Sunny, and I can't wait to see others later on.