No matter what we did, no matter what right or wrong, we inevitably created our own hell, turned a once beautiful world into a something so quickly twisted into a nightmare as nature struggles to take back what was once lost. No matter how many times people keep fighting, for the good or the bad war, war never changes.
You have made a long road from Gravestone Kansas city, to Shellshock of Texas, Dallas and the cowboys, Los Vaquiros fantasmas and even the remnants of the desert rangers. You walk close to the ruins of the old border between Mexico and Texas. A brute of immense size, dark green skin, adorned with helmet fashioned from the skull of deathclaw, and well tailored war harness, wielding power fist in one hand while accompanied by a small group of raiders. "You destroyed many of plans, guess this is where things end, yet why does a mutant like you fight for the humans? After everything they did to us, to to themselves, they bought nuclear death to us all and had a chance of redemption. That was until the nuking of Shady sands. And now a simple brahmin driver turned bad ass with a few humans work with these dying piss ant tribals and factions of a bygone time. Why do you betray you own people for those who've shown you nothing but disgust, miseray, and bullet fire. If you join me and my new unity, as Richard Grey intended we can slaughter to those humans and set the peice back to the whole wasteland. If not, then you will die here with your friends, i will tear you appart mind and body." An ending line for a campaign i never finished or got to continue for Fallout tabletop, the echoes of a second unity.
Sorry this helps with brain storming and feeling abit sad about my abandoned ideas from the Fallout Texas game i was gonna run way earlier this new year. But i guess we all have to begin again. Maybe after writing ill begin work to have it completed and posted so others out there can run it.
No matter what we did, no matter what right or wrong, we inevitably created our own hell, turned a once beautiful world into a something so quickly twisted into a nightmare as nature struggles to take back what was once lost. No matter how many times people keep fighting, for the good or the bad war, war never changes.
Oh if you don't mind im gonna use this for war never changes speech of my fallout tabletop mississippi campaign
Of course, thanks for the comment and the view.🤛👊
You have made a long road from Gravestone Kansas city, to Shellshock of Texas, Dallas and the cowboys, Los Vaquiros fantasmas and even the remnants of the desert rangers. You walk close to the ruins of the old border between Mexico and Texas. A brute of immense size, dark green skin, adorned with helmet fashioned from the skull of deathclaw, and well tailored war harness, wielding power fist in one hand while accompanied by a small group of raiders. "You destroyed many of plans, guess this is where things end, yet why does a mutant like you fight for the humans? After everything they did to us, to to themselves, they bought nuclear death to us all and had a chance of redemption. That was until the nuking of Shady sands. And now a simple brahmin driver turned bad ass with a few humans work with these dying piss ant tribals and factions of a bygone time. Why do you betray you own people for those who've shown you nothing but disgust, miseray, and bullet fire. If you join me and my new unity, as Richard Grey intended we can slaughter to those humans and set the peice back to the whole wasteland. If not, then you will die here with your friends, i will tear you appart mind and body." An ending line for a campaign i never finished or got to continue for Fallout tabletop, the echoes of a second unity.
Sorry this helps with brain storming and feeling abit sad about my abandoned ideas from the Fallout Texas game i was gonna run way earlier this new year. But i guess we all have to begin again. Maybe after writing ill begin work to have it completed and posted so others out there can run it.