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Journal of the Officer
« on: April 24, 2016, 02:39:33 AM »
Journal of the Officer

2250. April. 22:34. Officer logging daily duties then signing out. Stop. Personal log. Cira’s birthday is tomorrow. Stop. Please remind me never to forget about her again. My mind has been wandering off more than usual, and I am always cold.

2250. April. 12:54. The air is getting stale. Overseer requested new filters installed on the vents. However, for some reason we are running low. Robobrain, and Thomas will have to improvise in the near future. We are not prepared for shortage. It is odd, how our resources keep dwindling. Stop. Officer logging daily duties. Overseer, is our vault dying?

2251. January. 06:00. I’m having nightmares, and I can barely breath. Thomas says it’s the dust in the air, but I don’t know if that’s a good enough answer. Is my home dying? I can’t remember the last time I was really happy. I haven’t had a decent meal in weeks, and I completely forgot Cira’s birthday again. We haven’t spoken in a few days either. Officer logging daily duties. Personal log. What is out there?

2251. March. 14:45. Thomas is dead. The Overseer had me shoot him until he was dead. I fear that if this goes on I won't have any friends left. What is going on down here? How long can we keep this place up? Officer logging daily duties. Personal log. I miss you, Thomas.

2252. March. 04:40. Logging computal security breach. This morning our systems were affected by some sort of glitch. A list of passwords and logins were suddenly sent off to the surface... Somewhere. The mainframe was unable to trace the recipient, but it was sent to the United States. Impossible. Unless there is life on the surface...

2252. March. 23:09. Logging possible surface hazard. After midnight there was a loud banging sound coming from the other end of the surface doors. Security was unable to determine the cause of the disturbance. If there is life out there will it be friendly?

2253. September. 00:04. Logging status update. Vault future facing catastrophic eventual destruction. Resources and materials are depleting at an alarming rate. Vault is unable to sustain daily agriculture or food production. Highly recommend begin exploring surface.

2254. January. 00:00. Doomsday. Our vault doors opened on their own today at exactly midnight. It is the same day that our resources completely ran out, and most of our equipment stopped working. All this of course is supposed to be impossible! Our systems were meant to last forever! We had a completely self-sustaining system here! Nothing was supposed to go wrong! And now they're sending us out in droves!! The Overseer is sending me out next! In less than a few hours I’ll be cast out of my vault, and thrown into the god forsaken wasteland! Officer signing out.

This will be my last entry. God help us all. Cira! I'm so sorry! I've always been a horrible friend! I'm so sorry! Please God! Be good to her! Please! She's so innocent! She doesn't deserve to be thrown out to the wolves!
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Re: Journal of the Officer
« Reply #1 on: April 24, 2016, 08:35:22 AM »
2254 January 00:00 wipe confirmed ?
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Re: Journal of the Officer
« Reply #2 on: April 24, 2016, 11:28:07 PM »
Nah, a bit later.

EDIT: This isn't "fan art".
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Re: Journal of the Officer
« Reply #3 on: April 26, 2016, 08:56:31 PM »
nice read

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Re: Journal of the Officer
« Reply #4 on: April 27, 2016, 12:40:39 AM »
Personal Log

AD2252 Feb: Been out here so long, smelling this bad has finally become normal to me. I will never give up looking for the GECK. There has to be one somewhere. In a vault. Just keep looking. Overheard those guys laughing about a fresh batch of vault login credentials. It sure helps to have this work in the bar, but are there any good-guys left?

AD2252 March: Whoah, how many feds are here now? They don't need to wear the uniform - i know 'em when i smell 'em. Too many to be a test. These guys are up to something. Gotta be careful. They won't spot me as long as they keep thinking i'm just the happy beer brewer. Stay smiley. Gotta follow 'em tonight though - if they found a fresh vault, it could have a GECK. My one big goal! I can't get it, but at least i could track it.

AD2252 March: Jackpot! Those guys DID find a vault! They set up camp by the big door. Guess that delayed 'em for a bit. Good. Now just stay low. Stay quiet. And watch 'em. If they get in, i'm sure it will be loud, and if they find any special items, i'll get one brief chance to detect that in their movements. Maybe. No snoring tonight...

Supplemental, same night: Dear God, please help whoever is inside to be strong. And if you're in there, people, don't trust anyone out here, for cryin' out loud. Stay back from the door, because they brought explosives. Gotta be expensive. I rather hope the door holds. I might have to change positions here too - i noticed a sentry detail scouting the camp's perimeter. Don't want any more risk than this already is. Ding-dang sniper rifle was hard to get.

AD2252 May: Ha! They must be so disappointed. Aw. Have to go victimize someone else this time. Bastards. The big door would not budge. Good for you guys inside. Feds gonna camp this place though for a year i bet until they figure a way in. Okay, this is my life now, watching a vault.

AD2253 Summer: Sorry for not writin' more. Been keeping things even. I make it out to the vault every couple weeks just to see if that big door has moved. It hasn't. I wonder...maybe they aren't even alive in there? A grizzly scene. Think about Christmas to get that out of my head. It's gotta open some day. I hope i don't miss it. Glad the feds left.

AD2254 Jan: I knew it! I missed it! That door is open! I can't even believe it! Got bored, snuck up here in the middle of the night. Stupid thing to do. I know better than this. Too much risk. Whatever. Things attack me all the time - i always live through it now. Guess this is what getting careless is like. Anyway, glad i came because at least now i know - that vault is open now. Does anyone know about this yet? Seems like the feds would be swarming the place if they knew. Seems like i'd see someone around the entrance if it was opened by the dwellers. Nothing. Nobody. Dead black inside. Maybe it opened on a timer. What are the chances someone could run in there, check it, loot anything and get out? Should i try it?
 
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Re: Journal of the Officer
« Reply #5 on: April 27, 2016, 12:47:23 AM »
Amazing job! Please guys! Post your own version of a "personal log" placed before January 2254! Let's see what we can come up with!

2254 is a very special year. VERY SPECIAL year. The entire world changed in 2254.

http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Timeline#2254

What if you had actually spent your entire life underground, not knowing of the outside world, and one day you were forced to just pick up and leave?
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Re: Journal of the Officer
« Reply #6 on: May 28, 2016, 11:38:37 PM »
Team Alpha, Explorer's Log
Today was a Special day. I finally found what I was looking for all these years, one of the big abandoned military bunkers some say don't even exist. It was a tough challenge, as ecxpected, but I call it a win.

I began this personal quest as a specialized encounter finder. The big goal was always the abandoned military bunker, manned by deadly robots, because very special items were rumored to be in there. And I was taught all of the skills needed: how to fix mechanical things, how to fix computer tech, how to pick locks, even how to make and use bombs. I was fast on my feet too, exploring the whole map every day. Like a true Scout, I retained detailed map info and knew where to find what and who. I was no sniper, but could use a shotgun just fine. And that's just what I would need some day when I found this special place. Robots hate EMP damage, and I knew how to make EMP shotgun shells.

I had to be a patient guy though. It took a long time to build a 3-man team of combat companions first. I screened so many, dismissing most who just did not make the grade. After a while though, my persistence paid off. I'm up to 3 out of 4. All 3 are as agile as they get, and now with all this training and practice, they're little tanks ready for assignment.

No complaints about the time either. During their training, I found a Vertibird! Found a Little Shelter with Hardended Power Armor too, plus a Vindicator minigun, a Pulse Rifle, an old medical clinic, a crashed Nuka Cola truck, a forgotten warehouse full of handy nick-nacks, and more.

But today...today was the big score: the military bunker, and it was manned by killer robots. I set up a tent there and flew in some supplies. Assembled the team, geared them with the best Combat Armor and Pancor Jackhammers, then distributed EMP shells to them all. We started our approach...

The place was deadly. I did not expect to lose so much hair. The control terminal was tricky, but I got the lights on which apparently brought the whole place to life. A Mr Handy defense-bot powered up and the Companion team killed it before I could say anything. The other doors were solid, locked tight. Fine, on to level 2. But first, whoa, I felt like I was melting. We retreated back to the staging tent, and I had to leave the team there while I found a doctor. The doc in Junktown was available, glad to say. Fixed me up quick and cheap. Back to the tent. I hope the basement is rad-free.

Elevator is working now, so we hit level 2. I stationed the team near the elevator. Got past the energy door, and into the main "hallway of death", killed one sentry bot and led the other robots back within range of the team. The companions cleaned up! Calmed down, healed everyone and pressed on...

Back into the main hallway, moved the team up and stationed them there. Suddenly a door opened and everyone was attacked by multiple targets. One companion went down, and so did I! I was knocked unconscious but the rest of the team took care of business. When I woke up, the hallway was calm again. We drug Suzy out of there. She'll need some time, but Simon and Mina were still good to go, and now I was back to full strength too. Okay, what else...

Explored the rest of level 2, and the team was doing well. Then we really got hit hard. I mean we were all clobbered. Guess we were getting too close to something important. Had to regroup and reassemble back at the tent. Suzy was back on her feet by then, thank God. Everyone was feeling frosty again and ready to finish the job.

Back to level 2. Made 'em pay. It was like the whole team went into overdrive. We took down all the remaining targets without taking hardly a scratch. Cut our way to the admin office. Here's where my Lockpick skills were tested. I passed. I kept finding these color-coded key cards too, and this last one must be the best one, being locked up like this.

One more room down the main hall. Don't touch it. I have a bad feeling about that room. First let's see if this key card gets us into those rooms back on level 1. I saw a computer down here with info about a super robot called Nemezis. Logged out when I saw that. Is that what's in that room at the end of the hall? I bet it is. Maybe we'll come back.

Think strategy. What we did on level 2 worked. Let's stick to the plan. Station the team down here, and I'll get these doors open. I'll pull whatever is in there down the hall within range of the team. That way we'll have 4 guns shooting targets, not just 1.

Worked like a charm, despite the fact that 2 sentry bots were ready in there with dual miniguns, and two more just like them in each room! What a fight. I love it when a plan comes together.

Wow look at all the ammo crates. What's this...Power Armor! And some sort of energy pistol I've never seen before - looks like it came out of a classic sci-fi series from the 1960s! Ha-ha, what a day. Ahhh yes, hello mister wall safe...

And the clouds parted and there was light, and it shown down upon my new Strength implant. Let's get this stuff out of here before someone else shows up.

Okay, now let's see about that big toughie in the basement. I bet he's hiding something too...

-Captain Felix Uhnger
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Re: Journal of the Officer
« Reply #7 on: May 29, 2016, 01:39:13 AM »
Fuckin' awesome :O
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« Reply #8 on: May 29, 2016, 03:35:31 AM »
Thanks, Matt. Based on a true story :)