i jus.... want to rp arcade gannon... thate is all

i am lonley

<p>If theres an open RP slot that you have available, or that you know is available, please, message me.  </p>

just seeing if this place is ded

<p><span style="color:rgb(34,34,34);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:12.8px;font-weight:normal;">The New California sun rose over the mountains. A caravan of tired troops and their supplies came in from the outpost in the Mojave. Many had spent too long fighting a brutal war with the antithesis of their society. Others had been biding their time before their tour was over so they could get away from the war. All were glad to see their homes ahead of them. </span>  During their journey home, curiously, they were accompanied by a kindly Brotherhood of Steel Knight in full power armor, who kept very close to a particular Veteran Ranger. In all honesty, they were mutually keeping close to one another.  Upon entering the settlement of Shady Sands, Ranger Shane Maverick and his shining companion, Knight Diana Rike, skipped the pleasantries and rehearsed speech from the attending Colonel, showed identification, and went along into the city. To say the city was impressive was nothing short of an understatement. Within a century, it had grown to a considerable size, though now it's economy was impacted by war. Shane's memory of the streets came back. He knew the way, partly. The place he needed to find was a particular casino... Lucky Shot. By an ultimate stroke of excellent marketing, a Gun Runners kiosk was directly across from the casino. </p>

<p>"Oh, that's just disgusting." </p><p>Roland Kerst's foot sank up to his ankle in the muck. All he had wanted was a shortcut, but hey, this was Post-Apocalyptic Florida. Shortcuts here were much longer than expected. </p><p>The traveling Ghoul was on a journey down the East Coast again, traveling down to the likely still irradiated Gulf of Mexico. On the way, however, he remembered a rather important landmark he'd want to visit. </p><p>"Go to Cape Canaveral," he muttered, ridiculing himself as he pulled himself out of the mud, "It'll be a great time, I said." He was traveling through one of the outskirt cities of the Space Center, one whose name he just couldn't remember. He wasn't even in the actual swamplands, no, he was walking down a street and accidentally stepped in a hole. Back when the Great War cleansed the Earth, the entirety of Florida's climate got extreme to the point that everywhere was a swamp. He was amazed people still lived down here. </p><p>"Just another day's walk," he muttered again, "That's all I need." Looking around, he found a mostly intact building, a post office, where it seemed clear to spend the night. </p><p>"Might as well," he said, shrugging off the burden on his shoulders as he went to the ruin. </p>

<p>( Right now this is open, and I'm going to use my character Exobyte ) "I need to go to Diam-No, they have a ban on synths, how about Sanctu-No, minutemen" Exobyte was trying to think of where he could go to trade, as he sat at a red rocket station near diamond city </p>

<p>"Oh, this is so exciting!" Diana said, as the trio walked along a stretch of ruined road, "I mean, I got to go outside of the bunker before, but this way it's even more fun! I've never had a group with me before!" </p><p>They had just started on their journey from McCarran to Novac, Diana in her massive suit of Power Armor behind the Ghoul and the Ranger. Roland was already chugging a bottle of irradiated water, drinking about half before he capped it back down. </p><p>"We got a bit of a walk to Novac anyway," he said, wiping his lips with his sleeve, "So I suppose we should stop by that restaurant on the way. You know, the one near REPCONN." </p>

<p>It was a Normal day in Norton Texas. It was sunny and as hot as a fire ants breath. But bill palmer didnt care he simply wanted a drink and if possible a lead on the raider gang he was hired to put in the grave. "Priorities bill, liqueur first richtoeous murder second." He thought to himself slighty amused as he walked into the town with his faithful canine bandit at his side. </p>

<p>As the verti-bird takes of men can be seen reading the weapons for an all out assault on the city, with everyone from hardened power armor troopers to fresh recruits are packed into verti-birds all headed south for New Portland City. </p><p>Colonel Samuel himself loads his gun before looking at the video uplink and studying maps. Roland ride has still not left and is still waiting for Roland. </p>

<p>The Ex-Courser looks back at the gaping hole that used to be the Institute with slight regret. "That's behind me now" She said, barely audble. She looks around her now, seeing the Commonwealth looming ahead of her now, this time there's no one in control of her. </p>

<p>It had been over a month since Richard Adams met the strange and mysterious canine-human woman he called 'Skie' and essentially educated her to the knowledge common to people in the Wasteland. As far as he was concerned, she was a living, breathing person. One that he so happened to enjoy spending time with. </p><p>On a particularly colder day in a colder season, Richard was working on his newly aquired laser assault rifle, polishing the focusing crystals and such. </p>

<p>Ranger Shane Maverick went through Hidden Valley from the south. He'd been walking all night without rest, pacing briskly. He ate his last piece of brahmin jerky some hours ago and was running low on purified water. To top it off, he was going through a blinding sandstorm and could barely see anything through the night-vision optics in his helmet. Oddly enough, there wasn't much more than a breeze blowing his duster back. </p><p><i>Dammit... I gotta get back on the road... No telling what's out here...</i> </p><p>He'd heard of there being a large nest of Radscorpions nearby and hoped they weren't out for an evening hunt. </p>

<p>As the cold wind whistled around him, Colonel Samuel stopped walking and stepped into a old log cabin to get away from the raging blizzard outside. He sat down and took out a copy of Sun Tzu's Art Of War and laid down his Gauss rifle, after lighting a fire in the cabin's small fire place to warm himself. He began re-reading the first chapter for the 12th time when he heard a crack, he quickly grabbed his Gauss rifle and steps out side with his rifle in hand. To find, to his relief a vault 122 dweller who waves and continues walking. </p><p>The colonel quickly scuttles back inside, in order to escape the brutal snow storm and the cold weather that came with it. He picks back up where he left off and spends two more hours reading, but is interrupted by the sudden noise of the bell connected to the trip wire he had set up ringing. He quickly responds by grabbing his Gauss Rifle and hoping behind the sandbag barricade he had built facing the door, aiming his rifle directly at the door. </p>

<p>The light from the flashlight sputtered, as it cast over the steel and concrete walls of the bunker. a grunt, a slap, and the light shone well again, highlighting a telltale mark: A flag of the Old World. Thirteen Stars surrounding a large star, with stripes flowing downward. This was the place. </p><p>Diana Rike, member of the Brotherhood of Steel, was on a special mission. This bunker was recently found by scouts heading slightly South of the Mojave, and was said to be full of traps, robots, and most importantly, sweet, sweet technology, ripe for the salvaging. </p><p>So it was a surprise when Diana got there and saw three things: broken robots, set-off traps, and a security system that wouldn't shup up until Diana hacked her way into yet another terminal. Then she saw something, something that she would not have expected to see in a centuries-old bunker. </p><p>Blood drips. </p><p>"Hello?" she called out, holding her Plasma Defender in the opposite hand from the flashlight, "Who's in here?" She could hear her voice echo in the darkness, and felt very, very small. </p>

<p>The Years After Adams Air Force Base..... </p><p>Colonel Samuel burst into a ruined Vim! Pop factory with a pack of Deathclaws right on his tail. He quickly shuts the door and sits down laying his Gauss Rifle up against a wall well he checks his Advanced Recon Stealth Armor which is a Pre-War armor hybrid between Chinese Stealth Armor and Elite Riot Armor. However a masked Enclave officer walks up from behind a pile of rubble and draws his weapon on Samuel. </p>

<p>It's 9:00 PM on a cold winter night in January with a blizzard raging outside while Colonel Samuel prepare and his men for a raid on the camp of a group of Super Mutant that have been raiding the nearby town of Houlton. Colonel Samuel will soon leave the Mount Katahdin Air Force Base via Verti-Bird to raid the camp however their might be some hostile or friendly Mainers who come to the base to trade or attack it and loot every last weapon in the place. As in Maine it's more feral, brutal, and unforgiving than an other wasteland in what's left of the United States and that's why Maine is called the Death Trap Wasteland now instead of vacationland. (Please Have Your Character That You Use Be From Maine Or Have A Plausible Reason For Being In Maine And A Resonable Way To Get There If You Charter Is Not In The New England Area Already) </p>

<p>Jason was exploring the Commonwealth, his scar clearly showing under the light of an old streetlight. Not far away he heard a loud smash followed up by a roar. He had to find shelter, fast. He spotted a Red Rocket truck stop and sprinted to it. When he got to it he found it was musty inside but it would have to do as a temporary shelter. </p>

<p><i>The Days after Quincy...</i> </p><p>Richard Adams was wandering through the Commonwealth. His blonde hair was cleanly cut and fairly professional looking. He wore a combat chestplate underneath an unzipped leather jacket with a set of jeans and combat boots. Holstered to his thigh was a hefty looking Laser Pistol with a Charging Barrel and a Reflex Sight. Sheathed to his belt was what looked like an Assaultron Blade made into a Revolutionary Sword. He carried a knapsack with something that looked like a wooden rifle stock and a half a pool cue sticking out of the bag flap. </p><p>He could see the sky growing dark and green as a radiation storm started to brew. He found an auto repair garage with apartments above it and the garage door unlocked. So he slid the heavy metal door open, which audibly creaked as he did, before stepping in and closing it. He found a locking mechanism and sealed the door shut before looking inside the garage itself. There sat a workbench next to a parked Highwayman, rusted, but in decent shape. The seats inside were still intact and looking like a good place to rest. Perhaps it would be good to sleep... </p>

<p>Combat rifle in hand, trench coat flapping in the wind behind him, Christopher Andrews, the Boy fom Before the War, made his way into Bunker Hill by nightfall. He slunged his rifle bacross hhis back and looked around for Helen, a Synth he knew. Callan Barker had told her to run and here was his only lead. </p>