Hello! I know exactly what you are wondering? "Where have you been for the past few months?" Brainstorming, school, and trying to find the computer. I am writing this on my school laptop, and I find this a bit more convenient. The next chapter to many parents is on my mother's one, and we are looking for it. That will be emailed and I will use this one as much as possible. During the summer, the school laptops are turned in for maintenance and I won't be able to use this. Expect fewer updates during summer, as it will be more for brainstorming. Many of you might have a mobile game called "The Trail." It's a frontier game, and if you see someone named Garth and wearing a blue hat, that's me! Anyway, The Trail has no fanfiction section, so this is technically a solely Fallout story, but it's a crossover. This is a prequel, and I need you to figure this out. The main character is completely up to you, so you decide their species, gender, and faction. You could have a synth that escaped and is looking for a new life, or a Legionary looking for sanctuary away from the madness of the Legion. A Brotherhood scribe looking for info, anything. There will be requirements, though. First, no Vault Dweller, Chosen One, Courier, Lone Wanderer or Sole Survivor. That breaks the lore. Second, kind of like Zion, a certain area in the Pacific Northwest was exempt from the bombs. Third, you have to have a basic background. I will provide an example.
Name: Garth Wilkins
Gender: Male
Age: 55
Species: (Human, Ghoul, Synth or Super Mutant) Human
Short background (5 sentences): A former Brotherhood paladin looking for something to do after he was released from active duty, given the honor to keep his power armor. He hears rumors in the Command that say there is a section in the Pacific Northwest that needed mapping and volunteers. He takes his power armor, three hundred caps (chits) and a small pack and leaves. He takes a boat ride, taking 300 chits leaving him with none. He arrives and finds a guide to Eden Falls.
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"When the bombs fell on October 23, 2077, the world was forever changed. In some ways, for the worse. Instead of crabs that would pinch at your toes we got man sized mirelurks that ate your toes, along with the rest of you. Some people were preparing for the apocalypse decades before it happened. But some people also looked towards the past.
"Since the days where modern amenities cut out much of the hassle of day to day life, people sought new ways to fill their timetables. Some took to gardening, or reading. Others looked upon the days of the American Civil War and wished they could be a part of that time, and live like they did. These people soon formed groups that would perform historical reenactments of historical events. The Civil War was always at the top of the chain, but Pre-War America would be nothing without another historical event; the Oregon Trail.
"The Oregon Trail was started when the Louisiana Purchase doubled the size of the America, and after Lewis and Clark had mapped it, people wanted to stake their claim with this new, and fertile land. People hoisted their earthly belongings onto a wagon, and started walking. The trail officially began at Independence, a then town in Illinois. They would buy enough supplies, things they didn't have already, and left. The journey took thousands of lives, but to those who made it, made it big.
"After the bombs fell, and the nuclear winter had settled, people started hearing rumors about a frontier lifestyle reemerging up around Oregon, Washington and Canada. The Jet peddlers on the Jet Road had claimed that anyone was welcome up there, Ghouls were given equal rights, Humans could live free from raiders, and Super Mutants had rights to a decent education. While many claimed the peddlers were high on their own swill, many had their curiosity get the better of them. Sure enough, there was an old ghoul who called himself Charon and would give you rides to a coast town for 300 caps, or chits as they call it up there. From there, it was only 15 kilometers to a town called Eden Falls.
"I have ventured up there myself and have seen the beauty of green trees, and normal wildlife. A fruit common to the Pre-War era called an apple, was there in bulk and a fresh, un-mutated fruit is something that has replaced my wildest fantasies. In fact, there was a woman up there that had a way of getting around, and once appeared right in front of me when I closed up my pack. But that, is a story for another day. ED-NA, end recording."