Okay, so, I like Fallout now! Yes, that's why my username has changed. Anyway, I haven't uploaded anything in a while, and, well, why not start posting this? I won't be posting regularly but I'll do my best! Hope you enjoy this...

Vinny:

All I can see is emptiness. The sun beats down harshly and everything is dry and dusty. My footsteps are loud, sounding out across the barren landscape of what used to be D.C., broken only by burnt-out trees and the remains of houses.

I trudge along, the suit of power armor I'm wearing making my movements smooth, almost graceful, despite the heavy weight. At least it keeps me cool.

Everything seems to have a slight yellow tint as I pause and look around me, scanning the wasteland for attackers. Apparently this area is crawling with deathclaws. I know all too well how powerful they are; how dangerous they are.

As I scan the area, I catch sight of sunlight reflecting off something metal. It looks like someone is lay there so I approach slowly, plasma rifle ready, just in case they're hostile, although it doesn't seem like they can move, if of course this is a person and not just another hunk of metal dumped there by the bomb blasts two hundred years ago.

As I get closer, I see that this indeed is a person, head to toe in silver power armor. It's not until I'm only a few steps away that I see the insignia on the shoulder piece of their armor. They're with the Brotherhood of Steel.

Normally, I'd just leave a Brotherhood member to their fate, or end them myself. But…this feels different. My finger, out of instinct, slowly rests on the trigger of my rifle but it's like something is stopping me from pulling it, like something is holding me back. I instead lower the weapon and crouch next to the person, immediately seeing why they are pinned in place here. The fusion core on their power armor has ran out, and I know the armor will slowly crush them to death if I don't do something. Which I shouldn't…right? The Brotherhood is my sworn enemy…but again I have that weird feeling, one I can't explain.

I start looking for a way to get the armor off the person, my thoughts racing, my hands shaking slightly.

I don't know what I'm doing.

I don't know why I'm doing this.

I manage to somehow get the armor off and see the wearer is male, and alive. His hair is dark and messy, and he's staring at me in utter shock. Hatred flashes through his dark eyes, and I back off a little, confused at myself. He'll probably attack me once he's climbed out of his armor, and it'll be only my fault. It briefly crosses my mind that I've committed an act of treason against my own people.

What have I done?