Sample prologue
By: Fangsasaurus
(A test to see how the site works etc etc etc. This is an OC in the Fallout universe.)
The sun beat down on the sunbaked ground with endless cruelty. Most commonplace creatures that travelers were so accustomed to dealing with were hiding in their dens, including even the Mole Rats that were so prevalent in this area. Of course, in Mid-Summer near the heart of Texas, it's expected to be hotter than literal Hell.
The traveler stood on a hill, overlooking the small town of Landfall, situated on a cliff face directly under an outcropping of rock. He would love to be there, under the constant shade, but as the most experienced combat expert in the town, he was constantly placed on guard duty. He was a tall and slender man, with blue eyes and short choppy blonde hair. He wore a brown and cracking duster with jeans and a Kevlar vest underneath its open face.
Crack
The man spun on his heel, pulling his rifle up to his shoulder and aiming down the iron sights. He didn't see anything, but he knew he wasn't safe. Then he saw the problem. The ground was cracking, meaning something was under him, digging, and it knew he was there. He slowly began backing up, making his way away from Landfall so this creature wouldn't be endangering the town he'd lived in for… As many years as he could remember.
Crack Crack
It was behind him now, and before he could turn he heard the ground burst open behind him, warm rock beating against his duster as four gangly hairy limbs grabbed out at him. With quick movements he was able to release two rounds over his shoulder and reach for his knife, which seemed useless as the creature pulled him closer.
The eight glowing eyes of the tremendous spider looked down at him as it reared it's head back, trying to get it's oversized pincers in place to rip the human's head off. Then only three were looking down, then none as the body loosened up and the human fell to the floor.
He looked at the charred hair on the creature then up the hill at the creature up above, a protectron unit, Alpha Kombat model 47. The robot made its way down the hill offered a human like hand to its master. "Are you feeling alright Master Conner? The creature did not harm you? Your biological charts read positive," The robot would go on as he helped the human up, who was constantly telling it to shut up.
Crack
The robot immediately stopped talking, it's forearms separating and sliding up the 'bicep', revealing two plasma cannons below the silver hull. The man smiled as he shouldered his rifle, the cracks emanating from all around them. The two had lived through worse, they can live through this. The smile was still visible, even as the ground around them exploded.