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Starlll: And let it begin!
Scypris: Good. (Shoots his gun in the air, to signal the start of something)
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Disclaimer: My disclaimer from the last chapter still stands.
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Chapter 11: The Behemoth King
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Scypris and Daniel walked through the wasteland.
"THREEEE DOOOOOOOG!" The voice on Scypris' Pip-Boy howled. "Here to give you the latest news on what's going down in the wasteland! It's been a whole week since that no-good raider died in the explosion. Yup, he's dead alright!" Then his mood turned sad. "But this is where it gets kind of sad. You see, the explosion that killed him also took down the Underworld, home of the ghouls. There weren't any survivors. So if you get a chance, give a few nice thoughts to all of those innocent ghouls who lost their lives protecting us from that killer."
Scypris switched off his Pip-Boy.
"Sad, isn't it?" Daniel asked, itching his back with his shotgun. Scypris had disassembled Daniel's Hunting Rifle to improve his own. This was no problem with Daniel, though. It was more of a ranged weapon, anyway. He preferred the close-ness of the shotgun. "All those people who died?"
"Very sad." Scypris said, not looking back at him.
"What was that raider's name, anyway? That dude on the radio said he refused to repeat his name, something about an oath of silence."
"I don't know." He lied.
"But if you had to guess, what would you say?" Daniel persisted, stepping around a rock which he would have otherwise tripped over.
Scypris was about to make up a name when they heard a shout.
"Hey, you! Hey, down there!" There was a man shouting from on top of a cliff. "What are you doing? This is Super Mutant territory!"
Scypris looked at him quizzically through the new pair of reflective sunglasses he traded with a caravan to get. Normally, he would have just killed the caravan and taken them off of his corpse, but Daniel was there. Scypris had to take the innocent route for once.
"Super Mutant territory?" Daniel repeated, confused.
"Yes!" Shouted the man, climbing down from the cliff on a ladder. He was clearly in his sixties, as he had wrinkled skin and salt-and-pepper hair. He had a sniper rifle on his back and a pair of binoculars in his hand. "Every day, I see at least twenty of them, bringing dead Yao Guai to their king! The King Behemoth!" He shouted.
"Listen, Old man." Scypris said, annoyed. "The Supers have been driven out of this part of the Wasteland a long time ago by the Talon Mercs. You're going crazy with age. Now let us through."
"Don't say I didn't warn you!" He shouted, letting them past the cliff. "The King will kill us all!"
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Even though Scypris reassured him nearly five times that the old man was crazy, Daniel was still afraid that they might run into super mutants.
"If there were super mutants, then there would be centaurs. And if there are centaurs, we would KNOW. You can smell them from a mile away." Scypris explained.
"But what if there weren't any? Like, the King wanted centaur meat, so they slaughtered them all-"
"There IS NO SUCH THING as a Super Mutant King. Master? Yes. Behemoth? Yes. Overlord? Yes. But there is no such thing as a Super Mutant King."
Then, Daniel saw something. It was as tall at the bridges which were once highways, like a moving mountain. It had the same build as a Behemoth, just bigger. Much bigger. It had a truck attached to a giant pole in one hand, and a nuclear bomb next to the other. It was sitting on the ground, nothing special like a throne. It didn't need one. It was big enough to dwarf entire houses, entire towns. If it saw them, it would probably pick up the nuke next to it's hand and throw it like a football, dropping a mushroom cloud right on them.
"Quiet." Scypris whispered almost instantly. "You speak, you die. You speak, you die."
Daniel nodded and they began to walk softly away. Quietly. Quietly. Quietly, so the giant mutated freak doesn't decide to turn us into a mushroom cloud...
Then there was the sound of Centaurs. Shit. They were seen.
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Starlll: Yes, I know that it's kind of a cliché to make a huge Behemoth, but you've gotta' admit: I'm literally pulling these chapters out of my back end. This is my third chapter in almost four hours. And my sister is watching Forest Gump in the background, so you can imagine my pain. Whether you like that movie or hate it, interpret it any way you want.
Scypris: Anyway, Starlll here found out that he still has until late tomorrow until he has to finish this, so this will be the last chapter for today.
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Days until Fallout: New Vegas comes out: 4
