Scypris
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Joined 01-15-10, id: 2218169, Profile Updated: 04-18-10

(A tape recorder with a load of static slowly comes into play.)

Day 4

My name is Scypris Co(Last name gets drowned out by static). I am among the last million humans left on this Earth. The year is (static). There has been a massive nuclear war about 200 years ago. That war was the holocaust. It turned most of the world into a vast wasteland. Millions of people have been exposed to radiation and have turned into what you would call ghouls. These ghouls are cannibals, they are disgusting, and overall, they are merciless.

You think seeing some spider is creepy? Try walking through an abandoned mine with giant ant eggs everywhere, and old miners logs and tools. Ugh, I feel a tickle down my back just thinking about it.

But anyway, I found a weird machine. It says that now I'm back in the early two thousands. The golden years. That's what we were taught where I was from, anyway.

Then again, any day before that war sounded like the golden ages.

I stole a computer at a store. It's screen is pretty dark, though. I wonder how people can see through it.

There's a small battery thing next to it with a low meter on it, so I'm trying to use this recorder I swiped on my way out the store to record my thoughts. I'm on a mission to find out where I am, and when I am.

People never give me a straight answer, here, though. They are acting just like the people did at a place called Tranquility Lane. Tranquility Lane was a computerized place where a few people felt sane. I saw a movie the other day. It was called "The Matrix" or something. Maybe it isn't that popular, I just saw it at some tv that was for sale. Anyway, in the beginning, a guy asks another guy to take one of two pills. A red one or a blue one. Had he taken the blue one, he probably would have ended up at Tranquility Lane.

I'm not sure whether this is just another Tranquility Lane or not.

Here's to hoping it's not.

Scypris.

Raider.

Mercenary.

Conscious.


Day 6

This place is so strange. One man held a knife to my neck and yelled to give him all my money. So I twisted his hand, probably broke it. He slashed across my arm, but then I gripped his other hand which was holding his knife, then stabbed him with his own knife in the throat. I probably don't need to say it, but he died quickly.

Instantly, everyone broke down. One girl started crying while her mom dragged her away. A guy with a blue uniform yelled at me to get down on the floor and held a gun at me, and another guy just freaked out and fell onto the floor.

"He's having a heart attack." I warned the man in the uniform. "If you shoot me, he won't get help in time." The man in the uniform hesitated, turning to the man with the heart attack. I took that as a sign to run, which I did. I saw a few other people in that same uniform. I'm guessing that they're a brotherhood of some kind, like the Brotherhood of Steel back at the Capitol Wasteland.

I have that man's knife, by the way. The man I killed. The knife's nothing special, just a pocket knife. Well, it may not be good for defense, but it has a bunch of weird other things, like small picks and a screwdriver. I just wish I had a chance to pillage the guy's body after I killed him. I could at least buy something to eat.

Speaking of food, I'd better go find some. I could probably get it from a trashcan-though I get some really strange looks when I do that.

--Scypris


Day 10

Today I finally have some bit of a plan. I'm going to find where I am. It shouldn't be that strange of a question, right? I mean, I see people asking others all the time where they are. Not nearly as hard as figuring out when you are.

Right?

Wrong.

I'm getting too specific of an answer. One guy said main street. Another said something like 'near the bank'. So annoying. And you want to know something else I noticed? I can't give myself a shot of rad-away without getting a bunch of funny looks and people muttering "I will never do drugs".

But I do remember one thing: the two thousands were the year with the first black president! If I find out who the current president is, and if he's black, then that narrows it down to... how long do presidents last? Damn the Wasteland's lack of any kind of government! Well, at least a decade.

Anyway, I'm trying to find shelter for the night. For the past few days, I've been sleeping outside, or in some library thing. But then something indescribable happened:

Water fell from the sky.

I heard of rain in the bible my dad used to read to me (long pause) but I never really saw it. I love it. I mean, people keep talking about how people don't have clean water. Clean water supply. That's something that never changed. People always complained that they didn't have anything but alcohol to drink.

I stayed into the rain for about an hour, drinking from puddles in the ground. But then the cold got to me. My clothes were soaked through, and my throat hurt. I decided to go to that library where I spent the night the other day.

--Scypris

Oh, yeah, and you're probably wondering what happened to the laptop I stole. It wouldn't turn on again, so I just put it in a trash can and walked away. That thing had like, no battery life.


Day 11

I pet a dog today.

I asked a woman where I was (I'm still not giving up on that), and she had a large dog with her. It was probably a good few feet tall. She yelled something like "Thor, kill!" (I'm guessing Thor is the name of the dog). The dog started barking at me, so I stuck the flat of my palm near his face, like I did the first time I met my dog, Dogmeat. My hand is too flat to bite on, so he just kind of licked it. Then I petted his neck, and he did that tail thing that dogs do when they're happy.

I looked up at his owner, said he was a good dog, and walked away. She was baffled.

It made me think of my dog, Dogmeat. I wonder if he's still waiting for me by Vault 101. He's a good dog (and a hell of a fighter), and he really is a lot better of a traveling companion than a person like Jericho.

Jericho is an ex-raider I met. He's fairly old (in his mid-forties), so no other raiders will take him into their raiding party. He's pretty annoying, considering that whenever I take him with me for a contract or to explore, we need twice as much ammo. That and he has terrible armor.

I wish I had Dogmeat with me. He's really the only friend I have.


Day 43

Men are chasing after me. They're trained professionals, and right now I'm hiding from them. They attack me everywhere. When I get out of subways, inside of stores, when I'm on a metro, everywhere.

They don't wear black clothes, nor do they have phone cords coming out of their pockets or sunglasses. They look just like regular people. If I'm not always alert, then I'll have a gun at my throat. Luckily, I've been able to take weapons off of them. Ammo, too. But the weird thing is, the weapons are a PART of them. Their hands just morph into it. I have to cut it off with a knife if I intend to keep it. I've been able to score a 10mm pistol off of one of them, which is my weapon of choice.

They keep coming at me, relentlessly. I've killed more than I can count, and they still find me.

I'm hiding from them right now. I found an old condemned building that nobody was using, so I set up a few defenses, and even a small panic room if the need arises. It should hold out for long enough. I've already got a few leads as to where some of the higher ups ar(sound of a puddle splashing) shit. They found me. I have to go.


Day 47

I've slept for 12 hours today. I can't remember the last time I broke 6!

Anyway, I had to move out of that makeshift home that I spent so much time making, because they found my location. Anyway, I (sound of a distant gun being fired) HELL!! (More gunfire) (Gunfire) YOU LIKE THAT?! EAT LEAD!! (More gunfire) OH GOD!! PINEAPPLE!! (Grenade explosion) MY LEG!! Oh, you're gonna get hell for that!! (Rapid-fire bullets) Yeah, bitch!! (gunfire starts to cease) Yeah? (Shoots the gun one more time)

Oh f#ck. That grenade got some of my leg. I have to burn it closed. Oh god. (sound of several pots and pans being knocked over) Okay, now I just have to pull my leg onto the counter-AUUGH!! Okay, turn on the oven. Hell, which knob? I'll just use them all...

(Loud screaming and cussing)

Oh god... my god, it hurts! (starts reciting the bible) I... I am omega (screams) I am alpha. I give to-Hell! Hell!-I give unto all water. I (augh) am life-SHIT!! IT HURTS!! IT HURTS!!... I give to all life... revelation 2.16... oh god... oh god... (static fades out)

Day 48

I passed out, there. I lost all feeling in my leg, but luckily, I managed to turn off some of the dials as I went out. I have to walk. I have to walk out of here, and to a different town. I lost all of the little money I made, and so basically, I'm screwed. But I'm not going to stop fighting. I'm going to get up on three. One... two... oh god! IT HURTS!! Okay... okay...

I'm going to have to pickpocket someone. Nothing much, just a few hundred to get out of this city. I have a map book. Maybe I'll find a cab and go to the Jefferson Memorial. Oh, yeah, I never got a chance to tell you: I'm in Washington D.C.


Day 50

(Static fades in)

So, the pick-pocketing went off without a hitch. I got a cab, and told the driver to take me to Point Lookout. Then I realized that it wouldn't be called that for another 200 years or so. So, after thinking for a while, I remembered and told her to drive me to Maryland. She drove me for a good while, when she swerved into an alleyway, and pulled a knife to my neck. She was about to cut my throat out when I pulled my gun up and blew her eyes out. It took five bullets until she went down, and even then I had to get her a few times to keep her dead.

I just don't get how bullet-resistant some people can be.

Anyway, I got out of the car and RAN, because more of those assholes are coming.

I ripped open the engine of the car (gotta love adrenalin), and shot the oil tank. Then damn thing leveled the alley and some of the building next to it. I must have taken down three more of those guys before I finally got away.

I have a contact in Point Lookout, though. His name is Desmond, and I just can't wait to see what he looks like with skin on his face.


Day 53

(Two men are on the recorder now, Scypris, and another man with a bit of a harsh tone.)

Scypris: Desmond, I need your help.

Desmond: Excuse me? Who are you?

Scypris: My name is Scypris (static). You have two dogs, named (static), but you refer to the as your 'pups', occasionally your 'precious' pups. You have a failsafe hidden somewhere along

with a panic room encase your family enemy, the Cal(static)ts ever do manage to do something to you. I'm from the future.

Desmond: Unless you're someone who I know who decided to get some plastic surgery to play a joke on me, I'll believe you.

Scypris: Just like that?

Desmond: Hey, it's not like I tell all that crap to everyone I meet. Anyway, I repeat my question: Who are you? And turn off the recorder or I'll shoot you-I don't care if I know you or not.

Scypris: I don't know about that.

Desmond: Fine. We don't turn it off. (Sound of a gun cocking) I'll shoot it instead.

Scypris: That's okay, I'll turn it off.


Day 53, part 2

Okay, so Desmond told me everything I needed to know, and then some. According to him, the people who keep coming after me are called "Nightmares", and that I "entered the realm of the wake or crap without permission. This place is f(static)ed up. Anyway, he says that I have to come in contact with these people called "Dreamers" to put me "back to sleep" if I want to live.

Now, that all sounds like the biggest piece of shit I've heard of since Three Dog started to get reports on the Capitol Wasteland, but hey, it's the first lead I got for over a month.

So, how I get in touch with those guys he mentioned is unknown to me. Luckily, Desmond is traveling with me, so I won't be as easy of a target.

Desmond: Hey! What have I told you about that thing!

Scypris: All I know is that you told me this crazy bullshit story, so until then, I'm going to keep doing this.

Desmond: Or what? You think I haven't been shot before? If anything, I'll kill you before you even get that piece of crap gun out.

Scypris: Tell me more about those Dreamers, then.

Desmond: Aside from the freaking screwed up name? Most of them are complete charlatans. They like to find out crap and then dangle the fact that they know it and we don't in front of our faces. Anyway, whatever the find out about US, they say they find out about from our dreams. Yeah, I think it's an invasion of our privacy, too.

Scypris: So what do they DO, exactly?

Desmond: They say they do some crap to protect our dreams.

Scypris: Doing a pretty shitty job, if you ask me.

Desmond: I agree with that, but those people they fight, the Nightmares, they're real enough. I can't exactly tell you much more, just bits and pieces.

Scypris: Fine.


Day 55

I'm in deep shit. It's so deep, I'm swimming in the crap.

Desmond sent me up here, stole my 10mm and locked me in this room on the 10th floor of a building. Bitch set me up.

I could hear the "Nightmares" as Desmond called them, pounding on the door. I shot open the window with a small .32 pistol I had hidden in my shoe. Then I shot the other windows (they were all painted shut, you see), so they couldn't tell which one I went through. I climbed up a drainage pipe, and then went down a fire escape.

I heard them finally smash through the door as I reached the second floor, and then I jumped over the edge, and through the window of another building.

The glass shattered around me. I probably scared the shit out of the family that was living there. Now, that normally wouldn't be my problem, but they're frigging louder than a missile launcher! It caught the attention of all those people trying to kill me, and half of the other people within a four-mile radius.

I ran through the building, and then got out, and ran some more.

I dodged past alleyways, climbed up more drain pipes, nearly fell off a 3-story building.

But let me tell you something:

Desmond, and the rest of those assholes who brought me into this, are going to hell.


Day 57

You know, I never understood religion. There are people who believe in a god called the "Great One" where I come from, and that is probably the most common religion.

But there is also a group who live in a town called Megaton. The town was built around a pre-war nuke, which never went off. That said, it still had a live, atomic core. So, people worshiped it, believing that when it finally went off, they would finally 'reach enlightenment', so to speak.

There is another group who live in a place called Rivet City, and they have a belief system which is probably closest to mine. They never named their god, just called him god. Which is why it is similar. I mean, there are a few interesting stories in there, so it makes a fairly okay read, but I never really believed in it. I could never wrap my head around the fact that if He truly loved us, he would let all of this happen to innocent people.

Innocence.

Heh. Like that's real.

Day 59

If I died, what would happen? I'm a raider with a two thousand cap bounty on my head. You get my head, and you could retire, along with your children, wife, and even pet dog. If I were to die, then it would save the hundreds of wastelanders and caravans that I would raid.

But if I die, then who would hunt Braun? Or Mr. Burke, Talon Company, or even Paradise Falls?

If I die, then the slavers, raiders, and "monsters" will continue.

There are people where I come from. They are called Regulators. They hunt me more than anything. They are the ones that put the bounty on my head. There is one that I want dead more than anything. He was the man who took the last thing I had from me. His name is Solo.

He took Amata.