Darcs

Is RPGuild dying?

Aeonumbra said I took about two looks at Iwaku, first of all. I hate the layout. So the guild has a bit of simplicity about it right now, so what. Does it work? Yea, so why are you complaining? "because it's not perfect all the time, and I don't have all the options I want, and, and, and" ... Neither does my local grocery store, do I still shop there? Yea. I agree with divinity, if you find something cool and shiny show people. But don't tell them that their light is dying just because you found a different one. Iwaku, from what I glanced at, has something about trophy points and ratings, and seriously, if that's what it takes for someone's spirit of roleplay to be nurtured, competitive point systems, I find that kind of ridiculous.Roleplaying is a great hobby of mine, I have the passion for writing but not the attention span to write a novel. Novels are lonely, and self-criticism often bums me out to the point of not writing at all. But coming to the guild, and being a GM myself, as well as a player, is about the only commitment I've had when it comes to writing (Free of will, of course). This place is like a home to me, full of strange and awkward people. So it takes a little longer to start up a new roleplay, so there's not as many new ones floating around anymore. I myself have been busy, and haven't been very active for a couple of months. Life will do that when you have a death in the family, when you put in time and effort on a new love interest, when you try to get your life back on track. Some leave, but some do not forget, and some come back. I am one of the people that will never leave. I'm sure there are plenty like me. As long as we gather and form the light, more will come. The guild is not "dying" and I feel it will only die if it goes offline, if it goes dark. I honestly hate all other roleplay sites, because I'm so used to the guild.Mahz has a life too. Personally, I've never even talked to Mahz, but I have seen some things he posts. Everybody has a life, roleplay is our passion, the guild is his. If he doesn't have time for it, if he doesn't have the money for it, even if it has been a year. You never know what it's like in someone else's shoes. The guild functions, it works, and that's good enough. You don't have the right to demand, or expect, anymore than you have. You are not entitled to anything but your opinion, so if you feel the guild is dying then leave. I would much rather have a smaller number of more committed players, than a high number of Houdini's (those who vanish). Honestly. The guild will never "die" because I will never leave. I can roleplay here, and that's good enough for me.

Prince said This isn't a problem. It's a topic. I'm on both RPGuild, Iwaku and other sites. A lot of this post has become RPGuild vs Iwaku, someone attacking the validity of stats (stats that I have for the past seven months, thus I know the trends of the site), and an overall emphasis on activity vs. community. I'll address all of it. All in all, I think both sides of this argument are wrong. No one wants to accept the faults that exist universally and apparently no one wants to accept that superiority-of-site is an opinion. You can present whatever criteria you use to make the decision, but to someone else it might be irrelevant. This isn't an objective case.

Hot damn these guys know what's up.

Fallout: Generals of the Yakima Republic | A Cooperative Military NRP

Pepperm1nts said If anyone needs a mission assigned, I wouldn't mind them being sent to assist me in taking the airport. That might help the process along. We can say the 1st Mechanized ran into some completely unexpected resistance, and possibly even guns capable of taking down armored vehicles. That way we can justify the slow progress down there... Maybe someone in the NCR supplied them with anti-tank guns.

Sounds like you need some sexy, stealthy, mutant sabotage.

Paradise

Cryptiic said Pholirite Pride! >:D

chukklehed said Also: Fae 4 Lyf suckas

Diggerton said Human>All

HylianRose said -starts Team Human-

All these non-Redguards thinking they can step to the true sons and daughters of the sand.

*sips coke and rum in tropical desert oasis paradise while oiled, tanned, muscled, and GORGEOUS Esquen men and women fan, massage, and feed me grapes*
Can't bestquen the Esquen.

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Also CS is finished, unless something needs to be changed.

Life is...

Probably!

Paradise

Ayyy Esquen master race represent

Paradise

Cryptiic said Actually, feel free to take the Freelancer spot, your character looks awesome... XD
I'll try to think of something else.

Aww, thanks.

I had kinda just been editing it on and off all day without seeing that apparently we were waiting for the GM's to post theirs... Did not realize we weren't supposed to pass go yet.

Paradise

Questionnaire for reservation. Ideally I'd like to play as a Freelancer, if not possible Warrior, if neither is available I can be flexible.

DARCS. THE LEGEND. THE RPER. THE QUESTIONNAIRE.

1. What would you like to be called?
Darcs is cool, you can call me Dailyn if you're into real names, Darcsirino if brevity isn't your thing.

2. Have an age for us?
19ish

3. How long have you been RPing?
Since high school so.... 4 or 5 years now?

4. How many RPs are you in currently?
Including this? 6. 2 NRP's, and 3 pretty slow ones. All around casual level.

5. What would you say are your strengths? (Can be anything, RP related or not.)
I'm pretty alright at most things I 'know'/do, that being said I only am aware of so many things. Redmage4lyfe

6. Weaknesses?
IRL; Being poor, shitty view of self, mental illness, probably some other things people on tumblr romanticize. I tend to over think things, my worldview is in a constant philosophical Sisyphean climb, I isolate myself, even from my few loved ones, and am constantly dealing with the self imposed stress of that. I occasionally feel impotent because I am fully aware of my problems but either through lack of trying or lack of possibility, can not seem to change them. I have this fear that I'll have died without having had any positive effect on the world.

In writing; I use too many commas and occasionally (more than occasionally) don't proof read my stuff. I keep my writing style fluid and prefer brief and descriptive over long and wordy (although I don't see that as a weakness).

Other; If you wanted to look at it like I was a Super hero, my weakness is music and the internet.

7. Which do you prefer playing villain or hero?
I prefer playing complex and gritty anti-heros horribly aware of the futility of their situation.

8. If you had to use one word to describe yourself, what would it be?
Ego?

9. If you could have any super power, what would it be?
invisibility master race #SueStorm

10. Do you believe that you will be committed to this RP?
Sure, barring like, death or something.

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HylianRose said any games any one is playing right now? Recently began playing the new Smash Bros with my friends. Found that I enjoy playing Zero Suit Samus. Lol.

Super Metroid, I like just started though so no real opinions except that I like her color design. I've only played Sm4sh on the 3ds, I'm really hype about it and I can't wait to play it on WiiU, but my only gripe is that apparently you need an adapter now to use GC controllers.

Also all the (awesome) Koopa kiddies, but no more Daisy. POR QUE?

Paradise

Marinette

Username: Marinette Bwa'Chech
Title: "The Based"
Gender:

• In-game: Female

Race: Esquen
Class: Freelancer
Level: 5
Stat Build:

• STR: 1, Considerably low.


• FOC: 7, Above average, on equal grounds with AGI. The points taken out of STR were put into this stat.


• AGI: 7, Above average, on equal grounds with FOC. The points taken out of STR were put into this stat.

Skills:
+Stealth
+General Agility (acrobatics, gymnastics, free running, and parkour)
+Basic Magical Telekinetic Combat
+Survival
+Poison Making
Equipment (Body):

• Head: (Keffiyeh, Level 0, named 'Vagabond's Keffiyeh': Standard item for any Esquen, aids with survival in the desert. Can only be equipped in combat or in desert/desert-like environments. Increased perception in sandstorms.)


• Face: (Make-up, Level 4, named 'La Máscara de la Muerte': Remain undetected by undead or unholy creatures.)


• Ear: (Hair decoration, Level 1, named 'Rose's Axel': A non-stat boosting aesthetic item, allows the player to port their own music into Paradise. In game can serve as either headphones or a speaker.)


• Neck: (Scarf, Level 0, named 'Vagabond's Spare': Always have a spare in case of emergency! Provides some protection against harsh desert sands.)


• Chest: (Light armor, Level 4, named 'Desert Long Tunic': Great all purpose light armor that consists of a weave of leather straps and a light-colored long tunic. Protects chest and arms.)


• Right Arm: (Pauldron, Level 4, named 'Comedy': Increases STR)


• Left Arm: (Pauldron, Level 4, named 'Tragedy': Increases AGI)


• Left hand: (Glove, Level 3, named 'Glove of the pharaoh': Slightly increase FOC)


• Right Hand: (Glove, Level 3, named 'Glove of the pharaoh': Slightly increase FOC)


• Right Finger: (N/A)


• Left Finger: (Ring, Level 5, named 'Friends on the Other Side': Once a day, summon an undead [skeleton, draught, zombie, ghost, or Frankensteinian abomination] creature at half your level to do your bidding for you. The creature will disappear if it survives until the end of the day or if it's killed in battle.)


• Waist: (Belt, Level 2, named 'Mistal belt': Loot retrieved from a fallen, low level boss. It provides bonuses to AGI when health drops below 40%)


• Legs: (Pants, Level 0, named 'Vagabond's trousers': Standard item for any Esquen, aids with survival in the desert. Slight bonus to running.)


• Right ankle: (N/A)


• Left Ankle: (N/A)


• Feet: (Boots, Level 3, named 'Roc's boots': Leather boots with an exterior covered in a downy layer of Roc feathers. These boots enable the use of feather fall once a day. "You got Roc's boots! You feel light as a feather!")


• Misc.: (Bracelet, Level 0, named 'Serpent's bond': A bracelet in the style of a snake curling up the wearer's arm, it is metallic and appears to be digging into the wearer's arm and fusing with their flesh. Serpent's bond ties it's users soul and life force with an animal companion. In exchange for this, the wearer is given some abilities and bonuses of the creature (poison resistance, stealth).)

Equipment (Weapons):

• Primary Weapon: (Magic, Level 0 - 5, 'Basic magic': -- )


• Secondary Weapon: (Ranged, Level 3, 'Beginner's crossbow (foldable)': A very basic crossbow, it can folded down and hidden very easily. This ease of stealth significantly takes away from it's attacking power.)


• Spare Weapon #1: (Dagger, Level 2, 'Poisoned Dagger': A low level dagger that has been coated in Esquen Cobra venom.)


• Spare Weapon #1: (Mace, Level 1, 'Scorpio's tail': A lighter, more sharpened mace weapon, made from the carapace of a giant scorpion. While much faster to swing, it takes a penalty to raw attacking power.)

Pet: An Esquen Cobra named 'Anima Sola.'

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Character Appearance:
Body.
Face.

Ness Lackyn

Real Name: Ernest 'Ness' Lackyn

Age: 21

Gender:

• Biological:Assumed Male (Gender fluid)

Personality: Ernesto is a secretive and quiet individual, preferring to talk about non-sense or others than of his own self, you would never know if he was doing poorly on a given day. A symptom of this is a tendency to lie to avoid the possibility of others feeling concern for him. His entire life Ness walked on eggshells, this gives the impression that he isn't particularly comfortable in his own skin, just being who he is.

In Paradise, however, Ness, as Marinette is a much more open individual, while still prone to secrets and obfuscating the truth to avoid conflict, he finds sharing his own opinions and interests much more possible. As the avatar Ness has an easier way with people, and even develops something of a snarky sense of humor. Marinette acts more confident than Ness, and gives the impression of confidence and even cockiness. Ness' appreciation of mythology and vodou is much more pronounced when acting as Marinette, often using the Loa as descriptors for certain situations, items or enemies-- even going so far as to pray to them.

Background: An Afro-Mexican child born out of wedlock, Ernest was raised in southern California by a single mother and, surrounded by poverty and crime, Ness found himself very easily immersed in the culture and comfort of video games and false reality. School for Ness was less 'do your best' and more 'get by with whatever works so you can go home and play more video games.' While never being particularly isolationist or avoidant, his personality appeared on the surface to be standoffish and even arrogant, earning contempt from his peers that he perceived as no fault of his own. Ness didn't make any make any real friends until high school, when he was exposed to the anime and video game clubs of SoCal, through them he was able to vastly expand his tastes and options of games he could play. He would also go on to form the first long lasting non-familial relationships in his life.

Finding pleasure in gaming and the companionship he found through gaming, Ness became inspired to begin animating through high school and eventually found himself going to art school through a scholarship, something his mother of little means never thought was possible. Now an intern at a small San Francisco game developing company, he has begun to work freelance in television and internet animation-- despite it all though, through working through the isolation of his youth and growth thanks to exposure to like minds, two things have remained consistent about him; his love of his Mother and all the things she taught him about Vodou and syncretic religions, and his childlike enjoyment of video games, especially mmorpgs.

Paradise, then, soon became his new addiction after it's release. He was one of the first in line on launch and has practically based his life around having enough free time to play the game. Initially he started playing mostly solo or with his friends in real life, eventually however, he developed bonds with other players in the game, finding it easier to 'be open' with them.
Appearance:

Social Links

☹ ("Enemies")
☺ ("Friends")
✧ ("BFFs")
♪ ("Neutral")
♡ ("Could Be Something More ~")

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✧/♡ Prince: "Sleeps a little much, but he's one of the first people I met online here-- and he's pretty much always on to talk about whatever or just listen. A real bro."
✧ Cynthia: "
♪ Marinette: "I kind of am just neutral towards myself-- and the music note is most fitting when placed next to my name."
✧/♡ cattypea: "NO I'm not into furries that's weird, she just seems like an alright person is all.."
☺ Mantam: "A radical dame who likes to play games, we haven't really gotten to know each other though."
✧ Hazard: "Ayyy. True homie 4 Lyfe. We ride together we die together. Mythos represent."
☹/☺/♡ Grey: "Not in a bad way, we're more like... friendly rivals. We're both sneaky and non-conventional, just on opposite sides of the spectrum. Also his class is awful and I'm better than him in pretty much every way imaginable."
☺ Raijin: "Seems alright, haven't gotten much 1 on 1 time though."
☹ Deathedge: "2edgy4me"
✧ CherryLover: "She's like the little sister I never needed, but always wanted."

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How long has your character been playing the game? "Few days after release, it was the prize of a design contest they had at school-- and I happened to win"

How long has this particular "character" been in the game? "Since I got the system itself."

How long have they been a part of the group? "About a month?"

Who invited them to the group? "Cynthia. Without knowing it we ended up co-oping on a quest, and it saved us both a few hours. She asked if I wanted to be part of a theoretical clan, I told her 'theoretically,' she said welcome aboard."

Who, from the group, did they meet first? "Hazard, actually. Although Cynthia and Prince were the first people I had extended conversations with"

Other

Other:Marinette is almost always listening to music.

Fallout: Generals of the Yakima Republic | A Cooperative Military NRP

TheMusketMan said Hey, I'm back. Couldn't get internet last night for some reason. 1300 miles across the country for Thanksgiving with my family. I am the best cousin/Grandson/nephew ever.

Normally when anyone says they're the best anything I think it's exaggeration, but I would travel 20 miles for most of my relatives, and the ones I would do it for I'd only be able to manage about 500. You are definitely in the top 10 for best.

LancerDancer said Sorry guys, It's going to have to wait until tomorrow. My employer has seen fit that I write up loads of meeting minutes, without pay and in my own time, because they're a bunch of c*nts. Gonna do a real nasty rush job, fuck em.

Fuck 'em.

Fallout: Generals of the Yakima Republic | A Cooperative Military NRP

Operation: Wasteland_2

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Operation status:
Extraction of Vault resources commenced, estimated 3 hours until Vault extraction is completed, 6 hours remain until estimated mission completion, 8 hours remain until dawn.

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21:00

Aesir's journal - "Operation: Wasteland" holotape no.1

"Vault 59, as per Vault-Tec rules, experimented on it's inhabitants, this isn't an uncommon thing to discover in old Vaults. But what went on in Vault 59... Now, don't take my tone toward this Vault as an indicator of it being a waste of time! My girls are busy loading down the Nightkin with hundreds of pounds of shit from this place, from generators and water purification tools, to food processors, seeds and non-perishables and raw supplies. This Vault even has an armory. An armory! The Eyebot Duraframe model A_1 is cracking it open as we speak-- and we've only just started!

"I got into the Overseer's office! And I have gotten some excellent stuff off the terminal, apparently, the Overseer in this Vault had access to every private computer in the whole complex-- it even logs when the Vault door opens, and recorded our use. The nature of a Vault where an Overseer spies on every resident couldn't have been all that great, but it certainly makes our jobs easier. ED-A is downloading it all now. I think it should really help out Yakima's scientific community, which, let's face it, is pretty shy of nonexistent right now. I'm no theoretical physicist, but from what I can make out, this stuff seems really impressive, all of water chip and vault generator information, schematics. Man, it's a treasure trove, practically untouched too! There's also chemical and psychological information that a few scientific minds might find use in, but it's nature brings me back to what I opened this all with: The Vault.

"From what I can gather, Vault 59 was entirely dedicated to memory wiping, and memory modification. The early days of the Vault saw easy success in the way of erasing memories, they experimented with methods and apparently found that a liquid taken orally had the best results. Anyway, it was when they started with memory replacement that things get crazy, and as you probably guessed, fuzzier. I'll have EDA download it all for documentation's sake, but I'm not sure there's much to actually be learned from some of this later stuff... The Overseer seems to begin to think the Vault scientists, who appear to be a good portion of the Vault population, are out to get him, the Scientists think the Test Subjects, also a good portion, are being oppressed by Vault Security, and Vault Security begins to think the Overseer is... the Devil? They all begin to use the experimental memory technology against each other in sneaky ways, utilizing the food and air filtration systems. It was a psychological war in it's purest form, we have yet to come across a single blood splatter in 59.

"Though, that may in part be due to the still active maintenance bots (which we are totally taking).

"The surreal part of Vault 59 is the result of this armed psychological war, waged by it's citizens as a part of a Vault-Tec experiment. It's citizens never died. Well, most of them, when the Overseer used the air systems to pump the air full of memory erasing dust, a handful managed to crack the Vault door open just enough to get out with whatever they had left of their minds. Those who didn't...

"...Just... kind of went blank. The Vault door was just open enough to let in a Ghoulifying amount of radiation, you know how that goes. But here's the thing-- I don't think these ghouls are feral. They just stand around and stare at nothing. They haven't lost their minds in the way a feral ghoul has, they occasionally do repetitive motions related to their old life, it seems, and they don't care that us Slags look human, we've deemed it safe to take our Ghoul masks off in here. They don't care, they've lost everything they were. They are just empty shells.

"As such, I only think it appropriate to ask that some of this information goes to finding a way to reverse this memory loss. The citizens of this Vault would be a GREAT gain for the Yakima Republic in this region that is otherwise barren. They number 200+ and as fresh minds to the wasteland they'd be easily swayed to the Yakima cause, it would also be easy access to the technologies of a Vault we can't scavenge. Anyway, it's only a request to think about. Over and out."

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00:00

3000lbs.

They had managed to get it all, everything that wasn't nailed down, and some things that weren't. They even pick-pocketed everything they could take off of the Vault residents. They had loaded down every Nightkin to their carrying capacity with 3000 lbs of scavenged, untouched, Vault goodies in 4 hours. Aesir's remaining party was reduced to 6 sleek Slag women, as her last Nightkin waved silently, and turning on their stealth boy, left for the encampment. The women soon followed, putting on their Ghoul masks, they left the Vault tunnel and returned to the dark of midnight.

The Nightkin would be safe, they were invisible, and one of the few races feral's didn't bother. Her group's job was to rendezvous, with the three Ghoul lookouts and make sure there were no raiders near the area of the Cascadian encampment. They began the trek to the meeting point.

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00:30

Over an hour since team B had last checked in, Aesir had begun to worry.

EDA sparked to life, speak of the devil.

A worried characteristically Ghoul voice opened panicky, "Mia's been captured!"

Aesir's group moved with fervent haste to the meetup point.

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00:45

Blue, explained the situation in a hurried and nervous manner. He and his brother, Black, were scouts of a sort for the Cascadians. Mia, a newer member, had just gotten captured not 30 minutes prior.

"Midnight was the turning point," Blue explained, "There were just less ferals attacking, and more Raiders actually serious... She just..." He was on the verge of tears.

"It was a rookie mistake," Black chimed in, "She had just gotten a new Pipboy, and she left the light on." He continued, "Probably rip it off and give it to whomever's in charge down there." He paused, "After they rape and eat her of course." This pushed Blue over the line and into tears.

"Of course," Aesir deadpanned in reply, already formulating a plan.

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00:50

Map

The Slags get more ghouls to attack the Raider Encampment, unseen, cease after 30 minutes. Black, Aesir and EDA move in to retrieve Mia, with Blue providing CONSTANT radio support via EDC. Allotted time for unregistered mission: 30 minutes.

Aesir had already sent the slag women to do their job, assuming they did it right, and that Black, EDA, and herself could pull of the next part without a hitch,they could then move on to finish the actual assigned mission within 20 minutes of what was originally estimated.

They waited for the signal-- gunfire-- that was it. Aeisr and her companions made there way closer to where Blue had last observed Mia being taken. A shack to the east of the encampment.

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01:00

She wasn't dead!

Aesir couldn't help but breath a sigh of relief. Her armor was still intact, and her arm was still there, contrary to Black's theories, Mia was okay! Well, she apparently had taken quite a beating, possibly due to torture, or maybe sadistic pleasure? They had left her, knocked out and bloodied, in what appeared to be their makeshift pantry. It was full of rotting meats, a huge stockpile of alcohol and drugs, some prewar food, and few meager first aid kits. Black would be carrying Mia and the first aid kits, Aesir took her fill of the Raider drugs and prewar food, all her bag could hold without weighing her down. It was hardly worth the risky excursion into enemy territory, but more loot was never a bad thing.

After they were done looting the place, EDA's short-range radio turned on, "The feral ghouls have been a decent distraction, but they're wearing thin-- they'll be moving east in about 5 minutes," He hesitated before asking, "Is she there?"

Black, short tempered, answered bluntly, slinging Mia over his shoulders as he headed for the door, "Yes! Let's get the fuck out of here."

Aesir, stood in the middle of the room, looking around, as if she had lost something. "You go ahead, we have some extra time, I'll catch up."

This surprised Black, "Boss are you su--"

"Go." She didn't turn to look at him, "That's an order, you're wasting precious time."

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01:02

Aesir liked to be safe.

The goal of the mission had been to scavenge materials from the Vault with no combat, to that end, they had succeeded. But they had also been given the order to not be seen-- the main concern here being the feral ghouls-- but the Raiders were also a threat. The Yakima Republic was at war, they didn't need unnecessary skirmishes with bumfuck raiders on the border, and even though she stood up to whatever the raiders threw at her, until the point of unconsciousness, she had still made the mistake of being seen. The insignias of the Cascadians and the Yakima Republic decorate her arms, and although simply eliminating all the Raiders was not an option, she didn't want to risk the one sober person they'd need to make the connection.

"Eda," Aesir began, she opened her bag and began to look through it's contents, "Play Vault 59; Scientist, Oscar, George Audiolog_17 titled "Farewell" " Aesir began to set aside some contents with haste as the robot began, a nervous voice coming out of it's speaker.

"U-um this is it! I've been able to retain most of my memories... who I am up until this point. The Overseer is... I guess he's um... doing? Sure. Oh god, I'm already forgetting basic grammar! Haha! Okay... need to finish this. Mutually Assured Destruction, I guess, he's just paranoid and broken enough to take us all down with him. And he keeps taunting us all with the announcements... And... And... Okay! Um. My name is George Oscar, I am a scientist in Vault 59, I used to work for Rob-co? I grew up in... in... Washington-- the State-- I can't remember the city it was, I'm sorry. I have a wife here. I vaguely recall us being happy before all this began. It was the dust, the dust gave her a stillbirth. I'm sorry Shell... I'm so sorry...

"The world is still hell out there, so I can only assume if you are hearing this, it's in the distant future. I had the chance to escape, but the world can't sustain life yet-- I couldn't leave here, I couldn't leave this without trying to fix it all... Did... did you know the Chinese started researching this first? They even got farther than us, but I'm not sure they know it... mentats! Crushed mentats and alcohol! Any kind... but that'll do it, at least for the last few hours. They may have made mentats with the goal of weakening the American public through collective memory loss... Pfft... wouldn't that have been awful? We all stop fighting because we forgot why we were doing. Truth be told, I don't even think they knew, I think mentats were made as just that, the mental enhancer with a crippling addiction. That they inhibit hippocampus function and destroy neurons when combined with beer or a vodka is a fucking... fucking... fucking... fuck?

"I don't remember? What was I going to tell you? You? You? Yoooouuu....? Who ARE you? Right! The... thing... I was... I was working on a cure... possible... yes... but I just... just... didn't. I'm... sorry."

Every drink in the room would eventually be consumed by these Raiders, and Aesir was already hard at work dissolving several of her Party Time Mentats into each bottle...

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03:15

Operation - COMPLETED
8th Underground and Recon Division

Spoils

• Dead scavenger Clothes, Supplies and Caps (315 caps): 20lbs


• Assorted medical supplies: 150lbs


• Prewar packaged foods: 200lbs


• Vault 59 raw food stuffs (living plant samples, seeds, non-perishables, spices, Vault 59 plant nutrients): 200lbs


• Maintenance tools (simple): 100lbs


• Maintenance tools (advanced) (auto-hacking tools, Pipboy repair equipment, blowtorches, etc.): 50lbs


• Maintenance robots (functional) (2): 250lbs


• Water desalination kits (40): 80lbs


• Water purifying equipment: 200lbs


• Water chips (4): 8lbs


• Motors (small) (8): 100lbs


• Motors (large) (5): 150lbs


• Generators (20): 500lbs


• Police Batons(23): 50lbs


• 10mm Pistols (28): 87.5lbs


• 9mm Pistols (35): 87.5lbs


• 10mm Sub-machinegun (16): 87.5lbs


• 9mm Sub-machinegun (22): 87.5lbs


• Flash bangs (24): 12lbs


• Ammo - 9mm: 40lbs


• Ammo - 10mm: 40lbs


• Vault 59 Jumpsuits (200): 77lbs


• Vault 59 Security Uniforms and Helmets (59): 170lbs


• Lab equipment: 100 lbs


• Book(s) - Medical (50): 25 lbs


• Book(s) - Science (50): 25 lbs


• Book(s) - Repair (50): 25 lbs


• Book(s) - Speech (50): 25 lbs


• Book(s) - General/Fiction (75): 50 lbs


• Book(s) - General/Non-fiction (50): 50 lbs


• Schematics: Terminal


• Schematics: Vault Main Reactor


• Schematics: Vault Secondary Reactors


• Schematics: Vault Main Water Purifier


• Schematics: Generator


• Schematics: Motors and Engines


• New Recipe discovered: Forget-Me-Now (Any type of dissolved or crushed mentat can turn an alcoholic beverage into an instant affliction of retrograde amnesia, anywhere from the last few hours to the last few days can be lost. WARNING: Psychologically lethal when taken with large doses)


• Northern Raider Encampment: Pacified


• Potential Yakima Territory Discovered: Vault 59 (untouched)


• Potential Yakima citizens Found: Vault 59 residents (if cured; ghoulified)


• New Scientific Documents Found: Vault 59 Science logs; Memory experiment reports


• New Vault-Tec Found: Memory experiment reports


• New Engineering Documents Found: Vault 59 Science logs; Vault 59 Maintenance logs; Vault 59 General populace logs; Vault 59 Engineer logs


• New Literary Documents Found: Vault 59 General Populace logs


• New Historical Documents Found: Vault 59 Overseer logs; Vault 59 General Populace logs; Vault 59 Security logs; Vault 59 Science logs; Vault 59 Maintenance logs; Vault 59 Engineer logs; Memory experiment reports


• New General Documents Found: Vault 59 Overseer logs; Vault 59 General Populace logs; Vault 59 Security logs; Vault 59 misc. logs; Vault 59 misc. Vault-Tec logs


• New Holotapes Found: Vault 59 Holotapes


• Defunct robotic parts, scrap, spare electronics, components, batteries, power cells, junk, and misc.: 268lbs

- Total weight: 3,065lbs