Fallout: Crescent City

Real World reading About Survivalists
Things To Read

Recommended Reading: You guys should post any other good survivalist links in the comments here. I’ve been reading prepper message boards and websites for ideas… lots of good ideas out there for our campaign. I think skimming some of this stuff will really get you in the right mindspace for things to come.

10 Skills Every Survivalist Should Learn

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Some Links About Fallout and Fate

The setting and system aren’t familiar to everyone, so I’m going to put some of the good places to start here.

As far as Fallout is concerned, the events of New Vegas and Fallout 3 are from the same general timeframe as the setting in Crescent City (and consequently the most pertinent to this campaign), but reading up on the other games won’t hurt. The Fallout Wiki is a good place to start if you want to catch up on things.

Fate can be kind of a lot to wrap your brain around at times for new players, especially since the rules are far more fluid than most other mainstream rulesets. That said, the community on G+ is very active and a great resource to new players. I’m going to put a few links to pertinent conversations culled from there and from blogs and other sources. I’ll continue to update these, and add your own if any of you find any good ones that really helped to clarify things.

Google Docs: Actions, Aspects, and Fate Points

Discussion: Guide to Writing Good Aspects

Discussion: Versatile Aspects vs. Obviously Positive/Negative Aspects

Discussion: An Illustration of Aspects

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Before the others...

Vincent had never been to the Bayou Burlesque other than to get a drink and listen to the radio a bit, not to indulge in any of the other…services. But he couldn’t help overhearing how some guys had been having “burning problems” since seeing one of the red heads, which the fire crotch jokes have yet to reach an end after that. After about two weeks of this, and the patrons not stopping from getting more services, hence perpetuating the problem, Vinny had to just sigh. He knew where he was going tomorrow.

Took him a few days to get everything together, mainly to track down the right snake. Didn’t need one that was TOO poisonous. Some of the plants he already had, others he scrounged up in the surrounding Wasteland, but he whipped up a type of healing poultice that he also added some Hydra with the snake venom and diluted it with water. He also had some of it as a paste, which he kept in a little tin. Bringing this over to the owner of the highly esteemed establishment of Bayou Burlesque made the man ecstatic, and asked what he could do for Vinny. Even offering him a full week, free of charge, to have any girl he wanted, which Vinny politely turned down. He just asked to be paid back for the items he purchased to make the poultice/drink concoction and a bottle of vodka, which the owner was more than happy to oblige. Vincent gave quick instructions on how much to give the girls, and customers, so this didn’t keep happening. With that, Vinny headed home. The owner didn’t even bother asking who Vinny was, nor did Vinny much care.

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A Place for Everything & Everything in its Place...

… That was always Dr. Damon Bach’s mentality when working at Big Mountain. His level of organization was impeccable, almost surreal. However he never really thought about this concept applying to garbage so much, the state of the labs he worked in were always clean and pristine, perfection at the worst. He never had to put to much thought into where his lab waste goes after he threw it down the disposal chute. Things are different now.

A place for everything, and the place for garbage is the town dump. The Belle Chasse Dump is a place of near unimaginable filth, and DR. D calls it his residency. If he were a normal man, this place would be nigh unlivable. Luckily by Dr. D bidding adieu to his old human form and becoming a Think Tank Robobrain he is capable of existing in such a harsh environment. However, it is not without the downsides. The harsh environment of the dump combined with the concentrated radioactivity of the Mississippi River forces Dr.D to perform constant upkeep on himself in order to stay functioning at maximum efficiency.

Living in this sort of place can do things to a man. It deteriorates the mind, even if that mind is encased in hardened glass sphere suspended in pressurized bio med gel instead of your standard run-of-the-mill cranium. Dr. D is not the man he once was physically and mentally. Some call him batty, some call him loony but whatever term you use there is no denying the Genius that lies beneath the surface.

Regardless of his physically and mental state, Dr. D has a kind soul. His humanity is what caused his exile from Big Mountain when he and his outside associate Rocco Ford helped test subjects escape from the horrors the rest of the Think Tank scientists were inflicting on them. The tests were referred to as “Human Durability Studies”, needless to say the subjects survival rates were near zero percent. The pain and suffering those “Human Guinea Pigs” endured was unimaginable and their screams still linger with Dr.D to this day.

When you combine everything and see the complete package that makes Dr. D it’s no wonder why he has exiled himself from the rest of society. Perhaps one day he will find some friends that can tolerate who he is and look past his many flaws… Yeah Right, good luck with that.

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Session 1 raw notes

-bayou coerces cayman jack to go scout the chinese threat, tells him to head east and see what’s there, he collects the party

- somehow, the wanderer comes up on the radio

-2 caps for a day’s food ration

-1 cap for 2 rounds basic ammo

- they decide to try to triangulate the signal by collecting a second point further north in crescent city

-collect goods, they head out the next morning

- they move up the river’s banks for a couple hours, they see some guys following them, vinny hides in the bushes and scouts the guys, they seem to have guns, they eventually set up shop in the middle of the road and talk the guys (walter, donald, and skunk) out of attacking them by saying that the man that sold cure all to their grandmother was cayman jack but he’s cayman frank. Cayman jack is an imposter.

-push through bend to reach southern bank of crescent city

-they all head west, rocco goes to a bar called “just the tip” at the point of the river’s southern elbow, cayman jack is selling his wares, dr d is trying to decode the signal in the radio transmission that is sending messages to the eyebots, and vinny is watching a hanging, they hear that the chinese are supposedly attacking pearlington in the northeast

-they decide to get a room at “the whole damn thing” down the road from just the tip

-dr d cracks the eyebot carrier signal, he can now control them if he can figure out a way to transmit to them

-they trade a bum for his "rit of ownership’ of an eyebot

- they subdue it, then get coordinates of its home base from the saved information in its memory banks and disassemble it for parts

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How much East can there be?

Im not much won to rite in a jornal but I dont have much other work to do on these days of traveling and sleeping in the woods. so this is how I spent some of my time now. First off, I hope we find these chineese guys soon and take care of this mess. then I can get back to home. Im sure they miss me like I miss them. Things aint so bad thouh. Vinnie is pretty smart with the woods and swamps. He shows us where to sleep and find safe food. Cayman Jack is a sly devil but really helps out with money when we meet any traveling merchers whoo try to rip us off. He ends up ripping them off with his nasty potions. I feel kinda bad sometimes, but sometimes I think the jerks deserve wat they git. Im tirad of breaking up fights between Jack and the Doc. They seem to go at it every nite. I never can understand wat they are arguing about. Some kind of sciencey know-how that is beond me. I just try to keep it sivilised. We need eachother to git throuh this jorny. Even if I have to beet their heads together to git them to understand. Whoos the smart won now? Even thouh the doc has no legs or body hes still a good guy. Talks funny thouh, sometimes I dont understand but hes nice and tells me in ways I can figure out. Ill make sure he stays safe. Woudnt want anyone trying to think hes some dumb robot and scrap him. Ok goodnite jornal.

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So...we're going where, exactly?

It would seem we have quite an adventure on our hands. Good thing I have a decent pair of shoes, because this is going to require a lot of walking. Our friend Sis DrR. Cayman Jack probably didn’t know how far we were going, where we were going, or even really what to look for; other than some slant eyed people gathering en masse and overall looking disgruntled. Which he’d most likely mistake for past customers and, in turn, attempt to sell them some “tonic.” And he’d probably be successful! This guy has a silver tongue like no other. But he also seems like the type who’d sell his own family members as well, if he could get a good enough deal. In a way, he could be the most dangerous traveling companion in our group…

Cayman Jack was able to rope in two others from my town. DR. D and Rocco Ford. Some upstanding sorts that I’ve gotten along with so far, not to say that I haven’t gotten along with the Sir Doctor either. Just a few concerns so far with the little adventure were on. We are, as I’ve heard the saying before, flying blind. But we’ve recently had some luck getting information from some folks here in Crescent City. That gives us some more direction. But I don’t think we have the appropriate supplies now either for our group. I can survive off the Wasteland…but I can’t speak for the others. And one is a damn robot! I have never had a companion like this before! How he (or…she? he? It is just a brain in some goo…) has stayed alive is amazing. And that he hasn’t been taken apart by Brotherhood or Enclave is equally amazing! Smart guy…gal? I’ll go with guy. His speakers sound like a guy. Then there is Ford. He’s probably what an ideal upstanding citizen should be if there ever has been one. Not much else to say about the man. He wears it all on his sleeve, all you have to do is meet him. Wouldn’t want to get into a boxing match with him though…he is quite a large man.

I’m about used to the racism down in these parts now. As much as I can be. What I thought was racism before was people singling out ghouls or super mutants. But down south it is quite different…quite different indeed. Charlotte Mauzy was surprised as could be when I asked if I could live under the same roof for her if I was able to work for her. She had to explain to me how bad things REALLY were down here for me to get an understanding. Poor Mauzy…she’s a good lady. Doesn’t deserve some of the comments she gets. Most folk are kind to here though, since she contributes to the city. But other more “privileged” individuals see themselves above being kind and showing decency for fellow man. But then again…we don’t live in a kind and decent time. The weak get trampled under the boots of the Haves. Those that don’t barely get by. So far, I’ve been getting by. Maybe this little adventure could have some payoffs. Maybe we’ll come across some Vaults that aren’t flooded! Psh…yeah right. And maybe we’ll come across a unicorn too (note to self, if unicorn is witnessed and captured…contract a saddle maker).

But in the few years since being down here I’ve not come across a Vault yet, other than the Crescent City one. There has to be some here, the problem is knowing the signs to find them. Traveling south I only saw 3 or them, 5 total if you include the surrounding area I grew up. Most were abandoned, all had been open for decades or longer. I snuck around a couple as best I could, but typically they had already been ransacked of anything useful. Still interesting to see places like that from the past! Crossing my toes this little quest of ours brings us close to what I’m looking for. Time to do some preparing for the rest of our trip.

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Back at the bridge

Vincent wakes up the following day, after their adventure at the War Museum. It wasn’t as advantageous as he had thought it would have been, but was quite eventful and if fact was surprisingly heavily guarded/staffed by robots. The weapons gathered are in very pristine condition, but finding ammo for them may not be so easy. They are from an age long forgotten, but that also makes them that much prettier to look at. Has a bit of class to them, you could say.

Vincent decides to wait and see which one he’d like to keep until they can get a proper appraisal of the items. Would most likely keep the one he could get ammo for the easiest.

ITEMS RETRIEVED FROM SWAMP ADVENTURE UP FOR SALE

  • 4 pistols of varying caliber, all from Civil War period. (leave it to GM to determine which ones we have specifically)
  • Hip Waders
  • Fishing Pole
  • Assorted jewelry (Bracelet, Ring and Necklace)

TO ALL OTHER PLAYERS
Any objections to the selling of these items? Also, do we just go to a general store to unload it all on the owner? Probably wouldn’t get the best deals, but they would probably buy all of it. If we searched for specific people who would really want some “bling” and antiquated weaponry, they would be more willing to spend more…that’s Vincent’s opinion. But the bridge is a bazaar and these folks would be willing to barter. Ideas from the group…?

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Detective Douglas and the Co-Ed Killer

It was a dark night in a city that knows how to keep its secrets…

Detective John E. Douglas was waiting patiently on the sidewalk by the intersection of the roads closest to the most recent murder. He gave a sigh, pulled out another Big Boss cigarette and struck his match, but before he could light up he saw something. It was quick and just out of the corner of his eye, but his detectives instincts were keen and he knew this was his break!

“They always return to the scene of the crime.” Douglas said his gravelly voice.

Throwing the cigarette on the ground to join all the others he had smoked over few hours, he started to follow what he suspected was the murderer down some side alleys. Filled with dumpsters, assorted garbage and bad lighting, he snuck his way into the alley. Probably here to collect something he forgot from the victim…or maybe he stashed it in a rush to get out of here Douglas thought to himself. Typical lowlife modus operandi. Keeping mementos from their crimes so they could relive it later by looking at what they took.

Detective Douglas had made his way behind a dumpster, waiting for a moment to peek his head around to see if the coast was clear, when he heard the all to familiar cocking of the hammer on a pistol, approximately 3 feet from his head. Raising his hands he slowly stood but not turning to face his assailant, for fear of startling him.

“Well Kemper, I see you have been getting sloppy lately. Leaving behind things at the scene now? That’s not like you.” Edmund Kemper. Some of the worst scum you’d never want to see. Scarily, the man was also a genius and the police had no way to prove it was him doing these murders. Gotta get him talking! “So how do you do it? Pick your victims, that is. Is it random, or do you plan it out in advance?” Douglas said, trying to stall the gun wielder for a few moments until he thought of a way to get out of the situation. And then he had it!

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And with that, the holotape came to a clicking halt and began to rewind itself. Vincent, comfortably positioned on a rocking chair on a porch, had taken a nice break at some abandoned building on his travels down south from his hometown, when he happened upon this holotape and a player that was still in working order! Imagine his luck! Took a bit of juice from some batteries and a little ingenuity, but it was worth it. Made him feel like he wasn’t alone during his wasteland travels. It was too bad these holotape players weren’t smaller, or else Vincent would have taken it with. Could fetch a nice penny somewhere. Instead, he disconnected the wires and left the battery there so someone else could enjoy the story someday, just like he did. Vinnie would have to remember this title so he could try to find more of it someday. He was kind of curious as to what happened to this Detective Douglas fellow.

With that, he packed up the few things he had into his backpack to continue his trek towards the south. Hefting his pack onto his shoulders and grabbing his rifle, he headed out.

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NOLA
City of Ghouls

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The group boarded Pierre’s airboat as the armed ghouls looked on. Pierre looked like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar; everyone else seemed confused. After they’d made some distance from the guards and the shoreline, Pierre apologized for not saying something sooner.

“That was NOLA,, aka Ghoul central in these parts, or at least a suburb of it. I didn’t realize that it had expanded out that far. You see, I’m not exactly welcomed in those parts because I’m too friendly with you smoothskins. When y’all said there was a radio tower that was broadcasting from that area, I thought it might be the Brotherhood staking a claim in town or those Chinese I keep hearing about. I thought we could kill two birds with one stone: Kill some shitbag swampers and help out some fellow ghouls.

At this, Pierre caught some sideways looks from the party.

“What? A guy can’t hold out some love for his kin? Just cause they don’t like me doesn’t mean I have a beef with them. I get it; they don’t want smoothies to find out what they’re up to or else they’d try to ruin a good thing. From the looks of things back there, though, the fair folk of NOLA either took out a few brotherhood patrols though or else they’re in league because those guards were wearing substantially more kit than they did in my day. Either way, they don’t seem to need our help, at least not right now.

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