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Rgiht anyway. Here are the weapons I have after an hour or so of being bored.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1_JZTacpIqiIJICypkgKMtooWpaZU-mOeL-eQkjukQkc/edit?usp=sharing
Have fun with it. I was not going to add in submachine guns. (they were useless anyway.) Instead of big machine guns like America has I was going to let heavy weapons be light machine guns. Or potentially heavy machine guns.
lets see. I like all the rifles. I may add another pistol.
still working on melee weapons. probably not going to be to different from original fallout. those were pretty standard items across the globe for the most part.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1_JZTacpIqiIJICypkgKMtooWpaZU-mOeL-eQkjukQkc/edit?usp=sharing
Have fun with it. I was not going to add in submachine guns. (they were useless anyway.) Instead of big machine guns like America has I was going to let heavy weapons be light machine guns. Or potentially heavy machine guns.
lets see. I like all the rifles. I may add another pistol.
still working on melee weapons. probably not going to be to different from original fallout. those were pretty standard items across the globe for the most part.
So all we have to do is stay away from Chinese restaurants. and we can avoid fuckoff badgers.
When do I get to see a picture of this badger? im curious now.
Lennon79 said
Still a in progress, but is a preliminary list of animals. Comments/suggestions welcome.And is some simple New World weaponry. Any ideas would be great, because I'm not coming up with many wild ideas. I'm thinking pneumatic rifles built from repurposed paintball markers; thoughts?
I think my favourite is the 'fuckoff badger'
The alarm bells meant something different for Thovren than they did for the other youths of the village. This was the first time the bell tolled since he became a member of the militia himself and he didn't know whether to be excited for the prospect of proving himself alongside his fellows. Or terrified that something was threatening the village and the lives of its inhabitants.
"Gowran I have to go!" he shouted and dropped the shovel full of ore that he was working into the furnace for the overnight smelting. On his way out the door he rant to the wall where his Crossbow and case of bolt was propped up and waiting for him. He tied off the ammunition sash around his waist so the bolts were held at easy access around his thigh. He picked up the crossbow and nearly tripped in his haste to get going. Managing to catch himself and save his face from an unfortunate planting and the resulting mouthful of dirt, he tear-assed his way to the center of town.
When he arrived he noticed several of the militia were buckling on leather chest pieces, shin guards, bracers. Others were just making sure they had their swords at their hips. Thovren's father saw his son but he wasn't relieved by this. "Go find your mother!" he shouted at his boy. For all the training he was still young and like hell he was going to risk him just for this matter. There were enough militia around here that they didn't need one extra. "Find her and make sure she's safe!" maybe if me made it sound like a sensible order his boy would comply.
"No!, Mother wont ever be found until she wants to dad. When has anyone actually found her after one of these alarms until SHE wanted to come out?" He could imagine what his father was trying to do. But his place was here now. He didn't spend nearly ten years pretending to be a militia and two years actually training just to sit in a whole while the others did the work. "I'm staying with here with everyone." His father grumbled and swung his fist into the nearest wall. "Stubborn little...." he growled and to an extent, smiled on the inside at his sons word. He was proud of his mindset. But that didn't mean he wasn't sorry his boy was to big to spank for his insolence.
With that matter settled Thovren Rested the front of the crossbow on the ground and heaved the string up into place. Definatly not a weapon for the weak. With a click the crossbow cocked and waited for orders before he would load the weapon.
"Gowran I have to go!" he shouted and dropped the shovel full of ore that he was working into the furnace for the overnight smelting. On his way out the door he rant to the wall where his Crossbow and case of bolt was propped up and waiting for him. He tied off the ammunition sash around his waist so the bolts were held at easy access around his thigh. He picked up the crossbow and nearly tripped in his haste to get going. Managing to catch himself and save his face from an unfortunate planting and the resulting mouthful of dirt, he tear-assed his way to the center of town.
When he arrived he noticed several of the militia were buckling on leather chest pieces, shin guards, bracers. Others were just making sure they had their swords at their hips. Thovren's father saw his son but he wasn't relieved by this. "Go find your mother!" he shouted at his boy. For all the training he was still young and like hell he was going to risk him just for this matter. There were enough militia around here that they didn't need one extra. "Find her and make sure she's safe!" maybe if me made it sound like a sensible order his boy would comply.
"No!, Mother wont ever be found until she wants to dad. When has anyone actually found her after one of these alarms until SHE wanted to come out?" He could imagine what his father was trying to do. But his place was here now. He didn't spend nearly ten years pretending to be a militia and two years actually training just to sit in a whole while the others did the work. "I'm staying with here with everyone." His father grumbled and swung his fist into the nearest wall. "Stubborn little...." he growled and to an extent, smiled on the inside at his sons word. He was proud of his mindset. But that didn't mean he wasn't sorry his boy was to big to spank for his insolence.
With that matter settled Thovren Rested the front of the crossbow on the ground and heaved the string up into place. Definatly not a weapon for the weak. With a click the crossbow cocked and waited for orders before he would load the weapon.
Well you are taking The Underground and inner cities correct?
I will tangle with Pre-war weapons. That sounds amusing. if I find time I may take on Bunkers two. Though I have some general questions that would need answers first.
I will tangle with Pre-war weapons. That sounds amusing. if I find time I may take on Bunkers two. Though I have some general questions that would need answers first.
maybe make a post with a list of aspects that need to be tweaked and then update it with who has already claimed what.
well heres an idea. If the Gm doesn't come back. Those who are still interested can brainstorm a storyline and we can elect a new DM.
Hope no one minds. I gave the blacksmith a name. If its no good ill change it.
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