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Fallout 4 has made all of my dreams come true. November 10th HERE I COME!
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I mean if you really want to but it'll make things harder when the characters are leaving the Vault. I am also editing another section into my post. So guys make sure you reread my post.

Will be checking out the post.
It seemed as if no one was going to take Matthew up on his offer so he decided to depart to his living quarters on his own. With a quick movement of his hand, he waved, a sign to the rest of the group that he was leaving them, for now. And once that formality was dealt with,
Matthew

Matthew left. His Vault issued boots, rubber and leather, smacked up and down as he walked down the Vault hallways. Matthew reached out his hand from his hand, letting his fingertips brush up against the metal walls of the Vault. These metal walls surrounding him were home, they had been his whole life. They represented a prison to some. There were people in the Vault, younger generations, who thought that things would be better on the outside. Obviously they had never listened to the Refs when their elders discussed the outside world. Yes, to some this was a prison. But to Matthew these walls represented safety, safety from the outside world. Even though there were those that wanted to explore the outside world and be free, Matthew was not one of them.

When Matthew arrived at his home he pressed a few buttons next to the door and it quickly lifted open. Inside his mother was reading. The book was entitled Animals of the Deep. "New book Mom?" He asked. She looked up from her book and smiled at her son. "I'm going to start teaching the kids about big fish. Sharks, whales, dolphins, that kind of stuff" she said. Matthew smiled, "that's awesome" he said. "Did you know that sharks would lose an average of one tooth every time they took a bite and that, on average, they lose like 30,000 teeth in a life time. Nature is... was amazing" her smile almost became a frown. Matthew knew that his mother yearned to see the wildlife of the past, but he also knew that that would almost certainly never happen. The only animals she ever got to interact with were Mole Rats and regular rats and mice. "Love you Mom" Matthew said before disappearing into his room.

Resting on his bed was a letter, from the Overseer. Matthew was actually surprised that it was folded and prepared so nicely. Slowly he unfolded it. Nervousness completely enveloped his mind. The whole main portion of the letter was just a word from one of the Overseers, one that was told to every graduating student, and Matthew just groaned as he skimmed it. Finally he came to the bottom. Animal Care and Husbandry Specialist it read. "Well what in the fuck is that?" he said to himself. "Language Matty!" His mother yelled from the other room.

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Civil War

The fight down in the Ref Living Quarters continued. Blood spattered the halls of the Ref Living Quarters. Even though the Security Forces were clearly better armed than the Refs, the Refs severely outnumbered the Forces. Bullet holes riddled the walls all over. Bodies covered the floors. It was a terrible bloodbath. The Ref forces killed more and more Officers as the battle continued. That meant that there were more weapons getting into the hands of the Refs. Security Forces made a push from the elevator down the hallway a little bit, but then they were halted. Some Ref forces had doubled back around the battle and attacked the Officers from behind. Knives were sunk into the backs of the Officers. Bats cracked against their necks and helmets. Guns fired into the backs of their heads.

The battle was over. The Refs won.

After the battle, the Ref population began to go over their losses and treat the wounded. The more experienced Refs began to discuss a plan of action. They came to the conclusion that it would be best to kill the Overseers.

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Overseer's Office

Thick crimson fluid poured across the steel floor of the Overseers Office. Both of the Overseers shared the office. A thick layer had now covered the floor of the Office. But not a single sound escaped from the Office.
I am working on a post currently.
Dasomen is accepted.
The trio boarded the elevator. They were then followed by the older man in the suit, Mr. Lancaster. Murphy took a quick survey, again, of those who were around him. Garcia must have been the South American gentleman and Glaindale must have been, obviously, been the woman. Now he knew their names but they also knew his. O'Connor. And because of Mr. Lancaster's big mouth, they knew that Murphy had a criminal background. Wonderful. The elevator looked to be a freight elevator. Large, brown, and a metal gate came down as Lancaster hit the 'down' button. The door closed with a loud thud, and then the steel elevator doors closed together. Murphy felt a feeling of dread as the elevator descended. It was not a quiet elevator but not one person inside of the elevator said a word.

Finally the large machine came to a halt. The doors opened. A beautiful white hallway was revealed, about ten people were buzzing around inside of the hallway. Not all of them were wearing suits. Lancaster led them out of the elevator and down the hall. The people in the hallway stopped and watched the trio carefully, precise, as they walked by. "I wonder what their deal is" Murphy said, trying to create a joke to lighten the mood. Lancaster killed it with his next comment. "They're wondering if they'll ever see you again" he smiled.

They finally arrived at a decently sized room. "Take a seat".
I am also waiting for others to post before I post again.
That's too bad to hear but best of luck with your RP, friend.
No problem. Things are progressing perfectly.
The gunshots were growing more and more audible and frequent. Louder. The talk of the vents was no longer important. Matthew turned his attention straight to the gunshots. "I don't think the gunshots are meaning anything good or training" Matthew said. "And I don't think we should go investigate either. I think straying away from gunshots is better than going to investigate them" he reiterated. A few seconds more and a bunch of Security Officers ran by, guns drawn. "That doesn't look good. I'm staying away from whatever the hell is going on." Matthew said. "Security will take care of whatever the problem is, I'm sure" Matthew spoke calmly. The gunshots were making Matthew nervous but he had full faith that Security would handle whatever situation was developing down in the Vault. "I think I am going to visit my home and see what I got for a job" he trailed for a second, pondering whether or not he should invite them to come. Surely his parents would not mind. "I guess you guys can come with if you've nothing better to do" he said, smiling.

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The fight escalated down in the Ref Living Quarters. Back up was on the way but it did not arrive soon enough. The Refs swarmed the Jack's room and easily overtook the Security forces. Within two minutes, there were only two Officers left and they were now captives to the Refs, who also had a large armament and large amount of ammunition as well. One of the Refs made his way to Jack and freed him. "This is our Vault today brother" he said, handing a rifle to Jack. An apparent leader arose from the group of Refs. An older man. An experienced man. "They've treated us like shit since we arrived 50 years ago. We work the shit jobs, we labor day in and day out. And what have we to show for it!?" He shouted. "When their reinforcements arrive, we will gun them down. Then we will take the fight to the Overseer. And gun them down too" he continued shouting.

Behind the leader, the elevator opened and a barrage of gunfire followed. The old man, the leader, was the first to fall to the ground. It turned to chaos instantly. Gunfire, handheld weapons, fists, all kinds of brutality. It was an even fight.

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The maintenance workers who had been working on the air conditioning had begun to report feeling sick. They had, almost all of them, arrived at the Doctor's Office. None of them looked to be in good condition.
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