The Gaia Valley Recordings · 7:31pm Feb 4th, 2014
Here is another offering of expanded Equestrian Wasteland lore, again from one of my Fallout: Equestria roleplaying campaigns. In the story Fallout: Equestria, there were area which were modeled (at least in part) on Fallout DLCs -- Canterlot was heavily based on Dead Money, Fillydelphia on The Pitt. I've continued that with the game that I have run. In the previous two-part super-entry "Crystal Empire Blues", I revealed much of my headcanon for how the Crystal Empire fits into the world of Fallout: Equestria, modeled on Old World Blues. Now, I present a little bit about Gaia Valley. (As always, this is just headcanon, not canon.)
Zion -- Honest Hearts
Gaia Valley is the Equestrian Wasteland's version of Honest Hearts. The name "Gaia" comes from the same Greek mythology as "Tartarus", making it a perfect choice for a Zion homage. Much as was the case with Zion in Honest Hearts, Gaia Valley is a geographically isolated bit of paradise, free from the radiation and poisons that warp and sicken the rest of Equestria, and home to feuding tribes whose only knowledge of the outside world comes from those who have found their way into the valley with the intention to save or exploit.
The way Gaia Valley became this, however, is entirely unlike Zion. And it has its roots in a company named Solaris.
A brief note on companies: The story Fallout: Equestria introduced several major Equestria-spanning corporations: Stable-Tec, Equestrian Robotics, Four Stars and Ironshod. There were clearly others, but they never got a focus within the story. With the roleplaying games, I've been able to introduce and expand on two other companies that are part of my headcanon: Good Pony and New Futures. (I suspect I'll write a blog about them at some point.) In addition, I've incorporated into my games two companies lifted from Fallout: Equestria side stories and reworked: Robronco and Solaris. Both of these have been introduced as smaller companies struggling against their larger rivals. Below is the Solaris introduction given at the beginning of one of the Beyond Equestria game sessions:
Solaris.
A localized powerhouse in pre-war Equestrian Industry, the corporation nevertheless grew stunted in the shadow of its self-proclaimed rival Stable-Tec’s success. Competition drives some ponies to desperate measures once they begin to lose. Cheat a little. Skimp on quality control. Fly, don’t run. Unleash the bees.
The repercussions on product and populace were not always as quickly discerned as a wretched apple cider. While there were enough incidents involving Solaris products to make the press and tarnish the company’s name, the vast majority of its endeavors were initially successful. The company grew, and became a significant wartime employer.
Solaris expanded to dominate the stretch of Equestria along Highway 52, with tendrils spreading out and taking root as far as Stalliongrad. In many cases, it took years or even decades for shortcuts and shoddy craftsmanship to take their toll, turning the once benevolent designs of the past into a curse on the present.
In at least one case, it took centuries.
So now I present the Gaia Valley Recordings. As a special treat, as with the segment above, the Gaia Valley Recordings are available as readings by the marvelous Scorch Mechanic! 
Enjoy!
The following was the opening to the session following the discovery of the first four recordings:
Investigation.
Having uncovered evidence from the wreckage of a MWT armored chariot that implicated the Solaris company in industrial espionage against Stable-Tec, and furthermore indicated that their northern “Research & Execution” facility was likely the site of their attempts to challenge the Gardens of Equestria our heroes threw themselves into an investigation of that facility and the neighboring Gaia Valley.
They soon discovered that Gaia Valley was a Solaris testing ground. An artificial river feeds the valley, the water being mundanely and magically filtered as it leaves. Filtered for radiation, pollution and “classified biological detritus”. And recordings left behind by a ghoul named Herald have begun to tell a story of atrocity. A story in which Solaris detonated a zebra megaspell on Equestrian soil!
The answers, the truth behind the Solaris Legacy and the threat it may still pose, are likely hidden in further recordings by the ghoul, in still-functional Solaris terminals, and in a hidden chamber within the “Research & Execution” facility labeled “Bio-Containment”.
But Solaris isn’t the only work of ponies to have left a damaging hoofprint on this beautiful land. The shadow of the Enclave darkens the valley. And the shadow still moves..
In the course of exploring Gaia Valley, the following series of recordings were uncovered:
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No, it’s my tuwn!
Stawt now? Okay.
Hi! I’m Joy. I’m fiwst year and I alweady know thwee spells! Last week I leawned a healing spell so whenever somepony has an owie, I can fix it! Dancing Lights… he’s my elemin…emelar… basic spells teacher says I might be a natuwal at healing magic!
My mommy and daddy awe Peawl Sheen and Hewald, and…
Hey, no poking!
Anyways, we awe all on a field twip to Gaia Valley. It’s weally pwetty! I wish I could live here! Not that I don’t like living at Pwincess Luna’s school. It’s weally nice. My bed is much bigger than I used to have, and my woommate is okay except he snores. And we have the bestest teachers!
Cheewilee… do you wemember Cheewilee? She’s our Pony Studies teacher! She’s weally pwetty and super nice and she’s the only earth pony teacher in the entiwe school!... anyway, she’s having us do a time capsule! So we all get to make recowdings and put all sowts of stuff in it and we buwy it here in Gaia Valley and in ten years when we gwaduate we come back and dig it up!
Anyways, I’m supposed to say what I think the future will be like. Well, I’ll be all gwown up and I hope I’ll be a healer, maybe even at the hospital in Stalliongwad where I was bown! Helping mommys have little colts of their own. And fillies too. And maybe I’ll marry Cheewilee, but she’s kinda old. So maybe that cute red-maned filly in thiwd year? I don’t know her name, but she does weally awesome fire spells!
And, um… I guess that’s it. Oh, of couwse in the future the stupid war will be over and evewypony will live together and be happy. Even zebwas! Next week, Cheewilee says she’s gonna have a zebwa come to class to show us how zebwas are really nice like ponies when we don’t fight. Do you think the zebwa will have glowing eyes like all the pictuwes?
Hey, I said no poking! I’m almost done!
Anyways… um… okay, you go next.
----- OOO -----
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Oh sweet Celestia. I… I didn’t think…
It’s been ten years since I lost my little Joy. Ten years, and now, hearing his voice again…
I…
I knew this would be painful, but I had no idea. He was going to be a healer. If… if things were different, he’d probably be working for the Ministry of Peace right now.
I knew this would be painful. But I had to. For him. Hell, they tried to keep me out of the valley, those Solaris ponies, but I had to come here. Had to dig it up. It’s my son. My joy. The last message, last thing he ever said. The capsule was meant to be dug up now. It was only right.
…It’s all I have left of him. It was a promise. I promised him I’d be here when it was dug up. Even if I had to dig it up myself…
What the…?! Sirens?
What’s happening?! What…
----- OOO -----
----- OOO -----
They did it! Sweet Celestia, the zebras… they megaspelled us! They destroyed us! Killed us all.
I don’t quite know how I survived… but I don’t think it will be for much longer. The air is poison. I can feel it burning me up inside. I’m so weak. I… I barely managed to make it to this cave.
They killed us. Just like they killed my Joy.
I hope we killed them back, the bastards.
----- OOO -----
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I’m… still alive. My mane is falling out. My skin burns so badly I can’t sleep. But I’m alive. It hurts so much! But… I have to stay alive. I have to, in order to tell ponies the truth. To let them know what has happened here.
I’m beyond medical help. This is magical damage… magical radiation. Luna, where did they even get such horrible magic!
I’ve used up all the painkillers I had, and I’ve begun to raid them from the Solaris bastards. They’re everywhere. They’ve got little packages of glowing orange stuff. I tried it, and it took the pain away for a while… but the side effects… worst ever.
This… this wasn’t the zebras. It was Solaris. Solaris megaspelled Gaia Valley.
They’ve got ponies in radiation suits wandering all over the irradiated hellscape they created. I’ve managed to stay hidden. At least for now. I’ve been trying to spy, find out what I can. I think… I think the rest of Equestria is okay. From the way those suited ponies have been talking, what they did here is a secret. What they’re doing, rather. Whatever they’re doing, it’s not over. Yesterday, one of those Solaris ponies said something about “Phase Three”. Whatever that is.
How cloud they be allowed to do this? Why would they? How could any pony destroy part of Equestria like this? On purpose! Were they… Were they testing to see what a zebra megaspell would do? Maybe try to find a way to protect us? Merciful Celestia, did Solaris steal a megaspell from the zebras?
I… I think they did.
Somepony’s coming. Herald out..
----- OOO -----
----- OOO -----
I burn!
The pain is unbearable! Inside and out. I cannot sleep. I cannot eat. My mane has fallen out. My coat is pealing away. Exposing hot, raw, red flesh. My coat has slewed from my flank… but the reddened flesh grows dark here, a blackened trumpet, a shadow of my cutie mark.
I don’t know how many days it has been. Thrice now, I have stolen the glowing orange liquid in the Solaris bags and drank it. The affects are beyond horrible and last days, but at least they take away the pain for a few hours first. At least, for a time, I can think clearly again. But it’s getting harder to acquire. Last time, that damned Solaris Security buffalo and his horrid dogs nearly got me. Mean, savage things. Big. I think Solaris breeds them for aggression…
…the dogs, not the buffalo…
It’s not my body I fear for most, but the deterioration of my mind. Each day, I remind myself who I am, and who is important to me, lest I forget. I cannot forget. I must not forget my dear Joy.
I… I am Herald. My special talent… hehe… is being a tattletale. All the kids said so. And they were right. I’m a reporter now…
My wife is Pearl Sheen… she’s also our editor-and-chief at the Royal Canterlot Voice. So that means… unofficially… she works for the Ministry of Image. And I work for her. Officially. I love her… so dearly.
She’s probably worried. I don’t know how many days it has been. Somepony at the Voice must have noticed… missed me. Maybe. I don’t know how many days it has been. I…
I think I already said that.
I have a son. No, had a son … my beautiful Joy…
I cannot forget my Joy.
----- OOO -----
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Celestia is here! Or was here. I saw Her in the distance, through the radiation-warped air. At least… no, I’m sure it was Her. I couldn’t tell more than her silhouette, but… ARRUGH! Dammit, the orange poison…
Celestia… she looked pissed. And I think I heard Her shouting. Solaris has poisoned part of Equestria. Ruined it. Urrrngh! They couldn’t possibly get away with that. It couldn’t possibly go unnoticed.
I tried to get closer but the orange drink’s convulsions had already started.
Tonight, the Solaris ponies are buzzing around like a beehive that’s been bucked. I can almost taste their anxiety. The “white coats”, I overheard from a maintenance pony, are preparing for Phase Three. It comes tonight… and I think it is the only thing standing between them and the wrath of the sun come morning.
AAAAARGH!! Oh Celestia! No more. I’ll never drink it again! Ple…EEEAAAAAK!
I hope She burns them all! But… She won’t. That is not Celestia’s way. She is loving, kind… merciful.
I hope Luna burns them all!
AAAAIIEEE!!--*
----- OOO -----
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How long have I been out?
My memories are returning, but sluggishly. I can remember bits. Pieces.
I’m trying to get my bearings. The whole world has changed. Nothing seems familiar. The pain… is gone. Completely gone. There is a pressure in my head, like a headache before it hurts, but that is all.
It is dark. Moving towards the entrance of my cave, I can see a dim light. The air is clear, not the poisonous green I seem to remember. But a thick cloud-cover filters Celestia’s light. I cannot tell the time of day.
Whatever it is that I have become, whatever Solaris’ megaspell turned me into… I’ve never slept before. I think I’ve been asleep for a very long time. Or, at least, in a state I will call sleep.
It was that plant. I’m sure of it. The last thing I remember was eating one of those strange fruits… the ones from the plants that started growing throughout the hell that Solaris had turned Gaia Valley into. I was mad from pain. I was desperate. The fruit was slimey, horrible, foul… but the juice cooled my throat, eased the burning a little. Then… nothing.
There are names on the walls. I recognize some of them. Herald. That is my name. I am Herald. I am… alone.
Other names: Gaia Valley, Solaris. Those names I know. Gaia Valley is here. Solaris… I know that name all too well. Others: Vernal, Pearl Sheen. I do not know these names. But there is one name… one I feel I should know. Joy. I know Joy… but I cannot remember who, or why. But the name is heavy on my heart; I feel its importance. And it hurts. Because I should remember…
The pressure in my head makes it hard to think. A dull throbbing now. Not really painful, but… unhelpful.
Oh…
…Celestia!
Outside my cave… the whole world is changed. Gaia Valley is… pure. Beautiful! Green. But not like before. Those plants, they are everywhere. They grow out of the ground, out of the rocks, on the trees…
Wait…
Oh… oh Celestia… Joy! My son!
----- OOO -----
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It has been… I do not know how long. Weeks, at least, since my last journal. Months?
The headaches are getting worse.
I found a whole lot of these pink recording modules squirreled away near my cave. I think I may have put them there, but I cannot remember doing so. I’ve tried listening to a few, and they all carry voices of long dead children. I’m using them now to continue my journal, having run out of my own. It was not an easy choice. At first, I felt like I was desecrating them. Wiping away memories of these young colts and fillies who deserved to be remembered. But now, I’ve come to think of it as finally putting their spirits to rest. Although there is one I cannot bear to record over. That of a young colt names Joy. I do not know why… but hearing that recording always moves me so powerfully. It hurts, and yet I cannot let it go.
I spotted the tribals -- I can think of no other word for them -- again today. They wear barding crafted from the remnants of Solaris uniforms and the hide of animals, lashed together by vines made from the omnipresent plants. Some carry sharpened sticks while others brandish badly aged firearms. A different tribe, I think, than the one whose ponies came foraging near my cave many days ago. Different markings. They spoke, but their words were strange, the meaning muddled. They spoke Equestrian, but their speech has …devolved? Colloquialized? Altered through slang and personal phrases and re-interpreting of words. The sort of change to language that must have taken generations in isolation. As if to strengthen my theory, they had a colt with them.
The colt spotted me and galloped away in horror. The adults took up fearful, defensive stances. I retreated back into the forest.
Generations. I believe my long sleep was far longer than I imagined.
----- OOO -----
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They did it. The zebras… they actually destroyed Equestria.
After weeks without a break in the clouds, I knew something was wrong. I hiked to the old Solaris building and looked out. It’s as if Gaia Valley and Equestria have traded places – the valley is an oasis of beautify and purity, and the rest of my beautiful homeland is a blasted, poisoned waste.
Solaris, they did it too. Heh. They found a way to restore the world… sort of. Heh, isn’t that funny? It’s the Solaris plants. They grow everywhere in the valley. *Everywhere.* I’ve even seen them growing on the metal wrecks of old chariots and campers, their roots riddling the metal like an infection. These plants, they feed on the radiation and the toxins – suck them out of the land and air – and transform them into something healthy and good. The waters flowing into Gaia Valley are heavily irradiated. But the plants – the Twisted Manes call them “punga” – they grow in the water like reeds, purifying it.
It is a good thing, I have discovered, that there is some irradiated water here. Bob needs it. And so do I.
The tribals, I have discovered, are descendants of the Solaris employees. That building had a miniature stable where the Solaris ponies must have hid for a time… before it failed. And failed badly, I would guess from the way the children of the survivors avoid the building like it is cursed. At times, I find myself curious how things went in there, considering the fractured community that emerged from it. The tribes seem to herald… hehe, herald… back to the departments in the facility. The Twisted Manes, which seem to be a priest tribe, and the Tenants, who hold the keys to the tribals’ sacred places, are clearly the progeny of the maintenance ponies.
Hee hee. Mane-Tenants. Hah!
The tribals leave me alone. I think it’s because of Bob. The other day, one of them left a bird at the door of my cave. A wounded owl, its wing broken. It wasn’t from Gaia Valley. I could see the damage drinking and breathing the toxins outside has done. Mangy, half blind. But what killed it wasn’t anything outside. It was one of those plants. They’ll grow in anything irradiated. Anything.
One night, the headaches just stopped. And there was one of those “punga” growing out of my skull. I think he’s cute, really. The way he bobs up and down on my head when I walk. So I called him Bob. I asked him if he liked the name, then nodded my head and saw him agree.
Bobbing bobbity Bob. Heehehe. Humgh.
Equestria is gone. But at least I’m not alone anymore.
----- OOO -----
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They think I’m a god, the tribals do. Well, not me. Bob. Twisted Manes seem to believe that I grew out of Bob, not the other way around. I’m some avatar of the punga, taken pony form for them to worship. I’ve tried telling them otherwise, but they never listen. I can barely understand this new generation’s speech, but I think they believe what I say is Bob testing them. Frustrating ponies. I generally try to ignore the lot of them.
Except today I didn’t. Today I tried to give them an order. I don’t think it worked. Part of me really, deeply hopes it didn’t. Either way, my soul will never recover.
I’ve told them to kill.
Explorers – ragged, shabby ponies from the wastes beyond the valley’s walls – stumbled into the valley. They were ugly, sickly, but good ponies at heart. Friendly. And the Twisted Manes, being good if frustrating ponies, welcomed them. Gave them drink. Fed them.
Fed them the punga.
I remember very little of the years that have gone by. But I remember the bird at my doorstep. The punga’s fruit holds seeds, and those seeds will grow in anything whose substance has soaked in the radiation of the poisoned Equestria.
I do not sleep. But I dream. And in those dreams, I see the punga spreading beyond the valley, unstoppable. Sinking its roots into every living thing in the blighted lands. Mass extinction, a prelude to Equestria’s hollow rebirth.
Solaris succeeded. And their success threatens an apocalypse even greater than the war.
----- OOO -----
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I’ve heard the tale now. One survivor of the ill-fated expedition wandered into a town, raving in the throws of dying madness, telling of an oasis hidden somewhere up the river, a green place of clean air and pure water. The poor pony croaked in the midst of his rants.
The townsfolk never understood what killed him – assumed it was radiation insanity – but I’d bet if you cut that pony open, you’d find roots in his body where only meat and blood should be.
I’m leaving Gaia Valley. Aw, shucks, I don’t know why I stay any way. Meaningless names scrawled on a wall. Purposeless recordings done out of habit.
The punga clog the river, stealing what little precious poison comes my way. Getting harder to find something good and irradiated to drink. Gonna be the case everywhere soon enough. I’ve seen the punga growing along the riverbanks in the canyon beyond that big building with the pornographic winged unicorn on it. The punga got out.
The new ending has already started.
More strangers have come, but not the explorers I expected. Griffins bearing tribal banners of black and red, bringing promises and guns. Giving both to the White Hooves, who have gone to war with the other tribes. They’ve already exterminated the Tenants. Taken the keys to their holy places. Gaia Valley’s river runs red. I think the Twisted Manes and the Dead Buffalo are preparing retaliation. I don’t want to see it. Prefer to remember this place like it was.
There’s a city down the river where the explorers came from. A place the griffins’ chief seeks to conquer. Maybe I will find a new home there. In the very least, give them warning. And then wait out the end.
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Between these recordings and other discoveries, the history of Gaia Valley was revealed. And the group of brave caravan ponies, accompanied by a historical researcher from the Followers of the Apocalypse, ended a great threat there. Below is the opening from the final session of the Gaia Valley adventure:
History.
We devour the events of the present like starving children. Our experiences nourish us, fill us. But then, all too, often, we forget about the meal once it is over, giving it no further heed or contemplation to suppers long past.
But history, like the punga, leaves its seeds.
Gaia Valley’s history had seeds whose roots ran deep. In the last months of the war, Solaris strove to create an alternate solution to revitalizing Equestria in the wake of a megaspell apocalypse. Their solution was a plant created to feed on the toxins and magical radiation that would poison Equestria in the aftermath of such an attack. A plant magically engineered to grow and spread voraciously, to take root everywhere there was radiation and cleanse it.
In order to test their creation, Solaris first had to imitate the conditions of a post-apocalyptic Equestria. And they did so by detonating a zebra balefire bomb in the heart of the geographically enclosed Gaia Valley. Where and how they procured this weapon is still unknown.
The apocalypse did come.
The employees of the Solaris research facility at the edge of the valley took shelter in the bowels of their building, hiding from the devastation that tried to end the world. Over a generation later, they emerged to find not devastation but an isolated paradise. Solaris’ experiment was a success; and in fate’s twisted sense of irony, Gaia Valley had become an oasis in the wasteland. What had once been workers within different departments of the Solaris facility and evolved into separate tribes. For a while, those tribes were peaceful towards each other. But strangers found their way into the valley.
At first, friendly explorers. But later, representatives of Red Eye’s slaver empire reached out, forging an alliance with one of the tribes, the White Hooves, and giving them the means to conquer the others. The White Hooves turned on the other tribes, intent on taking the valley for themselves and giving those they did not kill to Red Eye as slaves. The other tribes banded together and fought back. And when Red Eye was defeated, the White Hooves’ outside support evaporated. The other tribe won, and although not all survived, they broke the White Hooves and drove them from Gaia Valley.
But this was not enough to save Gaia Valley. The alliance between Red Eye and the White Hooves was noticed by the Enclave. The Enclave’s original plot against the valley and its inhabitants didn’t survive the tides of war. But years later, when the pegasi civil war had shifted, driving the Enclave and those loyal to them into retreat, the Enclave once again turned an eye to Gaia Valley. This time, as a refuge.
The Enclave descended on Gaia Valley in great force. But the valley was not without its defenders. A band now called The Heroes of the North stood between the Enclave and the tribals of the valley. And it is because of them that any survived. But they could not hold back the Enclave, and eventually chose to shield the tribes as they evacuated the valley that had been their home for nearly two hundred years.
Today, more than twenty years later, small bands of Enclave Loyalists still use Gaia Valley as a save haven and a base from which to conduct raids and stockpile in the vain hope of a future return to glory.
But there was at least one more seed planted in the history of Gaia Valley: that of the punga itself. Designed to be Equestria’s salvation, the punga was a plague in plant form. One that would blanket the land, choking the life out of every rival, slaughtering every creature that has been exposed to radiation – and that was all of them. If the punga escaped its enclosed environment, it would spread like a disease, causing the extinction of countless species, including the ponies of Equestria.
The punga did get out. But before it could spread, the Gardens of Equestria purged the land of the very radiation that the punga needed to survive. The new Bearers of the Elements never knew the ecological holocaust that they prevented. Only in the strange muds and waters of the Froggy Bottom Bog and Lookout Plateau did the punga survive – and only then because they were mutated by their environment beyond anything that Solaris would have recognized as their hoofwork.
Now, our heroes stand at the center of the very last seed planted by the Solaris legacy, as they journey deeper into the Solaris Research & Execution North facility, hunted by the last surviving member of an Enclave Loyalist squad.
MEERH, Already narrated you say?! WELL THEN. I will make sure to narrate them myself! And probably worse than they have already been narrated! :P
A thoughtful, enjoyable and well thought through idea as usual, Kkat.
Oh, daaaamn. I like this. I like it a lot. (And I know the series of audio recordings from FO: NV the first few are based on.)
Very nicely done.
Those narrations...
Fascinating! More?!?
There are no ponymotes strong enough for how awesome that was!
And yet, so much teasing, really want the whole story, where'd they go? how'd they win? So much more but, really, that was amazing.
Heh. Bob and Herald. Wouldn't be Fallout without them.
Also, loved that introduction at the end. ...yes, that's what I mean. Read it in the voice of Ron Perlman, and it worked beautifully.
All in all, another fascinating look at the wider Wasteland. As always, thank you for it.
(Obligatory Wicker Man reference.)
Herald and Bob! lol! I actually wonder where did you put FO:2 references. I'm Loving Fallout 2 soo much, can't wait to play the first one and the third one
Oh, how I wish the entire campaign could be in prose. That was a blast to read.
I really love Scorch's readings of these. He has the perfect voice for it. And this is a very interesting adaptation of Honest Hearts as well.
Combining the Survivalist and Harold/Bob was unexpected, since I already kind of considered Fluttershy to be Fallout: Equestria's Harold, given her final fate. Then again, the original story split certain characters up as well. Like how there was no one single character representing John Henry Eden, but instead we had Red Eye speaking through the spritebots like Eden, and the leader of the Enclave was a different guy altogether.
Calling the fruits punga was a nice touch as well. Point Lookout was my favourite DLC of 3, but it's sadly the one that seems to get the least acknowledgement. So it's nice to see it getting something. I can't even count how many other side-stories have tried to do their take on Lonesome Road, Old World Blues, and Operation Anchorage, but I've seen nary a mention of a decent Point Lookout adaptation.
Hell, I've even seen a lot trying to do Dead Money and The Pitt, even though they're already adapted in the original story like you said. Most of the time, this is just done by making the parallels less subtle. So instead of it being Canterlot draped in a toxic pink cloud and inhabited by a unique variant of ghouls that Littlepip has to venture into in search of the black book, it'll be the "Sierra Maredre Casino," a red cloud, "ghost ponies," and a crazy Steel Ranger elder making the protagonist go in. Originality? What's that?
God, I've missed your writing, Kkat. It's not without flaws, but you know what? It's still better than most.
That was amazing. The plots deep and the emotions moving.
Im sorry, maybe I missed something, but how the fuck does THIS tie into anything?
Bit outta nowhere, was it painted on, or does the building literally have alicorn porn on it?
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One of these weeks, I'll have to detail my headcanon for Fallout: Equestria's version of Point Lookout.
I ran several sessions of the Stalliongrad game in that location.
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I'm sure he was just seeing things or overstating the matter. I doubt the Solaris logo is any more pornographic than the camel that symbolizes Camel Cigarettes. Or maybe a Miley Cyrus music video.
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HUH? what recordings do you mean? I don't remember anything similar.
dude, you need to send me couple of your games. I've been pondering a FO:E D'n'D for a while but I just can't think of how to do it. Maybe some of your's will give me a good idea... please?
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Oh, please do. I greatly look forward to it.
It's not quiet a story, but I really look forwards to any of the blogs that you put out.
Wow very well done mini-story. I enjoyed it a lot.
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The system can be found here.
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You have a point there, I guess I took it as literal, and not subject to personal perspective
Although, I dont quite think compairing miley cyrus music videos to any logo really works.
seriously, those are some weird music videos.
kissing hammers n junk. Depending who you were, I suppose you could call it pornagraphic.
very specific brand of cigaretts though. Id never even seen them before
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A few decades ago, during an outbreak of concern over "subliminal advertizing", Camel cigarettes drew a lot of attention with people claiming the camel was pornographic due to what they believed to be a nude man with an erection hidden in the leg of the camel, a per this older image.
As to whether the Solaris logo is pornographic, you would have to as Mimezinga.
Was saving this to read later for awhile, and it was beautiful.
It leaves me wanting to read the story of what happened in-between, though.
Exellent world-building as always.
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>searches for the man hidden in the legs
>searches
>searches
Geese its like one of those pictures made of dots.
Damn shame I can never actually see the image.
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Wow.
Did you write all of that?
1813530
Of course.
That was very intense, I liked very much so. I never once thought of an FoE harold equivalent and yet I'm overjoyed to see one appear. I also really like the way you combined an element from point lookout into gaia valley. The Rad eating punga. I love to read your blog posts, very good for inspiration, so let me thank you
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Was there ever any doubt?