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I'm just throwing this out here, and before anyone says "this is not wargaming fiction!" - well, it is.
Me and a friend use the necromunda rules (from Yakromunda), with a few house-rules, to simulate a tabletop version of the Fallout-verse.
(It's pretty rough and ready, and it'd send the YMDC boys into fits with it's balancing issues - if anyone knows of a better system, I'd love to hear it!)

This is some fluff for my character - An NCR sharpshooter who was sent west on a long-range scout (he annoyed the wrong general)
At the time of writing, he's camped out in the west side of the DC area, near the BoS's Citadel.
Our game is set post-FO3/FNV, in 2284, so the enclave are pretty much out of the picture... The other background can come later

Anyway, here it is, the journal of Cpl John Kroe.

Journal entry - 9th September, 2284

Found a new place to hole up - it’s near what my map calls "Arlington library", there was some raider chick camped out in here, but I sneaked in past the traps and stabbed her in her sleep.
The traps are set again, and I finally found a use for those mines that weird woman in Megaton gave me.
I saw some of those Talon company jerkwads moving around opposite with one of their clanking robots. The type with the minigun and missiles. Not my kinda party at all.

I don’t sleep on the bed – the mattress smelled of damp and it was covered in the previous owner's blood – So instead I curl up behind Anna’s scope, wrapped in the blanket I scrounged in the metro.
God, the metro – that was rough there.
Might as well do an inventory, like they taught me back in recon...
What I got:

• One “silenced” custom-grip sniper rifle, with 36 .308 rounds, and 4 AP rounds.
• One 10mm pistol, with 24 10mm rounds (the metro fight really dented my munitions stock)
• One combat knife (a bit blunt now – again, thanks to the metro)
• My fatigues, plus my boots, goggles, beret and a bandanna.
• 3 cans of pork n’ beans, various other foodstuffs – not sure how safe they are to eat though.
• 3 bottles of purified water, plus a half-full canteen.
• My pack, my compass, and a penknife
• A packet of mentats (half empty), and a week’s doses of radaway.
• One hunting rifle in terrible condition, and 8 handmade rounds (equally crappy)
• 2 weapon repair kits, and a nearly complete med-kit (only missing the med-X that I traded for the food)
• One teddy bear, and a metro map (which is completely bogus – half those tunnels don’t exist anymore)

That’s it – all I have. That and about forty bottle caps.
I can stay here a while longer, then I’ll move –I could go over the Potomac and into the proper depths of DC, or I could try and get back north and into the wasteland.
I miss the Mojave – at least there was company there – even forlorn hope was better than here.
I should never have taken this assignment. I walk across the entire bloody country, and now what – shoot Super mutants until I die of rad-poisoning? Great, thanks General...

Speaking of the mutants, all the ones here seem the really aggressive type – brains to pull a trigger and yell “smash!”, but no “talkies”. Also no Nightkin here, which is a relief...

But it’s crawling with brotherhood of steel!
Apparently they had a showdown with the enclave, and won – Project pure or something?
Anyway, they’re much stronger here than in the east, they seem to be the ones running the place now. Them and the radroaches. I swear I saw ones as big as dogs!
What else – oh, there’s the raiders, feral ghouls of all flavours, and to cap it all off – DEATHCLAWS.
Whole load of those monsters apparently live a way north in one of the suburbs, but I definitely saw one skulking around in the ruins just west – fortunately it was busy eating a couple of refugees at the time, so I just slipped past.

Well, I may as well write whatever else I can while I’m here, I’ll stay here one more day, keeping an eye on the BoS, then make a move. They’ve been moving back and forth like fire ants from the library, on a pretty regular schedule, so it must be important. Or maybe they keep forgetting their library cards, I don’t know.



Note: "Anna" is his rifle, if you missed it
Thanks for reading, I hope I captured the spirit of those Fallout notes you find in-game.
More tomorrow - "Thaanks for listenin', Chiiiiildren!"

Journal entry #2

Other reasons I hate this place:
• No drink to be found
• No gambling
• No company
• Cold and gloomy as hell
• Full of stuff that wants to kill me (so was the desert – but at least I had backup there!)

I miss the neon. The way it flickers, and the comforting buzz it makes. And the people, I miss people... Even those hippies in Freeside were better conversation than the locals here.

What else...well, there’s that weird dog sniffing around outside again... I might take a shot at him to alleviate the boredom – I mean, at least in the desert there was always something to take a potshot at (usually one of those legion idiots)
but here, in the ruins – it’s like when I was on patrol in North Vegas, around the ruins. No clear fire lanes, and enough cover to hide a herd of Brahmin.
Except out here, instead of leather and chem abuse, the local crazies have power armour and lasers.

And apparently a big robot that throws nukes, but I know that has to be Brahmin-crap.
I mean, come on! That’s as dumb as the stories about the 8 giant Super mutants.

Urgh. My mouth feels like old carpet – it’s the dust here, I swear that the sandstorms back home tasted better. Smells like old trash and mould around here.
Getting low on clean water, I might have to knock off one of those BoS water caravans myself – I don’t want to risk trying to buy it – Although maybe these ones don’t know about the NCR?
And it’s not like I’ll leave my beret on, I’ll just be a wastelander with a sniper rifle to them...
I don’t know. Seems like a lousy way to die – vaporised for trying to buy a drink.
Maybe it’s more like Vegas here than I’d thought.

Are we likely to get any more of this? I know 10 days isn't a long gap, but I really enjoyed the first two parts.