Ricebowl 70

  There were many concepts that had been long dead before you were born with all the borders between countries and creeds being bombed out into the ashes by the nukes, the outside world is a mystery outside of the windows of the base that you and the other survivors had lived inside of.  You were born inside one of the metro systems with it being the only thing that survived the barrage of nukes that had hit the surface and since then you had to survive through tooth and nail from other militias wanting to kill you to insane people driven to kill due to the isolation of the haunting subway tunnels. However, the worst thing that you had encountered within only the most abandoned of subway stations, the crumbling and rusting area that no one had ever walked through by a few and those creatures were known as mutants, creatures twisted and moulded my radiation beyond any human could ever dream of taking in but the creatures still lived either way. There were the spiderbugs which w...

  Another long day had passed in the nuclear wasteland that was once known as America, the feeling of the dust brushing against your face as the burning hot sun pushed against your armoured body which was making you feel like you were boiling to death but it was necessary here in this nuclear hell. Any sense of the laws that you had remembered since you had been frozen was now long dead as any raider or gunman could shove a chunk of lead through your brain to insane warlords trying to kill you every half a minute. Even worse were the other things that lurked in what used to be Boston to robots with deadly aim and programming that meant they’d kill you on sight to creatures so twisted by the nuclear radiation running through the place that you wondered if anything was ever untouched by the nuke. However, you did have some allies with most of them being humans but the one accompanying you was a super mutant known as Strong. Strong was the usual super mutant type, mainly being the fac...

  It had been a long while now since the disaster had occurred at sector zero with you seeming to be the only survivor, left stranded and left to die in the freezing cold tundra and the even colder waters with you eventually releasing that you needed to do whatever you could to survive at this point. The first thing that you did was make a base that was above the frozen ocean which meant that you dive to get most of your resources as you made your home, which consisted of your bedroom, your living room, your bathroom and an area for transmitting and locating signals. You had been tuning it for a couple of hours to see if there was anything else lying within the frozen desert that you were in, the sounds of the radio echoing out and pushing into the air before you managed to catch a unique signal which appeared to be a distress call from something that wouldn’t register on your scanner. Despite this you had gone to investigate anyway, going to the area that the signal was coming fro...

  The clock behind you would tick away at itself as you looked at the static that was on the TV, the ticking itself almost being bragging-like as if the clock was mocking how little time you had left before she would arrive to see you as the scratching of static echoed out into the room. You look up into the ever-shifting grey void that was on your tv work you switching to one of the channels that had long since died out, a skeleton line to the world of the dead with you swearing that you could hear the static speaking to you, singing you a sweet lullaby as to comfort you through your coming demise. It had all started seven days ago when you had found this VHS  tape inside of your basement, covered in dust and looking scratched up to hell with an old VHS player laying next to it and, with your curiosity overtaking you, you proceeded to watch the tape. This was your first mistake and this would be the one that would kickstart your death, the videotape coming on and showing you ...

  The 31st century was a barren wasteland from what humanity had built before with you never knowing what the world was like before the machines dominated this land, your tribe managing to salvage things from areas long, long dead, the sun beating down hit against the ruins of the old world. You loved deep within the grasslands of the forest being far away from any machines that would speak to hunt and kill you, the beasts of metal and wires prowling everywhere, even within the forest you and your tribe would call home. Most of them were either too big to reach where you would go to hide from them, the Thunderjaws and Deathbringers being too big to be able to crush you and the hiding spaces being just small enough that you could escape them, or just weak enough where an attack by what you were armed with would be enough to take them down but one did inspire fear in you and that was the Stalker. The stalkers were cougar-like creatures that would hunt you in packs, the machines being...