Ricebowl 70

  The feeling of the crisp air brushing against your skin was a pleasant one and, given that you were going over to have dinner with quite the lady, it was going to keep itself pleasant for the rest of the day if you played your cards right as you’d look down at your phone at a picture of the woman that you were seeing tonight who was the brand new queen Ghidorah herself . She was a actress that had worked on the new Godzilla films for a while now, you had met her back when you were kids where you were unaware that her mother was the original actor for queen Ghidorah back in the 1970s and you had only found this out when you were a teenager when you had actually got off your ass and watched those films. After you had watched them you realized that was why she had always wanted to get into acting since you were little and, deciding that you might as well make up for lost time with her, decided to support her no matter what especially given the Godzilla franchise was struggling at th...

  War was bloody, it had always had been and would always will but when you were fighting against those who seeked to destroy and pervert the empire to their own disgusting “Gods”  you knew that the war was not only necessarily but completely correct given the circumstances of it it all, the fields demanding to be sated with demonic blood. As such you had been roaming around the various battlefields command would demand that you’d go to, using your greatsword to make sure that every single last demonspawn and vermin would be slaughtered before they would get close to any city and today you were dealing with that of the forces of slaanesh, cutting through them like paper. Slaanesh and, by extension, the forces of the chaos god were perversely sexual and extremely violent which made them a rather vile opponent to fight although they were less disgusting then the forces of which Nurgle commanded and less violent of that of Korne but still highly dangerous in their own right altho...

  You had ran for a few miles but you eventually managed to get back to the sanctuary, the walls that surrounded you being a small comfort when you knew what lurked outside of the building especially given that you knew that it was immensely strong and, presumably, had caused the end of the world. That machine was what was known to the Stitchpunks as the fabrication machine but,in the old world, it was known as the B.R.A.I.N, a machine that was built as a showcase for the AI your mother had to tirelessly created but then the government had been taken from her and to the factories, made to produce death machines at a rate that it could barely comprehend. Then the end happened, the machines turned on the humans and wiped out all biological life on the planet down to even mere bacteria until they ran out of fuel, the rusted weapons of humanities hubris laying in the middle of the results of said hubris, rotting lie everything else. In a way that you figured it made sense, you were alw...

  You thought that the apocalypse was the worst thing to happen to planet earth but it turned out that what came afterwards as a hell of a lot worse especially given you weren’t expecting to actually see what had happened up there during the awkward transition from wasteland to a more peaceful society. You were a part of a vault project that was in the middle of the Appalachian heights known as Vault 76 and, for the most part, it was pretty OK until people outside of the vault found it, trying to get in whenever they could in order to crack open the vault to get at what was inside although most gave up when the attempts of trying to wrench the door open failed. Of course, everything secure had a point of weakness and that point to weakness was the vents which, as it turned out, were large enough for a human to crawl through since it wasn’t directly connected to the oxygen purifier which meant that anyone could crawl through, including your kidnappers. You’d wake up to see them loom...