FALLOUT FIVE IM CALLIN IT NOW

This is a fanwork made by Lisa Roldan ("@theRoldanator" or "u/tnnlsnks"). I do not own Fallout, nor do I work for Bethesda any way (Hire Me)(Please). All characters and plot lines that take place in this fanwork are mine and my words only. All opinions by characters are not representative of my own. [[begin|who are you?]]

Choose any of the premade characters: You are a young (link: "man")[(set: $gender to "m")(goto: "Name")] that grew up in Vault 700. You're finally considered an Adult by the Vault after your twentieth birthday, and have started working as part of the peacekeepers in the Vault. You lived a quaint life, with a mother and a father, and a younger sister. You're not the smartest, but you're strong and you're well liked by the community. You are a young (link: "woman")[(set: $gender to "f")(goto: "Name")] that grew up in Vault 700. An Adult at the age of twenty-five, you're sensible in your own right, and you've got a good head on you. Many avoid you because of your blunt words, but you have friends here and there. You started training with the Science Division with plans to learn all you can and help the Vault continue to thrive, though you're still considered a student in the eyes of the other scientists and are not included in any major research. Your education is going slowly, as many of the more decorated (and older) scientists seem slow to trust you. You only know your mother, and your father has died before you could even remember him. You identify as (link: "neither man nor woman")[(set: $gender to "n")(goto: "Name")]. You grew up in Vault 700. You're old enough to be considered an Adult by the elders in the Vault at the tender age of twenty-two, and you work as one of the doctors. You're not a scientist, in fact, it seems that the scientists avoid you and your fellow health officials. You seem to be proficient with guns, since you practice religiously ever since your father brought you to the firing range in the deep recesses of the Vault. Your father died some years back, the cause a mystery to a younger you, and your mother works with you keeping the others in the community healthy.

{(if: $gender is "m")[ (set: $heshe to "he") (set: $hesheis to "he's") (set: $himher to "him") (set: $hisher to "his") (set: $boygirl to "boy") (set: $boysgirls to "boys") (set: $manwoman to "man") (set: $menwomen to "men") (set: $guygirl to "guy") (set: $guysgirls to "guys") (set: $dudechick to "dude") (set: $sciencediv to "no") (set: $medicdiv to "no") (set: $pubsafetydiv to "yes") (set: $S to 8) (set: $P to 5) (set: $E to 7) (set: $C to 5) (set: $I to 2) (set: $A to 5) (set: $L to 5) ] (if: $gender is "f")[ (set: $heshe to "she") (set: $hesheis to "she's") (set: $himher to "her") (set: $hisher to "her") (set: $boygirl to "girl") (set: $boysgirls to "girls") (set: $manwoman to "woman") (set: $menwomen to "women") (set: $guygirl to "girl") (set: $guysgirls to "girls") (set: $dudechick to "chick") (set: $sciencediv to "yes") (set: $medicdiv to "no") (set: $pubsafetydiv to "no") (set: $S to 4) (set: $P to 9) (set: $E to 4) (set: $C to 1) (set: $I to 10) (set: $A to 5) (set: $L to 2) ] (if: $gender is "n")[ (set: $heshe to "they") (set: $hesheis to "they're") (set: $himher to "them") (set: $hisher to "their") (set: $boygirl to "person") (set: $boysgirls to "people") (set: $manwoman to "person") (set: $menwomen to "people") (set: $guygirl to "person") (set: $guysgirls to "person") (set: $dudechick to "dude") (set: $sciencediv to "no") (set: $medicdiv to "yes") (set: $pubsafetydiv to "no") (set: $S to 3) (set: $P to 7) (set: $E to 5) (set: $C to 5) (set: $I to 9) (set: $A to 3) (set: $L to 3) ] (put: (prompt: "And your name?") into $name)} Your name is $name, and you [[wake up]].

{(if: $P >= 6)[You wake up and immediately notice that you're (most likely) not where you fell asleep. For one thing, you're wet, or at least as close to wet as you can call... however you feel. Your eyes are still closed and you're not really feeling favorable about the idea of opening them. In fact, they feel as if you've been sleeping for years, and this is the first time that you're opening them. Instead of opening your eyes, you make an attempt to move your arm and you are met with resistance. It's not a hard wall or chains keeping you solidly down (you're not sure why those two things were the first things to come to mind, either) but an odd, cold substance that causes your movements to slow. You freeze and let your thoughts catch up with you. What you're in isn't liquid, but you're at least able to move in it, which constitutes as something in your favor, but you're still not ready to open your eyes, especially with the potential threat of a bright light greeting you and burning your retinas. Who knows, you could be in the process of being prepped for your future alien overlord to probe you. Or something. [[You regret reading that sci-fi comic before sleeping now.|aliens?]]] (else:)[You wake up slowly. Your body feels sluggish and your thoughts come to you slowly. You remember setting your alarm for eight in the morning (or whatever constitutes for morning in the Vault), but you feel as if you've missed eight by a long shot. Your mind immediately focuses on what you read last night (was it last night? your memory fails you at the moment). It was something about your future alien overlords. [[Sure, it was fiction, but you're pretty convinced that the aliens have you now.|aliens?]]]}

shit there's so much ugh .Inventory Systems .Levelling? n o t h a n k s lmao

{(if: $P >= 6)[You can hear voices. They're not too clear, but they sound human. Your senses are slowly coming to, and the voices are either sounding nearer or you're just becoming more aware that the voices are indeed coming from people. After a few more moments you deduce that yes, those same people are speaking English. In fact, they actually sound fairly familiar. By now you figure you're ready to attempt using your using your eyes for what they were made for, and you immediately regret it. What greets you is an obnoxiously bright light and that's really all you can see until you start blinking away the sleep from your eyes. "Ah, good, $hesheis waking up. Conor, please go tell Byron that $name is stable and to set one more plate at the cafeteria tables." A nasally voice sounds from your left. ] (else:)[You can hear some sort of muttering.]}