Wasteland Posts

A stranger in an unforgiving land, she remembers life before the bombs, but has been forced to survive in a world long after. She struggles with selfish necessity and her old motherly instincts, and tries to do what she can to make the wastes at least a little bit better, if even only for herself. Posts are episodic, with each following the last. Overwhelmingly inspired by the game Fallout 4.


Wasteland: Minutes by Minutes (Part 1)

Wasteland: Minutes by Minutes (Part 1)

While walking to Diamond City, that beacon of civilization wherein which I hoped to make my fortune, I ran into a stern-looking band of Revolutionary War-era soldiers. At least, that’s what the tri-corner hats and long coats were meant to convey, I suppose. Most...
Wasteland: Monsters in the Dark (Part 3)

Wasteland: Monsters in the Dark (Part 3)

For the second time in as many minutes, I found myself thrown back down the stairs, breath knocked out of me. The world moved in swirls, both from head trauma and the disturbed dust kicked into the air. My ears rang and I felt blood oozing out of my nose. I could...
Wasteland: Monsters in the Dark (Part 2)

Wasteland: Monsters in the Dark (Part 2)

It looked like nobody had been inside the Witchcraft Museum’s basement in ages, but lit only by the soft green glow of my Pip-Boy, everything stood out with odd shadows, glowed with an otherworldly radiance. I nearly squeezed off a few rounds when I turned a...
Wasteland: Monsters in the Dark (Part 1)

Wasteland: Monsters in the Dark (Part 1)

The Commonwealth has always “entertained” a connection with witchcraft, for good or ill. Even ignoring the superstitious insanity of centuries past, a sizable chunk of American history happened here, and so there are battle sites, graveyards, and places of...
Wasteland: Turnaround

Wasteland: Turnaround

People over in Goodneighbor made a big to-do about the old Freedom Trail, said it’s one of the only good things left in the Commonwealth. On a whim I decided to take a walk down streets I used to know so well. Instead of the well-kept storefronts and historic...
Wasteland: The Iron Skies

Wasteland: The Iron Skies

Walking out of an abandoned bunker I spent the evening exploring, I expected the mid-morning sun to be blinding and overhead, and raised a hand to shield my eyes. Instead, the world seemed dim, cold, and undercut by a constant thrumming in the air. Looking up, I stood...