#whitespring

Text-based roleplay, Wasteland RP, has now activate on our Fallout 76 Roleplay Discord server! We’re communicating through prose paragraphs!

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At the bloody horror that is Bolton Greens, a teen rises from beneath a pile of dead bodies…

In small and festive town of Helvetia, a strangely dressed robot realizes it has new dreams…

And in a place that we shall not yet name, Clarissa Kubrick draws her gun…

Meanwhile, back at Whitespring…

Voice of Robot Carla from Cheers: “Wasteland RP is filmed before a live studio audience.”

A roll of thunder in the distance became the echoing footsteps of the Enclave officers, in service of Empress Von Killchild. A circus of hooligans strode beside them, gathered by Von Killchild to fight alongside the Enclave as she spread her influence across the wasteland.

Tannin watched through freshly polished lenses as Officer Shoshana Pai strode at the lead, tightly uniformed. Von Killchild’s empire had see impossible victories as it spread across the lands, but with every victory came madness, and even from this distance, Tanen could see the madness spreading behind Shoshana’s face.

Shoshauna Pai has tried growing her hair in the atom bomb style of her Empress and Queen, but Von Killchild had taken offense, and burned Shoshana’s mushroom cloud off, right there on the spot.

The two uniformed officers just behind her were clearly feeling the intensity as well. One was older, smiling over gritting teeth. The other was younger, and appeared to be on a constant state of shock and terror.

But the slender man in the top hat, wearing red, was feeling none of that stress at all. He grinned a dark grin, as he reassured the lead officer about a situation Tanen could not hear the details of.

A man with a suit made American flags walked behind them, hands deep in his pockets. From the patriotic collar of that suit rose, snake-like, a head covered in black metal-threaded fabric, a marine tactical mask. His face had no mouth, and was featureless, but for the dark, reflective eyes, black-mirrored like crude oil.

The Patriot was whispering to a clown walking alongside them. As threatening and insane as this clown clearly was, he too was radiating calm, undisturbed by whatever situation was bothering the uniformed.

None of them bothered turning to even glance at Tannin as they strode past. None save the last, the one lurking furthest behind…

Dario Morton, alias Dario The Ghoulish…

The Ghoulish One’s mask was a massive twist of iron, beset with round, blood-red glass eyes that glared at Tannin like hot stars. His words arose from within the mask’s gaping grimace like a dead man rising from the grave.

Dario stared at the robot, stared into him… and then finally spoke.

“I have often wondered at the depths of the robot mind,” said Dario, “and I am wondering now at the depths of yours…” Dario’s arms hung limply at his side. “I feel that you might be hiding something from us, Tannin. Some secret… Do you hide it from Empress Von Killchild as well?”

Tannin spoke. “Security is our top priority.”

And Dario replied. “…indeed. Indeed… Perhaps I should drink with you sometime, Tannin. Perhaps I should drink with you at your bar, instead of alone, as I so often do. The things you and I have both seen over the years.... You and I have much to discuss, I imagine.”

Dario stared for long moment more... then turned as if on an axis, and continued after the rest of the Von Killchild’s servants, who were already descending the stairs ahead.

Tannin returned to his default position, removed a bottle of bourbon from below the bar, and started to pour.

A woman in a trench coat burst up beside him, like a molerat bursting from it’s hole.

Her eyes were bright, her mustache was fake, her sleeves went well past her hands, and she was ready to drink.

Her name was Jamie Spano.

“Holy crap, that was close,”

Tannin handed Jamie her glass, and a sudden confused scream rang out as a man she had just met that morning came tumbling from above the bar. He crashed hard into the ground, like he was his own Three Stooges movie.

“Balls!” the man shouted as he flailed about on the ground, struggling to regain his feet.

And once those feet were regained, so was his dignity, as he radiated that style of impossible charm that only the heavy set middle aged alcoholic can radiate, and asked Tannin for another pour.

“So we were just introducing ourselves when the dark side stormed by,” said Jamie.

“Yes, indeed Ms Spano.” He shot out his hand to shake hers. “Phoenix McGillicuddy, the Whitespring’s most outstanding and long-lasting human customer. I was here when the bombs went off and kind of faded into the background when the bots started kicking people off the property. Security is constantly trying to kill me, but the wait staff is beyond compare. Tannin and Bubbles are delightful. They mix a mean drink, and they haven’t ratted me out yet, so here I am, living in the walls like, well, like a rat, sort of. But a charming rat, like the kinds who sing, and drink bourbon.”

“All rats drink bourbon, Mister McGillicuddy, but we enjoy you anyways,” called Bubbles, the sassy and spherical, French-accented, lady Nuka-Cola bot running the soda fountain around the corner.

Tannin turned to Jamie. “Welcome to the Whitespring.”

“Thank you very much, Tannin,” Jamie said as she raised her glass, but suddenly they heard another door open, down the hall.

“Who’s that!?” Jamie and Phoenix exclaimed in unison.

To be continued...

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We plan on adding a second text-based roleplay setting in the coming weeks - Vault 76 RP. This will be dedicated to our time in Vault 76, and the mysterious events which took place there. 

“Did you ever go all the way down in Vault 76? Down into the darkness?