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Fallen Land Lore (Season 2)

6 months ago
Commended by Mizal on 3/1/2025 12:34:12 PM

(Separating this one from the old lore thread as it's relevant to the new game. As always feel free to put your gay roleplaying posts in this thread assuming you're not too lazy this time.)

Faction Lore Year 5

So a few years have passed since the Battle of the Black Fortress. Some things remain the same, but much has changed and as with most things, not always for the better.

New factions have arisen in place of old ones that were destroyed while others have morphed into something much different. Naturally with all these changes strife also comes about and it is only a matter of time before all out war breaks out again

As the saying goes, those who don’t learn from history are doomed to repeat it, so once again is the background lore for those that seek to tame the FALLEN LAND.

The Old Powers (And some new changes)

The Regulators

“This is STILL our land, and you’re STILL all just our guests here.” - Still the sheriff around these parts

The most visible “leader” of the old Fallen Land Alliance the Regulators have probably changed the least of all the factions. They still more or less try to keep the peace though lately it’s been a major headache to keep any sort of order mainly because they don’t have much support from the other factions anymore for various reasons, though the biggest one is a lack of manpower to provide assistance that other factions need elsewhere. As a result there isn’t so much of an alliance anymore as it’s more of a mutual non-aggression pact.

Of course the Regulators never wanted to be “the government” anyway and they’ve been used to doing things on their own for decades now, so they persevere like they always have.

Still, it couldn’t hurt to have a few more friendly guns around. So there’s been efforts on their part to at least keep on good terms with some of the newer factions that have appeared. The last thing they want to deal with is an old “Alamo” situation.

But if any enemies old or new show up, then much like the Alamo, the Regulators are certainly going to make them remember it.

Sigma Corporation


“I’m from the government and I’m here to help.” - An often used Sigma phrase when they want to strike fear into people they meet.

Another faction that hasn’t changed much. However with their numbers always smaller than the other factions, Sigma Corporation in recent years has slowly started to withdraw a lot of support from the old alliance to focus more on internal matters which is mainly still trying to connect with other Sigma bunkers scattered across the Fallen Land.

Their visibility hasn’t completely disappeared however. Past events have caused them to value the importance of at least maintaining neutrality with other powers and provide basic assistance to the few factions that are non-hostile (Mostly the Regulators) and to even a few of the newer powers that have arisen. However, they still tend to have a lot of animosity towards The Preservationists despite that group mostly still keeping to old Canadian lands.

They’re also the main faction that has the resources to try to track down the Taskmaster’s whereabouts, though they haven’t been too successful in that endeavor.

Ultimately though Sigma still considers itself to be the official US government and they haven’t completely abandoned the mission of re-establishing that order despite the setbacks. And as far as they’re concerned eventually all the rest of the factions, old and new, friend and foe are going to have to get with that program when the time comes.

The Preservationists

“All seeking genuine enlightenment and peace are welcome here. Kafirs, however must provide a small donation for the privilege of Allah’s enlightenment.” - Preservationist Law

The Preservationists still hold true to their goals of preserving what old pieces of history and technology they can, but their once more isolationist stance has relaxed slightly. This is mostly out of a sense of SELF-preservation rather than humanitarian reason though. 

The various American powers are still perceived as a genuine threat and there is a very real concern that one day one of the warring factions is going to get powerful enough and bold enough to directly attack them. As such the Preservationists have taken upon themselves try to bolster their ranks by accepting more outsiders who are seeking relative safety (Thunder Bay is still considered the safest major city in the Fallen Land).

However the Preservationists at their core are still a theocratic government and wish to keep the true believers in power, so taking a page from old history, steps have been made to make sure non-believers pull their weight for Allah’s benevolence. So far this has worked out well as the Preservationist gain extra help (and funding) to pursue their goals while also slowly gaining loyal citizens as some eventually make the total conversion to avoid extra taxes.

Still, with the number of safety seekers constantly growing, it could be only a matter of time before the true believers are outnumbered. After all not all converts agree with everything Preservationist Law says and this particular hierarchy might not last as they start to question if such a set up is truly what Allah would want. To say nothing of the few hardline believers who were against allowing infidels in in the first place.

As of now though, things are stable and for most Preservationists, they hope it stays that way. Inshallah.

The Road Kings (Formerly known as The Highwaymen)

“For the last fucking time, YES you get purple wings if she’s a zombie!” - A Road King tired of answering the same all too common disturbing question

After the Battle of the Black Fortress, The Highwaymen soon changed their name to The Road Kings as another way of bragging about their reputation. Not that such boasts were totally unfounded, after all they definitely had gone head to head with some of the greatest threats to the Fallen Land. It was enough that several wanted to join rather than face them.

At first many of these nomadic biker gangs were accepted as a way to bolster the ranks, however it also soon became a case of diminishing returns as a lot of them were more wannabes than anything else. Also some of the old guard started to bristle at a lot of these new punks that didn’t have any sort of respect for the club. This of course was met with cries of “For supposed outlaws, you faggots sure have a lot of rules!”

To say nothing of the sudden influx of lots of brown folks in a club that was once considered to be more “racially pure” or at least a lot more white. Oddly despite embracing more diversity of their ranks, nobody had actually renounced any of their advanced race theory ideology. Still, it didn’t take long before the Road Kings suddenly found themselves with a civil war on their hands over all these sudden differences and contradictions.

After the Siege of Sturgis, Fuhrer Malk remained in place, but the damage to the club was great. Perhaps in the long run, this culling of sorts might be for the best, but it certainly doesn’t feel that way now with depleted manpower and resources. Doesn’t help that some of the rebels survived and have seemingly formed a new hostile faction.

Time will tell if The Road Kings can live up to their name again.

The New Separatists (Formerly known as the New Federalists)

“What’re you going to do, eat me?” - President Pride’s last words before CEO Enter took over

Of all the old powers, the regime change of the New Federalists probably surprised everyone the most (especially President Pride). It seemed like Pride had the magical gift of keeping himself in power however his failure to unite the Fallen Land with a long and costly war against virtually everyone else ultimately lead to a steady decline.

Pride tried to stay in power with reminders of old “victories” such as the destruction of Iowa City, but this hardly mattered when these victories ultimately lead to 12/7 AKA “Ghost Town”. The day the Regulators nearly annihilated Albany in a devastating terror attack while Pride was busily trying to rack up more glory for himself elsewhere. The survivors of that terrible day never forgot and they didn’t forget that it was Pride’s fault that caused it in the first place.

As the citizens worked hard to rebuild, a new outlook on goals started to take shape. The whole point was to keep Albany strong and safe, and that could be done a lot easier not by conquering everyone else under one banner, but rather by keeping everyone else fighting. This new goal was driven by a man called Enter. Little is known about him other than he has a more business and profit focused mindset. Already on solid terms with most mercenary groups and having access to a military stockpile location known only to him, he managed to easily overthrow President Pride who foolishly believed his election slogan “Pride or Die” wouldn’t one day mean him.

Under CEO Enter, Albany has bounced back better than ever and its citizens are  Despite being a haven for various mercenaries and other hirable thugs, the city is one of the safer locations in the Fallen Land since almost everyone is packing serious firepower. He’s even somewhat managed to repair the terrible reputation the place once had, pointing out that the new government is not interested in conquering anyone and is content keeping to their own territory.

The problem of course is this doesn’t mean much when they’re selling weapons to everyone including enemies of various factions and making a whole lot of money off the chaos. To say nothing of all the mercenaries they send to do “unofficial” tasks on their behalf. In an attempt to nullify any bad press, CEO Enter invested heavily in getting an old TV station up and running making them the first to actually have something other than radio media.

Buzzard TV is the only major network station (barring the occasional pirate broadcasts that hijack the signal) and it mostly serves as a propaganda machine for its own citizens since the signal is still small. Though for a small ongoing price some other simple forms of entertainment are also displayed with found tapes of old shows and movies. The original reality show M.E.R.C.S. is the most popular however. CEO Enter naturally one day hopes that he can get shows broadcast all over the Fallen Land and rake in even more profit.

The more things change, the more assholes stay the same.

The Prophets of Ezekiel (Formerly know as the Brotherhood)


“Have you heard the teachings of Ezekiel?” - Everyone’s new least favorite question when answering their city gates

Soon after the Battle of the Black Fortress the old Brotherhood underwent some serious changes, literally in most cases since a lot of them became gibbering mutants due to the radiation from the nuclear fallout of the Black Fortress’ destruction. Those that managed to avoid this fate managed to regroup and seriously rethink their long term goals.

One such man was Ezekiel Jones. At first thought dead, he reappeared a few days after the main group returned to Saint George. His survival was taken as a sign. What that sign exactly meant nobody was sure, but Ezekiel certainly took advantage while he could. Ezekiel began to preach a different way of doing things, namely that being perpetually hostile religious fanatics wasn’t getting them anywhere and allying with the Taskmaster was definitely a mistake and they had been punished for their hubris.

Instead he said they should take a more civilized approach to spread the faith. Make peace all their enemies and attempt to blend in more with the other powers of the Fallen Land. By doing this, he reasoned that their goals could be better achieved. It certain was simple enough to make sense and most had always seen him as one of the wiser Elders anyway, so a new cult formed around Ezekiel along with a new name.

Their new approach has had mixed results to be sure. Even more than the New Separatists, the Prophets were even less trusted by those that fought them during their Brotherhood days (Especially the Regulators) however in time new factions had risen up and as the Prophets provided assistance to such people this made it easier to repair their reputation via word of mouth. Good deeds and short memories go a long way.

Still, the goals have not changed. The idea to unite the Fallen Land under their twisted theocracy is still there and while they may not be in a position to do so by force right now, there may come a time when they gain enough strength again that they dispense with more “civilized” methods of conversion.

The New Players

Angels of Mercy

“Let’s hope this goes better than last time.” - Warren Ripley

Started by Warren Ripley, the Angels of Mercy are the successors of the old Black Angel Coalition. Seeing that things weren’t getting much better after the Battle of the Black Fortress, Warren decided that once again their needed to be a proper “beacon of light” in the Fallen Land. As such he and a few others began to rebuild Iowa City and set about to revive the COTBA philosophy with a few minor changes.(Namely better defense)

By all rights, the Angels of Mercy shouldn’t even be as strong as they even are in their short existence, however they had a lot of assistance from old allies (Mostly the Regulators) and Warren’s own obsessive dedication to rebuilding and trying to be a “center” of sorts to keep the relative peace in the Fallen Land. Even the New Separatists contributed to the rebuilding process. Though most saw this as a cynical ploy of CEO Enter to get in good with the new regime, but Warren wasn’t going to turn down the help especially since the CEO had personally overthrown the war criminal Pride.

It took awhile, but once the Angels got the basic support system up and running, everything else started to fall into place and now they in turn can provide assistance to those that need it. Iowa City today is considered to be neutral ground for where major meetings take place when necessary. Granted this was supposed to always be the case, but most factions seem to be a bit more on board with this idea now.

Iowa City still has a memorial as a reminder of the genocide that happened there years ago. The Angels hope that their work contributes towards a future where there isn’t another such memorial.

Beasts of the Atom


“Great Falls is my land and I love it and whoever interferes will hear this gun.” - Tiny Large Guy, Chieftain of the Canoti Tribe

After what Bad Betty did to the Enclave of Terra, it was thought that the city of Great Falls would remain an uninhabited ruin, but there’s always someone ready to move in when a vacancy takes place. Nature herself was the first to move into the ruin and it didn’t take too long for nature to completely reclaim the space. If anything the area has more lush greenery than it did before. Several Indian tribes took this as a sign that it was a place where Mother Earth was strong and the area needed to protected. Wasn’t long before the nearby tribes completely resettled the area.

However as with most things, there’s a scientific explanation. Whatever the toxic chemicals that Bad Betty used to drive the citizens of Great Falls insane, settled into the soil and pretty much everything else into the area. While this mysterious chemical had a bad effect on people, it apparently had a side effect of enriching plant life. 

However, this doesn’t mean the chemical hasn’t still had an effect on humans. In fact, it’s also had an effect on animals in the area. And while this effect is different than when Betty was pumping it into the air, the effects never the less remain.

Mutations have occurred in wildlife making them larger and generally more dangerous. Humans that ingest their meat or eat food grown in the soil also risk mutation. While some of these mutations can be horrific, most of the mutations are fairly minor and even somewhat beneficial such as toughened skin, night vision or even fur. The Indians have naturally taken this as a sign of becoming even closer to nature, hence the name “Beasts of the Atom”

Still despite their more return to nature ideology, the new faction hasn’t completely shut out more modern convenances understanding the need to at least compete to stay independent. They tend to be wary of most other factions though and contact is limited.

Wild Cards


“Wild Card bitches!” - Common Wild Card citizen battle cry

The Wild Cards are basically the citizens of Battle Mountain that the old Syndicate used to lord it over before they were kicked from power and driven from the area. Now the citizens make their home more in a nearby airbase rather than the old mines they used to dwell in.

As a new power the Wild Cards have few allies close by. They sometimes trade with the Beasts, but that’s about it. Thanks to suffering attacks from the likes of the old Brotherhood, the Taskmaster and the Syndicate itself, the faction isn’t very trusting of most outsiders. (Something they have in common with the Beasts which might be why they have a mutual respect for one another)

One thing they seem to be very focused on is getting an air force of sorts up and running. A daunting task especially considering most of the planes are not really in any shape to fly, let alone the need for people who know how to fly in the first place. However they have had a single success in the form of a very well kept B-25 Mitchell bomber. 

This vehicle is the prize of the Wild Cards and is enough to give them a bit of recognition in terms of being a faction that isn’t to be taken for granted.

Red River Parish


“They don’t call us red river for nothing.” - Rene Le Grande throwing some enemies to the mutant crocagators in the water.

With the destruction of the Swamp Runners by the Taskmaster, a new gang of scavengers known as the Red River Parish took over Shreveport. They didn’t really bother to repair the ruins since they mostly used underground tunnels and dwellings anyway. And when they were topside, they preferred to stick to their houseboats on the river ways. 

They’re currently lead by a man called Rene Le Grande and are more organized than the Swamp Runners ever were. Not only have they swiftly taken over most of the water ways and employed toll systems, but they also act as go betweens for various factions. It’s also assumed that they probably have spies in most places. However their attempted monopoly of the rivers has not gone unchallenged as they have an ongoing feud with Neptune’s Wrath and despite any efforts to get either side to sit down to talk in Iowa City, the factions seem to be determined to stay enemies until one side is gone.

Neptune’s Wrath (Formerly known as the Sons of Neptune)


“The river guppies will soon learn who is the big fish that really rules the water.” - Captain Darkwater about Red River Parish

Of all the old factions, Neptune’s Wrath has arguably been one of the more successful mainly due to being able to stay out of most of the major faction wars and being lucky enough to avoid attacks by rape clowns and evil toasters.

Always maintaining relatively good relations with its neighbors (Especially the Preservationists) Neptune’s Wrath continued to build and slowly grow, but always remaining out of the “system” when it came to the inter-faction politics. However it wasn’t until two major things happened that they suddenly became more involved in the greater Fallen Land communities. 

One was the rise of the Red River Parish who aggressively expanded into the northern waterways towards the Great Lakes. This immediately caused ongoing conflict as up until then the Neptunians considered themselves “masters of the water.” (The Swamp Runners stuck to the south and were never organized or bold enough to go much further)

The second was their discovery of a badly damaged US Navy assault carrier. The faction made haste in restoring the USS Wasp to a useable state and it was about this time with this warship also now doubling as a mobile home (Though Grand haven is still considered their main port), they changed their name from the Sons to Neptune’s Wrath.

Armed with this mighty warship, Neptune’s Wrath is eager to take a greater role in the Fallen Land stage.

Minor Factions

The Contraltos


“We lost Battle Mountain because the Syndicate compromised the whole fucking thing. No more. No more of this.” - Don Phil Contralto on about the old days (again)

After the attacks by the Brotherhood and the Taskmaster, the old Syndicate grip on the populace of Battle Mountain became very fragile and it wasn’t too long before they were run out completely. The remaining survivors of the Syndicate didn’t have much idea of where to go initially, eventually one picked “east” saying maybe they could reconnect with the old country (New Jersey). The trek over the rocky mountains took its toll and by the time they even got past them, there was really only one family left from the Syndicate, The Contraltos.

They might not have lasted much longer either, but as fortunate would have it, they stumbled upon the Dirty Slot Casino. At that time the Dirty Slots was only run by a few half assed wise guys. The Contraltos decided that this would be their new base of operations and the only offer that would be made would be with bullets. Having taking over the Dirty Slots by force, the Contraltos settled into an environment which honestly was probably a better fit.

While the Contraltos are nowhere near a major player in the Fallen Land like they were during the Syndicate days, they’re not entirely out either. Besides the Dirty Slots, the Contraltos have set sights on other similar “outposts” to potentially extend their influence and profit. A difficult task with major powers like the New Separatists and Red River Parish who already have a large hand in less reputable activities, but having already secured a few top hitmen on the payroll, the Contraltos are always available for smaller jobs at a lower price.

The Chosen

“We have such sights to show you.” - A common saying of the Chosen to their hapless victims

The Chosen are what the rest of the old Brotherhood became that weren’t lucky enough to avoid the nuclear explosion at the Battle of the Black Fortress and were even less lucky to not die in the blast. Still maintaining remnants of the fanatical religious mindset of their former lives they saw their new mutated forms as a “reward” and began calling themselves The Chosen. They make their new home around the crater where the Taskmaster’s Black Fortress once existed and now go around attempting to convert others by force, even using jury-rigged pieces of the Taskmaster’s old army to assist in these tasks. This process usually involves exposure to radiation, brainwashing, torture and crude surgery. Assuming anyone actually survives this process, the victim is most likely insane enough to believe in whatever it is exactly the Chosen believe now.

There isn’t much else to say about them other than they’re a roving group of insane religious mutants that basically terrorize the southwestern area of the Fallen Land and they’re hostile to all. (Even the Prophets) One notable thing however, is there have been sightings of the Chosen building strange obelisks in various parts of the desert wilderness. For what purpose exactly none can say and nobody is really eager to ask them either.

The Vanguard

“Of all the abominations on this world, such as faggots, niggers and trannies, the worst by far are the street shitters.” - Alabasterd the UncanCELable views on Advanced Race Theory

The Vanguard are largely the remnants of the losing side in the Road Kings civil war. The group was nomadic and leaderless for awhile and if things had stayed that way, they might have all just completely scattered. However fate would intervene when they ran into another smaller group of bikers. 

These ones however were riding a foreign style sports bikes and had multicolored hair. In fact, the nomads at first thought they were an all girl biker gang at first until the brightly yellow haired leader in a trench coat announced that they were known as the Vanguard and they were looking for more men of good Aryan stock to join their cause. Seeing as this was what one of the major points that was fought about in the first place with the Road Kings, these lost causers were willing to hear out Alabasterd a little more rather than killing him immediately (And/or raping him).

After an hour long speech about racial superiority and pointing out how the Road Kings had obviously become contaminated by gay cultural marxism that was a problem all over the Fallen Land, Alabasterd had managed to not only convince these nomads to join him, but to utterly embrace his “unique” form of white supremacy which seems to involve a large collection of old books and tapes filled with a lot illustrations of underaged looking girls and even more feminine looking men.

The Vanguard are still largely nomadic and trying to get more of an established foothold in the Fallen Land, though they do have a clubhouse somewhere on the Canadian border called “The Bunker”. Most of their closest neighbors such as The Preservationists are not fond of them and the Beasts of the Atom particularly loathe them. It also goes without saying that the Road Kings have made it their personal mission to purge this faction as soon as possible.

Atomik Klownz


“Betty was just the opening act, I’m the main attraction!” - Bad Betsy, a new clown that currently wears the crown

While Bad Betty might be long gone, she unfortunately inspired other deranged individuals to follow her psychotic lead of wearing clown make up, dressing outlandishly and generally acting like a crazy asshole. 

By themselves they are usually easy to deal with (Much like Betty was). However when enough of them get together to form a traveling circus, that’s when they become more dangerous. One particularly large group calling themselves the Atomik Klownz has managed to stay constantly moving much like Betty often did before she was taken out. Worse, they actively recruit like minded folks whenever possible. They don’t seem to have any major goal other than spreading chaos and terror for fun. 

Due to this, it’s been rumored that they’re on the New Separatist payroll, however CEO Enter has protested such accusations pointing out that they’ve had their own run ins with the clowns too. 

In any case, it’s safe to say that when the circus comes to the towns, nobody is enjoying the show with the clowns.

Los Intermediarios & Los Centinelas

“Gonna be taking you to Funky Town maricon.” - one of the faction members saying it to their enemy who said the same exact thing to someone else just a week ago.

Due to the current situation in Mexico, both factions can’t really be discussed without the other. Los Intermediarios are technically the faction still mostly in power, but that is looking like it’s going to change soon as Los Centinelas make a lot of progress in taking over territory.

How this all came about is a combination of Los Intermediarios losing some manpower to a Taskmaster attack and then eventually that being perceived as weakness by another group, in this case Los Centinelas who have greatly taken inspiration from their Aztec past as far some of their style of dress and rituals go.

It isn’t quite just a simple power struggle however. Los Centinelas genuinely believe their way will improve the country’s security and prosperity. Los Centinelas believe that the border needs to be better protected from foreign merchants. They don’t want the gringos having direct access to any potential trade south of Mexico and by the same token, they can keep trade with areas south of Mexico to themselves. (Los Intermediarios weren’t nearly as strict on this idea, claiming it just created potential enemies where there didn’t need to be any)

In any case, the entire country is one big war zone with massacres each bloodier than the next. Some say the destruction of Iowa City was nothing compared to what’s going on in the country on a daily basis. This doesn’t even include the occasional incursions by The Chosen who wander over the Mexican border for converts from time to time.

At this point though, no matter who ultimately wins, the faction probably won’t be in any shape to be a major power anytime soon.

The Villain of the Story

The Taskmaster

“I am inevitable.” - The Taskmaster

Since the destruction of his black fortress, there has been little sign of the infamous Taskmaster. The closest are the rare remnants of his former army, but murderous marauding robots and cyborgs don’t seem to be under his direct control so much as they’re following their original programming. 

While it was originally agreed upon that he escaped destruction due to not being at the black fortress in the first place (As reported by Warren Ripley who heard his vow of revenge first hand), the passage of time always causes forgetfulness. And in a land where information is usually second hand at the best of times, rumors tend to replace the truth. 

Many believe the Taskmaster is dead or if he isn’t, he died shortly after his defeat. Even the factions that were directly involved with the fighting have had so many other conflicts since then haven’t given much thought to the Taskmaster being a threat again. (The only exception being Sigma Corp) Some folks are even under the delusion he didn’t even exist at all claiming it was all just a fake story that “The Alliance” made up in an  attempt to scare everyone and take control of everything.

Still besides the rumors that the Taskmaster is indeed dead, there are other rumors that he’s not just alive and plotting from some secret base, but that he’s seeking something that could very well cause destruction not seen since the creation of the Fallen Land. Others even say he already has agents in place hiding among the factions ready to strike when the time is right.

Whatever the truth, if and/or when he does show up again, one can only assume that it won’t be good for humanity. (Or any living thing for that matter)

Fallen Land Lore (Season 2)

27 days ago
Commended by Mizal on 8/8/2025 1:00:51 PM

(Hit the music, YOU KNOW which one)

“What the hell is that?”
“I think it’s supposed to be the sun.”

“Here we go.”

“I thought it would open with the Regulators.”
“The joke works better this way.”

“Oh there they are. I guess they’re completely nomadic now?”
“Looks like it.”
There’s the Angel memorial.”
“A shame about the old leader of the Black Angels faction, the actor was very nice.”

“There’s the Canadians, hope they do more this season.”
“Maybe they will. There’s a different actor is playing the leader now.”
“Aren’t those other guys supposed to have an aircraft carrier?”
“Yeah, but the figure was too big, so a hovercraft was used instead. Just use your imagination!”

“Wow, really went big budget on this one.”
“Yeah I’m excited!”

“I don’t think that’s creating the effect it’s supposed to.”
“I like it!”

“Alright, this is who I’m rooting for right here…wait when the hell did they build a wall?”
“Oh yeah there were plans to have a wall, but the writer decided to go in a different direction when the leaders got changed. However, it got made as part of something that happened in between the seasons. It’s already destroyed so it won’t actually matter in the course of current events.”

“Did you change the channel, why is the news on?”
“No, that’s Mexico. They’re having a faction war so everything is chaotic there right now.”
“So…just like real Mexico then.”

“Oh damn it, I thought they all got killed off. I was hoping they wouldn’t be in it this season.”
“No, they managed to regroup at the end remember? Apparently the actress is fun to work with despite being late all the time.”
“Hm. Well hopefully they all get killed for real this time.”

“Who the hell are all these new people? That one’s got a fucking bomber”
“Oh! I wonder if it’ll play a role at some point later!”

“Again with the so called sun.”
“It’s art!”

“Dis Gon Be Good.”

Fallen Land Lore (Season 2)

20 days ago

Posted in the wrong place. Moved.

Fallen Land Lore (Season 2)

21 days ago
CEO Enter gazed out over his city with his arms clasped on his back, standing atop the highest balcony wrapped in marble and trimmed in gold. Albany was humid this time of year, its very air forming wet streaks over the off-white surface. He bent his knees and ran his finger over one of the streaks. How easy it would be to make a clean water installation out of this very principle. Bottle it, and sell it all over the lands.

“Sir, the board is ready for you.”

His attendant woke him from his reverie, causing him to nod and give one last look over the city. A mix of the old and new. Slowly the old buildings, those made in the image of that President Pride, large limestone dwellings with grand arches and massive halls, made to intimidate and impress his cause onto all onlookers, were replaced with the new; Sleek, utilitarian but with just enough artistic touch to quietly show Albany’s new prosperity.

Because Albany was prospering once again. His hand had reforged its identity from a genocidal conqueror to a place where everyone was free to conduct their business in. Well, almost anyone.
It was just the presidential palace Enter had kept as a memento, its distinct marble possessing a flavor of the prewar grandeur that felt so distant beyond these walls. He flicked the little bead of condensation off his finger.

And with that he nodded, slowly clasping his hands once again, and walked through three sets of massive furnished doors to meet those he had elevated to power.

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**TRANSCRIPT OF THE FIFTH ANNUAL BOARD MEETING.**
**DATE: July 18th, 2083**
**ALL PRESENT: REDACTED**

CEO ENTER: Alright, let’s get this train rolling. This will be our fifth standard meeting, having a full contingent present from all departments, so you know the drill. This is bound to be a special one. The recent coalition of independent towns has many predicting a massive rise in national movement and activity, and there are massive profits to be made. Remember, keep it brief. Keep it factual. We all got somewhere better to be. So all present? You’ll find the agenda right in front of you, so REDACTED, let’s get us started.

REDACTED1: First up on the agenda. The rising tension between the mutants and the humans. As we all know, our second annual board meeting had concluded mutants would be rescinded from the undesirables category as stated under the regime of President Pride, citing the inefficiency of the design as demonstrated by their willingness to work under harsh circumstances during the sieges of Albany. Yet they’ve notably not been categorized as New Separatist citizens, and would thus not benefit from the rights and regulations our regular citizens enjoy. This in turn has formed an impetus for all our conglomerates to focus on hiring the mutants over our regular citizens, being allowed to offer lesser wages for a much higher workload. It had led to a 27% increase of productivity across the board, yet a 7% increase in unemployment from our citizenry.

CEO ENTER: We had predicted the labour turnover and economic growth would have opened enough jobs by now, both mutant and human. Why hasn’t it?

REDACTED1: Two factors, Sir. First their mutations thrive under the harsh circumstances we put them under. Given proper supervision and curated workload it’s possible for their mutagenic biology to adapt to levels of productivity that are impossible for a human to achieve. Second is immigration. Apparently what we offer is that much better than the warbands in the wild, they’re willing to come here to work.

CEO ENTER: I fail to see the problem here. Most our predictions show that with the inclusion of our claimed resource sites, we’ll have an overshoot of job openings. The leftovers can be impressed into service, either military of scientific. Speaking of the latter, is it possible to induct this mutagenic biology, without the ugly pox and the rashness of it, of course, onto our human population?

REDACTED1: Well…

REDACTED2: If I may be so rude as to interrupt, Meifung has put forth a study design for exactly that. With the proper funding, we could perform human experimentation within the hour.

CEO ENTER: Ah, Meifung, one of those that survived our... hostile takeover. The former state secretary none the less. That brings us to our second point in the agenda, I trust we have spoken enough about disgruntled unemployed leeches, REDACTED?

REDACTED1: Yessir.

CEO ENTER: Yes, with the increase of activity throughout the Fallen Lands, we have seen fit to outfit an expedition of our own to properly leverage our new position. After all, a gold rush is only good for the first ones there, or the ones further down the supply chain. Since most towns are, sadly, as of yet self-sufficient, we must strive to be the first. REDACTED, you have spend the most time interviewing the candidates, what are your thoughts? Specifically on those who have served under President Pride.

REDACTED3: I believe we have come to a conclusion that most who served under Pride were tainted by his worldviews. We have managed to identify just three former party members who both possess the required skills to survive in the wilds, and are willing to conduct themselves in the manner we require of all our employees: Meifung H Su, REDACTED, and most importantly REDACTED. Most notably absent, the hero of the Great War, Chance Perry, couldn't be inducted to the changed paradigm. We have had to let him go. Our biggest surprise has indeed been the former State Secretary Meifung. It would seem she was less married to the former President's worldview, and rather more with performing an excellent job.

REDACTED3: Ahem. Our recruiters had scoured the land and found more people previously from REDACTED and even Iowa city. They had underwent week-long interviews and advanced psychoanalysis according to the Myetikki Doctrine. We had seen their efficiency first hand during the Great War. I sincerely believe they should be inducted into our operations and in turn naturalized over the months.

CEO ENTER: That means they can be wholly trusted, REDACTED?

REDACTED3: I would stake my career on it, Sir.

CEO ENTER: Good. You just did. The R&D boys and Meifung can get their required funding as well. I expect preliminary results within three months.

REDACTED2: Sir! -

CEO ENTER: - Next up on the agenda, expansion towards the former colonies within former New Federalist zone of influence, specifically Salem, Fort Campbell and Evergreen. I believe we can combine this point with actionpoint five: trade with REDACTED...

Fallen Land Lore (Season 2)

21 days ago

It's a sunny day, or as close as can be in the smog ridden wasteland. The hangar of the Wild Cards opens up, the propeller whirling and the engine humming. In the cockpit a smug fellow with a very punchable face sits, wearing an aviator cap and round goggles, in the seat behind his a fluffy brown dog sits with a similar cap, tongue flopping.

 

"Hoo!" Dylan rubs his hands together and turns back, petting the dog, "We got a SPECTACULAR flight planned for today!" He grins maliciously. "Ready for takeoff?"

 

The dog stares at him vacantly, panting. 

 

"Wonderful!"

 

The silver metal plane moves steady out of the hangar, painted in flowing blue letters: Sky Ranger can be seen on the sides. And soon enough the plane is buzzing through the air....

 

The occupants of the Casino would be going about their business, when suddenly they'd see the streaming silver and the screeching of the machine. Dylan takes a couple laps around for good measure, then opens the latch. 

 

But it is not bombs! Instead those flinching below would see many brown bags falling from the plane, and those who are unfortunate enough to be close where they fall, would see written on the bag: "Suck these, bitches!"

 

Dylan gives a big grin and a thumbs up from the cockpit before pulling out of there. "Stinks to be those guys, eh Patton?" He grins to the dog, "You could even say: they gambled poorly! Haha! Maybe even....."

 

Dylan had a great time, but for poor Patton the worst part of the flight is in swing...

Fallen Land Lore (Season 2)

20 days ago


The man hit the pavement in a shower of glass. Rolling over with a groan, he crawled to his feet, spitting blood and curses.

Chris Jakal had been soldier of fortune as the world fell in his teenage years, then a young, hotheaded fool for the Regulator cause in the first big dustup of this fallen land.

And now he was a middle aged hotheaded fool, still wearing the Regulator badge but far from the homeland--the Freedom Frontiers they'd started calling the old ranch range, with its ideals of rustic old world beauty and libertarian ideals. Always sounded pretty gay to him.

"You like that, cowboy?" one of the bouncers jeered from inside, while he was still prying bits of broken glass from his fingers.

"All our people out?" Chris grunted the question into his earpiece, fumbling for a handkerchief. Not to staunch the bleeding, they had an RV full of trained sawbones for that--he just stuffed it into the neck of a bottle. And when the answer was in the affirmative, he lit it up and let it fly.

Billowing flames, shouts, and soon the series of explosions that came from being the kind of damn fool establishment who kept a lot of liquor in a joint while being rude enough to deny entry to a gang of roving law enforcers. Flames soon began to lick at the smooth track of grass behind the building, and from quite a ways further back he began to hear the horses panicking in their stalls.

By this time he'd dashed for his truck, lacerated fingers and swollen lip still leaking blood. Revving the engine he called hoarsely towards the burning bar. "Tejas means friendship! So stick it up your ass, faggots!"

A moment later Jakal's vehicle joined the others careening off into the night, wheels spitting gravel behind them. He guessed they could consider themselves banned from the bar, and the racetrack.

It wasn't until the next morning, nursing a hangover in the cab while some compadres dragged a perp out of a stolen truck ahead that he really had a moment to reflect on things.

The truck was covered in rust, in poor repair by Regulator standards. The tires were good though, and the racist bumper stickers along with ROAD KINGS on the plates left no doubt who it belonged to. They'd return it to their old allies at no charge, maybe even the fat redneck slob behind the wheel once they finished their questioning. The Regulators had always been noble like that, even if few seemed to recognize it anymore.

These new powers popping up though, they needed a guiding hand to keep from repeating the mistakes of the past. At least that's what the leadership at Freedom Frontiers said. Chris figured he'd be in for a scolding over what happened at the bar. They old bunch all sitting in their rocking chairs on the porches back home though, tall glasses of tea and lemonade in hand, they didn't understand anymore how it was out here, how trials and opportunities could try a man, could--

It was then that the radio crackled to life. And Chris was soon nodding along with the voice that spoke, a crafty, thoughtful expression on his face.

Fallen Land Lore (Season 2)

20 days ago

The deep rumble of shamanic drums fill the air surrounding the Great Falls area. Smoke filled the skies in from the various fires surrounding a major clearing encompassing Big Chieftain Clawfist's tent.Accompanying the drums are various shouts and chants coming from human mouths and some that may be considered more than human. Hundreds and hundreds of mutated tribesmen attend the gathering. A large figure steps out of the tent and a loud horn sounds. The drums hit one more crescendo before silencing as the Chief takes his place in the center of the gathering. 

The fire's illumination shows the true form of the large figure. He appears much taller than most other tribesmen and has various animal pelts covering his body. His left arm is chitinous and ending a large crab-like claw - hence the name. Atop his head pokes out a singular antler out the right side of his head. His cold grey eyes look over the crowd of his people. He takes a deep breath, smiles, and his deep voice bellows:

"My people, my Beasts. Today, marks another year of tranquility and peace among our beloved Wilds. Today, marks another year of blessing from the Great Stag. The harvest has been bountiful and your work does not go unrecognized!" He pauses for a brief moment, the cackling of fires is the only noise.

"The Beasts of Atom would not be here without the unity of the Canoti, Pavati, Kele, and Kanza tribes - who all made the journey to Great Falls many years ago. It is through that unity that we have strength. Through that unity, we have power. We have guarded and will continue to guard this land for generations to come. So tonight - feast and celebrate!" His people cheer in response. He holds out his hand and claw to calm them back down.

"I say this because the world outside our Wilds is shifting. The Outsiders wrestle for power. They wrestle for resources. They are looking to take back these lands for themselves." The crowd lets out boos and various screams of anger.

"They can have whatever land they want out there. But these are OUR lands." The boos turns to cheers and howls of agreement. "These are OUR Wilds. And we will fight with every hand, claw, and talon to defend it! The Great Stag has guided us and we will not disappoint! So drink, my brothers and sisters, drink for the Great Stag! Drink for Great Falls! Drink for our WIlds! Let it return to nature!"

The crowd erupts in celebration. Drums resuming their thunderous melodies. Mutants dance and jump around yelling praise to The Great Stag.

Outsiders beware, the Beasts are out!

Fallen Land Lore (Season 2)

20 days ago

Fallen Land Lore (Season 2)

20 days ago

I like how the X Files theme is just slipped in there. Maybe I should've had them all be Techno-Rave Forest People left over from Woodstock and Burning Man festivals

Fallen Land Lore (Season 2)

20 days ago

The buzzing burr of the swamp insects filled air as the sun set low behind the trees. The soft thump of the tied up boats on the dock provided a nice bass contrast to the high-pitched insect hum. A short chain of men and women formed a line from one of the larger fishing vessels to a large warehouse building at the end of the river dock. They sang a rhythmic song as they unloaded the days catch from the ship hold to cold storage in the warehouse. The air smelled of fish and crawdads, algae and sweat. When the occasional breeze shifted its way through the moss covered cypress trees, there was a faint whiff of hibiscus and phlox.

Rene could only smell the scents of the warehouse from his office on the second floor. He could see the work outside and hear it downstairs. A scattering of correspondances between some of the other factions lay on the desk, but he was up and pacing when Charlotte entered the room. "What's up?" she asked.

"Just got word its a go." Rene said with a sneer. "Time to deal with those rats but good, 'cher."

She smiled and said, "Well good. Just wanted to let you know the caravan from the Seps just arrived at the east bridge."

"Hell yeah," Rene said. "Let's get that done and see if my luck holds for this raid." He clapped Charlotte on the shoulder as they exited the office. Things really were looking pretty good for the first time in a while.


Gunfire echoed through the metal latticing that made up the flooring on the lower decks of the carrier. The raid had gone excellently. The Regulators had proven true to their word and the forces of Neptune's Wrath had caved under the assault. Rene had even gotten a shot off at that peckerwood Alton, but had to take cover and hadn't spotted him sense. No doubt he had already dropped a dinghy and was paddling away.

But if that was the case, Rene was going to make sure that he wouldn't be coming back to this floating rustheap again. As the fight advanced, Rene waited for his moment and slipped away, looking for access to lower and lower decks of the carrier. It had taken a bit, and he had dropped another three river rats on the way, but finally he reach the very bottom of the ship.

From his backpack he pulled out a brick of C4. He worked it into thick ropes and packed them against the outer hull between several dozen bulkheads, piling junk and scrap on top of each to help tamp them and direct their force outwards towards the hull. As he pressed in the last remote detonator, Rene felt a wolfish smile twist his lips.

He got about half-way back up to the main deck before he set off the detonator. There was a concern about the metal of the ship interfering with the signal. The ship shuddered and groaned, and he could smell the scent of water through the reek of cordite and smoke.

By the time he reached the deck, the carrier was listing hard to port. The Regulators and the few other Parisher's he brought in on the raid were hustling to unload the loot and captured people. Rene spotted Morbella down there given directions. Alton stood in cuffs next to her. Rene's hand tightened on the grip of his gun, but he didn't draw it. He glanced at the smoking ruin of the USS Wasp. They dealt a crippling, if not fully fatal blow to the Neptune rats today, and the RRP was going to own the waterways from Canada to Oaxaha, it's only a matter of time. He moved to help get loot moved. The great day continued.

Fallen Land Lore (Season 2)

19 days ago

Briefing Room at Sigma Corp. HQ

Colonel Tanaka stands at the front of the room. “Are we all clear on the parameters of this mission? Complete elimination of targets only - no collaterals.  Dom, you are in on this op.  Laura, you run comms from here.

CEO Enter confirmed our prior Intel regarding the location of those Canadian bastards.  They also kept their word and hit them hard with an attack, but unfortunately those sneaky weasels slipped his trap and got away.

We will not have a repeat of our last engagement.  Get your gear and load up. Time for payback.”

---------

The steady rhythm of the chopper blades cut through the evening air.  Tanaka nodded as they cleared the tree line and his team dropped the ropes preparing for infill.  As the helicopter slowed to hover and the team began to descend, movement on the ground behind their location caught his attention.   

“Sneaky bastard,” he muttered as he brought his rifle up and calmly pulled the trigger.  Tanaka almost smiled as his target’s head snapped backwards before the back half of it exploded in a shower of blood.  “One down.” Slinging his rifle, he descended the rope and made toward the sound of gunfire to meet his team.

“Two down; should be two left.”

His team was moving quickly towards a small shelter.

“Heat signatures show two in the shelter, Sir.”

“Go”

The team moves forward quickly with Tanaka taking overwatch.  Sporadic bursts of gunfire break out but are quickly silenced. 

“Clear”

“Clear”

“All Clear”

After the final call, Tanaka joins his team in the shelter to confirm success.  He nods as he recognizes the Preservationist insignia.

“Alright then, good work. Let’s secure the area and then get out of here. Drinks are on me back at base.”

Fallen Land Lore (Season 2)

19 days ago

Ezekiel woke with a sudden start and inhaled sharply. Where was he? What was going on? Was everyone okay? The last thing he remembered was...

He brushed a hand against his forehead, where the steel rim of a pistol was just there. There was no wound present, no marks, just a small stretch of clean skin. Dirt wasn't even smudged where the wound should have been. Was he dead? Ezekiel looked around at the flat stretch of dusty terrain before him. No, this wasn't heaven. Heaven was much, much nicer. Unless, he was wrong... and he didn't end up on the right side of the afterlife.

No, he thought, and laughed. That was impossible.

But if he wasn't in heaven, and there was no way he landed in hell, then... he was alive. How? He remembered the bloody battle leading up to his demise. He remembered watching the light die from his brothers and sisters as they fell one by one by the hand of the wasteland's dominant powers. He certainly remembered the gun placed coldly against his temple and the disdainful stare of the faction's leaders as they brought him to his knees.  

Traitor, they called him, right before they shot him executioner style. There was no sympathy in their eyes as they did, not for the acolyte of the Taskmaster.

Ezekiel fell to the floor, his head placed flat against the cold ground as he started sobbing uncontrollably into his arms. He was alive for a reason, and it wasn't because any of those wasteland encroacher's had pity. God wanted him alive. 

Ezekiel took a deep breath, gathered his wits and stood. 

Ambition had clouded his judgment before, but he was a new man now. God had granted him a second chance. He would rebuild his colony from the ground, and raise it to be better than it was before. One that uncultivated infidel scum wouldn't be able to touch. With a new resolve settled in his heart, he marched forth through the desolate landscape.

Fallen Land Lore (Season 2)

17 days ago

Looking up at the greatest airship he's ever seen, Alabasterd the Enlightened quickly finds himself losing control over his body. He knew the "friend" was too helpful to be true, but he desperately needed the help to establish a foothold in the Fallen Land against the overwhelmingly superior major factions.

If there was one thing Alabasterd hated more than women and non-whites, it was the elites controlling everything. First it was the Jews, of course, but their influence has reasonably dropped since the disaster. Now it was the Taskmaster that has taken over that spot.

He knew he could not resist the influence for long, but he clung on to the most useful of emotions - hate - and grabbed the super-powered radio given to him a long time ago by the "friend". Before he completely lost control, he focused on one person only and sent out a (hopefully not futile) transmission.

"CEO Enter... I have been... deceived..."

His legs were starting to go...

"The 'friend'... was not a friend... Called himself Luther or something..."

He completely lost control of everything below the waist.

"We were all... transformed... into dirty cyborgs..."

It was starting to spread through his chest, and he knew it would be over soon.

"You're lucky I was on guard... against you... he wanted to infiltrate you through me... Called you the only major threat..."

His hand was starting to shake and his vision was now blurry.

"You're a degenerate... leading other degenerates... but perhaps that is something I need now..."

Only time for one more sentence...

"Help me, CEO Enter... you're my only hope..."

And with that cry for help, Alabasterd the Enlightened was truly enlightened. He was now a passenger in his own body. His hatred towards the Taskmaster for transforming him into an impure cyborg was the only thing that left even that fragment of him alive. Even his love for big tittied anime girls was gone.

He crushed the radio, unsure if the transmission had reached anyone.

"How may I serve the Taskmaster?" he asked his "friend", Mack Luther.

 

 

Fallen Land Lore (Season 2)

17 days ago

You just wanted an excuse to use that photo.

Fallen Land Lore (Season 2)

17 days ago

Funny thing is when I did a search for anime Nazis awhile back, that dude Cel posted never showed up in the search. I just got the one at the top in the Vanguard lore, that cat eared guy which I used as the "before" pic in the game thread and this one

It was funnier to just the Nazi catboy to rep Cel's character though.

I'm guessing anime cyborg Nazis made that dude pop up when I did the search recently.

I have no idea who any of the anime Nazis are though, I assume Cel and others more familar with anime know them.

I also had these pics for Vanguard members if there had been more big clashes with them.

Oh well maybe next game right?

Fallen Land Lore (Season 2)

17 days ago
The top image is from Vampire Hunter D, although the Abridged series is more hilarious and worth watching.

Fallen Land Lore (Season 2)

14 days ago
"...reports indicate that..." "...is Wendy Longgren, with the Free Frontier News..." "...a massive fireball....bzzt...visible for miles around..." "...engulfing the..." "...men, women, children, all civilians..." "...no survivors..." "...sources say that..." * "Sheriff Amerizala, what do you say to reports that the Regulators were behind the devastating and total destruction of the Neptunian settlement?" "Reports? Please, reports by who?" "Well, the Angel of Mercies faction leader Warren Ripley has gone on the record saying that Christopher Jakal--" "Please, Warren is getting a little ahead of himself there. WE are conducting a full investigation, because we go by the book on these things. And Warren should know that that's not the way we operate, nor does Mr. Jakal represent the Regulators as a whole." "And where is Jakal now?" "We haven't had word from him since his response to the allegations that anyone with a radio would have heard, but orders have been issues for his return for questioning. And of course, our thoughts and prayers go out to the victims of this terrible tragedy. We do not in any way condone the actions of Jakal that night, nor of the agents of the Red River Parish." * "...the fuck do they expect from me? They won't say it to my face, that's for damn sure. Okay, is this thing on?" "This is Sergeant Chris Jakal of the Regulators! I'm just here to set the record straight on what happened at the Neptunian aircraft carrier the other day! Because I hear a lot of cowardly, uninformed people like that Warren Ripley have had a thing or two to say about me from behind their cozy walls, huh? You hearding this, Warren?" "So first of all, yes the aircraft carrier was completely destroyed. And NO it was not some genocidal attack by the Regulators, it was an unfortunate mishap brought on by an agent of the Red River Parish during a standard peacekeeping operation. Look, how the fuck were we to have expected that this terrifying old world military artifact, owned by a faction who had recently taken on enough militant ideals to put WRATH in their name, would be completely undefended by military personnel?" "All our intel from the locals indicated the Neptunians were waging a campaign of oppression against their neighbors and were soon to expand their reach. We decided it was pertinent to act to hamstring their ability to do so. Hell, we had one of their agents in custoy, a Mr. Alton Coldwater. We moved him SAFELY and SECURELY out of harm's way just prior to the operation, now I ask you why we would have bothered to do that if the intent had been to kill them all?" "I gave the order to pull back when I realized the situation was not what it seemed! It was our Red River Parish agent Rene LeGrande who went lone wolf then and set the bomb! We never even knew he had a bomb! My fucking eyebrows were singed off and I couldn't hear for half an hour, any of our people could've gotten caught up in that! You think I don't feel awful about what happened? And then I hear that BITCH, Warren Ripley--" (sounds of scuffling) "--no dammit, let me finish! Warren Ripley, you are a BITCH. You got something to say, you say it to my face, understand that? We took you in man, you and all those other refugees. You'd be nothing without the Regulators and the alliance, you hear me? President Pride may be gone, but who's going to--oh, let go of me!--who's going stand up for you now when some warlord comes knocking when you're just a backbiting weasel at the first chance you get to wag your finger at someone else's expense? You ain't shit, man, you better hope someone else gets to you before I--back off already, this is my radio--Warren, you hear me? You'll be lucky if I don't-- (the radio goes abruptly silent) * "So, Amerizala--" "It's 'Captain', or Grand High Ranger, if you want to be formal." "Sorry, Captain Amerizala. What do you say to those pointing out that the Regulators are still trading with the Red River Parish, and working beside their mercenaries?" "Holy shit. Only an evil person would ask that, at a time like this. As we speak, Regulator led teams are searching the lake shores to recover the bodies of children. Now is a time for mourning, not asking questions, and certainly not pointing fingers." "But--" "No further questions."

Fallen Land Lore (Season 2)

11 days ago
"We're going to have guests soon," Jakal said to Miles, locating him running a checkup in one of the medical wagons. "See if you can get Joseph and Wendy to set up a meeting space by the Biodome, and we're going to have to increase security of course."

Miles paused. "I dunno boss, Joseph's pretty out of it right now. But, so by "Biodome" I assume you mean that RV you planted all the weed in?"

"Yes of course, what else would I mean?"

"All right, all right, chill man. Just making sure. I guess that might not be a bad place for Joe right now anyway. And who's coming to the meeting again?"

"Well you know... this will be pretty legendary. We're about to take on the Taskmaster's reign of terror and hopefully establish some agreement for law and order before this war wipes out everything that's left. So the Seperatists, the Road Kings, the Sigma Corporation, everyone that matters. Oh, and that guy with the friendly pooch that flies the bomber, he's pivotal to the plan."

"Wait, the pooch flies the bomber? That's a hell of a stupid pet trick."

"No, I mean--"

But Jakal never got to say what he meant. Miles was suddenly staring southward, transfixed. "Boss, are those what I think they are?"

Fallen Land Lore (Season 2)

11 days ago

"We will camp here so we can be ready to stage for attacking that Taskmaster base with the others."

"Roger that, Sensei."

"Hold up, I'm getting some kind of signal coming from that ruined building over there. It's like the power is on."

"Let's move, and check it out. Dom, you take point."

The team moves swiftly and silently through the ruins of what used to be a thriving city. No life is visible as Ashton checks their movements against his screen.  Dom stops at the entrance of what looks like it used to be a bodega, and looks questioningly at Ash.  Ash nods and the team methodically moves in through the entrance.

"Back here. I've got a door."

"That's the office, I just cleared it."

"Not that door you idiot, on the other side."

"Huh, that looks kinda like a secret door to something."

"Eyes open," instructs Tanaka. "Move."

"Moving." The team hits the door swiftly and follows a short corridor to an elevator. Which, surprisingly, still  has power.

"Weird. Lee, stay here and keep watch.  If anyone comes, let us know. Everyone else, Let's check it out."

The team enters the elevator, which only has 2 buttons and the only available direction is down.

"Let's go see if Charon is in today," Dom says as he pushes the button.

After a brief vibration the doors close and the elevator descends.

"Ummmm, this seems to taking a while."

"Yep, glad we don't have to take the stairs."

Eventually the elevator stops and the doors open into a wide room that looks like a lab. Control panels on the far side of the room appear to still have power.  As the team moves across the floor, Ash points out a series of logbooks.

"Uh, Chief, I've got a bad feeling about this...," he says showing the title of the logbook he just picked up.

VIRAL REANIMATION TRIALS

"Not good."

As Dom, approaches the control panel, a computerized voice greets them.

"Welcome, Shall we play a game?"

"Can I again say how this is 'Not good'."

"If you wish to leave, you must choose." The elevator doors shut.

"Forget this," Buck says striding forward and smashing down a large red button before anyone can stop him.

"What the..."

"Stop. No.  Why did you do that?"

"Thought I'd just turn her off."

"Thank you for your selection," the voice chimes. "Although you have avoided releasing the virus, our game of Global Thermonuclear War will commence shortly.

 

Fallen Land Lore (Season 2)

11 days ago
"Oops."

Fallen Land Lore (Season 2)

10 days ago

“I’m from the government and I’m here to help.”

Fallen Land Lore (Season 2)

7 days ago

The Forest wept that day.

Smoke filled the air above the Beasts' forest from multiple funeral pyres being lit around the area. There was a sudden and deep cutting loss that even Big Chieftain Clawfist and his daughter, Morella, stayed within their hut and privately mourned the loss of not just a fellow tribesman, but an outsider no less. Something that had been unheard of before then.

The Beasts' were naturally isolationists and very protective of their land. Due to necessity and survival of their camp, trading with outsiders was permitted, but it wasn't until Morella had gained her Father's approval to explore with a close trading partner that their eyes had been opened to the happenings of the wider world. There were former government officials, bomber jets, clowns, and even battleships out there! Morella would visit and regale her fellows with her tales of triumph and danger. Clawfist, while concerned for his daughter's safety, couldn't help but see that maybe there is more to the world than just living off in the forest in solidarity. Maybe the Beasts need to be open and knowing of what goes on in the world. Maybe the Beasts would be safer alone in the corner. He struggled daily with the pressure of deciding what is best for his people. However, that all changed once a certain outsider was brought before him.

Her name was Lyn North. She was delivered to Clawfist by the Regulators as The Great Stag had a dangerous path for the lawmen and Lyn had no business in that. First met with fear and hushed whispers, this outsider would not allow that to dampen her hopeful demeanor. She was a woman of science - a Laboratory Goddess of sorts. Time after time, she had proven helpful to the Beasts - whether that be assisting with tasks around the camp or treating wounds. Lyn's kindness knew no bounds and to see that from an outsider had soften Clawfist's isolationist heart. She showed them that maybe change is needed. Maybe the Beasts could show kindness to others, instead of fear and superstition. After all, The Great Stag was a spirit of change - not stagnation. 

One day, Clawfist had decided that information was needed on a suspicious neighboring power. He had asked his people if anyone would be up to the task and without hesitation, Lyn had volunteered. Surprised by this, Clawfist asked her why - why would she volunteer for such a task? Lyn responded, "Chieftain Clawfist, I have come to love your people and your people have welcomed me in return - however there is another love I have. My husband James has been separated from me for months now and I can't rest until I find him. I think there is a possibility he is in that area, based on what I've heard from the traders. Now, I come before you as a volunteer, but do not think that I will stay if you say no. I will be going and I would much rather go with your blessing and the blessing of The Great Stag."

Moved by the words of this outsider, Clawfist had granted her request. She would be sent out into the world, but not as an outsider - but as a Beast of Atom. Clawfist realized in this moment that Lyn was brought to them for a reason. It was a sign by The Great Stag that change is coming and Clawfist would be a fool to ignore it. He had hoped Lyn would find her husband. He had hoped Lyn would come back with him and tell stories at the great fires of their adventures together. He had hoped the future of his people would include her. But she didn't find her husband. She didn't come back. She died to a villain that was the direct antithesis of nature - The Taskmaster.

News had come quickly from the traders and it was not long before all had known what happened to their spark of hope for change. It was like a knife in the heart to the entire community. Women and children wailing at the news that she had passed. Men infuriated at the news of HOW she passed. The call of blood was resounded by all of the Beasts. Lyn will be avenged. The Taskmaster will fall. All who support him will perish. There will be no compromise. There will be no mercy. The age of AI is gone; all must return to nature.

The Forest had wept that day...and a new Beast was born.

Fallen Land Lore (Season 2)

3 days ago
Commended by hetero_malk on 9/1/2025 10:40:06 PM
The separatist specter remains imposing even after death.

I've always wondered how it felt to die.

No matter how many you put down, you're still an outsider, a passive observer of that special something that wasn't meant to be shared. I always felt like an intruder on the battlefield, in those quiet moments after the deed was done. The battles were too many to name, the names eluding me now. Things that were so clear before pour from my leaky memory alongside the blood flowing from my many wounds. It's so silent now.

My name is SSG Carter Neil, known throughout the Fallen Lands as the Veteran of Albany. I've fought for her for many wars. I've laid siege to most cities you've heard of, and some you probably haven’t. Sacked every one that did not immediately surrender to either our President or his CEO successor. Today I will finally meet my own final end.

I imagine it will be an artificial thing. The sanctity of that voyage marred by the one that abhors the very humanity in it. It's a regrettable thing. Shouldn't have ended up like this, got only myself to blame. There is a lot to blame in this world.

I feel my body, more corpse than man as of this moment, lifted by that one's metallic touch. Robots. Cold. Asimov had coined the term. Workers. Mindless drones. Dozens of them carry the five us deeper down his technomantic dungeon.

It was eerily silent. The Sigmarites had fled, alongside their Regulator traitor kin, taking the sounds of battle with them. I felt a distant grudging professional respect for the proper way they'd conducted their ambush, quickly downed in a dark pit of deep hatred for their ilk.

Yes, it was hate that kept us going long after any reasonable human would have been put down. A divine sense of vengeance that had kept us going after most of us had lost our lives. Our wives, children, neighbors, all ended in one single moment. This was vengeance. It punished us for straying from its wrathful path. Albany, that beautiful city I had killed so many for, bleed and now die for, that prosperous pearl of the wasteland, was nuked by the Sigmarite filth. And honor demanded retribution.

We are deep below ground now and a low hum rises from the many pipes here. A fitting hell for a man like me, one that had failed her at the very end. How wrong we were, to put aside our revenge to fight for the sake of humanity for even a moment. We were ready to bleed for humanity. Lowly men and women that had struck us in the back for it.

Yes. This fate is what I deserve for even considering fighting side by side with the rats that had scourged my home with radioactive hellfire. It's funny. I've always wondered how it felt to die, but hadn't realized how peaceful it would be. In this hell I will be reforged. I am ready to repay their sins a thousandfold. I am once again on my path.

There is a chamber, an altar placed at its very center. I see him clearly now. The one who will extend my stay on this wretched earth. He doesn't speak, yet his eyes tell me enough. Inhuman calculations run behind them. There is no mercy to be found here. His cold eyes ask me just one unspoken question. I nod. I am once again on my path. He moves.

Jon screams his lungs out, his mind fraying at the seams at the sight. I pity him. He had always been a broken thing. After Iowa’s first sacking, he had wandered the wastes, somehow finding himself back at Albany, crucial in the changing of regime. I do not know why he remained loyal. All I know is that in New Iowa’s destruction, he had done the most. Did not sleep for seven nights. Did not say much after, when the deed was done. Now we'll join him.

He moves through our ranks, his mechanical hands stitching together wasting flesh and injecting more of his creations in whatever pieces of us that remain. Preston and Patrick face their end with the same grim determination I do. We had all been dead men walking the moment that nuke hit, cut off from any help, abandoned to the whims of fate. Yet it had led us here, one final end that delivered us to the one man that would exact our vengeance. If humanity had betrayed us, it deserved to die.

The Taskmaster is standing before me now. He pauses, mechanical dendrites halting their efficient actions. His eyes stare at me in silence, merely observing my last moments. Did he wonder too? I try to speak, to convey just how it felt. It was in vain. It's still so quiet. Too bad.

For if this was death. Death wasn’t bad at all.

Fallen Land Lore (Season 2)

11 hours ago

There were only a few that knew of Arvgar The Enlightened. It was said he was the first Beast of the Atom, the first to hear The Great Stag, and the first to truly embrace nature. More beast than man at this point, Arvgar remained locked up in isolation - his only visitors the High Shamans of the tribe ensuring his daily rations are consumed. He is revered and feared by the shamans, for he is a true son of The Great Stag and the wrath of The Forest made manifest. He remained docile and hidden from the majority of the tribe, until The Taskmaster's cyborgs arrived.

While the Beasts had no real expedition party, they did not sit idly by with the world outside rapidly changing. Though not as technologically adept as other factions, this did not stop them from making formidable defenses - rudimentary contraptions and traps made up a majority of their defenses. In addition to this, scouts were placed at key entrances to The Forest and would attempt to misdirect any trespassers to ensure no one could find their main encampment. Guerrilla tactics would be their main advantage and even the "might" of cybernetically enhanced humans and robots would easily fall victim to these tactics.

Alas, these outer defenses and scouts had done minimal damage to the invaders. They had been able to locate the main encampment and attack. Civilians and warriors alike were mowed down by The Taskmaster's legion in a cold and calculated manner. Fires had broken out and were spreading rapidly through the area. It looked bleak as the ordered legion swept through the area - locking on and dispatching the exact amount of ammunition needed to take down a target. It would seem like the chaotic nature of the land would be erased and replaced by the order and "purity" of the machine. 

A deep roar rippled over the town. Louder than any ordinance the Legion had brought with them. Louder than the roaring flames of the surrounding lit tents and trees. Something primal was released. Something more than human. Something that only could be brought about by The Great Stag's intervention. In a sudden change of pace, cyborgs fell left and right - the witnesses only seeing a blur and clashing of antlers into Taskmaster's forces. With hoove and claw, something had dismantled the legion in moments. The momentum shifting to the favor of The Beasts as the attacking force began a textbook retreat. Men, women, and children all fighting back as one - taking up arms to repel the invaders knowing that The Great Stag had sent something to help them. They were the true inheritors of this world. They will overcome this threat and take back the world for nature. 

Hours later, smoke filled the air as fires were put out and the dead were gathered for mourning ceremonies and prepared for their return to The Forest. The sun began to set and Clawfist stood on the very edge of the encampment, looking into the vast maze of forest before him. Staring back at him was unblinking yellow eyes from within the forest. The eyes belonging to something feral, yet familiar. An animal wearing the name and face of someone Clawfist used to know. Clawfist knew some blessings come with a cost and the favored of The Great Stag are no exception to this.

In a low whisper Clawfist says, "Thank you, Arvgar. Thank you, my brother."

With a roar, the animal disappeared into the forest.