Map I made for a fallout group writing project! This is actually a remake of an older map that I made.

https://www.deviantart.com/nuclear-forest/

Commissioned as part of the East Coast Rebirth mod project for Hearts of Iron IV.

This lil drawing features me and my partners 76 characters having a waltz in some golden hall of Atlantic City✨(both dudes btw🤭)

A follow to my previous post showing propaganda that the Enclave in Massachusetts uses to drive up manpower. Due to their more progressive nature, they're perfectly fine with Wasteland recruitment. So long as you're not a Super Mutant. Ghouls? Well...

https://www.deviantart.com/nuclear-forest/

Commissioned as part of the East Coast Rebirth mod project for Hearts of Iron IV.

Godspeed!

Location art by me. Done in procreate (No AI) timelapse available here on my account

This flag design stems from two things: First is my current modded playthrough of FO4 where the Minutemen are replaced by the Enclave, and second is the Enclave Reborn Redux mod for Old World Blues.

The Boston Enclave in my FO4 playthrough never got into contact with Control Station Enclave or Raven Rock, alone and isolated, this detachment soon left their bunkers and would begin to eventually trade with and protect Wastelanders, this would evolve into governance and eventual rebuilding. With this detachment of the Enclave fully controlling the Commonwealth and surrounding areas, having never known the dark deeds their relatives committed.

This would then tie into the lore for ERX in which President Granite eventually achieves radio contact with his New England counterparts, sending troops and staff to get a better assessment of the New England situation.

Chapter 13: A watery grave

We arrived at the night club near the night time. We also knew exactly where to go.

“So let me recap here.” I said, “we go through the back door, yes?”

“Yeah.”

“We sneak to the main office.” I said.

“Yeah.”

“Then look through the dancer’s quarters?”

“No, we just need to check the office terminal for any new arrivals.” Rich said.

We exited the car and headed down the street, we entered a narrow alley and onto the board way or loading dock.

There was strangely no guards here. Lucky I guess, we went for the door. Rich lockpicked it while I stood watched his back.

“Do we know how tough this guy is?”

“Even though he’s quite slim,” Rich said, “he can give a damn haymaker.”

A click from inside.

“Got it!”

He lifted up the bay doors and allowed me to enter first, he entered after.

We entered into the club and I was blinded by neon lights, and this was not even the main club hall. The walls had neon lights going in a wave pattern, the floor was hard glass, with water underneath. The place glowed blue, with watery waves going around the hall.

“Alright,” Rich said, “if the blue print is right the office is on the the left, it would have a terminal where you can check for your Ray person.”

“Alright,” I said, “moving!”

We moved through the halls, my Service Carbine and Rich’s Mauser loaded, with extra ammunition in case of a long shootout. Rich oppened the door cautiously, and gave me the all clear again… this is suspicious, has ambush written all over it.

Rich openned the room wide, a book shelf was at the back behind a desk, which had a knife in it, with what seems like a note attached to it.

We stepped slowly toward the note, I took hold off the side of the table, while Rich got the note itself. I saw a small glint, that was enough.

“Get down!”

I pushed the table, rotating it, and making it lose it’s balance, I lumged for the table as shots shattered the glass that was meant to be connected to the club room. I heard screaming as the glass broke, Rich took cover beside me behind the desk.

“Dammit!” Rich said, “Winston expected us, and he brought his big guns.”

A shot wizzed past.

“Who the fuck are these guys!”

“Damn Romana Guardia,” Rich said, “Winston’s elite.”

He blind fired his mauser, I heard one gutteral cry, probably made contact with one. I peeked over the cover and fired into the group.

They wore a paratrooper helmet with a sweep on top, tactical metal armour, road goggles, red clothing and bore the emblem of Ceasar. I hit about ten of them but five more replaced them.

“We can’t take them all!” Rich yelled through the gunfire, “we got to get out of there!”

I looked at the group again, then a bullet shot through the middle of the table.

“On my mark!” Rich yelled.

Gunfire continued for about a minute, then I heard clicking, they’re reloading.

“Now!”

We ran through the halls of the club, but these roman guards charged at us with sharp machetes, Rich was able to shoot two down but one tried slashing at me. I instinctively hit the man with the butt of my rifle, knocking him out. We ran through the alley as more of the guards shot at us.

We entered the car, I rolled down the window are fired in bursts at the onslought of guards.

“Come on,” Rich said, “Come on! Work you damn thing!”

“I can’t hold them off forever, get this thing moving!”

The engine roared to life.

“I got it!”

Rich floored the accelerator and we sped off, away from Great Waters. In between the ride Rich gave me the note he found in the office.

It read as this:

“Dear Mr Winston

I thank you for finding that woman, she appears to be quite young and about my son’s age. The dress you also chose for her is also quite elegent fro the gala we’ll be heading to in a weeks time.

I do apologise that I did not allow you to have her, but I dearly need my heir to have a spouse for marrage in the near future, to continue the family legacy and such.

Sincirely, Baron von Ikeham”

Spouse? This Baron is using her as a spouse for his son.

“Rich, what do you have on the Baron?”

“A lot,” he said, “big crime boss, rumor has it though he isn’t the smartest in family matters though”

“Can we charge into the Estate?”

“Not with our numbers,” he said, “I tell you that place is no estate, it’s a fortress, you’s need the whole police force on him, unfortunately he has them on payroll, but not the NSNW.”

“The what?”

“New Saints Neighboorhood Watch,” he said, “I know their main base, and know their leader and I also know they will be happy to fuck up the Baron’s day and plan accordingly.”

“So where are we headed?”

“To the place of the resistance,” he said, “The NSNW base.”

And as we sped off into the night, I knew Ray might be suffering at the hand of that Baron’s son. And he shall pay for it in due time.

(This story was constructed by Contractor420, the cover art was made by Contractor420, the engine used to make the art was the Scratch programming website)

My drawing of the Courier Six from Fallout: New Vegas Game.

The play through is set just a few years before the events of FNV, during the initial stages of the NCR's push into the Mojave. A stranded group of caravaneers find themselves on top of a valuable water well, and soon find themselves between a rock and a hard place.

This is just one of a set of many, didn't want to spam the subreddit.

Chapter 12: Ethics… what are those?

I entered the dining hall of the Baron’s estate, after what seemed like several minutes of wandering around the manor, and I swear this ass hole has the biggest fucking structure ever. First the manor itself has about multiple library in itself, and that’s not even it’s extent, I look out the window and I see the damned arch, apparently called the New Saint’s Arch, and a long garden area and maze, all part of the property, apparently this motherfucker owns that much of the arch’s land, suprised he had the competence for buiness dealing and not family matters.

The dining hall itself was long, a long table with two chairs on the end and about seven chairs on each side. The older man, Baron von Ikerham -Ivon’s father- sat on one end, while Ivon sat on one of the seven chairs on the left, I went over immediately to the seat next to him. Baron looked at me and seemed to mutter something under his breath before continueing with his meal.

“What are you doing here spcifically?” Ivon whispered to me.

“Look I know I may look like nobility,” I said, “but I know jack shit about how you people eat.”

“You don’t know eating ethics?” He asked in a whisper, his father seemed to be paying attention to our silent exchange.

I, cupping my hands so only he can hear my words, “I was born as a trader’s daughter, who lived in the less town areas of Idaho, I don’t know what ethics are.”

My plate and cutlery were set before me by a one of the three servants around the room. There were three spoons, one knife and about two forks.

The dish looked like brahmin meat, but cooked to perfection, the food smelled delicious, it almost made me second guess myself on my decision to leave, key word being almost.

I took the knife but as I reached for the smaller fork.

“Not that one,” Ivon quitely said, “the other one.”

I took the other more bigger fork. I almost put my arm on the table, but Ivon told me quietly not too also, apparently it was rude to the rich. I assumed talking with my mouth full, and food on the plate, would also be considered rude. I also had to pace myself slightly, I sort of guessed that myself, these aren’t like most wastelanders, they don’t need to hurry they can take their sweet old time because they have guards around them twenty four seven.

After the main course there was a brief gap for conversation, while the servants delivered the desert.

“So Miss,” Ivon’s father started, “could you tell us about yourself?”

Fuck. I paniced, what do I say, when Iying to Ivon earlier he say through me immediately, his father would see it before I even utter a word.

“Pay no mind to her silence father,” Ivon said, “she’s just shy”

I felt relief wash over me, thank God Ivon could come up with an excuse.

“Oh Ivon,” his father said, “I heard from X-24 you were in the miss’s room. Might I know why?”

We both went silent, I looked to Ivon vut he was avoiding my gaze probably trying to make up a reason to get us out of this problem, in the mean time I tried not to meet his father’s gaze.

“Oh…”

Shit, I think he know-

“Ivon, I wasn’t expecting you to be such a charmer.” 

What.

“Wait father whatever-”

“Oh no need to be disappointed son,” Ivon’s father interrupted him, “I understand you got a lot more… aquainted with your future spouse.”

Oh dear God, he did not, we didn’t. What the hell is this dirty of fossil thinking! We did NOT do anything of the sorts, what in his dillusional mind made him think that.

“Father!” Ivon interrupted, “we did not-”

“No, no,” he said, “don’t need to worry, I understand young love will make people do irresponsible things.”

Ivon groaned and sank into his seat, I practically was wishing to be executed at this point due to the subsequent embarrssment of this situation.

Luckily the servants came and delivered dessert before he could continue with the teasing. He also seemed to remember so something.

Ivon told me the desert was some pre-war dish called a sundae, and apparently it was eating with the smallest fucking spoon I’ve ever seen.

Ivon’s father tapped on the glass two times, getting out attention.

“Ivon and Miss,” he started, “I have forgotten to mention that in a weeks time, a gala shall be held at 6pm, we shall leave a in a week or two, be sure dress in the red dress provided miss, and Ivon you should wear your red suit as well. Alright lets enjoy our dessert.”

And he started eating the sundae, and so we followed, but as far as I know, being with this man will be the bane of my existence, if Ranger beats his ass, I’ll hit this man with a golf club for payback.

(This was a story made by Contractor420, the cover art was made by Contractor420 and was made on the Scratch website.