#Mini Settlers

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Steam Next Fest 2023: Mini Settlers

Steam Next Fest 2023: Mini Settlers #MiniSettlers #Blaugust2023

Steam is currently running its Steam Strategy Fest and as usual, there are a lot of demos to try out. Reus 2 is having its first public demo, by the way! Go check it out if you’re even vaguely interested! But back to the actual topic: Mini Settlers. I started this demo not expecting much at all. Not because of the simplistic graphics, but because it reminded me of Masterplan Tycoon. A game whose…

[cristalconnors]

134. The Settlers (Felipe Gálvez Haberle, 2024)

An exercise in reprehensible, unfathomably bad taste. Hated this!!! Rating: 5.9/10

[mesetacadre]

one of the most infuriating parts about yanks their country is like 50 different countries is, apart from overestimating the remarkability of a federal system of territorial administration, that the lines along which those mini "countries" are drawn are not drawn following any form of cultural similarity and dissimilarity between peoples, they're drawn in spite of it. This is most obvious with straight borders, but behind every single state border, straight or not, is a history of a gradual theft of land from indigenous people, and afterwards a series of petty disputes between state governments to get more productive land.

Take the dispute between Ohio and Michigan over the Toledo strip. It was not a conflict of nations, it was squabbling over who controlled the most economically important city in that area taking advantage of a border treaty that used the wrong latitude of the southernmost tip of Lake Michigan. The northern border of Delaware is literally a circumference drawn with a church as its center. Perhaps the only change in US state borders born of an actual cultural difference was the West Virginia split over slavery. Either way, whichever perceived cultural differences exist between states, they originated barely over a hundred years ago, after most of those borders were drawn. All of these miniscule differences which are exaggerated into constituting different nations were the product of the artifical borders themselves, themselves a part of the process of genocide and settler-colonialism. If the square that is Colorado had been drawn 10 kilometers to the west and 1 km to the north respective to where it is in reality, there would not have been any depatriated coloradoans. There would have been slightly more Kansanians and slightly less Coloradoans.

Acknowledging that all of those truly miniscule differences relative to actual differences between actually different cultures elsewhere in the world are recent, artificial and the product of a genocide is a necessity for any USamerican who wants to ever do something productive, just like recognizing the ways racism was institutionalized and ingrained into the country even before its founding is necessary to combat racism now. Acting cutesy about how actually Kansas and Missouri are as different as France and England is not a way to do this. Nationalism for your state or your closest national park is as insidious and reactionary as nationalism for "America".

[cryngemania]

Any lingering sounds from the city all but vanished, leaving a convincing facade of an actual forest.

Mini world building story under the cut!

Gone.

He was always gone at the worst of times.

What kind of king just up and vanished without telling his advisor where he was going? Martyn groaned in annoyance, shaking his head as he walked down the darkening corridors of the empty citadel. He should have expected this, considering the quiet he was subject to for a majority of the evening; the King was usually one for chatter, either making small talk to one of the seats, whispered remarks to himself, or offering any comments whenever an awkward silence filled the air. His boots clacked against the tile floor, the dusk giving way to almost a sheer darkness where the stars could finally come to play. It was surprising that the town got any stars at all, considering the population, but Lizzie had done well at trying to keep the city healthy, even if that meant using candles at night rather than the lights more often than not.

The walls that the second-in-command passed were filled with various paintings or photographs of historical events; the origins of the town, first council meeting– As he walked, Martyn felt himself hesitating as he passed the photo on his left; the first of two crownings that the city had held. A king, they had decided. Martyn snorted, picking his pace back up as he looked away from the frame, eyes darting away from the two children in the background. He had a man to find, whether he wanted to be found or not. He would not be getting away with making Martyn sit in alone to one of the most boring guild meetings he could have been in.

The air was crisp and shocking as Martyn stepped out of the building, the chill taking some of his urgency and locking it back in the meeting rooms behind him. He made his way down the stairs, the great wooden door of the citadel slamming shut behind him. In this part of town, it always felt the most like home to the man; the fountain at the center of town had been one of the first “upgrades” that had been made since the town’s growth, a commemoration of the well that the early settlers used. Martyn knew a lot of various tidbits of knowledge about the town, something he was quite proud of. He had to pay back his debt somehow.

His pace quickened as he wandered through the winding roads of the town, the brisk summer night sending a chill down his spine. Autumn would be coming soon, a passing thought to match the passing street lamps, glowing dimly in the near-abandoned city streets. Through alleys, down winding staircases, Martyn made his way through the historical district, growing more and more certain that he knew where his lord was. To his side, the great clock tower chimed a quiet tune, marking the end of the 10th hour. Why was this man even out so late? Martyn shook his head as he drew closer to his destination; why was anything that man did what he chose to do? He was an enigma, had been for as long as Martyn had known him. Unpredictable, out of pocket, and overall a goofball. 

Lizzie, the elected seat for environmental specialisation (Martyn himself considered the group the town janitors), had made the decision that due to the size and nature of the town, and for the benefit of the canals to “actually touch grass,” there needed to be more parks in the city. What she had meant, which Martyn hadn’t expected, but the king was all in for, were little patches of forest strewn about the town that some canals could run through as a pseudo-river. Martyn himself hadn’t had the time to go investigating in any of these pockets of the wilderness, the city had loved the idea, pushing for more greenery mixed in with the mechanical workings that everyone was surrounded with. Those sorts of greenery the advisor had seen. Vines up buildings, gardens on roofs, it did add a sort of overgrown beauty to the town. He hadn't much time to look at those beyond his normal route, either. 

However, he knew that his liege had. And, he knew that the man loved the areas. Martyn walked through the winding paths through the patch of forest, looking around for any sign of the king. Of course, the area had to be dense with trees; he’d have to walk the whole place just to check everywhere. Which is what he did. In a sense, it was a bit relaxing; with the canals trailing a majority of the paths, any lingering sounds from the city all but vanished, leaving a convincing facade of an actual forest. Maybe that was why he liked it, the thought lingering in the back of Martyn’s head as he slowed his pace a bit, taking in the area a bit more. It felt like an escape.

He had walked all but two paths before he saw anyone else. The man sat on a bench near the bend of the trail, another small canal trailing beneath the seat; had Martyn not been paying attention, he would have walked right past him. The man looked to be asleep, long hair trailing for a bit before ending up in the hood of the man’s cloak. He seemed peaceful. As Martyn drew near, the man opened an eye, blue meeting blue. Ren didn’t seem to react, simply closing his eye again and leaning his head back. 

“Have fun with your meeting?” Ren asked plainly as Martyn came to a stop next to the bench. Martyn just snorted, earning a chuckle from the man. “Can’t have been that bad.”

The advisor shook his head. “You’re supposed to tell me when you’re going to vanish,” he responded. “We had a deal.”

Ren opened his eye again, looking towards his second in command. “Thought I left a note.”

“‘Be back soon’ with an abandoned crown doesn’t read the way you think it does.” 

Nodding, Ren hummed a response and folded his arms. Martyn stood next to the bench, looking around the park for a moment before turning back to his companion. “We should be heading back, my lord.” Ren audibly sighed; he had made his distaste of the formalities known as soon as Martyn started doing it, but Martyn made it clear that they were on two different levels, thus formalities were required. Not for lack of trying to get him to stop, short of royal decree, on Ren’s part.

“I think,” Ren eventually started, removing the shades from his face, “we can stay here for a bit longer.”

Martyn just looked at the man. “Sir, you’ve—”

“You haven’t. You’ve been here for about ten minutes.”

“It's eleven at night.”

“And? We don’t have any meetings until noon.” Ren grinned, canines sharp against the moonlight. “Unless you scheduled me for another 8AM one.”

There was a beat of silence. Sighing, Martyn all but fell into the bench, taking a seat next to the king. “No,” he eventually responded. “But I will if you vanish again.”

“Clearly, Martyn,” Ren retorted, “I didn’t vanish well if you found me.”

“That’s not the point.”

Ren sighed, once again leaning back, taking in the stars above them. It was peaceful at night, one of the few places of refuge he could have. Martyn knew it, he knew Ren’s thoughts, hell, he had grown up with the man, he could tell you almost anything he would say or do with a certain level of accuracy that nobody save for Ren’s father could compete with. He did feel bad, always trying to reign the king in. But that was his job. It was what he was supposed to do.

Martyn flinched as something flicked his forehead, his thoughts a jumble as he looked over to the man next to him. Ren stared at him, blue eyes scanning as his hand hovered in the air, poised for another flick if so needed. “Dude,” he started. “Get out of your head.”

“I-”

“No.”

“Sir–”

Ren rolled his eyes, folding his arms. “Listen, dude, midnight means I don’t have to be king right now, and you don’t have to be lieutenant. So stop worrying like one for five minutes and just chill out.”

With a huff, Martyn folded his arms. “Y’know, what if I don’t want to chill out?” 

“Then you can sit and consider your problems in silence.” 

A beat of silence.

“I was kidding,” Ren eventually commented. His leg bounced, balanced on his opposing knee. He was always moving, in some way; Martyn couldn’t recall a time when Ren wasn’t moving in some subtle or obvious way. “Do you remember when we convinced my dad to let us go camping?”

“You mean when we slept in your garden?”

“It was still camping,” the man responded. “Two kids under the stars, fire in the air—“

The advisor chuckled. “Sir, you sound like—“

Ren could see how the sentence ended before his friend finished it. “Hey. If my father can move to the Outskirts when he gets old and just live life, then I can live life that same way.”

“My lord, your father was in his sixties and had no ties to the crown once you were instated. There’s a bit of a difference.”

The man just sighed. “I’m not just a king, Martyn. You understand that, right?”

Martyn made eye contact with the king, blue eyes practically glowing in the dark. “Of course I do,” Martyn responded. He could see the disbelief in his friend’s eyes. It was something Martyn had decided long before Ren took the throne, the formalities, but he thought they were necessary. Being advisor to the king meant so much more to him than he could possibly imagine, something he was guaranteed near the second “soon to be king” Orion Volkov had seen him. It was his way to pay back the debt he owed to the family, and he wasn’t going to let something so trivial come between that.

And Ren could see the thoughts running through Martyn’s head as he sighed, standing up and stretching out before looking out towards the city surrounding them. “Alright. You win, dude. King never takes a break.” He started along the trail, not looking behind him as Martyn stood, stretching his pace to match the King’s stride. “Remind me what my meetings are for tomorrow.”

“Well, you have a…”

[yallfavblkgirl]

𝙈𝘼𝙉 𝙆𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙀𝙍.

ꨄ • 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 - mizu meets you, the man killer.

ఌ • 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 - blood, gore, kissing, and cussing.

𝙢𝙞𝙯𝙪 𝙭 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠! 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧!

mizu walked into some bar, not to drink anything but to look for someone. this person she was looking for kill 2,000 men in a day, of course this was 2nd place compared to mizu.

mizu sat down at the table when she saw a person with a hood on her head, the person got up and walked out the doors. mizu followed behind the person.

mizu followed them into a alleyway until the person stopped, mizu hid behind a wall and took a deep breath. she then turned around to see that the person was gone.

mizu felt a punch hit her in her face, she looked up at the person looking down at her. “why are you following me?” the person asked, mizu pushed her glasses up and got up.

she pulled out her sword and the person sighed as they did the same but the person smirked and threw their sword down. mizu shrugged and did the same.

the person and mizu started fighting, the person tripped mizu and pinned her to the ground. “answer me! why are you-” the person didn’t get to finish what they was saying before mizu kicked them off of her.

mizu tried to get up but she fell back on her knees, she looked at the person to see them smiling. the person held out at knife with blood on it.

mizu took her hand off her rib to see the blood from the wound, “tell me why are you following me?!” the person yelled before walking over to you.

mizu groaned in pain, the person sighed before grabbing both of the swords. the person banged mizu on the head and mizu immediately passed out.

after some hours later, mizu found herself laying on the ground with snitches over her wound and she gasped when she found out that her wraps around her chest were showing.

the door side open and mizu immediately placed her clothes back on, the person put their hands up and sat down as they placed the mini table down with a tea set.

“can we talk?” the person asked and mizu sat down, the person did the same, “i know why you’re following me now but i don’t care for the story behind it.” the person said.

“some fat guy snitched you up and now he’s cooking something.” the person spoke, “if it’s okay with you, i’m going to take my hood off but please don’t scream.” the person spoke.

mizu nodded, the person slowly took off their hood, mizu jaw dropped a bit as she saw their curly hair and dark skin. “good you didn’t scream so i don’t have to cut out your vocal cords.” she said with a smile.

“you’re- you’re a woman?” mizu asked but the thing she wanted to say was ‘your skin is beautiful’ but she had to hold her tongue on that one.

“yes, i am.” she said with a smile, “i’m y/n.” she said. mizu looked at her in disbelief, y/n laughed causing mizu to look away quickly.

“when i was young, my village was being destroyed by white settlers. they promised that if we went on the boat with them that we would be safe and secure but my mother knew better,” she started as mizu listened and took a sip of her tea.

“my mother threw me onto this ship and begged this japanese woman to take me in and give me a home, the woman agreed but when the white men found my mother they killed her without hesitation.” y/n spoke and gripped her necklace

“i’m so sorry.” mizu said in a low tone, y/n laughed, “don’t be sorry for me, be sorry for those white men because as soon as i catch them im going to kill him for what he did.” y/n said and mizu’s heart skipped a beat.

mizu didn’t know what she was feeling but she took off her glasses and y/n narrowed her eyes, “i’m set to kill a white man too.” mizu said and you smiled.

“whatever clever insult comes next is not as clever as you think.” mizu snapped, you rolled your eyes. “your eyes are beautiful, they used you.” y/n said.

“i’m a monster.” mizu said and you groaned loudly, “you’re not a monster! you’re human if let whatever people say about us get our heads we start to believe everything they say.” y/n said and mizu looked down.

“you’re not a monster, you’re a beautiful boy with beautiful eyes.” she said and mizu smiled a bit, “and you’re a beautiful girl with beautiful hair, lips, eyes, and skin.” mizu said bluntly before walking to her mat on the ground.

you sighed with a smile on your face, mizu laid down but got up and stopped her before she could walk out. “i’m sorry for trying to kill you.” mizu spoke and y/n sighed, “i know.” she said.

“but you’re kinda of a brat.” mizu said and y/n closed the door, “what did you call me?” y/n questioned as her eyebrows raised. mizu smirked, “you’re a fucking brat.” mizu repeated.

y/n tilted her head and got closer to mizu, “what are you going to do about that?” y/n asked as mizu and her started fighting again.

y/n pinned mizu to the ground causing y/n to laugh, “don’t so strong now huh?” y/n laughed but mizu wasn’t laughing it was like she was mesmerized by the girl.

“what?” y/n asked before mizu lifted her body up, y/n let go of her wirst as mizu got up with y/n still on her lap. “you’re so beautiful.” mizu said softly as she pushed her hair back a bit, the eye contact between the two girls was strong.

but y/n broke it, mizu followed her eyes and lifted her head back so y/n could see her eyes again. “please don’t look away from me.” mizu spoke and she immediately went back to looking into mizu’s eyes.

y/n’s eyes look at her lips for a quick moment before she looked up back at mizu’s eyes, mizu smirked as she pulled her in closer.

“the man killer huh?” mizu asked before kissing y/n’s lips.

pt 2????

[probablyasocialecologist]

The roots of Cop City can be traced back to the Israeli Urban Warfare Training Center (UWTC), nicknamed “Mini Gaza”. The UWTC, built with $45 million in U.S. aid, was designed to simulate “the modern battle-field” and features replicas of public and residential buildings in Palestinian cities, including mosques and schools. Frequent Israeli incursions and violent raids of the Al-Aqsa Mosque by Israeli forces escalated after the facility’s establishment in 2005. The UWTC serves as a platform for passing on military lessons learned from Israeli incursions into Palestinian cities and refugee camps, and provides training to both Israeli forces and law enforcement from allied nations like the United States. This close relationship is sustained through a shared security apparatus among settler colonies like the U.S., Israel, and the UK. It involves collaboration and mutual expertise in urban warfare and repression which further strengthen colonial occupation and imperialism.

[nightwatcherraph]

I just had a funny image in my head of Mikey running around with a mini nuke laughing like the gremlin he is.

Settler: there’s a concern with your brother

Raph: whaddya mean?

Mikey: *in the background laughing as he runs with a mini nuke in his hands and Leo chasing after him*

Donnie: would you rather he be bored or having fun?

Settler: he has a nuke!

Raph: don’t worry Leo won’t let him blow himself up

Settler: you people are insane!

Don and Raph: thanks!

[gorgiawrite]

SPANISH MAIN AND CARIBBEAN PIRATE HAVENS c.1670 (x)

« A map illustrating the routes of the Treasure Fleet (the New Spain and the Terra Firma Fleet) alongside the Spanish Main (the parts of the Spanish Empire on the mainland of the Americas with coastlines on the Caribbean Sea and the Gulf of Mexico) and the islands in the Caribbean (Spanish West Indies). It also depicts the most notorious havens of the buccaneers and pirates that prayed on merchant shipping and the flow of Spanish treasure from the region. »

PETIT GOAVE: on the southwest coast of Hispaniola, It attracted buccaneers from the 1670s after the decline of Tortuga and was particularly popular with French pirates and the notorious Dutchman Laurens de Graff, since it was far from the (non-corrupt) French colonial authorities yet close to the Spanish Main. By 1700, the buccaneers had been replaced by outright pirates, and Petit Goâve became a mere footnote in French affairs in the Caribbean.

ILE-A-VACHE: island off the southwest coast of Hispaniola, approx. 50 km², was used by many French pirates and the base to privateer Henry Morgan (c. 1635-1688). NOT really a pirate haven in the 1700s.

TORTUGA: island off the northwest coast of Hispaniola, approx. 60 km², became a haunt of cattle hunters and then a pirate base of significance in the mid-17th century when French buccaneers chose it for its proximity to the major regional shipping routes. The base had the additional advantage that there was plentiful meat from cattle and pigs introduced there by early Spanish settlers, and if necessary, the pirates could retreat to the interior’s mountains.

In 1642, the French authorities on St. Kitts appointed Jean Le Vasseur as the governor of Tortuga, but he built a fortress with 40 cannons and declared his colony independent. For the next decade, Tortuga became the most important buccaneer/pirate haven in the Caribbean. Le Vasseur grew rich from his handsome cut of all pirate business in his mini-state. A Spanish force again tried its luck in 1655, but an English fleet rescued Tortuga, and both French and English settlers were welcomed. The pirates had not gone away, though, and continued to be attracted by the advantages of the base. The French took over again in 1665, but they realised the pirates were an excellent deterrent to the Spanish and so left Tortuga pretty much as it was, concentrating instead on colonising the east side of Hispaniola. The island was repeatedly attacked by French and Spanish forces in the 1670s and so many pirates moved on to Petit Goâve by the close of the century, even if a few pirates remained loyal to Tortuga until piracy was banned there by the French authorities in 1713.

Illustration of the buccaneer and pirate base of Tortuga c. 1600s (x)

PORT ROYAL: on the southeast coast of Jamaica, it was the main port of Jamaica, a British possession from 1655. Known in its early days by its Carib-Spanish name Cayagua ('Water Island') and then anglicized as Cagway, it was given a powerful fortress by the British, but the withdrawal of the Royal Navy left it exposed to Spanish warships. From 1657, Governor Edward D’Oyley, encouraged buccaneers of several nationalities to make the harbour their base and concentrate their plundering on Spanish ships, issuing letters of marque as authority to do so. England’s war with Spain ended in 1660, but many of the buccaneers continued their attacks on legitimate shipping. Subsequent governors were wont to encourage piracy since the presence of many well-armed ships in the harbour significantly lessened the threat from Spain, the Netherlands, and France.

Port Royal became a pirate hotspot in the second half of the 17th century simply because it was so far from the authorities in London and those officials on the island were more pragmatic. Its advantages included a naturally protected harbour that could hold up to 500 ships and a strategic location right in the middle of the Caribbean-Americas shipping routes.

Buccaneers like Sir Henry Morgan, who repeatedly attacked Spanish ships and colonial ports, were based on Jamaica. Morgan was even appointed Lieutenant-governor in 1675. Port Royal became awash with goods and riches, so much so, one contemporary author described it as having more cash than London. By 1680, the haven’s prosperity is evidenced by the presence of over 100 taverns. There were, too, so many gaming houses and brothels that a visiting clergyman described Port Royal as "the Sodom of the New World" (Breverton, 260). This clergyman did not even bother to stay but returned to England on the very same ship on which he had arrived "since the majority of its population consists of pirates, cut-throats, whores and some of the vilest persons in the whole of the world, I felt my permanence there was of no use".

In 1681 the Jamaican authorities finally outlawed piracy, and the pirates moved to other havens such as New Providence. Port Royal was destroyed on 7 June 1692 by a combination of earthquake and tsunami. Several thousand people were killed in the disaster. Although half of Port Royal slipped forever into the ocean, the spot would eventually return to prominence as a place where several notorious pirates were hanged and operate as a British naval base.

Port Royal and Kingston Harbour, 1774. Port Royal is the town at the tip of the peninsula in the center of the map / Shoreline changes in the 1692 Port Royal earthquake (x)

NASSAU: main city of New Providence Island, it took over from Tortuga as the region's main base for pirates. The small island reached its peak as a pirate haven from the 1670s, first for buccaneers chased out of Jamaican waters and then, from around 1713, for pirates who attacked anybody they fancied regardless of nationality. There were good harbours, and plenty of freshwater, meat, timber, and fruit on the island. Called Nassau from 1695. Such pirates as Blackbeard, Jack Rackham (d. 1720), Benjamin Hornigold (d. 1719), and Samuel Bellamy (d. 1717) used the island as a base. In total, there were some 600 pirates sailing from Nassau who raided shipping and ports from the Caribbean to Maine. From 1718, Governor Woodes Rogers (1679-1732), a staunch enemy of piracy, rebuilt the fortress and stationed cannons at strategic points in the harbour to ward off any pirates thinking of returning. The Bahamas suffered another period of neglect under Rogers’ successor and became a minor pirate haven again until full colonial control was re-established.

ISLAND OF NEW PROVIDENCE (circa 1700-1750) (x)

PROVIDENCE: island off the coast of central america, had a good harbour, which was easily defended from its high cliffs. It was first settled by the English from 1630. As elsewhere, piracy was encouraged since it brought trade and a means of defence against Spanish attacks. Indeed, the islands came under Spanish control from 1641 to 1666, and it was not fully out of Spanish hands until Sir Henry Morgan used Providence as a base for his attacks on Panama in 1670 and 1671. The principal trading port had several small forts around the harbor and at the bay's entrance. There were about fourteen forts in all. It is possible pirates inhabited the island a while after that (nothing on its history in the 1700s), but when privateer Louis Michel Aury settled there in 1818, he found the island populated by white English-speaking Protestants and their slaves.

Drawing of the fortress of privateer Louis Michel Aury by Louis Perou de Lacroix (1821) (x)

[captainkurosolaire]

Father of Shadow

Grey skies of bone waste, dry uncertain humidity polluted the air, in a time stone of an oppressive era. When a peaceful Nation was under siege of a Garlean Empire was prominent conflict. Depleted soul's were torn from destruction brought upon them, not able to spark their rebel spirits. Hopelessness festered, longed, in the dark-void, absence reigned. Until those who dwell and thrive in night, answered. A Doman elegant-magpie, colored descended below gracefully upon a leather-glove, with a braille message-strung delicately for delivery, to who wields sharp steel and handles Black Miracles. It read two-words, stroked in Hingashi. "Unsheathe Shadow." The figure clad to black, descended below a tall cliff-side using a large-bright dragon-theme kite at the last daring moment, blocking a Magitek Armor with an Operator and fellow squadron leading a convoy of spoiled slavers, formerly settlers, farmers of the neighboring land, that'd know a harvest again. Feet-padded quietly a step in their pause. This mask-silhouette figure gave a small startle. Keen eyes of one Imperialist gave rise to a Eastern-forged scabbard blade, letting out a small-laugh from his throat, "Hey, Men! Seems we forgot one. Ki--" Cut off before the executive order, through a sleeved kunai punctured the throat. The specter of death, was swarmed instantaneous. Time felt frozen momentarily, when two-pursuers stepped in striking distance, before they were aware of the next breathe, they were struck down from a blinding quick unsheathe. A firm masculine gloved-hand grappled one of the defeated imperialist by their skull and used their cadaver as a shield-charge to block, a volley of ballistics sponged to the reload, swiftly, the assailant lunged his blade through the deceased into the reloading legionary, puncturing two-hearts. Crushing flail came swinging towards the assailant from behind, stern senses strengthened for obscured sight gave an acrobatic bending dodge, strands of raven hair's plucked grazing overhead, the swordsman withdrew his blade full of heated ichor, blinding the bruiser. Handicapped and shouting obscenities, he withdrew his chained-flail, the assailant vanished alongside the call-back, leaping carefully on returning weapon. Graciously leaping overhead. A swift-slice midair struck. Another head fell below removed from neck. Sudden commotion and pause made the prisoner's of war began up-roaring with renewed spirits, kicking at their confines. Magitek-Armored pilot took firing aim and unleashed a mini-gun of bullets at the shadow. The figure-glided with the wind, feline ear's rattling towards the preparing machinery coiling before assault, heel's building up wind, his blade let out a howling gust, rocketing him forth towards a hanging-tree, bullet's closely racketing behind. Fluid-movement, his free-arm locked onto a sturdy branch. He parted his blade-flat below his feet using it like a temporarily standing-board. Then unhooked from hip satchel a paper-scrolled bomb strung to another kunai, a fuse laid underneath the hilt like a switch, once launched and struck its target, it'd detonate. Ilm's from filling the assassin with swissed-holes, the weapon's arm of the machinery imploded and cracked pilot's glass windshield, the magitek armor fell off balance, exposed trying to regain control. His eye's-opened widely. Sole's directly above his small-layer between him, in the death-dealer who had catapulted and sprung himself with a feline leap. Shedding a last-gasp before expertly steel slid between the cracked- creases, and impaled him unable to evade demise. His skull ragged dolled forth bashing into the detonation button. Electrical in-balance was felt predicatively, the assassin leapt backwards, yet was unable to clear. Blocking with his arm's and blade, shrapnel of machinery projectiles dug into his flesh, boom sent the shadow careening below harshly.

Ember's surrounding him, scorched land and concussed with his hearing shrieking, distorted, his mask cracked. His body was tortured fashioned to these sensations. Adrenaline coursing inside him, nullifying the extent of his injuries, momentarily, he rolled instinctively feeling the heat near his feline tail. Despite being a deadly-weapon, expressionless, empty-nearly. He finished his task employed, by releasing the prisoner's door, they flooded out looking to find their rescuer but only a blood-trail remained mixed with all the other disarray. He had a date, with someone, that daringly made his sharpest blade, blunt. Even demolished like this, he wouldn't miss the intended target who'd forever alter his knowledge of Life. Using his blade-hilt as a cane to hold uprightness. In all or any; Darkness... There was somewhere a Light, to appreciate.

[Prev:Chapter]: ~ ♪"As Above, So Below"♪

[camlannpod]

Hey, if there was someone named James T Kirk in the Camlann apocalypse, would he be able to shoot phasers out of kit bashed hair dryers? What about a Clark Kent? Could he fly? How does the Camlann apocalypse interact with modern myths as opposed to oral traditions?

Hi! So there's an in-universe answer and an out-of-universe answer. In-universe, our gang doesn't know the answer to this question. Telecommunications went down in the first nine days, and stories by their nature are often contradictory, so our gang just don't know enough yet about how this all works to know what it does and doesn't apply to.

Out-of-universe, which is to say the way I write it (and likely something that won't come up explicitly in the show) - the stories have to have been told for the first time orally. They have to be part of an oral tradition that involves many creators and many listeners. The more tellers, listeners and permutations of the story, the more powerful it is. The age of the stories also makes them more powerful, as does their connection to 'the land' - wherever they were first told. They also have to be...organic? They have to have been told for the sake of telling them, not specifically made as a product to be sold.

By all of these rules, anything that was written for a paycheque is pretty much out - which rules out Star Trek and Superman. You can draw a lot of parallels between modern fiction and mythology, for sure, but they do fundamentally serve different purposes and were created for different reasons. A lot of heart and politics went into the creation of Superman, not least combating the rise of fascism. However, he was also created in the first place to sell comic books.

Modern myths that might work better are urban legends - especially older ones that find their roots in the late 1800s or early 1900s. American rural stories about strangers on the road etc. But in that example, again, the age of the story and its connection to the land is always the most important factor. This means that in the US, for example, indigenous folklore and stories are always more powerful than more modern settler ghost stories, and in figurative or literal conflict, the indigenous stories are going to win the toss. Which means that you're a lot less likely to find a creepypasta type creature unless you're in an area that's isolated from any indigenous cultures. Which is obviously going to be hard to find.

*Finally, a note on religion: I do not feel comfortable playing games with real people's real faiths, which is a big part of why we're largely steering clear of religions and religious stories. There's a grey area where religious figures that have also become folk heroes can come into play, specifically leaning on the power they have from folk legend - so Santa, Joan of Arc etc. As a white British woman, I don't feel I have the authority to tell those stories for other cultures. One day I'd love to have a series of mini-episodes where we invite writers from around the world to tackle these subjects. But I'm not going to be the one who writes those stories, because they're not mine to tell.

[kalevalakryze]

Free-Z

Relationships: Rose MacLean/Lee Moldaver, Lee Moldaver & Lucy MacLean & Norm MacLean, Rose MacLean & Lucy MacLean & Norm MacLean Characters: Lee Moldaver, Rose MacLean, Lucy Maclean, Norm MacLean, Maximus Tags: Soft, No Hurt, Fix It, Self-Indulgent As Hell Notes: I HAVE TO FIND AN ANGLE AND I NEED TO DEVOTE MY LIFE TO THIS NOW!!! anyways, enjoy a snippet I could not get out of my war-torn mind as I struggled through a mental breakdown as a player for over almost sixteen??? years. These games are everything to me. you're my world, fallout. Summary: “We’re gonna scare mom!” The girl whispered, small body shaking in her excitement as she pointed through the stalks towards the shadow of a blue suit passing through the thin paths. The two were so immersed in their plans that they didn’t hear the feather-light steps pushing through the stalks around them, blind to the adult that crouched over them until it was too late. “I think you should jump out at her now.” Moldaver suggested, contradicting herself in wrapping her arms tight around both kids, laughter bubbling past her lips at their delighted screams.

“Lucy! Norm!” Rose’s voice rang through the clear afternoon, warm as the sun shining high over their heads. 

“Shh! Shh!” Lucy crouched in the dirt, fingers pressing into the soil beneath her as Norm huddled close to her side. “Why are we hiding?” He questioned all too loudly. 

“We’re gonna scare mom!” The girl whispered, small body shaking in her excitement as she pointed through the stalks towards the shadow of a blue suit passing through the thin paths. 

The two were so immersed in their plans that they didn’t hear the feather-light steps pushing through the stalks around them, blind to the adult that crouched over them until it was too late. “I think you should jump out at her now.” Moldaver suggested, contradicting herself in wrapping her arms tight around both kids, laughter bubbling past her lips at their delighted screams. 

Norm tucked himself into Lee’s arm, small hands fisting into the sun-warmed fabric of her shirt as his weight was settled against her hip. “Oh no! Did I ruin your surprise?” Her bottom lip pouted out in a weak apology even as Rose parted her way through the stalks of corn. 

“A surprise for me? Or did you ruin their surprise?” Rose bent easily as Lucy dove into her arms, mirroring Lee with her daughter on her hip. 

“Rose!” Lee hissed, chest rumbling with warm laughter as she crossed the distance between the two, brushing her free hand against the vault dweller's bicep. 

Smacking her lips, the woman shook her head slowly. “Alright, alright … Well if it isn’t a secret anymore…?” Soft eyes turned to look at Moldaver, ending any resolve that could have ever existed with the rays of the warmest puppy dog face- soon mirrored by the ‘mini-rose’s’ all around her.

“Well. I’m outnumbered-” Moldaver shook her head, stepping ahead to part the stalks and keep them held back so they could step through, hefting the toddler higher on her hip, Lee took the hand outstretched to her with linked fingers and led the way. 

Settlers moved all around the city around them, kids ran past with different toys and vendors called out their wares. Leaning almost out of her mother’s grasp, Lucy’s hands curiously raised towards the floating bubbles, blown all around by a small group of kids that had taken up a corner of pavement with various colors of chalk. 

“So what’s our surprise?” Lucy started, lolling her head back against Rose’s shoulder to blink innocently up at her. 

“Well... Lee here was the one to put it together. Do you want to tell them?” Shaking her head, the older woman shifted the quiet boy on her hip. “No, love, you go ahead.”

“Ice. Pops.” The words were spoken in an excited whisper; frozens sticks of juice with no radiation, a perfect treat for the hot summer day. Lee was able to count exactly how long it took for Lucy to notice, how fast those vibrant eyes widened, brown hair swishing like a halo around her head as she turned to stare dumbfoundedly at the other woman. 

The two women shared a knowing look between each other as the kids catapulted into a conversation with each other, words flying faster than anyone could ever truly be expected to understand. 

“Hey, Maximus!” Lee greeted as they approached the carefully hidden chests that held their prizes. “Glad your dad caught you in time. Your friends coming?” Honeyed eyes flickered to the pack of kids the boy would always hang out with as she lowered Norm to the ground, hand resting on his messy mop of hair as he vibrated beneath her. 

“Yeah! Come on guys!” Max shouted, waving over all the kids; Before they knew it, Rose and Lee were cutting the tops of treats from the plastic and handing them to various kids, and the sheepish adult who found the courage to make their way into the lines as well. 

As the sun began its descent to the horizon, the kids of Shady Sands were covered in the sticky high fructose juice of their treats. Lee sat with her back pressed into Rose’s side against a bench overlooking the sunset, Lucy sitting almost uncomfortably against her stomach as she licked the evidence of the bright blue ice pop from her fingers. 

Seeming to just remember herself; the small child reached sticker fingers to poke against Lee’s face. “I almost forgot! Thank you! ” The way the child’s body dropped into Lee’s in a violent form of a hug was almost enough to say otherwise, but she still chuckled warmly and brushed her fingers through the girls hair. 

“Hey, anything for my girls, and you too, Norm-” 

A smaller sticky hand pressed against her forehead, plastering the artificial smell of coconut to her head. “Th’nks-” Norm grumbled, muted by his mother’s shoulder where he dozed. The sleepiness seemed to run through the entire family in a quick wave, soon enough the ball of energy pressed into her had faded into a quiet snoring, drool staining the shoulder of her shirt and creating a smooth symphony with the sounds of night and the sleep-babbling of her younger brother.

“Should probably get the kids to bed soon,” Rose managed through a yawn, stretching an arm up over her head as she leaned further back into the bench. “ You promised me a treat later too, you know,” The woman’s eyes flickered towards Lee’s lips as she spoke, already shifting to rise from the bench as she seemed propelled by an earlier promise. 

“Alright, Blue. Lets get you your desert,” Moldaver rumbled warmly, cradling Lucy’s sleeping form to her chest as Rose tucked into her side, Norm cradled protectively against her hip once again as they strolled through calm streets back to their home.

[thetrailthestarsblaze]

Maple Arc

Mapleshade's arc is a lot more politically motivated and complex than in the original.

Mapleshade's family descends from the original settlers, as does Oakfell's. At this point, the Thunder Champions and the Beach Rafters have been waring for a long time and Starwalker Oakfell is very keen on securing his legacy. Oakfell has two (legal) children with his wife, Sweetbriar. A single daughter, Kindlingwish, and a child, Birchface. Starwalker Oakfell basically wants to hook his kids up with a cat that'll give them stronger genes (stronger to him). Mapleshade is picked by Oakfell to be Birchface's mate and heavily pressured into it. Mapleshade is a very daring cat, a peak Thunder Champion and her only remaining family is her grandmother who is too old to be having kittens. Mapleshade and Birchface are good as friends, but aren't interested in each other that way. They both learn that, ironically, they both have mates in the Beach Rafter colony. They bond over this and decide to keep it their little secret and cover for each other. Kindlingwish on the other hand as her heart set on a cat her father disapproves of. Vipergrass has mostly kittypet/loner ancestry. Oakfell continues to push his daughter towards marrying Thrushtalon, who has 'better' lineage. When Mapleshade gets pregnant with Appledusk's kits, Birchface agrees to cover as the kits' father. The night before another battle, Birchface is going on a small walk with his mate, Saltswim and learns from them that Appledusk has been courting a cat named Reedshine behind Mapleshade's back. Angered and wanting to defend his friend, Birchface aims to get Appledusk alone so he can tell Appledusk he knows his little game and to apologize to Mapleshade. Appledusk realizes that he's in trouble and out of panic more than anything kicks Birchface into the rapids, which kills him and his young apprentice, Flowerpaw. Mapleshade hears of Birchface's death and is heartbroken. Birchface never got to tell her what he knew. Mapleshade keeps meeting Appledusk in secret who recounts the whole thing as an accident, that Birchface had slipped and hit his face against the slick rocks, crashing into the river. Mapleshade believes him and has his kits shortly after, passing them off as Birchface's kits.

When the kittens can barely walk, they pass as Birchface's kits easily. Especially Larchkit and Petalkit, while Patchkit is a 'mini mapleshade'. However as they grow, something is off about them. Ravenwing gets requested (read demanded) to do a summoning for Oakfell. Birchface refuses to answer and other cats appear instead, dark spirits that send Ravenwing the omen that Mapleshade's kits are half-colony cats. Not only that, but their true father is Birchface's murderer.

Mapleshade is forced to stay in the nursery to receive her punishment. Her grandmother, Fennelbush, her old mentor Bloomheart, and the deputy, Beestinger. Starwalker Oakfell catches on quick though and to save his conspirators Beestinger takes the blame and is executed. Loyal followers of Starwaker Oakfell (and those afraid of him), chase mapleshade and her kits, hunting them down. It blocks off Mapleshade's escape to anywhere except the Beach Rafters. A storm has brewed through all this and the rivers have turned to rapids. With no other choice, Mapleshade tries to get her kits across, but she and her babies are knocked into the water.

Nearby a Beach Rafter patrol, gathering supplies before the storm gets too bad, hear something going on. Even though Starwalker Darklightening had put propaganda through all her colony's heads, several cats were still firm believers in the 'Life Law'. Two important cats in the patrol are Eeldive who rescued Mapleshade from the water when the actual rescuers wouldn't, and Saltswim, Birchface's mate who had been mourning in silence and guilt, chases after Mapleshade's kits. Eeldive convinces the others to take Mapleshade to the colony and sadly, Saltswim comes back with the dead kittens, Mapleshade crumbles as her life falls apart, only for salt to be rubbed in her wounds when Appledusk proclaims he never loved her, when Saltswim spills his secret. Reedshine, Appledusk's legal mate is so horrified by her colony's treatment of Mapleshade and her mate, that she renounces their mateship then and there. Eeldive, Saltswim, and Reedshine all care and try to protect Mapleshade, when eventually Starwalker Darklightening states that basically Mapleshade is banished.

They continue to care for her in secret as Mapleshade finds her way around to the barn where Myler lives. Myler agrees to house Mapleshade. Eeldive Reddshine and Mapleshade slowly get closer, but Reedshine is pregnant. Maple and her sort of. both know its appledusk's but dont mention it out loud due to the pain of it. Grieving still, Mapleshade tries to sneak to Moonstone to contact Birchface or her kittens or, anyone really. She runs into Ravenwing, who threatens her, but when he mentions her kits in a bad way, Mapleshade attacks him. It's the biggest taboo of all the colonies to attack a healer. Mapleshade had no intention of killing him, but the battle escalates and Ravenwing ends up dead. Mapleshade is badly startled by this and combined with her nightmares she starts not eating or drinking, which leads to her hallucinating.

Later Mapleshade stumbles into Kindlingwish sort of by accident while trying to sneak over to pay respects at Birchface's grave. They get into a small argument which Kindlingwish turns into a physical fight as her grief overwhelms her. By accident, Kindlingwish is bitten by an adder and a scared, confused Mapleshade hears a patrol coming, leaving Kindlingwish to be found and having the patrol see her running from the scene of the crime.

Kindlingwish survives with some lifelong issues and dives into her bitterness, marrying Thrushtalon to please her father and having one kit, Pinefall (named after her father somewhat). She remains bitter and claims to her death that Mapleshade had tried to kill her. meanwhile back into time where Mapleshade is running away, she finds Eeldive who states Reedshine has started to go into labor. Mapleshade rushes to her and helps with her kitting. Soon after, Appledusk decides he's pissed and bitter and gathers supports to 'return reedshine' who he states had been kidnapped by Maple, Eel, Salt, and Myler. he plans on basically forcing Reedshine to come back with him and re-marry him at any cost. A battle breaks out, ending with Mapleshade killing Appledusk and chasing the battle party off. For awhile, Maple, Salt, Reed, and Myler (and Myler's husband) raise the kits and live as barncats/loners. later when Starwalker Darklightening dies, (probably to battle?) the next leader invites the group to return and live in the Beach Rafters colony were previous transgressions would be forgotten. After heavy debate they agree and eventually Maple, Eel, and Reed become wives. Though Mapleshade is haunted deeply by what happened and even at her death, the story around her has shapeshifted over the years.

[elizaditton]

Koronian Mini Lesson #1

Hey everyone! Sorry updates have been slow... this next chapter of Too Small To Be Afraid is probably going to be a long one and I'm still thinking through all that I want to happen. In the meantime, I thought maybe I could tell you all a little bit about Koronia's culture and language!

Koronian (or, Kyoronyar) is one of the two official languages of Koronia, which is one country out of many on the world Perthea. Since Too Small To Be Afraid takes place in Koronia, many characters speak Koronian in addition to English. You may be wondering, though, why does everyone speak English in the book?

Koronia has something called "hospitality culture," which essentially boils down to wanting to be as kind and hospitable to others as possible. When humans arrived on Perthea (Koronia to be exact), a majority of them spoke English. This resulted in the pertheans living in Koronia learning English, since the humans were their guests and they wanted to be hospitable to them. Now, "hospitality culture" isn't without its flaws. A lot of the time, the idea of being hospitable becomes a strong societal pressure. And so rather than "bother" the human settlers by having them eventually learn Koronian (although many wanted to and actually did), English was eventually made one of Koronia's official languages. Many people can and do speak both languages, but because of Koronia's hospitality culture, English ended up becoming more widely used than Koronian. Today, there is an effort to prevent the language from becoming lost. People are encouraged to learn it and speak it, more media is created in it, signs often display both languages, and so on. Many pertheans speak Koronian at home or with friends, and humans are encouraged to learn the language as well.

Here is the Koronian alphabet:

a as in "father," e as in "bet," i as in "see," u as in "boot," o as in "token"

p, b, t, and d are similar to English, but said without that little puff of air. Think of how these letters sound in Japanese or Spanish.

k and g are always pronounced ky and gy, like "cute" and "argue." As such, they're always written with a y in romanizations (but they're only singular characters in Koronian).

f and v are similar to the f sound in Japanese-- you say them without your teeth touching your lip.

s, z, sh, zh, m, n, and y are all pronounced like in English.

rr (notice the two "r"s) is a trilled r.

r (notice the single "r") is a tapped r, like the r in Spanish and Japanese, or the dd in the word "ladder" if you speak English with an American accent.

The Koronian alphabet is syllabic, meaning the letters come together to form the individual syllables that make up words.

Here's some words: vasha (hello) and nokyer (goodbye). 

Thanks for reading! I hope to make more posts like this soon. Nokyer!

TLDR: Koronians pressure each other into being nice, also I ripped off hangul

[midknitefox]

took a break from cult of the lamb to play through fallout 4 so I can motivate myself some more. have some highlights. I wrote down all my thoughts while playing! ofc spoilers for fallout 4.

"if I don't answer the door, we won't be bombed, surely"

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"I love codsworth but I went to retrieve nick valentine and codsworth kept getting stuck. he's too bulky to fit through some of the spaces in there so I was basically on my own until he decided to teleport 😭"

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""it had been filled with fish-? or monsters? or- monster fish?? maybe, I don't know- i- we- da- not relevant! the minutemen are there now! thats good! for them. and I guess... everyone else too."

I love listening to Travis over the radio talk in between songs he's so amusing-"

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"just got a fat man and some ammo and stimpacks

should I be scared for what's coming-"

"Kellogg kept killing me so I delivered him a mini nuke to the face and got him right off the bat."

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"nick we just got here [goodneighbor] what the fuck are you drinking and where did you get it"

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"dogmeat uses the doghouse 😭💖 omg"

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"I GOT A VIDEO GAME IN THE VIDEO GAME!! Hold on, Nick. my son can wait. I have to game."

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"I got in my power armor and nick went "always wondered what you'd look like as a robot... not too shabby."

bRO. i love this man"

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"me: you took down 4 guys by yourself?

nick:"

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"I got to sanctuary and I couldn't find ANYONE even though I checked all the houses. nobody was asleep even tho it was the middle of the night. and so I was checking the house where nick likes to hammer the walls for some reason and I looked out the window. outside I saw jun and 2 settlers standing in the middle of the farm for no reason

...

I went outside to look and marcy, Preston, and mama Murphy were also outside in the farm standing in a line against the wall where I couldn't see them.

what. the fuck."

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"oh my goddddd I went and met the radio man in diamond city and he is so pathetic

I love him so much.

the big Russian bartender guy in the city and his brother asked me to help them raise his confidence

this is such a sweet questline

casually putting off getting Hancock for this-"

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"THERES A GHOUL IN THE BAR

WHAT

civilian: I think the mayor's okay, he's kept the ghouls out hasn't he?

the ghoul RIGHT BEHIND THEM:"

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"I got this off. a legendary radroach. imagine me charging through the commonwealth wielding a rolling pin.

ah... nice. I'll hold on to it."

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"YAY new friend ! Deacon can come follow me around now!!

I'm still gonna keep valentine around though."

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"it's perfect."

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"oh

oh god

I just realized it's called "Swan's Pond"

not "Swan Pond"

and when I initially passed it. Codsworth made note that "There's still a Swan boat here"

..........I hate everything. I have to go deal with this now. I can't not." (me who's actually never dealt with swan before)

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"mwah"

(I'll have to reblog cause I'm out of images to post LMAO)

[beachyserasims]

Simblr Intro

Hello!!! My name is Catherine (she/they) and I am so excited to join this Sim community! I am a 30 year old (turning 31 in August) settler, living in the unceded territory of the Lhtako Dené Nation. I have been through things like school, college, and even owning a small business.

Something that has been a constant in my life over the last 30 years has been Sims! Every time I start playing again, it engulfs me completely and my creative soul thrives with all the amazing possibilities of gameplay.

Recently, I started recording my gameplay and the idea morphed into a mini television series based entirely around my most recent sim, Claudia Lestat. I had no intention of sharing my creations, but I tumbled upon Tumblr and learnt about the amazing Sim community that exists here. Ever since, I have been so inspired by the incredible creators that I decided to take a shot at Simblr myself.

My hope is to share my creative vision, adding to the ingenious content that already exists here, as well as connecting with others! Feel free to like or reblog as I look foward to meeting new people.

[lost-technology]

What if... they played Fallout?

So, a thing came across my dash showing off Wolfwood's amazing carrying capacity and it led to me joking about what if Wolfwood were in Skyrim? Honestly, Fallout is more like their world and I've given thought to how the characters of Trigun would play the Fallout games - whether they were caught in a crossover that put them in a world even more bleak than the one they live in or they...discovered video games and played. (This accounts for characters making play-characters that actually reflect themselves if latter. I mean, I'm a weakling who loves to play a heavy-melee and sometimes big guns characters... I doubt I'd be able to lift a sledgehammer with ease in real life, but my motto in game is "Super Sledges don't run out of ammo!") Vash - Small Arms specialist. High agility and perception. Uses V.A.T.S. constantly (I think hey may canonically have some kind of Plant-inborn version of V.A.T.S!) Downs more Nuka-Cola Quantum that that Petrovita-lady. Luck stat is in the toilet. Is one of those "Hold my beer, Bethesda!" pacifist-challenge players. Despite a low luck stat, he has the Mysterious Stranger perk for whatever reason. It's Wolfwood. The Mysterious Stranger is Wolfwood and Vash gets P.O.ed when he saves Vash's life by killing a tough opponent. Meryl - Small Arms specialist. High intelligence. High Charisma. Takes on a lot of the sidequests that let you explore the world and find out little things about it. Definitely there for the lore. Stampede version Meryl is doing ALL of Piper Wright's quests and will take her as a main companion. Wolfwood - Big Guns. Uses V.A.T.S. sometimes, but prefers a simple target and rapid-fire. High medical skill / all the Medical-related perks. Hoards and owns ALL the Stimpaks. Milly - Big Guns. Carries a Mini-Gun because it reminds her of her stungun. "I had to kill those Supermutants, Mr. Vash, it's just a game! Don't worry about it!" Likes all of the good karma quests were she gets to help people. Would probably enjoy Fallout 4's DLC Striker (the gun that shoots bowling balls). Likes anything with abnormal ammo. Elendira the Crimsonail - Concentrates on doing all of the little quests / getting all of the blueprints for building the Railroad Gun and hoards every railroad spike she finds along the way. Uses the Railroad Gun exclusively. Millions Knives - Melee specialist. Starts out with things like switchblades, graduates to swords as soon as possible. Isn't much for the sledgehammers, but will take a baseball bat and mod it to have razor blades / Bladed Swatter. A murder-hobo who slaughters everything, especially every human he comes across, settler and raider alike. Doesn't do any main quests, just kills stuff. Probably feels some kind of kinship to one of the non-human or left-of-human downtrodden races, like the robots or synths. Ghouls are probably still too human for him to like. Legato Bluesummers - Being more of a telepath than heavy on weapons, I imagine him finding that Vault in the Fallout 4 DLC you can run or downloading Fallout Shelter and running a Vault - in the most evil way possible. Just horrible manipulation on the human residents to torture them and see how they tick.