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Fallout: Big River Blues - Chapter 1: A Simple JobMark Liu was his name. Sometimes “Lew”, sometimes “Bastard Lew”, depending on who you asked, but always some variation of it.He twirled a cartridge in his fingers, out of sheer boredom or hesitation. The smell of cigarette smoke and baiju filled the air. Baiju or Nuka Cola, in fact, as this part of the Yangtze controlled by the Yankee State has fused Chinese and American culture. It could not be any more evident than the live music playing in the background, which was a fusion of traditional Chinese instrumentation with Western folk melody, or the language spoken itself, which was a mixture of English and Mandarin creole.A man stepped up in front of Mark’s table. He was heavy-set, possibly in his early forties, with a visible scar on his throat. He spoke, in a raspy voice,“So I’m supposin’ you’re the one they call ‘Bastard Lew’?”Mark replied, in a slightly dull tone,“Yeah. What of it? Need something?”The man nodded slightly,“You could say that, I do need something.”“Alright, tell me what you want. Just take a seat.”The man pulled up a chair and sat down,“The caravan I’m working for is headed to Shanghai in two weeks. We’re running low on manpower since a lot of good men are being levied for more Yankee campaigns, and I’ve heard good things about you. Ever been to the Big Hu?” Mark put down the cartridge he was twirling,“No, never been that far east. What’s it like?”“It’s… wild, to say the least. Many independent settlements, swearing fealty directly to the Lord-General himself. A lot of bandits, a lot of gangs… a lot of prospecting and a lot of trade. And that means good pay, for people like us.”Mark raised an eyebrow,“This all sounds interesting, sure. But how much are you paying, and how long does the contract last?” “300 brass dollars, enough to last you a couple months. Contract ends once we’ve reached the Big Hu, but I’ll put another 300 brass if you come back with us in one piece. Assuming the merchandise stays intact, of course.”Mark leaned his head on his arm in contemplation as he eyed the ceiling. He wondered to himself whether the job would be worth it. It’d be a gamble, but gambling was his specialty. He could take the job now, or wait for another contract, which wouldn’t be guaranteed. The man saw his contemplation and offered him,“Alright then. I’ll give you three days to decide if you want the job or not. Any more than that and we’re leaving without you. When you want to seal the deal, just see me at the shack near the fort gate, it’ll say number 88. By the way… the name’s Carl.”Carl stood up and walked away, exiting the tavern. Mark watched the man leave, then looked back at his table. He saw his cartridge and his cocktail of rice wine and whiskey, and took his last sip. The cigarette smoke was getting to him and he needed a breath of fresh air. He headed to the bar to pay his tab, which was manned by a reprogrammed Mr. Gutsy. The gruff robot screamed in his face,“PICK YOUR POISON”Mark shook his head, and placed 8 brass coins on the countertop,“No I’m… I’m done. Here’s the money.”The robot continued screaming,“THANK YOU FOR YOUR FINE PATRIOTIC SERVICE, SIR! HOO-AH!”As he exited the door, a gust of wind hit his face. It had the pungent aroma of goods and livestock, as the market was only a block away from the tavern. The wind changed direction, and brought in the distinct smell of machine oil, sweat and testosterone. The smell grew closer, and so too did the sound of marching and chanting. A warlord, with his entourage of power-armored knights and common soldiers, was passing through.Among them were many faces, some Chinese, some American, some Ghoul and some Human, in a motley assortment of raggedy uniforms, armor and weaponry, many wearing yellow on their neckerchiefs or armbands. The knights themselves had an array of accented colors, strange letters and names brandished on their power armor, symbolizing their rank and status.Leading them was a tall, bearded blond man in an immaculately-pressed uniform, with a yellow sash draped over his shoulder. They seemed to be headed towards the fort’s command center, the core of Yankee power. Mark discerned that they were likely seeking an audience with the Lord-General, but otherwise paid no special attention to the goings-on of the warlords and the State. No less was the fact he had a certain bitterness towards Yankee society for considering him an outcast.Mark was born from an affair between an aristocratic Yankee knight and a Chinese peasant woman. His illegitimate birth meant he was barred from his father’s inheritance, yet nonetheless his father tried to raise him to be self-sufficient. He learned how to survive in the wild, how to shoot and maintain a gun, how to discern friend from foe. It was why he is sometimes called “Bastard Lew”, why he took on the role of the mercenary rather than the honored knight… and why he held that bitterness.He waited for the entourage to pass, and headed on his way to the market. A dazzling array of pre-war and post-war goods and wares awaited him, each stranger than the next. Equally strange were the variety of foodstuffs, meats, and mutant parts being sold. Everything from scavenged electronics parts, rusted-out kitchen utensils, mutated fungi, vegetables and bags of mutant rice, two-headed cattle, feral pig, mongrel dog, even the chimeric, mutated descendants of animals once considered endangered like pangolin and salamander that have since thrived among the radiation of the post-apocalypse. Nothing is off-limits in the struggle for survival and the search for profit.Mark cut through the noise and looked for a certain shop. It was a rather unassuming shack made of wood and corrugated metal, not too distinct from the rest of the marketplace, with a sign over it that said “Wang’s Guns & Repairs” in crude handwriting. Below the sign was an old ghoul wearing a tattered and greasy work coverall was inspecting various firearms with an unusually glum look on his face. Mark approached him and greeted,“Hey old man, it’s been a while since I’ve visited.”Wang looked at Mark, and grinned in relief,“Oh, Lew! What can I do for you?”Mark pulled out his semi-automatic rifle from his back non-threateningly, pointing to the receiver,“My rifle’s a bit busted, I’m thinking it’s the trigger assembly. I might need a replacement part, and maybe an inspection to make sure everything’s in working order. Got a new contract, and I can’t do my work without it. You know how it is.”The old ghoul took the rifle from his hands, set it on his vice, and inspected it closely with his glasses. He took out his tools and stripped the gun, focusing his attention on the aforementioned trigger assembly. He told Mark, rather bemusedly,“Yes… you were right, the issue is in the trigger assembly. It’s all rusted and bent, but the barrel’s also corroded... what the hell did you do to this thing?”Mark chuckled,“Well I might’ve picked it up somewhere… and bashed it a couple times… you know how it is.”Wang looked at Mark and gave a rather judging stare for a second, only to burst out in laughter. As he gathered his wits, he said,“Alright, I can fix the gun. But I have a favor to ask of you…” His face turned serious, and Mark looked on attentively.“A ruffian’s been extorting me lately… threatening me and my foster son if I didn’t give him brass every week… and I’m not having any of that.”He motioned towards Mark, and silently asked,“I want you to kill him.”Without even a hint of hesitation or moral qualm, Mark simply said,“Alright. I can do that. But how would I know who he is?”“He’s tall, well-built and dark-skinned, not so different from you. Of course, unlike you he’s bald, has a tattoo on his face and wears sunglasses. I think he was just trying to look tough. Last I saw him he wore a bomber jacket and had a necklace of bullet casings. Hell these repairs are on me, and I’ll owe you a favor as a bonus. Please take the job... do it for the kid at least.”“I’ll do it. I only have three days though, so give me some pointers on where this son of a bitch might be.”“Couldn’t be far from Fort Washington, that’s for sure. But where in town, I can’t say. I’d imagine he’s part of a gang, but I don’t know which… maybe you could check out the chem dens in town… he looked pretty messed-up and jittery last time he came here.”It wasn’t much, but Mark took whatever clues he could get. He knew his target’s appearance, and he knew a good place to start. Before he could even get a chance to leave, the old ghoul’s hand held his shoulder, pulling him back in.“Look… please be discreet. I don’t want the entire town guard on your rear, no less mine.” Mark already thought of the discretion required of his task however, and thought of an idea to dispel some of the heat from such a dirty job. He reassured Wang, and grabbed some dice from his bag. They were chipped and dirty, but still used post-war for games and gambling.“Could you load these dice? I need them for something.”As expected, Wang looked puzzled at the request, but begrudgingly accepted the request regardless. He took the dice and a hand drill and began working on the dice. After a couple test runs, the dice had been loaded, and he was ready to test out his plan.It was a crazy plan, all things considered. He assumed that his target would be a gambler like him, given the likelihood of his criminal affiliation and affinity for addictive habits. If he could convince his target to play a game of dice with him, he could trap his target into attacking first by being accused of cheating. Given that this all depended on the success of him convincing his target to play with him, then provoke his target into attacking first, and then assuming that he was quick enough on the draw not to get killed, this whole setup in itself was a massive gamble.Gambling was his specialty.
Fallout: Big River Blues - PrologueWar never changes.In 2077 the world bathed itself in nuclear fire. Within a few hours, nations and societies consumed themselves, out of greed, malice, or simple chaos.The People's Republic of China once prided itself as a glorious bastion of communism, a utopia where none needed to suffer, only relish the fruits of prosperity and progress. What a dream it was.As political rhetoric boiled up, and nations craved for more and more resources, the world reached its tipping point. China would invade the United States for oil, and the United States would invade China and her protectorates. The stage was set for a brutal decade-long war of attrition.From Alaska to the Philippines, Shantou to the Gobi Desert, fighting would rage. All a fight for nothing. For as both nations grew desperate, so too did their lust for destruction. Nuclear sirens wailed as panicked masses ran for their lives to the nearest shelters… and silence blanketed the Earth.But humankind has proven too stubborn to be snuffed out entirely. As the fallout settled, people would exit their shelters, only to be faced with the harsh reality of a mutated, devastated landscape. Mankind survives, and somehow, it thrived.In the Yangtze River basin, the myriad of military forces on the front and rear lines, of both sides, disintegrated into petty warlords. The remnants of the Communist government officials would retreat even further into their bunkers, only emerging to display their dominance over the wastes. Forces within and without conspire to gain more power, whether for themselves or for the people. In between them all are communities and individuals, merely trying to survive the day-to-day grind; a war for survival on all fronts.Because if one phrase rings true…War never changes.
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Red Rock Canyon by BRZYTWA4
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V102 - Collapsed Hallway 3 by JackLee19

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V102 - Collapsed Hallway 1 by JackLee19
V102 - Collapsed Hallway 2 by JackLee19
V102 - Collapsed Hallway 4 by JackLee19
Comics
FO4 short from 2020 by BigIronXis
Fallout 4 - Every Time by dAdrianArts
BoS Medical Exam by TheCopperWarden
Reporting back to settlements at night by TheCopperWarden
Cosplay
Christine Royce - Fallout: New Vegas Cosplay by MaryMustang01
Christine Royce - Fallout: New Vegas Cosplay by MaryMustang01
Christine Royce - Fallout: New Vegas Cosplay by MaryMustang01
Christine Royce - Fallout: New Vegas Cosplay by MaryMustang01
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Brotherhood of Steel leather cardwallet by Arnakhat
Another postapocalyptic leather pouch by Arnakhat
Postapocalypse wastelander belt pouch by Arnakhat
Pipboy 2000 mk vi by XxPolkadotxX
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Nuka Grape Girl Poster by Press-X-Props
Child of Atom by Siha-Art
Fallout 4 Behind The Train Bridge by Zora-Steam
Fallout 4: Mount Mckay by Zora-Steam
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Poppy (Fallout OC) by PlantBanditHolli
TheKite's The Institute Health Care Division Synth by thegreatshaggy
Welcome to Nuka World by Fenalith
Overboss and Meg by Fenalith
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A fair deal by BigIronXis
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slave collar panic by oyamu

Rules & News

**UPDATED AS OF 4/6/13**

I will be going through the galleries and giving them a much needed clean-up; placing things in the correct folders and removing art that has nothing to do with the Fallout series.

We will no longer be accepting certain types of MEMES, such as those that resemble Insanity Wolf, or basically anything that can be made in a generator. The folder is being renamed ART MEMES and will be for just that. :)

Finally, we love screenshots and very much consider them an art-form...as much as we do photography! However, screenshots that are taken with the HUD on, are taken to show-off an armor or only exploit a glitch will not be considered for submission.

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WHAT WE ARE:

This is a club for all fans of the Fallout series to join together and contribute art to the community.

TO JOIN:

1. You must like or be a fan of Fallout.
2. Just click, "Join Group," and you will be accepted.
3. You can then start submitting stuff!

TO SUBMIT:

Just go into the folder and click, "Contribute art," and submit art from your gallery! Please, make sure that you are only submitting your own work! Anything related to Fallout will be allowed. There are no limits (as of yet) to how many you can submit a day. Please submit your art into the RIGHT category. If you do not know what the right category is, just ask! All contributions are subject to approval by the admins.

FAVORITES:

Yes, you can suggest favorites for the group. Just suggest one, and I will accept or deny them. To suggest a favorite, you MUST be a member of the club.

CONTRIBUTORS:

How do you become a contributor? Mainly, ask...and well, contribute something to the group. You will receive 'Contributor' status. Your art is still subject to approval by the admins, however.
Hello!

I am Operaghost -   Overseers new assistant to  help things run smoother inside the vault and outside of it.

To make good of the new found duties 1st thing I did was to contact  people behind Bethesda's  Fan Art Friday to let them know we have a lot of talented artists over here. And  this was their initial response :

"Ahhh! This is so so so wonderful thank you very much!! I do fanart features every Friday and I am always looking for new content to share and promote!

I'll bookmark that page and add that to my search rounds for art! If you ever see something pop up that you're like "Omg Devann HAS to see this." Pleeeeease feel free to message me at anytime! I am always looking for art.

Looking at it now I feel like a kid in candy land! Thanks again for sharing!"

So hopefully knowing that your work maybe seen by Bethesda employees or featured at Bethesda's official social media gives some smiles to the day and a lot of good vibes!  

Also, when there are any other worries inside our little club do not hesitate to ask and contact !


Have a nice day and remember “Revolutionizing safety for an uncertain future.” - Vault-Tec always at your service!
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dacringeyfangirl Featured By Owner Oct 25, 2020  Hobbyist General Artist
How can I join?? 👉🏼👈🏼
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Kakarot2002 Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2020
I was wondering if i could get a drawing for a story of mine done. Nothing fancy, i just need a drawing of my Main character done.
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EndeRaptoR Featured By Owner Mar 29, 2020  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Is anthro (Fallout New Vegas theme) acceptable here?
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operaghost Featured By Owner Apr 24, 2020  Professional
If it is Fallout, it is Fallout ;) No matter in what twist!
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Bayvey Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2020
Img 20200112 133637 by Bayvey  Hi, I am making leather accessories.
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Stephen-Fisher Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2019  Professional Digital Artist
Pre War pictures allowed?
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operaghost Featured By Owner Oct 12, 2019  Professional
Anything Fallout is welcome. Never enough Fallout fan art!
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Stephen-Fisher Featured By Owner Edited Oct 13, 2019  Professional Digital Artist
Okay so, Hold on.
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SilverStarApple Featured By Owner Jun 26, 2019  Professional Digital Artist
Fallout's bleeding into the real world!

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