The Lone Wanderer's Last Act.

yeah, but at that point he's like level 50 and has to unload the entire magazine into his skull just to break the skin.

>Nukes Megaton
>Slaughters everyone in Rivet City
>Bombarded the Citadel until it is ruins
I feel a that point emotions would be long gone.

In my mind, the Lone Wanderer left the Capitol Wasteland and started a new life as a courier.

I miss playing that game

Hey he must be like level one then. If that was my Lone Wanderer he'd take like 200 shots in the head from a 10mm pistol to kill him...

Then he just reloads his last save and stops being such a bitch

Fuck that, I imagine my guy just wondering (a lone of course) from one place to another, helping out those he comes in contact with, eventually becoming a legend, then passing to a myth.

Well........damn.


On the other hand, that was nicely written.

Amata is dead in my game.

If this ain't a fanfic, someone make it now.

I dont want to feel this feel

He just couldn't feel it any longer.

the way i always pictured my lone wanderer dying would be like this.

he'd have been maybe between the ages of 24 and 34, sitting atop the washington monument staring out over the wastes, sitting down and watching the sun go down.

he'd flash back to all that he had done in DC. from helping werhner, to the aliens, to destroying the enclave, to bringing pure water to those who couldn't get it, to point look out, and just everything he had done.

he'd stand, leave, and return to the hillside with the door that lead to Vault 101, and stare at a very new wooden cross labeled "dog meat"
he'd fall to his knees and cry, and sob, for a straight hour. and maybe mutter something along the lines of "you may have lost your master... but i have lost my best friend..."

upon leaving he'd go to megaton and drown his sorrows in alcohol for a good solid month, where he would hear from some scavengers about how dangerous new york city was. only it wasn't NYC. it was called "the rotten apple"

from there he decided to grab his biggest guns and his most powerful armor, and walk alone to the rotten apple, a city filled with tribal gangs in a constant feud over land marks.

he would rush in, not siding with any gang, but instead shooting at anything that moved.

eventually he would be so lost in his massacre, he wouldn't notice the frag mine beneath him, and he would be sent flying, lose his gun, and fracture his leg bones.

a tribal with war-paint and raider armor would loom over him for a moment with a pain in his eyes much like the pain in the eyes of the lone wanderer. the tribal would slowly lift his gun and point it at the lone wanderers head, and spoke a tribal phrase that would translate to "i forgive you."

and then the wanderer would be executed. the tribal would lower his gun, turn towards the city and see the body piles, shake his head, and walk down the city streets, opposite a setting sun.

"You know... These past three weeks have been very... Odd. I just wanted to go about my life as a pip-boy repair technician, simple life, but no! I just haaaad to go and look for my dad. And now... Now I am leading a giant robot and a handful of specially-trained soldiers to take down the remaining portion of the US government..."
*The boy sighs.*
"I have disarmed a live atomic bomb, killed hundreds of raiders, single-handily brought down the largest slaver encampment in the Wasteland, cleared out a infestation of giant fire-breathing ants, been abducted by a race of space-traveling aliens, proceeded to blow up the interior of a ship owned by said aliens, found my dad, run through a vault of super-mutants, get captured by the Enclave, blow up the Enclave... And now... I am going to be saving the single piece of technology that will bring this wasteland back from the brink of death..."
*He looks around to his companions.*
"And did it ever once occur to any of you that I AM A EIGHTEEN-YEAR-OLD!? FUCK! COME ON! I SHOULD BE WORRYING ABOUT GETTING A PIECE OF ASS RIGHT NOW! I'm still a virgin... I only helped save the entire freaking wasteland, why wouldn't I be? I mean come on! Back in the vault, I was this close to getting lucky with Ama-"
*He looks around and realizes the giant robot has gone off without him.*
"... Yep... I should have stayed in the vault..."

My feely senses are tingling.