tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10915812375457210372024-02-20T11:05:14.229-08:00Funk You: Insights into the Mind of a DouchebagBald Eagle Brennanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637320220618263071noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091581237545721037.post-49602518816072638912010-06-01T16:39:00.000-07:002010-06-01T17:23:22.669-07:00I owe you all a tennerHey RBR, remember a month or so ago when I wagered that I couldn't cry? I bet a tenner on it, made an entire post about it as well. Well, it looks like I owe you that tenner. Or maybe I don't, who the fuck even read that post? Who the fuck am I kidding? I have no fucking readers. I guess I'll just finish this post for the benfit of my sanity. What fucki- scooobly da do bopbop wheeee!<br /><br /><br />So, I just watched Serenity - the movie ending to the TV series Firefly. What? You've never heard of it? Wikipedia that motherfucker. ... Okay, you did? It sounds awesome doesn't it? Now go fucking watch it. I can wait.<br /><br />...<br /><br />...<br /><br />...<br /><br />...<br /><br />...<br /><br />...<br /><br />...<br /><br />Sp - Sp - Spoilers<br /><br />Right, so I just watched Serenity. It seems the film added a new rule that the show lacked. Anyone can die. Goddamn, did they add that rule. This is where the crying comes in. They killed two fucking awesome characters. Shepard Book, and Wash. These were both well characterised, realistic characters. These were people you could meet on the street, in real life. They both had little quirks and flaws, which helped make them so awesome. Wash was like a big kid, playing with dinosaurs in between jobs, cracking jokes to lighten the mood. He was also badass when needed, and generally fucking awesome.<br /><br /> Book was a badass preacher, who councilled the crew in times of need, provided a voice of reason for everyone and knew a shitload of shady stuff. While he wasn't one of my favourite characters, he was still a good character. Hell all the characters in that show were awesome. Seriously, if you're reading this and you haven't watched Firefly/Serenity then fucking watch it. It had the best characters, storylines, the best fucking everything.<br /><br /> A shout goes out to River, the badass psychic mentally unstable teenager. She seemingly sacrificed herself to rescue everyone else, and I choked up like a bitch. They couldn't have killed my favourite character could they? Well, no they didn't. She showed up againt a few minutes later, surrounded by the corpses of the bad guys. Fucking Badass.<br /><br />So yeah, if you actually read that post where I made that bet then tell me and I'll give you a tenner. It's money well lost I guess. It means I'm less of a robot and more of a human.Bald Eagle Brennanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637320220618263071noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091581237545721037.post-58985705471016635932010-05-16T14:16:00.000-07:002010-05-16T14:43:48.289-07:00Episode V: Brain strikes backLady and Gentleman, it seems I have scared penis off. That last blog post must have upset him, as now Brain has returned. With a vengeance. Guess who he brought with him? That's right, REDACTED.<br /><br /> At least Brain brought her back with a reason though. Guess what guys? Brain has deduced that she doesn't hate me. Isn't that cool? Huh, isn't it? Haha, you said it. Nobody cares bro. Brain, you can drop her. Just because you think she doesn't hate me, doesn't mean I care. You can stop making me think about her, you can stop looking for her name on FB chat and you can focus on something more important. If you keep thinking about her, I'll keep writing about her and people will put the pieces together and be like 'OH ZOMG YOU LIEK REDACTED LOLOLOLOLOLOL'. Or they'll be like 'OH ZOMG WHY YOU HATE HER SHE AWESOME LOLOLOL'. Either way, I'd be in for a wave of annoyance. Kidneys life is depending on you shutting the fuck up Brain.<br /><br /> Maybe I'm underestimating you RBR, maybe you already know who REDACTED is. Maybe you sitting there, reading this and laughing. 'Hah' you say. 'That miserable loser thinks he's being secretive when I know who he is on about. Hah. Hahah.'. If that were indeed the case, then I guess I would be a sad miserable loser. Blogging about some anonymous girl, who isn't that anonymous. RBR, can you stop being so smart? You're making me sad < / 3Bald Eagle Brennanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637320220618263071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091581237545721037.post-4292846008007461182010-05-12T11:47:00.000-07:002010-05-12T12:00:00.520-07:00Dick for BrainsTitle says it all folks, my mind has gone on vacation and my Penis has taken up residence. This kind of blows. I mean, sure, Brain was a twat. He almost got kidney killed, almost made me think I liked a girl I didn't and was generally a fuckwit. He was still cooler than Penis, which isn't hard.<br /><br /> Seriously bro, why do you have to invade my mind? Just because Brain has buggered off, doesn't mean you can waltz in and go 'Herp derp, Any girls there? No, I dont care then'. I get it though, you haven't got any in ... well ever I guess. That does suck, and I feel for you bro but you don't need to make scoring my main ambition. I mean, what was the first thing you did when you checked the guest list for that party in a couple of weeks? C'mon fess up. Fine, I'll tell them. You checked how many girls were going. You tosser.<br /><br />I want Brain back, I don't care if i end up obsessing over REDACTED again. It's better than going 'DERP VAGINA' everytime there's even the slightest chance. Penis, go fuck yourself. Brain was a better mind. You're just a tosser.Bald Eagle Brennanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637320220618263071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091581237545721037.post-76938046630516108302010-05-01T09:02:00.000-07:002010-05-01T09:25:41.535-07:00You are not as important as you think you areYou are not as important as you think you are<br />You are not as cool as you think you are<br />You are not as handsome as you think you are<br />You are not liked as much as you think you are<br />You are not hated as much as you think you are<br /><br /><br />Man up, quit bitching and kick life in the balls.Bald Eagle Brennanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637320220618263071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091581237545721037.post-26815891151462217822010-03-08T14:59:00.000-08:002010-03-08T15:28:57.542-08:00Sympathy and EmpathyNow those two words up there are unknown to me. I know you guys know them. Them are fancy words that you nice folk'll run into a whole lot. What with your fancy pants feelings and whatnot. Now me, I dun know what they ---<br /><br />Alright, fuck the texan accent. Let's be serious here. I'm incapable of Empathy. Absolutely incapable. If you told me you mother had died, you were forced to live on the street and sell your body on the street for pocket change, my reply would be 'meh'. I just don't know how to. Whether it's poor social skills or just plain old douchebaggery, I just don't know how you feel. I think I'm past learning too. Can you even learn Empathy? I can see it now. A newspaper ad reads 'Are you a Dickhead? Take our Empathy course so we can teach you how others feel. Empa Co. , turning dicks into Pussies'.<br /><br /> Even though I just insulted pretty much everyone who cares for another human being, I would take that course. I would take that course all night, get it pregnant and then raise its children(Course Jr. and Coursina). I fucking hate not being able to empathise. It makes me feel like a dickhead (Yeah yeah, stop fucking laughing). I'd give my cat to be able to care about something or someone that is real.<br /><br />New Objective: Care about someone<br />(Optional): Cry.<br /><br />These are my objectives for the next few whenevers. I bet a tenner that it won't happen. You in?Bald Eagle Brennanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637320220618263071noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091581237545721037.post-80777280049329750222010-02-13T09:36:00.000-08:002010-02-13T10:35:53.177-08:00Actually enjoying college nowYou know what Blog Reader, I think it's time for a good old BAW post. I don't think I've done a proper one of these yet. I've definately done a FUU- post. You all loved that one, it seems. You'll probably hate this post, like the last. Not enough swearing, and everyone know's that there's nothing more hilarious than a cluster F-bomb. Anyway, onto the BAW:<br /><br />Something must be wrong with me. I am really enjoying college now. The previously unliked people in my class have grown to become actually pretty decent people. There company is pretty damn good. What the hell is wrong with me?<br /><br /> Riddle me this Blog Reader, what if there's nothing wrong with me? Wierd isn't it, how can I enjoy the company of jocks and morons? I'm gonna go and say I must have adapted. Adapt or die, it's in our genes. My subconcious must have decided that I must get along with these guys to save me going on some sort of school shooting. As much as it seems like a would enjoy that, I assure you I wouldn't.<br /><br /> Adaption sucks though, as it's had an annoying second effect. I'm wanting to go and meet new people and shit. I want to socialise. I want to go out with a few mates, hit on some girls then stumble home, not remembering what happened an hour before. This isn't me. I sit at home, swear a lot on hate people. I'm the least suitable person to go out, hit on girls and get drunk. I'm more suitable for getting drunk, starting a fight and waking up in Norfolk missing a kidney.<br /><br /> Kinda wish I would stop wanting to go and be normal, getting drunk and hitting on girls. It isn't me. Can I has rage back?Bald Eagle Brennanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637320220618263071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091581237545721037.post-66344381131698225962010-02-07T10:57:00.000-08:002010-02-07T11:20:10.375-08:00An actual good moodFew things before I get started. First of all, I updated the layout (as you can probably tell). Now it looks less like it was shit out of whale and more like it actually had some effort put into it. Second, I want you to drop me a message on your preffered medium of communication(Messenger Pigeon, Smoke signals, whatever you crazy bastards like) if you read (and enjoy) this blog. Moar readers = better content. Anyway, on to the ranting:<br /><br /><br /> You know what? I'm in a good mood. No, that isn't sarcasm. No, I'm not being ironic. Since I started Fuuu-ing at this blog I've been less of a rage-tastic dickbag. Only barely less, but less nontheless(HURR HURR). So as a result, this post is gonna be lacking in comedy value. And yes, I can hear you leaving. It's alright, go. I'll just talk to myself. Which I pretty much have been doing anyway, ba dum tish.<br /><br /> I think my brain did get the message, Redacted has been out of my mind recently. I haven't had a dream about her, she hasn't crossed my mind significantly. S'been pretty good. I'm not holding my breath though, I'm expecting a nut shot pretty damn soon. That grey bastard does hate me. Anyway, that leaves me with little else to talk about. As much as I hate her, Redacted provides some pretty good ranting material. Hey, Bitches are easy to complain about. Funny as well. If she were a nice chick and I did indeed like her it would be nowhere near as entertaining and five times more depressing.<br /><br /> As shit as this post has been, I think this will have to be it. I have nothing to talk about. At all. I'll be back to bitching and moaning about benign little things come Monday or Tuesday. I can guarrantee Redacted and Brain will conspire to piss me off by then. Later.Bald Eagle Brennanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637320220618263071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091581237545721037.post-63506150085144798862010-02-04T12:52:00.000-08:002010-02-04T13:22:28.242-08:00Dreams fucking suckYou know the drill, I'm gonna bitch and moan again. I'm early this time as well, I didn't think I'd need to vent my rage so soon. Reasons enclosed:<br /><br /><br /> Okay Brain, what the fuck? I thought you got it last time. I thought we'd come to some sort of an understanding. I thought we could be friends. just like the old days, when we would team up and turn dull plastic toys into magical beings of wonderment. What happended to those days? Why aren't we friends? WHY DONT YOU LOVE ME < / 3<br /><br /> <!--3?<br--> Seriously though, what the hell was up last night? That was uncalled for. It was like pushing an elderly nun who has cancer down the stairs. I think we're all cool, all pals again. I think I'm gonna have a cool dream, like fighting Hitler and Bin Laden with Teddy MF Roosevelt at my back. Something epic. Totally unrelated to HER. But what do you do? Give me the best, most realistic, fucking brilliant dream ever. No need to double-take. Yeah, it was a fantastic dream. I am bitching about a brilliant dream.<br /><br /><br /> A brilliant dream about HER. Seriously, fuck you. You're a lump of squishy gray shit. Fucking bacstabbing cunt. Why give me the most perfect dream ever about her? You know she doesn't like me. Why punish me? Why torment me? 'Hey Bren, this is what being with X would be like!' Do you enjoy doing this? Are you trying to crush what little enjoyment I get out of life? It's fucking working as well. I had to fucking socialise in college to cheer myself up from that. Even worse than that is you're making me think I like her. You just dont fucking quit. It's like you've shot out my kneecaps so I can't flee and you're slowly peeling off my skin just to hear me scream in pain. Falling for her is number two on the things I seriously don't want to do right now. One being go to college tomorrow.<br /><br /><br />Brain, I swear to God if I fall for her I will flip the shit fuck out. They'll be hell to pay. I might even fucking kill a guy. Or just drink myself into a coma. Either works. Fucking douchebag. I want her the fuck out of my head, got that? Good, cos if you don't get rid of her I will flip the shit fuck out. Eat a dick you grey piece of solidified failure.Bald Eagle Brennanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637320220618263071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091581237545721037.post-6728824001365832562010-02-02T13:44:00.000-08:002010-02-02T14:00:42.160-08:00Fuck You BrainS'been a while since I updated this, though not like anyone gives a shit. I mean really, who the fuck even reads this anymore? It's like I'm writing for myself. I think I'm just gonna bust a nut out of rage for the shit of it really. Use this as a place to vent my anger and sadness(which is just more anger). So yeah:<br /><br /><br /> Fuck you Brain, you piece of shit. Why do you hate me so much? It's not like I've done anything to you. Why the fuck do you plague my mind so much? Yeah, I get it, I talked to a girl. Doesn't mean you have to make her occupy my mind for the next week. What the fuck is up with that? I'm sure you have better things than to piss me off even further. I don't even like any of these girls? What are you trying to accomplish? Trying to make me like them? That won't fucking work. I'll just end up hating them. It's a fucking proven fact, and you of all organs should know. More I think, the more I hate. God Brain, grow a fucking brain. Fucking moron. Why the fuck did you have to pick her as well? She fucking doesn't like me. Unless you think that the dislike is just a cover for her true feelings. In which case, I think Penis is smarter than you. Fucking waste of cells. You'd think an organ tailored for thinking would at least be good at it. Instead, no you must plague my mind with a girl who I don't like and doesn't like me. I bet you get some kind of sick enjoyment out of it, you enjoy seeing me recoil in rage as I try to rid my head of her. You just bring her back. And Back. And Back, ad nauseum. Seriously Brain, I barely even like her and she seriously doesn't like me. Fucking end of her. I want her to stay out of my head. And don't think this is some greenlight to bring a fucking 'nother girl into there. If you do, I'll probably kill us both. Then what will kidney do? His blood will be on your hands. Yeah, you better think that over you useless piece of shit. Swear to God you piss me off, fucking twat.Bald Eagle Brennanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637320220618263071noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091581237545721037.post-45452108763471208482009-12-21T13:01:00.000-08:002009-12-21T13:24:28.398-08:00On Social Suicide<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"</span>Right now<br />Well it's finally time to face my fears<br />Gonna get the hell out of here<br />And create a fresher atmosphere<br />But the consequence is clear"<br /> Social Suicide - Bad Religion<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Social Suicide is something I seem to commit often. I guess I do it out of boredom. I seem to get bored with people, then take my excess anger out on them. Or I just grab the idiot ball and say something I shouldn't have. No matter what causes it, it happens. A lot. The only time I regret it is when it's accidental.<br /><br /> Most of the time, it's done on purpose. Sometime I just get bored with people, and want a break from them. Let's face it though, some people are really really annoying. You just want a break from their incessant whiny voice or childish antics. I mean, you've probably done it before. I doubt you can honestly tell me that you've never told an annoying person to Eff off because they won't leave you alone. Come on, don't deny it. There, glad you admitted it. While I don't directly tell them to eff off, I do commit social suicide with them. If it gets rid of an annoying person, then fuck it. Job well done. It just sucks when someone gets caught in the crossfire and thinks less of you because of it. Even worse so when they're a potential new friend.<br /><br /> I don't even know where I'm going with this. I've kind of just strung some bullshit together and called it a post. Bottom line - I commit social suicide a lot and I rarely regret it. Later.<br /></div></div>Bald Eagle Brennanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637320220618263071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091581237545721037.post-79121530438233339672009-12-16T14:07:00.000-08:002009-12-16T14:39:57.563-08:00The Diary of Nicola Marié Evans - August 29th 2277August 29th, 2277:<br /><br />Dear Diary:<br /><br />Moriarty told me where to find my Daddy. He said that he went to the Galaxy News Radio building in the Chevy Chase district in the outskirts of D.C. I had a chat with Mr. Simms and Taro about D.C. and they say it's a warzone. They advised me to stay away until I got some better equipment and got better at shooting. I guess finding Daddy will have to wait, he should be fine without me. From what I've heard from the residents around here, Gee-Enn-Arr is a pretty safe place. Plus, Daddys pretty badass anyway so he should have got to there without any problem.<br /><br /> I'm doing some more work for Moira to help pay for the new equipment and extra supplies I'll need to the day or so long trip into D.C. She asked me to do two things; contract radiation sickness and travel to a place called 'Minefield'. These seem like pretty dangerous things, but Moira assured me that she would cure my radiation sickness as soon as I got back. She also taught me how to disarm mines. It's actually surprisingly easy, all you need to do is press the button in the center before it explodes. Given my perception and agility, I should find it nice and easy to get rid of those nasty murder tools. Moira said she'd give me a bonus if I brought her back a mine to study on.<br /><br />I'm off to go hunting for some food with Taro and Billy Creel. Taro was on about hunting some 'Mirelurk', they sound pretty tasty. Anyway, buh-bye. *click*Bald Eagle Brennanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637320220618263071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091581237545721037.post-2231028830049312802009-10-11T13:26:00.000-07:002009-10-11T13:45:46.599-07:00On DepressionSo we meet again Random Blog Reader, decided to stop by and read my, quite frankly, amazing Fallout Blogs? Well, it's tough luck for you I guess I'm not planning on updating it at the moment. Instead, I've decided I'll do a more social post about some shit thats been bothering me.<br /> So, RBR I'll admit it. Your god is depressed. Genuinely depressed. Now, I know that hearing this will probably send you spiralling into depression and maybe even suicide as well. I mean, how can someone as awesome and flawless as me get depressed? Well, it seems I'm TOO awesome and flawless. I've got nothing too look forward to, nothing special happenning. What's the point if I'm so good at everything? Trust me RBR, being orgasmically awesome gets boring.<br /> I'm pretty damn lonely, no girl seems to think she's up to my god-like level of awesome so they dont bother with me. Videogaming is becoming boring because I'm so good at it. I've got nothing to do at all. I've even started going to other colleges on my monday off to entertain others with my prescence. That's how fucking bored I am. If I could make myself any less awesome, maybe even normal I would. It might be fun not being the greatest person ever for a bit. I might even get me some girls then.<br /> I'm going to go look up some crazy voodoo magic, and see if I can't find me a way to make myself less feckin' epic. Later RBR.Bald Eagle Brennanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637320220618263071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091581237545721037.post-66523723611162236862009-09-24T14:34:00.000-07:002009-09-24T14:55:26.367-07:00The Diary of Nicola Marié Evans - August 28th 2277August 28th 2277:<br /><br />Dear Diary:<br /><br />Well, exploring the Super-Duper Mart was eventful. I ran into this japanese guy, Taro his name was. He saved my life a few times, he's one hell of a good shot. He tell's me hes descended from a long line of Japanese-American commando's. They're skills were passed down from father to son, and it seems these skill's managed to live through the nuclear holocaust aswell.<br /> The Super-duper mart was filled with raiders, I'm glad I ran into Taro outside. He handed me a spare assault rifle, and we ran through the raiders like a hot knife through butter. I got shot once, but it was nothing too painful. Taro taught me some medical tips, and the pain was gone straight away. I need to keep my eye out for bandages and stimpacks.<br /> I found the raiders stash of drugs and food, and piled it into my brahmin-skin bag. Taro said he'd hang with me for a while, he says he's bored of travelling by himself. I could use a hand in defending myself anyway, I didn't kill any of the raiders in the Super-Duper mart. I just wounded one, and Taro executed her. It was a little gruesome, but I guess she deserved it.<br /> When I got back to Megaton, Moira gave me a free suit of leather armour and some Morphine needles. The leather armour will help keep me from getting hurt and the morphine will keep me standing up when I <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">do</span> get hurt. Oh, I also found out what Cap's are. Cap's are the currency in the 'Capital Wasteland'. They're just bottlecaps from Nuka-Cola bottles. I found about 200 of them in the Super-Duper mart. I don;t know why the raiders had them though, if they just pillage places for their stuff. I'm going to pay that Moriarty fellow for info on where my Daddy has gotten to. Anyway, Nic out.Bald Eagle Brennanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637320220618263071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091581237545721037.post-86838540078221281592009-09-20T13:59:00.000-07:002009-09-20T14:28:17.049-07:00Bus GirlWow, random blog reader, I really didnt expect you to read one of these. 'One of what?' I hear you ask. Well, I'm rather ashamed to admit it but this post is about girls. Yes, you know, those things that are like boys but with different naughty bit's. Ah, yeah, now you get me. Like your mother, yes.<br /> Well I don't know if you know this, Random blog reader, but I'm not as charming and loveable as you'd think I was from all these blog posts. In reality, I'm a unconfident moron who's only charming in a cynical way(which isn't really appreciated by the ladies). Anyway, I'm going to tell you a story about 'Bus Girl'. I'd like to think of her as a symbol. A symbol, of how bad I am with girls.<br /> One with the story, eh? Well last wednesday, I got on the bus for college(as usual). It was really crowded so, naturally, I was immediately pissed off. So, I fumbled into my pocket for my iPod, and turned up the fantastic music that is Avenged Sevenfold. As I looked up, I saw Bus Girl. Now, you're probably thinking she's some drop-dead gorgeous girl or something. Well, she wasn't. She was modestly pretty. Something I quite like in a lass, really. Usually, modestly pretty girls usually lose points in the pretty department but put them into the personality one.<br /> You're also thinking I hit it off with her as well(which would be stupid, I already told you I'm shit with ladies). I didn't talk to her at all. I just kind of looked her occasionally, as I tend to do. It's a shame really, I've kind of lost my trail here. I guess, I'm done with this post? I have writer's block it seems. My genius has vanished for the night. Anyway, I pretty much told you this story anyway. Now, you may go weep because you're hero isn't all he cracked up to be. Fuck, I'm such an egomaniac. Fuck it, I'm done.Bald Eagle Brennanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637320220618263071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091581237545721037.post-1994305919790004702009-09-14T13:01:00.000-07:002009-09-14T13:13:08.500-07:00The Diary of -- Nah, i'm just fucking with youI'm a tad bored with all these FO Diary updates. I love writing them, but five in a row is pushing it a little. I reckon you all deserve a nice little rant y'know? Bit of me to brighten up your day? Pahaha, reading these things probably pisses you off. Anyway, down to business.<br /> You know what? I'm going to be clichéd for once, I'm going to bitch and moan about how shit college was. I went in today, to learn that my timetables been fucked with. Turns out, I dont have any lessons on a monday. I wish I'd been fucking told, it was a huge waste of a morning. My mum drove me up to the college, instead of sleeping. I spent a hour and forty five doing boring as shit admin stuff, like college rules. Then, I had to wait and hour and a half for a bus to show up thanks to that fucking bus strikes. Seriously, fuck bus drivers, I hate them.<br /> Right, let's try and get some positivity up in this motherfucker. I get mondays off, fucking three day weekend! least I've got something to bloody look forward to. Right, I'm all out of positivity. Back to being that cynical dickhead you all know and hate then? Fuck it, I'm all ranted out. LaterBald Eagle Brennanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637320220618263071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091581237545721037.post-36934915581445828312009-09-04T16:16:00.000-07:002009-09-04T16:33:06.288-07:00The Diary of Nicola Marié Evans - August 27th 2277August 27th 2277:<br /><br />Dear Diary:<br /><br /><br /> I'm finally over this little 'murder' thing. It took Mr. Simm's and Moira two days to convince me that Burke deserved it. Thinking about it, he did. He wanted to kill almost fifty people! That's crazy, these are good people. On the positive side, atleast I've got a good aim?<br /><br /> Mr Simm's said he owes me his life, so he gave me the keys to the house near the main gate. That's right, diary I know own my own house and I'm only 19! That's a pretty swell achievement dont you think? It's <span style="font-weight: bold;">such</span> a cool house. It has a bed ... with NO lice in it. I also have this cool butler, and a wierd Vault-Tec stand. I dont know what I'm meant to put on it, but I guess I'll keep my eye's peeled for any vault tec stuff.<br /><br /><br />I've decided to start doing some research for Moira as well, she's writing a book on surviving in the wasteland. It'd be helpful for me(I'll eventually have to leave this place) and any other travellers. Tomorrow morning I'll be checking out an old super-market just a little way east from the main gate. I'm meant to be looking for food and medicine. Anyway, it's time for my to go tinker with my rifle, keep my dexterity shart and all that. G'bye!Bald Eagle Brennanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637320220618263071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091581237545721037.post-44653497196673985352009-08-26T15:57:00.000-07:002009-08-26T16:32:59.624-07:00The Diary of Nicola Marié Evans - August 25nd 2277August 25th 2277:<br /><br /><br /> Dear Diary:<br /><br /><br /> So, I asked Mr. Simm's about my father. He said he remember's seeing a guy fitting the description of my daddy going up to Moriarty's Salloon the day before I showed up. I checked it immediately, to see if the salloon's owner knew where my Daddy went. It turns out, Mr. Moriarty had seen my father, and knew exactly where he was headed. Guess what else? He wouldnt tell my anything without a fee of 100 'caps'. I have no idea what caps are, so I'll have to remember to ask Mr. Simms what they are.<br /><br /><br /> I encountered two oddities in Moriartys salloon whilst I was there. The main one was a man who looked like, for lack of a better term, a corpse. After my conversation with Mr. Moriarty, I decided to have a chat with this corpse look-a-like. Turns out, his name was Gob and he was a 'Ghoul'. Ghouls are what humans become if they get too irradiated. They start losing their hair and bits of skin. Despite how scary they look, Ghouls dont seem to bad. one thing in particular I liked about Gob was that he kept calling me smoothskin. It's a charming term, makes me smile inside.<br /><br />The other oddity was one 'Mister Burke'. He beckoned me over, and spoke in such a eloquent yet disturbing way. He didnt dilly-dally long, he pretty much got straight to the point. He wanted me to blow up Megaton. I had to stop myself from breaking into tears. What Burke asked was horrible. To destroy all these innocent people and such a fine example of a post-apocalytic town is montrous. I promptly slapped Burke, and left. I told Mr. Simm's what Mister Burke asked of me, and he immediatley drew his assault rifle. I decided I'd follow him to Moriarty's. Mr. Simm's tried to arrest Mister Burke, but Burke reached for his pistol. Being naturally perceptive, I saw this and grabbed my hunting rifle.<br /><br /><br /> Diary, I killed him. I shot Burke square in the forehead. I feel sick to my stomach just thinking about it. All that blood, it ... it was disgusting. *sobbing noises* I .. I ran straight back to the common house and buried my head in the first empty bed I could find. I need some sleep diary, I'll tell you more tomorrow. B - *sniff* Bye.Bald Eagle Brennanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637320220618263071noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091581237545721037.post-41601251121040063132009-08-26T15:28:00.000-07:002009-08-26T15:43:36.159-07:00The Diary of Nicola Marié Evans - August 24nd 2277August 24th 2277:<br /><br /> Dear Diary:<br /><br /><br /> So, over the past few days I've become quite the valuable member of society. I got some praise from the town by fixing up the pipes that supplied the town with water. Moira and Walter deserved that praise though, I mean they helped me a whole bunch. Walter told me where the leaks were and Moira gave me the know how to fixed them up. A hammer, a few nails and a piece or two of scrap metal can go a long way it seems.<br /><br /> I've been chatting with Moira about disarming that nasty nuke in the town center. She has the know-how, but doesn't want to upset the 'Church of The Children of Atom'. Oh yeah, I musn't have mentioned them yet. There a 'cult' of sorts that worship the Atomic Bomb. I don't know why the worship it, I don't really leave the common house much. I might pop round to their church sometime, and hear what they have to say. It might prove to be interesting.<br /><br /><br /> I also need to remember to ask Mr. Siim's of he's seen anything of my father. I need to start looking for him as soon as I can. I'm almost ready to defend myself, I've become quite proficient with my 32. caliber hunting rifle and I've got a good aim with grenades. Oh darnit, I've just remembered I'm late for my shooting lesson. Gotta jet, later!Bald Eagle Brennanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637320220618263071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091581237545721037.post-43515556114737259852009-08-17T14:57:00.000-07:002009-08-17T15:16:19.497-07:00The Diary of Nicola Marié Evans - August 22nd 2277August 22nd, 2277:<br /><br />Dear Diary:<br /><br /> My stomach wound finally healed up. It's still a little sore, but Doc. Church has put me on med-x to numb the pain. It makes me feel a little nauseous, but that's better than me feeling a lot of pain, right? Anyway, enough about me and my poor tolerance to pain.<br /><br /> Mr. Simm's took my shooting today, and even gave me my own rifle. (Between you and me, it's a crappy rifle. I mean, it's being held together by duct tape). It's a standard bolt action rifle, chambered for 23. caliber or something. I don't really care about that. I wasn't very good at first, but eventually I managed to hit a <span style="font-style: italic;">few</span> of the targets. Mr. Simm's tells me I'll get better with time.<br /><br /> I also met a nice lady called <span style="font-weight: bold;">Moira Brown</span>. She run's a shop called 'Craterside supply', near the old atomic bomb in the town centre. She taught me a few skills as a little 'welcome gift'. She gave me some pointers on repairing my rifle and also taught me a little about explosives. Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking. 'I'm only gonna blow myself up'. I just think setting up some mines and having some grenades handy would come in useful.<br /><br /><br /> Anyway, that's all for today. I have to go help a guy called Walter with the water purification system. Should be real fun. Buh-bye.Bald Eagle Brennanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637320220618263071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091581237545721037.post-17541235003391613302009-08-01T11:11:00.000-07:002009-08-01T11:29:42.319-07:00Brens Social Stories: My first genuinely shit social experienceSo, you guy's know about socialising don't you? Y'know, going outside with your friends, probably having some beers, hitting on some chicks, that kind of stuff? Well, I had my first genuinely shit Friday Night out. Be warned, this is probably going be rage-tacular.<br /><br /> First of all, we went to Aldi. I don't know why, but Aldi felt shit compared to the park. Hanging out on a Car Park isn't as good as chilling out at a park. Plus, we usually get removed from Aldi by the Police. That pisses me off. What's the point in going somewhere we are going to get removed from? it seem's pointless(However, I don't blame the police for moving us away from Aldi).<br /><br /> I eventually managed to persuade a few people to come along to the park. However, too many people came along. If you're reading this, then you should already know that I really don't like people. Groups of too many in one place tend to annoy me. I was expecting maybe six people to go along with us? Ended up with 10, maybe more. That's too many people for me. Possibly the worst part as well, was the lack of single girls. Now, don't get me wrong I wasn't planning to get off or anything last night. I just enjoy talking to girl's. Not so much with girl's who are in relationships though. Anyway, I'm getting into the 'Awkward to Explain' territory. Moving on.<br /><br /><br />The Park had too many fucking people there. Last week, was great. The Cop's came down and got rid of all the drunks and all the Chav's who had alcohol bailed. That left very few people, maybe 10 on the entire park. Fucking paradise. It ended up being Me, Matty, Mel and Shaun chilling at the roundabout. I enjoyed, nothing like chilling with an old friend and some new friends with a can of Stella in your hand, eh? Anyway, this time we were all in one spot. I can't really be arsed telling you everyone that was there. But there was too many. A few of them weren't even my friends. So they were like wasted 'slots' in the night, if you will. Hopefull, my next social experience will be much better.<br /><br /><br /> This was episode one of 'Bren's Social Stories', I've been your host Bren. I hope I've offended you with this :DBald Eagle Brennanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637320220618263071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091581237545721037.post-15339900713032182972009-08-01T10:45:00.000-07:002009-08-01T11:11:24.515-07:00The Diary of Nicola Marié Evans - August 19th, 2277August 19th, 2277:<br /><br /><br />Dear Diary:<br /><br /> I found out what happened. After leaving the Vault, I was attacked by a Yo-Gi. No, no that's not right. It was a Yo-guy? No, it was a <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Yao-Guia</span>. It's basically a mutated black bear. Mr. Simm's said it attacked me, but the town sniper Stockholm managed to kill it before it killed me. Then, Mr. Simm's brought me back to Doc. Church's clinic. Oh, sorry I'm getting ahead of myself. It turns out, the world isn't as bad as The Overseer made it out to be. It <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> bad, just not <span style="font-style: italic;">as</span> bad as he said. Anyway, there's a town called 'Megaton' just a little way infront of Vault 101. I havent seen any of it yet, bar this clinic of course, but it's made entirely of scrap metal that was found in the surrounding areas. Doc. Church says I can't leave for a few more days. By then, my stomach wound should have healed up. It doesn't hurt that much anymore, but I better follow the Doc's orders to be on the safe side.<br /><br /> Mr. Simm's said he's gonna teach me to shoot. He say's shooting a valuable skill in the 'Capital Wasteland'. He say's it's 'Kill or be Killed'. I'm not too comfortable about killing another human being, but I think I'd be fine in killing a couple of those Yao Guia's, haha. I think I better get some rest, the Doc doesn't like me recording these diaries. He say's they 'break his concentration'. Anyway, later.Bald Eagle Brennanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637320220618263071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091581237545721037.post-76929635238785384412009-07-29T13:15:00.000-07:002009-07-29T13:20:32.116-07:00The Diary of Nicola Marié Evans - August 18th, 2277<span id="intelliTXT"><div class="spoiler visible"><p>August 18, 2277:</p> <p>Dear Diary:</p> <p>God, I dont .. I dont even know where to start. My Daddy, he left the Vault. He left early yesterday morning, just walked right out of the front door, so to speak. He left me in the vault because he wanted the best for me, because I was safe here. Yeah right! When the Overseer heard that Daddy left, he came hunting after me. I was lucky Amata found me first, she told me all this and helped me escape. On my escape, I helped Butch. Yeah, I know what you're thinking, he's and Asshole, why did I help him? Well, his Mom was being attacked by Radroaches and me being the nice girl I am helped her out. The roaches were no problem for my trusty BB gun. Butch gave me his jacket, as thanks for helping him out. He said I was an 'honourary Tunnel Snake'. A bit stupid if you ask me but whatever.</p> <p> I uh ... I found Jonas dead outside the overseer office. I cant believe it, who would kill him? I broke down into tears when I found him. Took me a good few minutes to even think about leaving. Joans was such a good friend, I cant believe he's gone. He was such a nice man, always ready to help those who needed it. I found a holotape in his lab coat pocket. It explained why my Daddy left, to protect me. My Daddy will make the Overseer pay for what he's done when I find him. I promise Jonas that. I hacked the Overseers computer, and opened the secret tunnel Anata told me about.</p> <p> Amata was waiting for me at the exit, she hugged me goodbye and wished me luck. I miss her already, and Ive only been gone a day. I headed straight for the old exit, and the giant vault Door closed behind me. I dont remember much that had happened after this, I opened the wooden gate into the outside and then its all fuzzy. Im recording this from a rusty shack, there's a bandage around my stomach and it hurts like hell. I hope someone shows up soon, I have a lot of questions to ask. Nic out.<br /></p></div></span>Bald Eagle Brennanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637320220618263071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091581237545721037.post-58638286795145277412009-07-29T13:12:00.000-07:002009-07-29T13:14:46.089-07:00The Diary of Nicola Marié Evans - August 3rd, 2274<p>August 3, 2274:</p> <p>Dear Diary,</p> <p>Today was pretty eventful. In both ways. Butch's bullying is getting out of hand, on my way to class I saw him teasing Amata. I stepped in and caused a dispute between him and Wally mack. It was <em>pretty</em> funny, Butch got told bad. It serves him right for being such as jerk. I dont think they'll be bothering Amata anymore, after this little <em>rebellion</em>. Daddy did always say I had a way with words, just like my Mother. I wish I could have met her, Daddy tells me such great stories about her. Anyway, I'm getting off the point. I took my GOAT today, the <strong>Generalised Occupational Aptitude Test</strong>.</p> <p> Daddy made out like it was a big deal, but it was just an easy multiple choice quiz, all the answers were easy. I didnt get question 10 though, it seemed like a trick question. I mean, the answers were all the same what could it have meant? I just guessed and chose D - The Overseer, I think it was the right one. When I turned the test in to Mr. Brotch, he said I was going to be a Marriage Councilor. You hear that? Im going to help peoples marriages, just like I've always wanted. Well not exactly, but I <em>have</em> always wanted to help people so this is a pretty good start right?</p> <p> I told Daddy and he was proud, although he'd hoped I would have been a Daddys Girl and became a <s>Pyhsician</s> <s>Psyhician</s> <strong>Physician</strong>(Man, I cant spell today) like he is. Guess you cant have everything right? Heheh. Im off to go start this book report on 'The Big Book Of Science'. Bye-Bye</p>Bald Eagle Brennanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637320220618263071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091581237545721037.post-52711590029655305662009-07-29T13:08:00.000-07:002009-07-29T13:12:09.551-07:00The Diary of Nicola Marié Evans - July 13th 2268July 13, 2268:<br /><br />Dear Diary,<br /><br />I had my tenth birthday party today, it was so fun! I got <span style="font-style: italic;">loads</span> of cool gifts. Stanley gave me the <span style="font-style: italic;">coolest</span> baseball cap, and it was my favorite colour, Red! Amata gave me an issue of Grognak The Barbarian, with <span style="font-weight: bold;">no</span> missing pages! Can you believe that? She is the coolest friend I could ask for. I just finished reading it, and it may sound silly but I could <span style="font-style: italic;">feel</span> the barbarian inside of me growing stronger. Oh, I almost forgot Dad gave me a BB gun! How cool is that? And check this out, I killed a Radroach! A Radroach! It was <span style="font-weight: bold;">awesome</span>! But, it wasn't all great. Butch tried to beat me up because he wanted my sweetroll, what a jerk, am I right? Also, The overseer gave me this Pipboy. I hate it, it itches and it's heavy. I also start work tomorrow, it doesnt sound very fun but I'll hope for the best. Bye for now.Bald Eagle Brennanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637320220618263071noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091581237545721037.post-24982278917731161182009-07-27T12:13:00.000-07:002009-07-27T12:36:39.390-07:00A reflection on today, and a word(or several actually) about the upcoming diaries.So, another day has gone by when I have done bugger all. I'm starting to get quite bored of these days where I just sit around and game all day. Well, I actually went out for a little bit. Only to Ashton Park with Rob and Tom, but that only killed an hour of the day. I also realised I need to start going to the gym again. Need more upper body strength. I'm thinking I'm going to go tomorrow, because I'll really bloody need it then.<br /> That's right, random blog reader, I'm doing something sociable tomorrow. Me and a few others are gonna go to Taybarns and eat our weight in food. Hopefully, going the gym tomorrow night will counterract this act of greed. I realy need to go to the gym mor<br /> I think I better get to the gaming side of things? I mean, I imagine you're only here to here to listen to me talk about games. Well, the first few 'Fallout Diaries' are going up in the next day or two. I say first few, because it'll take a few to 'hook you in'. The first few will give you a feel of how the character starts out. Which is pretty important, as she'll change quite a bit throught the entries. I'm naming the Fallout Diaries 'The Diary of Nicola Marié Evans' as that's the name of my fallout character. it wont be a word-for-word reiteration of everything that happens in Fallout, it'll have it's own little twists and vignettes.<br /> The Oblivion Diaries will start up a day or two after the Fallout ones. They'll be different in narrative style to the Fallout Diaries, as they'd be set in different worlds/time periods etc. The Oblivion character won't be anything like Nicola really. Hell, I haven't even decided anything about this character yet. So yeah, show's you how good I am at preperations eh? Like I said in my last post, watch this space. You'll have an episode of 'Brennans Social Stories' tomorrow(Working title, give me a break). So I guess you lot can pay attention to that, and it'll stave off your hunger for more of my brilliant writing. Brennan out.Bald Eagle Brennanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637320220618263071noreply@blogger.com0