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analogbreakdown · 2 months

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Harold and the Master are literally parallels.

They both knew each other

They both were affected by the same FEV at Mariposa

They both spread something; Harold is life, Master is death

They're both plural; Harold has Bob and the trees he can see through, the Master has the creatures and humans he has absorbed.

They both became immobile due to the exposure to FEV

They both are worshipped as gods; Harold by the Treeminders, the Master by the Children of the Cathedral

#fallout #fallout series #fallout 2 #fallout 3 #fallout 1 #harold fallout #harold tree #treeminders #fev #super mutant #fo1 #fo2 #fo3 #fnv #fallout new vegas #children of the cathedral

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thefalloutwiki · 9 months

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Fallout 3: Treeminders (Harold Cultists)

Pictured: Concept art by Adam Adamowicz for the outfits of the “Harold Cultists,” which evolved into the Treeminders at Oasis.

The second outfit and aspects of the first outfit made it into Fallout 3.

These outfit designs were later revisited in Fallout 76 for the Cultist Neophyte, Adept and Elder outfits, as part of the Night of the Moth update. You can read about the Treeminders here:

https://fallout.wiki/wiki/Treeminders

#fallout wiki #independent fallout wiki #fallout 3 #fallout 76 #fallout concept art #fallout mothman #fo3 #fo76 #fallout harold #treeminders #concept art #fallout #fallout series #cultists

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ecoamerica · 17 days

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freshdragonheart · 8 months

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calder · 3 days

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ok i haven’t played 76 yet but. what the hell is up with the interloper. like what is that thing

you came to the right place. it can only be understood forensically and that takes actual invesetment. the rest of the internet will tell you all about how it is epic cthulhu and it is epic cthulhu and it is epic cthulhu and lovey craft reddit ctuhlhu eldy ritch top 10 unsolved gamer mystery cthulhu

the Mothman cult were a pre-War group. when the bombs fell, they took shelter in a mine previously commandeered by an unknown group, probably the Blackhall cult from Point Lookout. Some left the mine early in disgust.

The rest followed the "First Priestess of the Wood" in her spiritual practices as she performed a number of miracles in the mine. One of these miracles was transforming someone--probably Jeff Lane--into a wooden human creature. Not unlike Harold. The cultists proceeded to care for and worship the wooden humanoid, even as it lost all ability to move or speak.

Deep within an unrelated cave, a single similar wooden humanoid has been created, apparently through some kind of brutal human sacrifice--though there is no actual cultist paraphernalia around, emphasizing that this phenomenon never had anything to do with mothman

The corrupted cultists still aspire to become "Children of the Wood" themselves. They would later be spotted in the robes of Treeminders from Fallout 3, emphasizing their connection to Harold.

n_n thanks for asking hope this helps

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arcturite · 10 months

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Treeminder

#The Elder Scrolls #tes #eso #argonian #Mere-Sa

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danses-with-dogmeat · 6 months

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Day 22 -- Harold/Bob

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober 2023, Day 22 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Exhibitionism with Harold/Bob x F!Reader

I...

This... This needed to be like 5k words longer but I didn't have time for that so here's a snippet of a much larger idea than was meant for kinktober

Anyway though, Harold is a lovely, lovely man who made me feel so many sad things when I played FO3 as a kid. Ugh, he's SUCH a great character. Aaaaand... kinda challenging to write for, idea-wise 😅 ngl, but hopefully y'all love this one!

Maybe when I have spare time one day (😂😭) I'll return and add some more to this!

Here is the link to my Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Exhibitionism (kinda sorta), kissing, confessions, fantasies, forbidden love, trees, wood, um... dry humping, self actualization. TW for suicidal thoughts!

Words: 3.8k

*note: Lone and Branchtender Cypress are the same person*

The newest branchtender had never been shy.

Once you became privy to the freedoms that such a place as this could offer you, when you saw the green, when you met the one… Harold, his brilliance, his sacrifice, when you saw the legacy he would leave in his wake… How could you ever have left?

You weren't coy about your feelings of appreciation for the Oasis deity, nor your want to help, and you certainly didn't shy away from ruffling some feathers, as it were.

It was among the many numerous things that he truly appreciated about you in return.

Harold’s eyes couldn’t shift too far from their allotted position, nestled frustratingly in Bob’s trunk as they were, but you always managed to make him wish– more zealously than usual– that he could move of his own accord. That he could… maybe, just sort of… touch you?

Yes, he’d like that very much.

It’d been years since Harold felt another person, since someone reached out to touch him in earnest. Even Bob hadn’t felt the prod of a hand recently, since the rules had changed, since the people had caught wind of Harold's more recent… thoughts.

Maybe I wouldn’t want to be gone if there were more who treated me like you do.

Like a person.

He remembered distinctly the first time the two of you met, when you’d told him why you wanted to become a branchtender, when you had to convince him to let you into Oasis permanently. It hadn’t taken much, no, because when you reached out and shook his branch like it was his hand, when you looked him in the eye and smiled your broad smile, it brought back memories of genuine personhood that he hadn't felt since... what, a hundred years or so ago? Even when your touch lingered for a moment, even when Tree Father Birch had told you not to, when Harold knew how the others feared to touch him, that they might hinder his spread, or expand it– depending on who you asked-- even through all of that uncertainty, you'd only pulled away when Harold had said it was alright.

You held no such notions as the others, no such fear, apparently. Especially not now.

Harold knew you weren’t popular among the Treeminders, the Branchtenders, even the Bloomseer wished not to permit you in Harold’s grove. But he favored you, that much was clear to everyone in Oasis.

“I can speak to the others…” You told him, sitting on the root structure that was once his arm, gazing upon his face without flinching.

You never flinched away from his visage, nor did you altogether refuse to look upon his face, as a few of the Oasis-goers had decided was respectful.

To him it was… How could it not be dehumanizing?

“Maybe get them to lighten up. To see you like I do, Harold. Then you wouldn’t be alone in here so often, maybe they could even… I don’t know, touch you? L-like I did that first time, you know?”

Harold hummed, his eyes downcast.

“I have you.” He said, quietly. Undecided if he wanted to say it aloud at all, but sometimes Bob shoved the thoughts right out so they wouldn't take up space.

At least, he thought it was Bob doing that.

“Yes.” You said, and your hand rubbed over a knot in his bark– Bob’s bark. “But am I enough? I can’t… Harold, I can’t be all that’s making you want to, well, you know… Stay here.”

“But you are. Now.”

He saw your lip give a small tremble, before you hid it with a grin. Your eyes though… they still held that sadness.

“That’s sweet, but it's not healthy, Harold. There needs to be more.”

He made a pouty sound at that.

Says who?

It was nice to have even one thing to stick around here for. Couldn’t you see that? That you already did the impossible?

“I want to know something.” Your soft voice prompted him, just as one small hand reached to brush over the bark that was once his cheek. You had to strain your arm to do it, had to sit all the way up, but oh, how he wished with everything he had that he could lean into it, feel beyond what Bob allowed him to of your soft hand.

“Hm?”

“Tree Father and Tree Mother, they both have these ideas of what we should do with you, how we should... use you and Bob’s resources to either change the wasteland or to keep you and us safe and secret.”

He tried nodding in understanding, but all he could manipulate were his eyes.

It didn't have the same effect, he feared.

“Well…" You continued, "They keep talking about what to do with you, like you’re… a resource and not a person.”

“I know.”

“Well, frankly, that’s shitty.”

He rumbled out a laugh, feeling Bob’s topmost branches tremble slightly with the action.

“Harold.” You said his name so sweetly, softly, like friends speak to each other, like… Like he imagined he’d want to speak to the people he loved. If he’d ever had those.

It was hard to remember.

“Hon, what do you want?” Your hand was still firmly on his cheek. He could feel heat permeating the layer of bark there. “I know you sort of told me the day we met, but… It seems like that’s– maybe, that’s changed?”

“Yes.” He said, with a decisiveness he didn’t intend, but was there all the same. “It has changed. Now… The others, they can do what they please with me and Bob.”

“But–” You tried, pulling your hand away like he’d prodded you with a thorn.

“I want you.” He finished, that decisiveness never wavering, though… despite the certainty, it did surprise him.

Never… confessed anything like this before. Not to anyone.

That… well, that I can remember.

Your expression stayed soft, safe, non judgmental, non accusatory, as your eyes darted back and forth, ensuring there was truth in both of his before speaking your response.

“Harold… You’re not just saying this… Well, because I’m the only one who speaks to you like this, right? I don’t want this– these feelings you’re telling me you have, to just come from my being nice to you. That’s not fair either.”

You held eye contact with him all the while, genuine sympathy and curiosity shining there.

How could you think his feelings were just… by default?

To him, anyway, it was obvious.

Other Treeminders, branchtenders, had loved him before, been kind to him, revered him, even. But always because of Bob. What Bob allowed him to become, and maybe… maybe that’s what had drawn you to him at first as well, but now… It was Harold you stayed for, wasn’t it?

With the way you spoke his name, looked into his eyes, asked him about his wants, his needs… how could it not be him?

“Weeks.” He said, and you cocked your head slightly.

He couldn’t help his hard-to-read grin.

“We’ve been talking all that time. You’re interesting, kind, see me as human, yes. But more.”

“More?” You urged him, and Harold couldn’t dream of denying you.

“See me as a human you can connect to. We talk about many things, and all of them are interesting, so many things we have in common. Even with our… differences.”

A small smile glowed in your eyes , and softened your expression further. Harold’s gaze never wavered, though you knew the words left him with effort, both physical and emotional.

“I want you so I may talk with you, to have your company.”

“You will.” You answered so hastily, even tilting forward from where you sat in the curve of what used to be his right arm, almost toppling out of it.

He tried to catch you, but Bob held firm to his limbs. As he always did.

With you, he could almost forget.

“You will, Harold.” You saved yourself from falling, bracing your arm against the main section of his trunk. “I’m not going anywhere, I… I love talking to you, too.”

Maybe to save face from falling off of him, or maybe because you just wanted to, you wrapped your hands around his trunk– Bob’s– and hugged him, just beneath his face.

Bark creaked and branches rustled as Harold made an effort to reach back, to drop his chin to rest on your shoulder, to bring one arm around your body, to lean into your touch, but Bob halted him.

Harold felt he could scream at the opposition, but… he couldn’t startle you with his frustrations. Instead, he sat in silence, savoring what he could of your touch, relishing in the mere thought that you were doing this at all. Sharing your warmth with him, making the effort to show how you cared, disobeying everything his other keepers in Oasis would have told you just to show him you wanted to feel him against you.

“Wish that I could return this favor.” He said, instead of crying out his frustrations with Bob to you. Like you hadn’t heard that complaint a thousand times already.

“Hmm?” You asked without removing yourself.

“Wish, Lone, that I could… touch you.”

“Bob won’t let you, huh?” Now you pulled back, just enough so he could look upon your face.

“Afraid not. He… I’m constrained by him. No matter how I try.”

“Well… um, can I…?”

Harold blinked as you trailed off suggestively. If it were possible, his mouth would be running dry right about then.

“Can I talk to Bob?” You finished, and a somber sort of relief washed over him.

Harold couldn’t answer you at first. His brows furrowed, and in his mind, he tried to reach out, to find anything but the pulsing wordless communications that Bob always released, directed to him, and to the other trees and saplings that acted as his spawn all throughout Oasis.

Their conversations were mildly distracting, especially when Harold was alone and silent in the grove, but now, with you here, the bound man had to strain to make out their strange, slow voices.

“Not in a way that will get through to him.” Harold finally answered you, after Bob ignored his mental prodding for the umpteenth time since they were joined.

“Alright, well… Can I then…” You ended with a distinct clear of your throat. Your body against Bob’s bark; even down to Harold’s core, he could feel the way your heart picked up, the way you flushed with heat against him.

“Yes?”

“I could touch you, if you want? You know… enough for both of us.”

If his eyes were wide before, now they were akin to twin moons as his mouth hung agape and he appeared to short-circuit.

“H-Harold?”

“Lone… You… want this, too?”

When you nodded, he could swear that his heart damn-near stopped.

How ironic that would have been.

With a distinct swallow, you nodded to him. Your eyes couldn’t meet his then, either. To see you embarrassed… about anything, it was more than strange.

Harold thought you were the freest of them all, the most outward with your thoughts, your true self, and now… to know the one viable secret he knew you were keeping was potential feelings for him?

“I was afraid to tell you.” You said quietly, “Afraid what you might think, or say, and the others, well…” You trailed off with a lovely chuckle, and Harold’s gruff timbre of a laugh followed.

“The others don’t matter. They only care for Bob, what he can do for them. For all the wasteland. Harold is just… an afterthought.”

“Well, you’re not to me.”

You released your hold on him as you spoke, turning to grasp his rooted arm with your soft hands, before hauling yourself back up onto that perch. Harold, not for the first, nor the last, time this evening, wished he could break one of his hands away from Bob’s grasp to reach out to you, to help balance you, as you wavered in your place on him.

You stood on his limb now, level with his strange face, and pondered it.

He felt you could see right through him. Not just through Bob and into Harold’s human shell, but into him. See his soul, even.

He didn’t know what exactly you were looking for, but you stood for a long moment, just… running your eyes over him, like he was something you could read. Just… observing.

Truth seeking. Something in his mind offered, and if he could’ve, Harold would’ve nodded his agreement to himself.

“I want to kiss you.” You said decidedly, and Harold tried to recoil. Still, even with your words, your hands on him, your embrace… The thought was something so inconceivable for him, so… splendorous, that it felt like a dream.

Perhaps you did kill me, and this is just the eternal dream.

If that’s the case, waking would be more torture than getting bound to Bob all over again.

“Alright.” Was all he could manage, in his shock, and the grin you answered with set his chest ablaze with affection.

You leaned forward, bracing a hand on either side of his face, your fingers catching at the knobby protrusions– also courtesy of Bob– that made up some semblance of cheekbones. His eyes followed your lips as they pursed in preparation, and he found himself wishing– more so than for anything else he’d ever imagined– that he could move, that Bob would allow him this one small favor for dragging him all across the wasteland, for letting him tie Harold to this place for eternity, just once could he move of his accord again?

Just for this.

Your lips pressed to his mouth, to the grotesque, always-open marionette of what used to be his proper face, his proper lips, and yet…

There was no crude pull-away, no startled mumble against him, not even the slightest flinch as you pressed forward and sighed.

That sound rattled through him, like the sap seeping through his veins, it poured life into him.

“Lone…” Harold whispered to you so softly, his voice reminded him of before.

Before Bob, before he was a ghoul, even. A before that was famously long ago.

You still didn’t relent, moving that delectable mouth over his, tasting him, drawing out this euphoric feeling that had him believing he still was human. He wished he could taste you, know what it was like to be so close, to feel your breaths wash over his tongue, to clack his teeth against yours until you both pulled back in a fit of laughter, where he wished he could then wrap both arms around you.

Harold wanted to roll to the grassy earth with you in his embrace, out of breath from your shared mirth as you both drew back in for another taste. He would run his mouth over the seam of your own, and you would boldly answer his call. With you still nestled in his grasp, he would move his way down your body, exploring, feeling. No patch of skin, no freckle, no scar would escape his scrutiny.

He had so much time. This? It could last an eternity and not feel like even a blink to him after all that Bob put him through. He would use every second of it to see you, to smooth his hands over you, feel your heartbeat below your skin, feel the sweat form there, see the passion growing in your eyes.

He’d take you, there, in the grass.

Harold didn’t take much of anything, not ever in his life. He’s been somewhat of a pushover for most of it– Bob clearly had exploited that fact.

But he would take you.

You lent him your boldness, your unapologetic passion, your zest for all that life had to offer; your acceptance of him… he could borrow that, too, for tonight.

He would pull you into his lap on that sweet, quiet patch of grass, hear you moan out his name as you felt his hardness beneath you. Those stringy clothes you wore, that already failed to conceal all that much, he’d pull them apart and bare you to him until there was nothing left for him to uncover.

Your taste there, too, between your legs… He’d spend half an eternity just there, pulling your honey past his wanton lips until his chin dripped and he was drunk on nothing but you. And if he didn’t die there, between your divine thighs, then he would use every last living breath he had to worship the rest of you.

Then he could be happy in this life of his, no matter how long he was stuck here for.

It was with that thought that Harold returned to himself.

Your lips dragged over him, and he could so nearly taste your breath, he could feel the warmth of your hands–close as they were to his eyes.

“H-Harold.” You pulled back, and his eyes blinked open to admire you.

You were out of breath, your eyes glossy and… blown wider than he’d ever seen them.

“You taste… like nothing I’ve ever–”

“What is this heresy?”

You froze where you leaned against Harold, as Tree Father Birch’s voice rang clear through the grove.

“I knew this was wrong, I knew you were plotting something, Branchtender Cypress, and this…” A disgusted throaty sound finished the sentence for him, and Harold felt something stir in him. Deep in his roots, not even Bob’s, but Harold’s roots… they boiled.

“Away from Him." The Tree Father ordered, "Now, Cypress. Away from the grove and seek out Bloom–”

“No.” Harold’s voice growled, and he felt the ground shake from the lowness of it.

Your hands gripped at him tighter.

“W-what– but, but your highest–”

“He wants you to go. Father.” You spat the words out, relishing in the way it made Birch's face glow red to hear you command him on his god’s behalf.

“B-but… No. That cannot be. I am the Tree Father, I speak for what is best for–”

“Lone is what’s best for Harold." He grumbled out, like the sound of groaning wood about to be severed. "What’s best for Harold is also best for Bob.”

Tree Father Birch shook his head, his brows creased, despondent, like he was losing a loved one before his very eyes.

“No, no, no. This cannot be.” He started forward, moving with intent towards the pair.

Harold’s eyes darted to your face, the way your expression was curled in a defensive snarl. He wasn’t sure if it was true or not, but Harold felt his own features held that same malice right about now.

“She has manipulated you, your greatness. Cypress wishes to have control for herself, she came to Oasis just for that! On a whim, she decided to join us, only after seeing you. Is this a coincidence? Does she want you to sustain your people, like I do, or will she take what she can before throwing us all into the fire?”

A growl was forming low in Harold’s trunk. The topmost branches began to shake, just as the ground groaned in protest to the tree’s movement– small as it might be on the outside, it shook the very foundations of the grove.

“It’s what the Bloomseer saw. When she looked at your fate, the day that Cypress arrived here, she saw flames and anguish and death where Oasis once stood.”

"You’re an imbecile.” You piped up, with the full intent to continue with an explanation, but it was too late. He was close enough to you now that, when your words pushed the Tree Father over the edge, he could reach you.

Birch lunged forward, his gnarled hand met your ankle, and he pulled hard against it, until you toppled, falling in between Harold’s trunk and his rooted arm. Through his and Bob’s connection, Harold felt the way bits of your skin tore against his bark, he heard your pained sounds, and his eyes glowed red and angry as hot coals.

“Enough!” He bellowed until the grove’s voices went silent, the grassy ground ceased its whispers, the trees paused their conversations, Bob stood at attention, and Birch…

Harold didn’t know how it happened, couldn’t have said quite when, but his hand… His hand. Harold’s left hand was wrapped around the Tree Father’s throat.

The man’s eyes were nearly bulging from his head from the force, and Harold released him just as suddenly.

He paid no more mind to the Tree Father as he slid to the floor. Harold could only do as he had dreamt of, do as he’d wished, do what he thought would be impossible all night and every night before or since you met, since he and Bob became fused to this spot.

He reached out for you.

“Lone?” the bark above his eyes seemed to crease with worry, as he noted the scrapes on your soft skin.

“Harold, how did you…?” Your voice was a squeak, partly from pain, and partly from the disbelief that strained your throat. “Hon, you moved. You're moving now, it’s… this is incredible!”

You sprung up as he helped you, crashing your body to his in a hug that he returned.

If it were possible, Harold knew he would’ve wept at the way he could hold you now.

“Lone, are you alright?”

“Better.” You smiled at him, that glowing smile that held the stars, and Harold couldn’t help himself.

This new discovery of his, who knew how fleeting it would be? While he had it, he was going to take advantage of it.

He scooped you up into his hold, easing you close to his face again, and pulled you near enough to kiss.

It would’ve been a fool’s hope, he knew, to wish to move his face, his mouth, more than he already could, but he wished for that too, nonetheless.

What's the harm in wishing, really?

Your hands went back to his face, and in the peace of the night, in the stillness, he could feel your breath, hear your soft sighs, he could even… could he taste you? Cool spring water and edible flowers, the juice of a mutfruit, and… a tinge of him, of Bob, that brash oakiness and sweet syrup.

To taste a bit of his likeness on you was a pleasure Harold wouldn’t soon forget.

A gasp released from the both of you, as your hips began to… move. Harold had seen this likeness before, in dances, in strange rituals, in… perhaps in another life, but to feel you on him, your heat grinding into his large, bark-gloved hand as your lips stayed locked to his, it lit that boiling feeling in his belly until he feared he really would go up in flames.

Harold blinked open his eyes, slowly, reluctantly, to plead with you to carry on, to ask what you wanted from him, to beg to give it to you, anything and everything he was, he’d give to you, because without you, well… You both already knew where he’d be.

Then his gaze caught the undesirable stirring of the man on the ground at his feet–roots.

Birch was groaning, still only half conscious from the force that’d been on his windpipe, but his eyes were slowly blinking open.

“Harold.” You pulled his attention back easily. “Don’t even look at him, okay? Birch doesn’t matter. All those people out there, who treat you like nothing more than an extension of Bob? They don’t matter either, okay?”

The grip of his hand tightened over your backside, keeping you pressed firmly to his front.

“It’s just you and me now.”

#fallout #fallout 3 #fallout npc #fallout 3 npcs #fallout 3 companions #fo3 #harold fo3 #bob fo3 #harold/bob fo3 #fallout harold #fallout harold/bob #lone wanderer #f!lone #dwd.nsfw #kinktober 2023 #kinktober

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Greetings citizens of the Union and beings from beyond! Welcome to Union News Central, I'm your host Bluglakkag Flublabbak. Unfortunately, today we have bad news.

There has been a brutal attack against a settler fleet moving to colonise the Sheng System! The military quickly moved in to deal with what remained of the threat, but not before the colony ships had been raided, stripped for parts, and its people enslaved. The hostile vessels were immediately identified as being of ex-khanate design, and the current theory is that they were the same pirates the @pari-treeminders contended with.

Only a few of these pirate ships remained in the Sheng System, salvaging what remained of the debris. The Instellar Guard took out the remaining ships and Union Troopers boarded their vessels, confirming that the attackers were indeed ex-khanate Fefings and not simply pirates who might've stolen their ships.

The pirates have been arrested and their ships confiscated. While our brave troopers were able to liberate captive citizens and their cargo, they are only a fraction of what set out to the Sheng System. The majority of the colonists and their goods must still be in the cruel hands of the pirates who fled.

Parliament had this to say.

MP HKA-301: Citizens, until further notice free access to the northern Nillor sector beyond Union borders is forbidden, please understand this is for your own safety until this issue is dealt with. Statement over.

MP Lugrik den Hodol: Yeah, unfortunately the people can't transform the wastes of the north into glorious and prosperous new homes just yet. Until the military has dealt with this pirate problem, stay in preestablished colonies, okay?

MP Zolisa Ah-Shasad: Fear not, good citizens, for we have a plan. We will show these pirates an alternative way of living, a life free from their hardships. By reforming the ones we've captured and providing evidence of their new health and freedom to the ones our military hunts by way of propaganda and hacking their comms, they will no doubt cease their activities and give up their old ways for the new.

MP Gloglogagg Klaglugoo: And we'll show them that even though we haven't had Fefing citizens before, they'll be welcomed as equals despite their past!

MP Zolisa Ah-Shasad: If this fails, there's always our superior fleet strength. But hopefully we won't have to go to the lengths of annihilating them. Stay safe citizens.

I'm afraid that's all for today, citizens. I hope we have better news for you soon ::( something nice maybe.

This is Bluglakkag Flublabbak saying thanks for tuning in to our signal here at UNC. Be sure to bookmark our wavelength for future updates.

Solace in the Union.

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autsdoodles · 2 years

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Dr. Rain Amadeus, my Lone Wanderer. Finally played Fallout 3 and ended up with this interesting gal ghoul!

Two weeks after Project Purity, Rain woke up to find that the extreme amount of radiation she had been exposed to had begun to turn her into a ghoul. Several agonizing weeks later, she wandered into the Temple of the Union and found the coordinates to a place called Oasis. Upon discovering the location—and Harold—she decided the forest was the perfect place to not only continue her father’s mission to restore the Capital Wasteland, but also to bring the legacy of the Lone Wanderer to an end. Indeed, Rain was never seen again, but whispers tell of a rising power in the north led by the ghoul Dr. Amadeus, said to be the benevolent Mother of the Treeminders.

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The Ministry of Defense has received a rather disturbing report from a patrol group of our allies the @pari-treeminders and the @union-replicants regarding an incident taking place in Parian space.

It would appear that the DRV Etreox, a civilian cargo ship that went missing almost six months ago, was found in orbit of a planet within Parian space containing a pre-FTL civilization and was attempting to interfere in said civilization's culture - though at this point we are not sure if they were pirates, slavers or just general criminals.

All of the same, we can assure the Pari that our ships would never behave in a manner that the Etreox was found engaging in; upon the transfer of the ship and it's crew back to Republic space, the Ministry will detain and interview the crew to find out their reasoning and motives.

An investigation will also be conducted into the fate of the Etreox's original crew, though I can't say I am too optimistic - however, if we can bring closure to their families and friends, that will be a positive step.

#peritainia #stellaris rp #stellaris

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ecoamerica · 17 days

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Watch the 2024 American Climate Leadership Awards for High School Students now: https://youtu.be/5C-bb9PoRLc

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thefalloutwiki · 1 year

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"Well, I'm not so sure the Great One is a god… I mean, I don't believe in that sort of thing. However, I am beginning to realize He's special… something greater than any of the creatures in the Wasteland."

-Branchtender Linden, Fallout 3

You can read more about him here

#Fallout #fallout 3 #oasis #treeminders #linden #branchtender linden #fallout wiki #fallout quotes

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vvalengogh · 2 months

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my heart is being ripped to shreds with harold. treeminders want to keep him alive, and one wants to prevent his spreading and the other wants to contain it to keep it safe. while the spreading of nature is good for the capital wasteland, who am i to continue to make harold suffer? he is being consumed, he is stuck in place. he has no one to remember him by, and the treeminders do not listen to him like they claim they are.

who is my lw to force him to stay alive. for as much love and sympathy i have for this character who i haven’t met before since I haven’t played fo1 and fo2, he’s been alive long enough, he doesn’t wish to live anymore. he is tired, and by the sounds of it, in pain and suffering more every day. he only has one request, and that is to rest peacefully. no one will listen but the lw.

the wasteland of washington d.c can find another way to thrive without the suffering of this singular character. he speeds the process, sure, but he is proof that life can grow in the wasteland at all. i think that in itself is enough and he shouldn’t suffer more to prove that.

#corvid chatter #idk man I don’t know a lot about Harold but I am in great pain #like I am not kidding this shit hit me hard #i’m giving harold a kiss and telling him i wish him eternal peace

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thylakindustrial · 6 months

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Reaching out to the Treeminders

To the @pari-treeminders!

We see that you care a lot about natural things! This is strange to us but we are excited to meet people so different from us! Since we're so different I'm sure we must both have things the other doesn't. For instance your industrial output must be limited by your environmentalism! And you seem to have a lot of agriculture unlike us! The yum-slugs we're buying from the @zangren-signal are delicious but we wouldn't mind a bit more variety. So we offer you a trade deal! Your food for our industrial goods! What do you say?

#peritainia #stellaris rp

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dontmindme2600 · 1 year

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Things that have happened to in Fallout 3 so far as I go into the game not knowing anything at all about it, part 4:

-Using the power of googling because I was getting lost on the main quest, I bullshitted my way all the up to part where you’re going with your dad and the scientists to activate Project Purity. The problem is. I accidentally progressed TOO fast (I’ve literally sat down to play this game like less than 10 times and am already at the final quest.) and when I reached the control room nothing happened and I couldn’t enter the password. I just learned that there is a whole other character whose supposed to be there for the ending and I literally just haven’t even met her yet.

-I have no idea what to do now because with further googling I learned that depending on what version of the game you have, the game will literally just end immediately after that quest. By “end” I mean your character dies and you can not continue the game. I’m playing on Xbox game pass and just have to pray that version automatically has the DLC where you can keep playing.

-Apparently the enclave is a thing but I have yet to meet a single member I really think I messed this one up guys. My dad and those scientists are gonna be waiting for me for a LONG WHILE HOLY SHIT

-My characters entire body except for his head and hands randomly went invisible for a while but it fixed itself when I put the pip boy up and down

-Touched grass for the first time and got drugged by the treeminders. I got locked in the next room they took you in, tried to climb out using the rocks but couldn’t see anything through the trees, and I fell behind the gate which turned out just be an even smaller secluded area that you can’t exit. Anyways I am deeply angry at them for hoarding literally all the natural wildlife that the rest of humanity yknow. Kind of needs

-Blew 100 caps to get into tenpenny tower so now I have like 11 caps this better be worth it

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-Still have no idea what “pants exploded means” :(

-I plan to just wonder around the entire map until I discover some more interesting locations because I have CLEARLY moved too fast lmaoo

-God some of the “mean” dialogue options are so fucking funny like I’m not picking them but I’ll definitely make a second save file just to be a god awful human being

-Made it to the edge of the map and areas near it and god is the vast emptiness is ominous

#fo3 with stupid #fallout 3 #fallout #fo3 #wondering if these are extremely annoying

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calder · 7 months

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was that your fo76 character in the new epicnate315 video, blowing theirself up to demonstrate the mysterious saviour perk?

yes, i do research and writing for him on contract, and i get adsense residuals. he also pays to use the book for content. thanks to him, the creative process of this blog pays my rent and allows me to financially support my loved ones. we are currently working on a video about the weirdly extensive parallels between the treeminders and the mothman cult

we have also become friends. he seems to value my perspectives a lot.

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