by Max Barry

Latest Forum Topics

Advertisement

Governor: The Barren Remains of Wasteland Alive

WA Delegate: The PRC of Liberated New Arizona (elected )

Founder: The Vault-Tec HQ of The Vault Boy Guardian

Last WA Update:

Maps Board Activity History Admin Rank

Most Nations: 510th Most World Assembly Endorsements: 992nd
World Factbook Entry

The Fallout Wasteland
Est. July, 26 2015


"War... War never changes."
In the year 2077, a nuclear war plunged the world into a fiery holocaust, only to set another bloody chapter in human history.


Current RP Year: 2289


Welcome to The Fallout Wasteland. Roleplay is live! Please join the Discord (linked below) to join the community. OOC comments are not allowed on the RMB and will be suppressed. To be placed on the map, make a request on the #map-request-wing channel of the Discord. LinkDiscord Invite


Regional Quicklinks

|S.P.E.C.I.A.L.|The Resource System|Production Guide|Regional Map|Caps System|Origins|Perks|Research & Tech Tree|Region Lore|



Embassies: The Empire of Tamriel, Capital Wasteland, Warhammer 40000, The World of Remnant, U R N, The County of Anvil, Winterfell, Regionless, Eastern Roman Empire, Australia, The Peaceful Coffee Shop In Chicago, The Dank Meme Alliance, Union of Nationalists, The Illuminati, Barbaria, The Alterran Republic, and 63 others.Union Hispanica, The Bar on the corner of every region, The Sands, Future Earth, Hollow Point, Avadam Inn, The Great Universe, Auralia, Golden Dragons, New Coalition of Nations, Gypsy Lands, Christmas, Bus Stop, Arconian Empire, Fredonia, Ancient, Usea, Aukumnian Imperium, Memeverse, United States of America, Urana Firma, Libertas, Free Market Federation, New World Union, The Planet X, Universal Pact, Union of Liberal Nations, Institute of Cellulose, Official European Union, The Great Experiment, Chicken overlords, Imperium of the Wolf, Yuno, The United Empires of Carson, Oatland, Oneid, 1980s America, RAMS, First World Order, Sovereign Corporate League, The Embassy, The Minecraft Kingdom, Varanius, Guinea Kiribati, Placeholder, empty wasteland, Travelling Wilburys, New California Republic, Golden Eco Friendly, The Carrot Patch, Stalins Holy Conglomerate, Nationstates Ski Resort, Roma Invicta, Bootana Hutta, GOOD BOIs, Kommuland, Nova Historiae Conventus, The New Moderate Alliance, The Community, One Collective Brain Cell, True Waskaria, The Capital Wasteland enclave run, and Modorra.

Tags: Fandom, Fantasy Tech, Featured, Future Tech, Medium, Post Apocalyptic, Post-Modern Tech, Role Player, and Video Game.

Regional Power: Moderate

The Fallout Wasteland contains 48 nations, the 510th most in the world.

Today's World Census Report

The Most Cultured in The Fallout Wasteland

After spending many tedious hours in coffee shops and concert halls, World Census experts have found the following nations to be the most cultured.

As a region, The Fallout Wasteland is ranked 3,883rd in the world for Most Cultured.

NationWA CategoryMotto
1.The Railroad of Grand EnclaveInoffensive Centrist Democracy“Freedom for Synths”
2.The Knights of Polaris of ArdentusScandinavian Liberal Paradise“Ad Polaris Per Aspera”
3.The Mojave Principality of Santiago AUInoffensive Centrist Democracy“Letting Go and Moving Forward”
4.The Protected Territories of Enclave SIERRA BaseCorrupt Dictatorship“In Ashes We Process”
5.The Caesar's Legion of The Rising SolarisFather Knows Best State“Ave, True to Caesar”
6.The Nuka World Tyrants of Raiders of RagnarokInoffensive Centrist Democracy“They scream and they run, but that’s part of the fun!”
7.The Baltic Federation of The Moonsund LandsCivil Rights Lovefest“The spark of anger flickers in sorrow's ashes”
8.The Kingdom of LengoInoffensive Centrist Democracy“God's own Country”
9.The PRC of Liberated New ArizonaCorrupt Dictatorship“None”
10.The Ödland Reich of New FrankenFather Knows Best State“Alles für den Reichsleiter!”
12345»

Regional Happenings

More...

The Fallout Wasteland Regional Message Board

Promises Kept
The sounds of shovels hitting dirt and pickaxes breaking apart concrete filled North Freeside as workers removed the rubble underneath the freeway in preparation for new construction. The site was being prepared for the construction of a new library - constructed under the auspices of the Followers, funded by Veronica, and when it was done, available to all. The project was part of an initiative by Veronica to fulfill one of her original goals for taking power - the improvement of the lives of the people of the Mojave, using knowledge the Brotherhood would originally have merely hoarded. Knowledge, after all, was power - and education was really the only way to lift oneself out of poverty.

The library wasn't the only project. While workers built the library, the Followers cleared out the abandoned Silver Rush and began setting it up as a schoolhouse for the various street urchins of Freeside. The idea was to provide not just education, but a stable environment and mentorship to these kids who would otherwise just grow up into more junkies to lie in the tents of the Old Mormon Fort. They would start out with a primary school, for now - teaching basic reading, writing, and arithmetic - but eventually the goal was to also establish a high school.

Veronica was keen to also establish a university - not just for the noble goal of improving people's lives, but also to produce a pool of qualified technicians and engineers for the Dam. This was a matter that, however, when broached proved to be somewhat contentious - due to lobbying by the Mojave's various communities to have the university constructed within their confines. A university, after all, was a money-generator for communities, poor though students might be. Veronica wanted to build it in Henderson, renovating the old REPCONN headquarters which would otherwise be perfect for a university - but she was lobbied by Novac, Boulder City, Westside, and even Nelson to build it in their communities. It would take time to resolve the matter in a manner which would leave the fewest people offended.

Besides, there was lots of prep work that had to be done. Professors would need to be found for the various advanced subjects, books either found or written, teaching materials gathered. Veronica was already spending loads of caps on prospectors willing to delve into the Vaults to locate books and holotapes, data, etc. anything that might be useful for either the University or the Library. The books didn't have to be in good condition; burnt or moldy books were acceptable, so long as there was some legible writing somewhere in the tome. A team of scribes would pore over the bad books and attempt to reconstruct them; the more copies they had, the better, and eventually reconstructed tomes could be reprinted at a later date. The holy grail, of course, was the Library of Congress holotape that every vault was supposed to have been issued. Vault 21's was missing - either it had been thrown away by House, or buried under tons and tons of concrete. Vault 3's was also missing, presumed destroyed by the Fiends or traded away for chems. Surely one of the other vaults had at least one - if they could find it, they could just reprint the books they needed from the master holotape.

New Canaan's Gift
The MiG wasn't the only plane the Boomers received as a gift that year. Following the successful conclusion of the New Canaan Crusade, the New Canaanites turned up at the Boomers' doorstep with a number of carefully arranged and labeled crates. When opened, the crates revealed the disassembled sections of a B-17 bomber - the Flying Fortress, the predecessor to the Lady. Loyal just about had a heart attack at the sight; he was going to have to clear out hangar space in the second hangar in order to reassemble the machine.

The plane had been but one of a fairly large collection of aircraft found at Hill AFB, in an aerospace museum that had been on the premises. Age had rendered the vast majority of the aircraft worthless, but the B-17 had still been in good enough condition to perhaps be worth restoring. So the New Canaanites had taken it apart and shipped it to New Vegas, whereupon Veronica had promptly turned it over to the Boomers. After all, if anyone could do anything with the parts, it would be them.

The rest of the wrecks, however, Veronica kept for study. She was still hot on the trail of understanding the vertibirds; while fixed-wing aircraft weren't exactly the same as the tiltrotor aircraft, they could still provide valuable insight into the workings of the vehicles. And indeed, study of these parts proved to be crucial to unlocking their secrets, especially when inspecting an engine turbine pulled from a destroyed turboprop. The turbine proved to be similar at least in concept and operation to those used on the vertibirds, providing the last piece of information she needed.

Ironically enough, Daniel had also been gracious enough to send over two additional vertibird wrecks - one recovered from the hangars of the Hill air force base proper, and another that had been sitting around on the Salt Lake City Airport tarmac for some time. This brought Veronica's total count of vertibirds up to 4. She quickly set about repairing all four of them, roping Raul into helping her (and diverting him from a different project he'd been working on at behest of a caravan company).

Of course, there was the small matter of training pilots to fly the things, but that could be solved later... especially as it involved some knotty political questions about the who, what, and where of it.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Hill Aerospace Museum looted. 1 B-17 Flying Fortress kept. Remaining 64 planes (minus too modern models) scrapped for 320 tech docs. 7 tech docs used to finish Engineering 7.
Hill AFB and Salt Lake City International Airport both looted for 1 vertibird each.
4 vertibirds under repair, 28,000 caps, completion on RL Mar. 27

Griezelland wrote:

Meeting with King Albert VII

King Albert looked at them with sympathy, just as he looked at anyone who was stressed about meeting him. The court laughed a little when the foreigners bowed, as this was not a cultural thing for the local population, but they quickly stopped when Misha spoke. They seemed to listen to the foreigners as well.

Albert studied the strangers with his eyes and listened attentively to Misha. He understood nothing of what Arvo was saying, but when Misha finished speaking, an old man beside the king whispered in his ear before leaving through a door on the left behind the throne. The king then spoke.

"First of all, welcome to our lands. However, we are sad to learn that the Swiss do not communicate with us, and neither with you, it would seem. You say you're interested in trade? That's fine, we encourage trade. If you'd like, we'll put you in touch with companies and guilds to work out the details, but for our part, as long as our trading ships are accepted and treated correctly, we'll be sure to reciprocate. We may not speak the same languages, but that doesn't surprise us. Our Kingdom currently reigns over five languages. Five peoples who, despite their differences, are united under our crown. Differences that don't harm us, only enrich us. Our merchants will surely take advantage of trade to learn your language as they have always done and we would also be open to a cultural exchange and the opening of a place for exchange and cooperation between our people."

The man who had left returned with a large map and two young men in black suits with ties in the colours of royalty, black with a yellow lion, were carrying it. The King stopped talking as the two men unfolded the map in front of the strangers, it was a cloth map of the old Commonwealth, the map had aged somewhat, giving it a yellowed tint.

"Here is the map, your Majesty, their lands should be around here", said the old man, dressed in a white and yellow suit and a bishop's hat, pointing to Estonia with a long black stick.

"We see," said the king, leaning forward, slightly pensive.

"They're not in lands I aspire to, but I'd better be careful, I wouldn't want a second Switzerland," thought the king, whose information spoke of flying vehicles passing over the islands and the North Sea while making no contact with the kingdom. He feared the Swiss.

After this little interruption, he rested back in his chair and smiled to show some sympathy at the foreigners. "You may continue.", he said as he pointed with his fingers stretched together from his open hand at the strangers to let them speak.

Oops, finally got around to it

"Thank you, your majesty. It heartens us to see another nation who treats cultural differences as an asset, not a problem. We'll contact our fishing fleet, and the nowa maersk steamship line, and as you say, they'll arrange the details with the appropriate guilds. A cultural exchange would certainly be a wise decision. The opening of diplomatic missions might be good step in this direction. I've also heard tell of a temple-university - the Federation also has a substantial college, in the city of Tartu. Perhaps visits between professors could lead to an eventual programme for students to study abroad.

I feel that there's no cause to speak ill of our Swiss friends, who we've heard word of a visit from, but no details. They've been nothing but obliging to the Federation since our first communications. The vast distance, however, and the fact that only they currently understand the secrets of controlled flight, mean that we don't necessarily know everything that they know. With that said, we understand that owing to the tendency of their forefathers towards neutrality, the Swiss may harbor certain... reservations towards certain types of military assistance. We have no such reservations.

If your majesty should wish it, we're perfectly happy to share any knowledge that may be useful, particularly regarding that of motor vehicles, and smokeless powder. Our own national finances are quite tight in this regard, but if so desired, we'd also be happy to provide limited gifts of these weapons, along with appropriate ammunition and training. Of course, our government has its own agenda, as they tend to. His Excellency the Chancellor is quite eager to reach America. From, of course, the Swiss, we've heard some tales of their exploration of that lost continent. Highly advanced weapons, great industrial facilities, spices that almost no Estonian has tried in centuries. As we have no airships, we're quite eager to secure a passage by sea."

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The item of external trade has been agreed upon. Both parties may trade by sea so far as their ships and harbor facilities allow.

The Arthurian Brotherhood wrote:Head Dean Walter Estai takes the plate and examines the image of the ghoul on it, "Ah yes, we are familiar with the concept of Ghouls. While there are very few within our walls here, there are a handful of non-feral ghouls who do call the Plateau home. The majority of our citizens have a negative view on ghouls due to a large attach by a feral horde on the Plateau in the mid 2160's. While there is no hostility that our people have against them, its more that generally there are many people who lost relatives in that attack. Regardless, I do not have those sentiments and would love to meet Mr. Kasovsky should the opportunity arise."

"As for your foreign exchange program, we would welcome a mixing of cultures and ideas. However, we would just like to make sure students on either side of a general understanding of the language. Otherwise, we can begin immediately so long as the paperwork is filled out properly.

------

President Jurus smiles at the Advocate, "Well I can assure you we actually have that matter in hand. Here in the Palace of Nations we have multiple areas we plan on setting up as embassies. The site has active channels of communication still open, close proximity to our airfields, and a direct line to Bern for contact with our government. Unless you have any objections, you can have your pick of any of the former Baltic section of the Palace."

Shaking Hands with the Cheese Mafia IV

Anna Viires: "That's excellent news, Mr. President. I'm quite certain such an area would do nicely. After nomination, the new ambassador and his staff will call for transport. Any word regarding the Swiss diplomatic mission?"

---

Ingrid Pai: "A-and I'm sure Rector Kasovsky would love to meet you as well, sir! I... well, I'm technically just a student, I can't sign anything myself, but I'd be happy to take the documents on my return flight. The staff mentioned that they could open with language classes. But since first contact over the radio, the faculty have been working constantly in building up language proficiencies, especially in French. If it could be the language of instruction for exchange classes, then they're ready to go!"

Juris Rothkowitz: "Of course, we do have our own issues regarding feral ghoul attacks - it would seem that they are extremely prevalent in prewar Russia, and the Fort at Narva is essentially constantly fighting groups of them. There's a theory that they're being... lured, but that's more of a military issue."

---

Meanwhile, Lisette seeks out a representative from the red cross, eager to learn the status of their plans for a facility in Riga.

The Interlude

It had been a long few months since Gage had briefed Kieran at Fizztop Mountain. Many raiders feared a return to Colter's stagnation, even Gage was starting to get nervous.

In reality, Kieran had just been debating if he even wanted the job. He wasn't a raider, in fact he detested raiders. Not for any moral sensibility or reason for his past, he always felt raiders were stupid. Small minded, illogical, petty, always thinking about the present and never the future. Not to mention Kieran was never really a leading type. Not back in his Brotherhood days, not when he ran with that group of Mercs, and not now.

Still though, Kieran realized something. If there was ever a chance to turn the Commonwealth- no the greater Massachusetts Wasteland, into something more than a chaotic land of struggling groups, recovering behind everywhere else in the Wasteland, than this might be it. These raiders were pretty skilled, good shots, good at fighting, just thinking too much in the now and not enough in the future.

Kieran would build something of a kingdom, settlements would swear fealty to Nuka-World and to the gangs, handing over supplies In exchange they'd receive protection, their caravans would be safe, and they'd receive all of the amenities of Kieran's new "kingdom." Kieran admitted it was similar to the Minutemen, but the Minutemen were weak. Less a centralized group and more an alliance of settlements. They failed once already, they'll fail again.

If this was gonna work out though, Kieran was gonna have to take these parks and soon. He'd get the gangs rallied, and begin a push north...

Maxson I: A King and his Ship

It looks even worse from up here, Maxson thought to himself, looking down on the Citadel through the windows of the Prydwen's observation deck. He spent so many years beyond those gray, colorless walls. . .and hated every second of it. When he was younger, he yearned every day to venture outside and fight alongside his brethren, yearned to return to the days of his voyage to the Capital Wasteland, filled with peril and danger. It's why now, being an Elder, he made a promise with himself to never set foot inside the Citadel unless completely necessary. His days of being that little kid behind those walls were long over with. He much preferred the Prydwen, being high above the Capital Wasteland, able to see for miles around, the view was beautiful, relaxing. In the times where he felt the anxiety and pressure being too much, he would come here to the observation deck and look across the Wasteland. . .

"Good evening sir," Maxson was startled by the voice and swung around to see Star Paladin Edwards, responsible for managing operations across the Capital Wasteland, standing at the entrance to the observation deck. "Forgive me Edwards, I forgot I was expecting your report today,"

"If you'd rather I come back later Elder I-" Edwards started but was quickly interrupted, "No, no it's perfectly fine. What is your report Edwards?"

Edwards nods handing a folder of papers to Maxson, who looks through the papers as Edwards speaks, "Operations in the Capital Wasteland continue smoothly, we have had zero deaths due to casualties in the past month. Only a handful of injuries, most of which are minor. Supply and trading lines continue to operate under our supervision with only one incursion occurring in the past month. Settlements continue to remain safe and under our protection, and people still seem to be content with the Brotherhood Tax. Now, relating to our current standing with maintenance and budget. . ."

Maxson looks up, "Did you investigate the concerns we had?"

Edwards nods, "Yes, and as of now, everything is running fine. However, our projections show that our current maintenance costs for our soldiers, equipment, and vehicles is not sustainable in the long run. We'll likely have to switch to lower maintenance weapons and armoring for lower level initiates and recruits long term in order to keep up with our heavy weaponry. We could also look at. . .expanding the Brotherhood's reach. . .have you heard anything from our recon team in the Commonwealth?"

Maxson looks up again, his face solemn, "Nothing yet, we can only hope for the best until we have a confirmation of conditions on the ground. Danse is one of our best, I'm confident he will lead his team to safety. But until we hear back, we can not make a major move of resources that far north. If we want to look at expanding our reach, a good place to look closer might be the former city of Baltimore, a good area that could have some technological value. Previous scouts have indicated minimal threats, I'll authorize some additional teams to get a better scope of the region. Until then, work on a report for possibly creating a new Brotherhood rank. . .a Police or Peacekeeping force of some kind. We could divert lower maintenance resources to this group and have them be responsible for patrolling. Might help ease the burden off of our main forces in the long run."

"I'll get back to you with a report on that Elder," Edwards puts his fist to his chest, "Ad Victoriam!"

Maxson nods to Edwards as he leaves, closing the folder with his report and turning back to the view of the Capital Wasteland, It might be time soon to embark on a journey for some new sights. . .

The NCR was one of the few nations in the wasteland that had access to numerous services that for many others were part of the old world. Dayglow itself had become mired in the old world blues thanks to the popular mayor Myers. His constant campaigning on the old world ideals that the richer city of dayglow could afford had begun to affect the economy of slavagers. If the Boneyard was known for the gun runners and other manufacturers, dayglow was the original birthplace of the followers of the apocalypse and most of the big name salvage groups in the NCR. A few former salvagers had begun the only known mass producers of pre-war medicine and drugs like stem-packs and med-x. Along with this a number of settlers that had immigrated into Baja had begun building up the old world settlements. Many benign buildings were rebuilt with the common adobe buildings commonly found through the NCR. Though the founding of the civilian merchant fleet has led the NCR to begin production of its own navy, two larger escorts, a troop transport and a number of patrol boats had begun production in the shipyards. Though the few ships would be an expensive endeavor along with the needs for an enlarged army, most senators viewed the matter as a good thing with the enlarging of the shrunk NCR military.

Construction:
3x Med Factory to Large- 150,000
1x Small to Med- 30,000
3x Small Factory- 60,000
40x Farms-400,000

Production:
Stempack,Med-X, RadAway, Antibiotics
2x Bay class ships- 20,000
1x Artemis class Attack Transport-20,000
2x Rudderow Class DE- 20,000
12x Higgins 78’ PT- 12,000

Total:712,000

The Arthurian Brotherhood wrote:Brenden speaks in German and Oleri translates,"Mr. Vice President, Senator Murphy, I am Professor Oleri of the University of Zurich and this is Captain Brenden of the Swiss Air Fleet. We are representatives of the Swiss government. It is an honor to meet the both of you and a pleasure to arrive within the borders of the Republic. Your nation is by far the most extensive we have seen beyond the borders of Europe. If it is possible, we would like to discuss the opening of relations between our nations. Would that be something that the Republic would be willing to discuss?"

"Of course, the New California Republic is always open to new friendships in our struggling world." Turning over to wave to the city "Ive been able to set up a room in the city hall. We could continue this conversation in a more comfortable position"

Post self-deleted by The Moonsund Lands.

Asset Evaluation 8

A trio of raiders had gone skating. In addition to their obligatory horned helmets, the three had essentially the standard garb: multiple belts, painted eyes, leather with studs, and large bandoliers, full of glass bottles - some to drink, and some to throw, with seemingly no visible distinction between the two. In this season, the garb was quite improper, but they all wore patchy fur pelts to compensate. They skated on a frozen portion of the baltic sea, between tiny islands, known as skerries. Portions of rocky cliff were torn up, piled high, and thrown around, like the islands had been redecorated by a giant. They were covered by banks of snow, broken by the occasional withered tree, and sprinkles of pink, crystalline rocks. The opaque ice mostly showed the rocky shore, but the vikings could see the opening of an underwater fissure, leading to a deep trench. The smallest of the three, a cowering fellow with wood-framed glasses and a nasally voice, gestured to the other two, poking at something with his Kalashnikov.

Eric: "You two idiots! Get your axes, help me dig out this loot!"

The largest, with a braided beard, bulging arm muscles, and a dopey expression quickly followed. Spotting some sort of brown-green tube under the ice, he began to hammer away.

Trygve: "Uh, sure, buddy. Think it's a seal or something under here? I hope so, I'm hungry."

Eric: "No, you fool! Treasure!"

Trygve: "Can we... eat it?"

The third one followed, at a safe distance. A lady with long, messy hair, she had a distant, unconcerned expression. Mentally weighing up the effort required, she finally decided to speak.

Ulfhild: "Buddy. Don't stand on the ice when you break it."

Trygve: "Oh. Sorry, food/treasure/value-to-be-determined."

Ulfhild: "No food down there. Just metal."

Trygve: "Oh..."

Eric: "It's better than food! See the sigil on that treasure chest?"

Ulfhild: "A circle, surrounded by three cones in a ring."

Eric: "We all know what that means."

Trygve: "Super treasure!"

Eric: "Exactly. We bring this back to Lord Fjolnir, he'll make me one of his Hirdmen for sure!"

Trygve: "You?"

Eric: "And I'll make sure we all eat good, every day!"

Trygve: "Yay!"

Ulfhild: "I know this sigil. One of the arrows of ragnarok... we should leave it be."

Eric: "Shut up! If the lord knew you're on monitor, instead of good drugs, like mead-"

Ulfhild: "It helps me focus."

Trygve: "An arrow of Ragnarok... I'm pretty strong. I bet I could lift it up! I'd shoot all those annoying little metal boats!"

Eric: "...You've got a point there, buddy. All we wanted to do with the Estonians was crash, and party, and maybe take some amber home. We even promised to protect them! Then those ungrateful little soldiers broke our deal, threw us out of Tallinn. We could make sure their precious little city burns properly this time."

Trygve: "I bet the lord is gonna be really happy with us! I did it, I got through the ice!"

Ulfhild: "How are we going to get it all the way back to Mariehamn?"

Eric: "You're the big one, buddy, pick it up."

Trygve: "hrr... I'm trying, but it's reallllly heavy! Oops! There's a couple of buttons on the top..."

Ulfhild: "Did anybody hear a clunking sound? By freyja, it's glowing!"

Kraton-117: "Congratulations. International observers. You have located a Soviet. Normal. 'Weather observation station'. Please do not interfere in Soviet. 'Weather'. Monitoring operations."

Trygve: "There's someone stuck in the treasure box! Don't worry, we'll get you out, little buddy!"

Eric: "No, you fool! Stop hitting it! There's nobody trapped in the treasure. The treasure IS alive!"

Kraton-117: "You have activated. Maintenance mode. Attention, 'weather station' maintenance personnel of the. Red Fleet. You have missed the intended. Maintenance window by: One.Eight.Zero.Zero.Zero.Zero.Zero. hours. Please state the service password."

Ulfhild: "Does anybody understand what it's saying?"

Eric: "Maybe if I speak slowly and clearly. HEY. MACHINE. COME WITH US, OKAY?"

Trygve: "OR WE WILL BEAT YOU UP."

Kraton-117: "Incorrect password. Activating. Anti-tampering measures."

Trygve: "Do you guys hear a ticking-"

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Aksel Arondight: "-passerine radio, proudly sponsored by the Urist Conglomerate: our prices are a steel! And now, we have a report from the Naissaar Island Meteorological Station."

Marten Madsen: "They're seeing a radiation spike. They say the levels are nothing dangerous to Tallinn, but Elder Janson's declared a work holiday anyway, and says to stay inside, at least until the winds shift. We've also heard from Kopu Radio Tower - a fisherman on Hiiumaa island called to complain that his cabin's windows are broken."

Aksel Arondight: "The Coast Guard has claimed that they have triangulated the radiation spike. They've concluded that it likely came from the Aland Archipelago, possibly caused by the detonation of a tactical nuclear weapon, such as a sea mine."

Marten Madsen: "That's why you don't touch anything. Ever. Uh, if any fishing crews have happened to be at sea near Aland, you've been instructed to sail into Riga, and consult the Red Cross for a medical checkup.

Aksel Arondight: "Which leads to our next headlines. First - the end of the typhoid fever epidemic in Riga."

Marten Madsen: "Yep. The latest water tests have revealed that you can drink it now, even if you don't boil it. Again, thanks to the tireless work of the Red Cross. I'd make a comment about how lucky we are to be healthy here in Tallinn, but I'm worried that would summon an instant beam of free cancer, right through that window."

Aksel Arondight: "And, uh, speaking of water... fishing! Next up, we have an interview scheduled with the Captain of the trawler "Requiem". He'll tell us all about his experience at sea, in the Raz Special Administrative Region."

Marten Madsen: "Edge of the world! Ish. I hear there's a ton of submerged rocks, and those make this huge maze of permanent waves. A really dangerous thing to balance a boat through, but there's a lot to catch."

Aksel Arondight: "That sounds amazing! You know, I wanted to be a sailor as a kid. We'll have to wait for the interview to see how much I regret the career choice. But first, we've pulled up a tape in honour of the Federation's most far-flung member. You know, it's quite interesting how the call and response musical style is popular both in Estonia and Bretagne."

Marten Madsen: "The guy at the market who sold it to me also said what the words meant. Gangly fella, apparently sold everything to make passage to Tallinn. I gotta warn you, listeners, it's all about drinking, and the tavern's closed today."

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"drink up the cider, laou, for cider's good (drink up the cider, laou, for cider's good)
drink up the cider, laou, for cider's good
a penny, a penny for a glass
(drink up the cider, laou, for cider's good)
(a penny, a penny for a glass)
cider's made to drink, made to drink (cider's made to drink, made to drink)
cider's made to drink, made to drink (cider's made to drink, made to drink)
cider's made to drink, made to drink
and girls to love, girls to love (and girls to love, girls to love)"

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Research:
-- Current focus is Chemistry 6: 845/1063 points.
-- We've become aware of the benefits from the Red Cross Center established in this country by The Arthurian Brotherhood. This includes a doubling of tech docs for the chemistry category.

Immigration:
-- 11,000 people from 3 rolls(+perk).
-- Areas immigrants have come from this week include Lithuania, Finland, Denmark, France, and Brittany.

Finished Construction:
-- The upgrading of x2 High-Pressure Fuel Refineries is now completed. This is the highest level our research currently permits. They now produce aviation fuel, which currently serves us no purpose other than to sit around in big tanks.
-- x10 Farms have been upgraded to Mechanized Farms.
-- The Harbour in Kuressaare, Estonia, has been upgraded to a Port.
-- The Scrap Fort in Daugavpils, Latvia, has finished construction.
-- A Scrap Fort has been upgraded to a Concrete Fortress in Copenhagen, Denmark.
-- x10 Herring-class tiny fishing trawlers have been launched.
-- x4 Salamander-class tiny landing craft (tank) have been launched.
-- x8 Newt-class tiny landing craft (infantry) have been launched.
-- x1 Rita Maersk-class small cargo ship has been launched.

New Construction:
-- x8 more Herring-class trawlers have been laid down. This will continue indefinitely, unless otherwise altered.
-- x1 Rita Maersk-class cargo ship has been laid down. 12 RL days.
-- x2 Algae Farms are undergoing upgrades to become Basic Fuel Refineries. 6 RL days.
-- The Small Harbour is being upgraded to a Large Harbour in Valmeira, Latvia. 6 RL days.
-- A Small Harbour is being constructed in Copenhagen, Denmark. 12 RL days.
-- x12 Farms are beginning construction. 6 RL days.
-- As elaborated upon by the relevant Swiss perk, a research station is being constructed for the Red Cross Center in Riga. 6 RL days.

Home Guard Affairs:
-- The Pocket Battleship "Sumpurnis" (werewolf) has received its entire armament, and has entered active service. All vessels in reserve draw full upkeep, and therefore require no repair.
-- The Destroyer "Nisse" (house elf) has also entered active service.

Financial Matters:
-- 31,500 caps/7,875 marks have been generated by the sale of 1,575 winchester shotguns to the wasteland exchange.
-- x8 small ships are now trading with Griezelland. Assigned vessels:
------ container ship "Rita Maersk"
------ carrack "Leichter"
------ carrack "Renter"
------ carrack "Frey"
------ carrack "Laas"
------ carrack "Takechi"
------ carrack "Dreimanis"
------ carrack "Aunapu"

Forum View

Advertisement