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Fallout photo dump

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Guess What I Got

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Looky at What I Found

Now I just need the keys

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West Virginia, Take me Home Country Roads

Looky at what I found on my adventures across the Appalachia Wasteland

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I know what I'm doing Sunday

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have an idiot named abel

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guitars hard to draw

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This of is cool and check out there other art as well

some more abel!

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The Birth of Jash62 Trading Co and the Burning of Flatewoods

Okay so our day was fun! I hope you can tell that was sarcasm log because today was rough and kinda sucked. However we made progress and progress isn't easy. If it was, Flatwoods wouldn't be on fire right now. Two steps forward five steps back wait better make that ten steps. But hey we found Rue and we're alive, so the little things right?

(Deep sigh) So my plan of getting the resupply codes didn't go accordingly. J.P and I hiked up Flatwood ridge at dawn today and even made it up to the Ranger station tower by mid morning. Using some binoculars I found, I spotted some potential spots to go check out and maybe some settlements that aren't fricking empty.

I say this because it seems that a plague of some sort has wiped out the survivors of Appalachia sometime in 96 and that is a guess right now. Anyway we went through the  previous owners things and came up with some interesting items.

1 .308 rifle pistol decent shape

1 .45 Improvised revolver rifle poor shape

1 10mm post poor shape

1 44. Snub Nose revolver decent shape

Roughly 50 rounds of each ammo type listed above

4 frag grenades

assortment of useful junk

2 complete med kits

2 survival backpacks

Assortment of can and jar food

With our findings neatly tucked away, J.P and I counted up the ridge and that is where we hit our first snag. These big green men looking things started firing on us and we had to take cover. In the ensuing firefight we used up two grenades and half our ammo we just found. Moreover it was just 5 basterds and even then we had to spend 5 rounds to be sure they were dead.

We either suck at shooting or they're tough to take down. J.P thinks they are tough to take down because of their makeshift armor and thick hides. Doesn't matter now their dead we won. J.P and I move onwards and upwards to our goal. It was mid day when we hit our next snag. The military grade automatic defences of the radio station were still operational.

So after using the rest of our ammo and grenades we took the station. Woo-hoo victory easy-peasy right?

Wrong!

The dang requisition terminal was busted and we had to fix it. It took the rest of the afternoon to fix however the pay off was good. Those green men had three additional resupply codes making the total resupply code orders to 5. I took my time with making my order, and was able to come up with enough food, water and ammunition for Flatwoods population for at least a week.

Happy with our find J.P and I made our way down to Jessica to tell her that there would be a supply drop in the morning. On the way down the weather was starting to turn fowl but I snapped this picture.

We made it to town and to Jessica just as the storm was really hammering down. The smell that the water brought to our attention was down right fowl as the weather. However the shopping list we brought back made everyone happy.

Because it was J.P and I that got the supplies for everyone, it was up to us to set the terms and conditions of those supplies for everyone. Needless to say and thanks to Jessica's charisma, J.P's intelligence and my perceptional instincts, Jash62 trading company was born. Paper work and all.

However nothing is that easy. Somehow, someway, Jimmy's crew got wind of our deal and decided. “Screw it if there not going to give us a cut to help protect the town I'm going to take it all.” his words exactly.

How do I know this? Well that's easy he told us as his crew herded us into the center of town with military grade gear. Gave us this huge speech of survival of the fittest and how he was now the new Overseer. Blah blah blah.

It was when the supplies flew over Us all and Jimmy's crew abandon their posts that J.P Jessica and I took our chance and ran for it. Which other people took that chance and legged it too. That's when Jimmy's crew open fire on us all. Some died running, others took a final stand and took a couple of the bastards with them. One group even made a firing line to give covering fire for others to run.

Jessica, J.P and I ran for the church where we found Rue and his people patching some wounded up and ushering others out the back. that's when Jimmy's crew turn their guns on us. Rue told us to give some covering fire, so I took my my newly refurbished rifle and climbed to the bell tower. I'm not sure what happened but I remember the drills that the security sargent had us do in the survival training and began to open fire. I got in this rhythm, sight my target, breath in, put the iron sights on the target, breath out, quick calculation of distance, breath in, finger on the trigger, breath out, cheek behind the targets background, breath in, squeeze the trigger, breath out as the shot is fired, breath in, reload next round into chamber, breath out, and repeat.

This seemed to go on for hours. The screaming, the shooting, the calling for god's mercy or mothers, the smell of smoke gunpowder and blood. It seemed to go on forever all in slow motion, until Jessica grabbed me by the shoulders and yelled “We have to go, they set the church on fire!

That's when reality sped back up for me and we ran. Ran until we couldn't, ran until we could no longer smell the smoke, hear the screams and taste the blood.

It's here we found ourselves at the base of the Flatwood mountain trail. It's here we find ourselves checking eachother for wounds, it's here we find ourselves exhausted, it's here where the gravity of our folly found us, it's here we almost gave up.

This is Jash Shepard logging out.

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Welp I'm Alive

Hey there log how's it going. Me well I'm high as a kite right now. But log you ask how am I alive and high as a kite. Well that's simple, my buddy J.P found me bleeding out at the Overseer's camp site and bless the man he had medical supplies that patch me right up. Part of that supplies was some med-x and Ohhhh boy let me tell you this is some strong stuff. One dose and off to neverland I went and I'm coming down of the high now.

I told him of Jimmy and his crew and he told me how everyone is at Flatwoods trying to get on there collective feet. However supplies is running short and they need people to scavenged some. Since Jimmy's crew went east I told J.P we need to go west away from Jimmy and J.P agreed. So we are headed back into town so I can register as a volunteer first responder trade off the Overseer's stash, and see if we can find Rue or Jessica.

I told J.P about the Overseer's mission and he agrees with me about keeping it quiet for now. People are panicking enough as it is we don't need to spread more fear. I'll get back to ya later log.

Oh boy things are a lot worse than I thought. first and foremost we meet this nut case on the outskirts of town eyeing J.P and I melevontly.

Then we pass a fist fight over a dead two headed possum, and then a gun fight broke out in the middle of town. Luckily no one was hurt but it's anarchy here. Jess is barely keeping things together as is and she practically cried on me. the thing is that I don't know if she was relieved to see me and J.P or the supplies we brought in.

Now Jessica is one of the strongest if not the most patient women I know behind the Overseer, and if she's at her wit's end then things are really bad. However i have a plan that should make her life a little better if not a little easier. In the stash was some drone resupply codes, and the Overseer had a map drawn for a radio station on top of the ridge overlooking Flatwoods. J.P and I are headed out in the morning to see if we can get someone to airdrop us supplies at Flatwoods.

We will see how it goes.

This is Jash Shepard logging out.

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Well Today Sucks

I mean really Log what the hell. Probably help if I start from the beginning and fuck Jimmy by the by. So from last I put my thoughts to Pipboy, I was off to track down the Overseer and I found her camp, but that's where things went to hell in a handbasket. It has been only 60 hours since I left the vault and roughly 48 since the vault should have shut down. So here's the thing Log everyone has lost there puppy dog minds (as mom would put it).

Jimmy and his crew have been a pain in the Vaults ass for a while now and that was before reclamation day. However now they are a down right menace. Jimmy and his crew has somehow got a hold of some decent weapons and robbed me for all I was worth. Then those assholes shot me in the leg and then they ran north.

I thought that we were all supposed to work together not rip at each other throats. This is not the unity the Overseer was teaching us in the Vault. If this is how things are going to be I don't know what the point is. The worst of it is that I think Jimmy has hit a main vain in my leg and I don't have a Stim-Pack to stem the bleeding so I might die here tonight anyways. Well I guess no Valhalla for me, but I hope Hades will judge me worthy and can find me a decent place that's not the meandering planes. At least I might see mom and Milly again. Well if someone finds this, please go help the Overseer and if you can find Jimmy and his crew along the way, put a bullet in him for me please.

This Jash Izamo Shepard signing off

PS. I took this picture this morning before the sun rise and at least I have seen more true beauty in the last 60hrs than 25 years in the Vault.

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It's Not as Bad as I Thought.

Okay it's official. It's Oct 23 2102 and I drank waaay too much yesterday at the reclamation party and was late to the evacuation of the vault. Good thing or bad depending on your view, we have 24 hrs to leave the vault. I'm hoping we will find a way to circumvent the shut down of the critical systems of the vault. We could use the resources from this place to help rebuild Appalachia.

Anyway once I realized I was late to the evac, I grabed my bug out bag full of water and food rations that I have been stock piling for weeks and the comp supplies from Vault-Tec. I made my way to the open door saying good by to all the Mr Handys that I grew up with. I stopped at the door took a deep breath and made my way out to the Appalachias. I was greeted with this.

Okay that was taken later when I remembered that I had a camera but the view from the vault was just as breath taking.

The other thing is I my be a little of a snoop and went into the Overseer's office. I went through her computer and was greeted with a little tibit. Vault-Tec had a mission for the Overseer, to secure the local nuclear missile silos by herself. Now I grew up with the old bat and she's pretty badass. A hardliner but fare and was the grandma that all of us frist gens kids didn't have. We where all her favorites but I'm pretty sure that I was her most favorite archivest.

However, that's a bit much to put on one woman's shoulders. Even one as badass as her, that's to much for one person and she is going to need help. I'm sure if anyone can do this mission is her, because if she could keep that vault together with all those ego driven idiots for 25 years and keep us angel biters in line. Securing missile silos is going to be a vacation. But she had cultivated a dedicated team and now she's on her own. So I'm currently on her trail and on the look out for my friends. I hope I can find all of them.

This is Jash sighing off.

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Sweet Mother Maria it's Real!

Sorry for not posting to you log but whooo but shit is getting real. The Overseer had been cracking down on all departments. Jimmy even got isolated in his room for a day when he was slacking too much. I'm in the archives department and the Overseer had us backing everything up and putting it on Mobil hardware. Thank god they gave me archivest over vault chaplain. Speaking of which Jessica is putting overtime in to her position. With the rumors and simulation going on everyone seems to be finding god again. As of right now best trade I have ever done. I'm currently waiting for my "personal prayer time" with her so we can take a break and shoot the shit over the latest gossip. Other than Anders she's my best source of information on the people.

We're supposed to meet up with Anders and Rue later to discuss strategy. We're also hoping to goat rope J.P from his westerns to talk with us. Out of our little circle J.P has the best survival scores out of us frist gens. But then again his uncle did serve in Anchorage like his father always braged about. Jessica has the best diplomatic skills out of all of us and can charm a snake out of its skin. As for Anders, well he grew up in the Appalachias so he knows them best even if he is old.

Whoops that's the bell I'll do this later

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Dear Journal. Dairy? Log?! Whatever.

Something is happening. Well a lot is happening but there is an undercurrent circulating through the vault, rumors afloat about us finally getting out of here. It's not the frist time this has happened. Probably won't be the last.

I have mixed feelings about it but I hope it's true. Mom always said there was a kernel of truth to the storage people spread. Also I'm getting awfully tired of all the bs around here.

Also I have been having dreams since I was a kid about the outside world like its almost real but in the future. Boston, LA, Washington DC, and Las Vegas to name a few, but instead of the idealistic pictures in the books that are shared and traded around the vault. these places are all a wreck. As one of the old securty officers said war is hell and war, war will never change. If my dreams are true I'm going to have to agree with him.

However I'm dreaming so vividly now about the Appalachias and the hardships we face. It makes me want to pick up writing again. It's like when I was a kid and Doc Anders (Who is the late night shift bartender that was a leading psychologist from CIT) said to write them down or in this case type them down to get them out of my head as an exercise. At least Dad not here to sell off my dream diaries any more >p

But that's besides the point I'm going to Anders and see what he has dug up. Catch ya later diary. Also Rue if your reading this piss off you prick this is my file on the computer.

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Heeellllow out there anybody there?

Hello my name is Jash Izamo Shepard (not really but that's not here nor there), nice to meet you. This is my first tumblr account and it will tell my story of my travels, trials, and tales of my trip across the Appalachia wasteland and life in general.

Now some base rules:

I do not own the fallout universe or characters or any other OCs I'll run into game wise

I will own my character and his back story

In game character (Fallout76 universe) as the Jash Izamo Shepard will start with a dear diary or journal entry. Anything else will probably be news updates.

As of right now it's a touch and go processes and updates will be sporadic.

Also tips, spell check, grammar check and suggestions are welcome

Also as a tumblr newb help and tips are welcome