This is a toxic fallout/volcanic winter/dry thunderstorm playthrough. I found it to be quite fun and in my many playthroughs with these conditions, I finally had my most rewarding run. Sit back and enjoy. <3
Prologue
The alarms sounded abruptly as indications of discord echoed through the ship's interior. The screaming sounds of wind and gust mixed in with the passengers' dismay made for a haunting afternoon that was originally scheduled for an on-board concert. One man in particular, Del, had woken up after a night out with the boys, fighting his hangover to try and ascertain if what he was hearing was his imagination or truth; he found his answer out quicker than he expected. He had opened his bay door, peering about and partially stumbling out as a woman he slept with some nights before came running down the hall. He would have greeted her had the hull not ripped apart and the space beyond not taken her into its pitch black void; it was a sobering reality that caused the twenty four year old to take hold of his door frame once the furniture began sliding along the floor.
"This is hell," he thought, closing his eyes and wishing for the nightmare to be over; and it soon was. One moment he was praying to whatever obscene God he knew that existed and the next? Blackness. Blackness that caused his mind to swim in his own subconscious trying to figure out if he was dead or alive.
Prologue
The alarms sounded abruptly as indications of discord echoed through the ship's interior. The screaming sounds of wind and gust mixed in with the passengers' dismay made for a haunting afternoon that was originally scheduled for an on-board concert. One man in particular, Del, had woken up after a night out with the boys, fighting his hangover to try and ascertain if what he was hearing was his imagination or truth; he found his answer out quicker than he expected. He had opened his bay door, peering about and partially stumbling out as a woman he slept with some nights before came running down the hall. He would have greeted her had the hull not ripped apart and the space beyond not taken her into its pitch black void; it was a sobering reality that caused the twenty four year old to take hold of his door frame once the furniture began sliding along the floor.
"This is hell," he thought, closing his eyes and wishing for the nightmare to be over; and it soon was. One moment he was praying to whatever obscene God he knew that existed and the next? Blackness. Blackness that caused his mind to swim in his own subconscious trying to figure out if he was dead or alive.