Fallout RP Midwest

The year is 2279, the BoS in Chicago has been working and helping the local tribes for years. From northern Illinois to southern Kansas, their numbers growing they must find more food and resources. Unfortunately all local places have been picked off and radioactive dust storms have been hitting the Midwest like it is nobodies business. So in a last ditch effort to find more resources the BoS sends a farely large unit towards Denver, Colorado after hearing rumors of lots of resources but lots of angry dogs roaming the area.

As the unit of BoS Knights and Paladins go out to venture off towards the Colorado wasteland. They encounter a larger then normal Sand Storm in the middle of Nebraska. Most men and women are lost to this storm, or scattered. Some find their way towards Denver to reunite with their fellow brothers and sisters. Other's not so lucky....

John was one of the many scattered or lost their way to Denver to find resources. He finally let out a loud sigh of relief after opening his little shelter covered in sand. His gieger counter was going off the charts but all he had was his weapons and some stimpacks and some Nuka-Cola. He finally tried to use a nearby radio station to signal someone.
"Hello! This is Knight Sargent John Wishmen asking if their are any Brotherhood of Steel units out there! If you can hear this I am at an old radio station near Lexington.... On Highway 30. If anyone can hear me! Please! Assistance would be much appreciated!"

John looked down at the microphone and turned it off making the message repeat itself. He found some canned foods and some dirty water while in his search for food and supplies. He searched all of Lexington, he found old rifle, ammunition, food, clean water, and lots of scrap metal and plywood to make a barricade. Which he did. He barricaded himself in a two block radius of the Radio Tower, making a sign that said, "To all BoS members and anyone looking for a place to stay or help out."

As John waited for someone to come into his little outpost, he decided to make it more livable for those who pass along. The heat was exhausting and the sand was almost unbearable. But with every thing he is doing it would be for the good of travelers everywhere. This would be a neutral territory, if some one wanted to attack another upon this outpost... Then they would be put outside and could not return.

He decided to also make the bottle caps (Nuka-Cola, Sunset Sarsaparilla, etc) as the currency. The pre-war money was also used as currency but didn't have the same value as Caps. He also made different stores, a gun store, a general goods store, and a medical area. Of course he had the main outpost building and some of the houses were still intact for people to live there if they had the caps and the will power to do so.

-----Few months later------

It had been months since John had fixed everything, no visitors and no hope left of being found. He went back to his main office building (Radio Broadcast building), and he turned the message off. He sat at his office for awhile and waited. He went out to the gate and waited as he usually did to see if anyone was coming. He just needed to have some kind of Human interaction, being by himself was quite boring and he missed even a simple hello by people.

As the days and months went by, John became quite bored. Only seeing the occasional dust storm filled with radiation. John sat at the gate as he waited.

After a few days a caravan of Wastelanders came to the camp. He waved them down and yelled, trying to get them to come here. They obliged and came into the post. John was happy, hopefully they would live here.

After he was trying to convince the caravan to live here, they agreed, unpacked their gear in separate house, and made them their homes. Some also asked John permission to buy some of the shops so when people do come by they have shops open and ready for business. John smiled happily and agreed upon it.

John was now happy that he had made some interactions with people. He now had the start of something big. Running, clean water through the town. Excess amount of food. Housing. It was going to be great.

After meeting the new townsfolk, John asked each of them if he could be the "mayor" or leader of this little establishment. The people didn't see why not, so they nodded or said yes to him being the leader of the post. John realized that this was one of the happiest moments of his life. Now he could probably go out and find more survivors to come and live in his little post/town.