Even though you guys the masses. No one on this planet has been able to avoid Some of them head for Vegas to join the ranks being exposed to some degree of radiation. More of the Devoted. Killing you off is really just Doomsayer and her converts form the nucleus of like killing off the future of our race. The truth of the matter is these satellite cult communities. And most largest are in Arizona, Southern Oregon, and of us are good people. These last few folks die.
Ultimately we want else, Silas wants to get his hands on as much peace and hope restored to the world. Even if we ghost rock as he can. They banded together and headed north. Joan and the Heretics Now I finally get to the part about some of us Doomsayers being good and not bad.
This is the part of the story I want you guys to pay close attention to, especially the golf pro over there. And you too, Mr. Those of us who survived the flight from Silas formed our own little band of the faithful. Mostly we were mutants from the old school, folks who had first started following Silas back when he truly followed the faith and spoke the truth.
Deep down, we all believe the same thing. We know from divine revelation and our faith that Joan, leader of the Schismatics. A civil war among the hippy, if you remember those types. More importantly, fighting a war seen her since those first few weeks after we like that, the way Silas would, just brings us broke away from Silas.
Joan is sure as Hell a lot down to his level. Silas was there was something different about Joan. She not our main concern now; the Harbinger was. She was We had to find and protect the Harbinger until so perfectly devout in the Word of the Atom that he or she grew strong enough to lead us into the you felt she was talking with the Great Saints new golden era. That last part, about a golden themselves. Like I said before, we want peace she actually did talk to a Saint, and not just any between humans and Chosen and that means one of them, but the head honcho herself: making sure the two get along.
Silas and his Megan Holst, the First Saint. To hear Joan tell it, crew give mutants a bad name. If we are going Megan appeared to her in a dream.
With her to protect the Harbinger and help usher in an trademark buzzcut white hair and intense eyes, era of peace, we have to do something to she was unmistakable Vegas has portraits of convince people that mutants and the true Cult her and all the other Great Saints all over the of Doom are not to be feared, but are shepherds place. Megan told Joan that soon one would looking over the flock of normals as we travel to come who would lead the world into a new the next era.
Joan would So we set ourselves up as very public good recognize this new mutant messiah by its pale examples of what Doomsayers can be. What then organized us along the lines of a spy or that means is open to interpretation. Joan talked terrorist network. As much as Silas side. That pointed to reincarnation and the idea wants to rule the world, he wants Joan and the that we should be looking out for a baby with a rest of us dead, dead, dead.
He even knows about third eye. Joan and most of the others leaned the Harbinger. We only have two goals: spread the sending the Harbinger out to help us. In that word and find the big H. The former we do case, the Harbinger could be old or young.
Obviously this was not an argument anyone was We pretty much just wander around looking going to win that day. Luckily we Doomsayers know how to protect ourselves. Praise be to the Great Saints and Rasmussen for their gift of knowledge. Since we had to go everywhere but nowhere in specific, Joan came up with the cell system I mentioned a minute ago. Each of us pretty much just heads off on his own, or maybe with one or two other Doomsayers.
We try not to gather in large groups if we can at all help it. Hell, most newbies have never even laid eyes on Joan. He might also know some of the favorite haunts of his Mentor the veteran Doomsayer who teaches him his powers. Heretical Doomsayers seek to aid normals as well as mutants. A single Doomsayer these drops. We even write in a special code you usually knows the general whereabouts of two, can only translate through the Way.
This loose chain of no matter how hard you beat me. She read it. I wear done this. The only thing that would make her purple, so I must be a good guy. Sure, sometimes do so is someone finding the Harbinger or if the the bad guys put on a purple robe and try to cult found her silo. On the flip side, Schismatics heal your in the walls of old buildings, trees, and all kinds sick, fight violent mutants, and go out of our of out-of-the-way places.
We just have them. Mostly we put messages in the drops. And we both believe in telling everyone about it. Going undercover defeats the purpose. Even the Adepts and Initiates of the Cult of Doom wear something to identify them as followers of Silas. Sometimes there may be a little retribution, however, such as when you unfairly harm the Chosen. He may be getting ready to launch another major offensive, grab himself some more territory, or even form an alliance with some other force like, Atom forbid, the Combine.
Our only goal is to nurture the evolutionary process and make the transition as painless as possible for both norms and mutants alike. We do that by helping people and, hopefully, finding the Harbinger. I heard there was a large force from the Cult of Doom heading your way, and I came to either talk some sense into them or blast them into atoms. Then I get here, and you beat me senseless. Some thanks. I want to thank you normies for your charming hospitality.
And to you, Librarian, I hope your recorder managed to capture everything I had to say. Spread the word. Now I must be going. Places to go, things to do, you know. I have no intention of Trevor Baines, as he was last seen. Since you are reading this, Be well, my friends. I hope we can meet again one of my closest followers must have deemed under more friendly circumstances some day. The Glow be with you.
You have not set upon on easy course, my Oh, I almost forgot about you, Librarian. That ought to give you a new everywhere. Ah, I see you are From here on, you will spend much of your already one of us.
Tell me, did your pals here time on your own or with those few companions know of the mutations lurking beneath your you choose to surround yourself with. I thought not. Mother Earth is a very big place, Do not anger me. As we scatter interview.
I everywhere. The old world is gone, man, but if Listen well, for you will see within our leader you look through the darkness and fear you can a light so pure only the holy Hell of a ghost-rock see a new world being brought to light all bomb can compare. You will hear words so true around us.
We, the Chosen, are that new world even a child will know they are sincere. Allow made flesh. The normals, the poor Doomed yourself to feel her touch, and the warmth of normals, are the dying flesh of the old world.
Greetings fellow Chosen! May the Glow bless you with its wisdom and guide you in your Pity the Doomed times of need! The Glow is pleased you have As the new Children of the Atom, we owe seen its shining light and found the path to the much to the Doomed. They made the ultimate future. They gave up their entire world so that we would be born in the ashes. We must give them comfort in their final hours so that they might, I am Joan.
None of us know how the Glow. The Shepherd the Flock Harbinger is, like, our future, you know? We devote ourselves hand with the first. Just as we, like, spread the fully to finding and protecting this glorious Word of Doom to the normals, so too must we being and ultimately helping him remake the spread words of hope to the Chosen.
You must world in peace and harmony. We could not succeed in our sacred calling if we did not make every effort to The Way of the Atom show these poor souls the true glory of their Any Chosen can embrace the loving light of Chosen nature. Draw them forth, and lead them the Glow, but only a Sayer of Doom can master down the path to righteousness. Just as Rasmussen first taught me and his our existence, who we call the Harbinger. We other followers the Way of the Atom, my followers and I will teach you the mysteries of the Way as well.
With the power of the Glow opened within you, none shall stand in your path. Learning to wield the power of the Glow is, like, the most beautiful experience in your life. The horrors of the outside world pale beside the demons and desires and things that haunt your own soul. To master the Glow, you must look within yourself and release all your hatred and anger with the world.
You must take all your energy and use it for good. Only then will the Glow embrace you and allow you to be its master. Yes, Silas and the Cult of Doom have evil in their hearts, and the Glow serves them too.
But it also devours them in the process. Look to the Doombringers. Their hate has eaten them up inside, turning them into monsters controlled by their fears. Only through love can you master the power of the Glow and realize your full potential. Only through love can you help us reach the shining future that awaits us. A Doomsayer initiate lives for 40 days on nothing but radiation.
What you do next is largely up to Your training begins by learning the songs you and where your soul takes you. Unlike the and prayers of our faith. Any of our number can deluded Silas and the poor souls that follow him, teach you the prayers. By committing them to we are a commune of like-minded individuals.
In fact, you will probably meet your fellow Once you have set your soul and thoughts in Heretics only rarely. There is too much work to order and accepted the Glow into your heart, you be done for you to travel in groups.
Now you begin to actually manipulate the Letter Drops flow of energy through your own body. Embrace Your Mentor will tell you how to make it.
Channeling the Glow is an orgasmic contact with him and others of our cause experience. Learn to control it well, however, or should you need them. We have allow in the face of the many dangers ahead of drops scattered all over the land to communicate you. Your Mentor will guide you during this important and secret information to each other critical stage of learning and growth. Saint Megan Holst, is the only way to learn the Silas will someday figure out how to break our power of the Glow.
Only by studying with an code, as we will learn to break his, so be careful experienced Doomsayer can you learn to wield even when sending information by the drops.
Should you find the Harbinger, never reveal his location. Instead, leave directions on where you Initiation can be found, then watch anyone who seeks you When you have mastered the miracle we call carefully. Then you will live on nothing but the such a bummer, and serving the Glow should be power of the atom and your faith for 40 days.
Learning to perform Now it is up to you to apply those traits. Do so individual miracles takes time and practice, but wisely, for we are the future of humanity. Seek your Mentor only when you They may hear, but they do not listen.
In response, we consume and rule them. You become monsters. See the person within the more than a few occasions. Although we never monster, and redeem him if you can. Stay your take joy in killing fellow Chosen, you must hand; kill only if you must. Sometimes just protect your own life to continue preaching the showing such people the power the Glow gives Truth.
Never lose sight of that. It could be on your side too if you change Glow against you, our cause, or any innocent, your ways. Kill if you must. The have to resort to more drastic measures. Use Doombringers are not Chosen, they are your power when you need to. A true Doomsayer the Damned given form on Earth. Do not stay the lives of the innocent, turning the norms your hand; destroy these foul against the Chosen and giving their strength to hatemongers on sight.
Even worse, violent monsters are you, for they are no longer human. But likewise likely to kill our beloved Harbinger. Weed out the violent genes from the destroy these inhuman monsters forever. His High Priests and Adepts are particularly for greatness. Evil and temptation has so pervaded Slaying your brother and sister Chosen might their souls that they are beyond redemption. You leave you with a bad vibe. Do not lose faith. It will probably never encounter one of these just means it was not their time to see the truth.
Eventually the wisdom and temper people! That would be a great deed in the legacy of our way will create a new future of hope for of the heretics.
Do I sound like Silas? But where On Dealing with the Doomed Silas uses force to kill innocent norms, we use As you travel, you will find normals who have our force only to nurture those who are good yet to hear of the power of the Glow and of the and peaceful, and to wipe out those who would sad fate that awaits them. Why do we tell them? You will inevitably come across communities We need to convince them that not all Chosen of Chosen who have already given themselves to muties as they call us are evil or worthy of the Cult of Doom.
If we make them understand our bummer, but take heart. Tell the Truth that we know. Show them to give up on their children who are born the love of the Glow. If that fails, you must Chosen. If they know the Chosen are destined to unfortunately teach them the power of the Glow replace normals as the masters of the world, with the full fury of the Atom.
What loving parent would not want to and normals can get along in peace and see her child grow in harmony instead of fear? Of course, your life is dangerous, and What parent does not want her children to have you confer some of that danger on those that a better life than she did, especially in these are close to you. Just make sure that your Truly, in this new world after the Apocalypse, friends understand the risks that hanging with only the Chosen are equipped to live happy and you imposes.
While at first the Doomed might A final word of warning: Never reveal the not like to hear their fate, they usually become secrets of the Chosen to any of the Doomed, more friendly once you prove to them you have even your closest friends. The identity of other their best interests at heart. Purify anything about myself or my inner circle, the their water, protect them from the storm, heal mysteries of the Way of the Atom—all must their sick and injured, help them rebuild their remain secret.
You may trust your friends with homes and reap their crops. Even cure them of your life, but please do not trust our lives with the Glow if they are not yet ready to accept its your friends. Even if their intentions are pure, touch upon their frail bodies. Every act of aid Doomed make mistakes or let the wrong things builds good will. Good will builds harmony and slip out. They must not know our secret ways. No Doomsayer will ever teach you new comfortable in your presence, never treat you miracles or share the secrets of our cause.
And like one of the family. This is only natural. Never forget that. Still, you can only the rest of us can see. Few who have made it as far only them but you and the cause as well. There are too few of us to spread the word for anyone to stay in one place. Staying too long in one place and doing good deeds is a worthless gesture, friend, if the Cult of Doom levels the town just to get at you. Stay on the move.
Doomed Relations Although Doomed and Chosen differ in many important ways, we all still grow from the same roots; we still have the same emotional and spiritual needs. Although most Doomed have not found room in their hearts to love the Chosen, there are a few exceptions.
Sometimes you meet such individuals, and you may even become close friends with one. The life of a Doomsayer can be quite lonely at times. Deal with your issues, man. The advantages of such soulmates are clear. They provide companionship and even help in dangerous situations. Such friendships also set a good example to the rest of the Doomed. Having Doomed friends shows the world that Chosen Being a Doomsayer is a happy and fulfilling lifestyle. This is the mark that sets us apart from those who came before us, who were once our brothers and sisters in flesh as well as spirit.
The following files also come from Trevor Baines, the Doomsayer Some of you have horns and claws and hooves. There were many segments on his Some of you have skin like armor or that glows dataslug; it is unclear whether he transferred the following files like molten metal. I myself have these strange intentionally or not. Many of you have known rejection from former friends and family. You have been First Sermon of Silas shunned, reviled, cast out by those who had once looked upon you with love.
Put aside that Welcome to all of you, brethren. I am glad to pain. We are your new family. We will not shun see so many of you here. Some of you I you.
Here you will find hope and strength to recognize. Many of you are new to me. I greet continue as, believe me, you must. We need every you all now as you should greet each other, as one of you to help build a better world.
We must coming and we can all do our part to help create stand together or face extinction, just as we it. I have touched the Glow, the benevolent must strive to overcome the evil within ourselves lifegiving radiation that surrounds us now. It has and without. For we are locked in a terrifying given me strength and power. It has granted me struggle in which not only our own lives are at the strength to overcome the beast which stake but our entire species and indeed the very oppressed us, and it has blessed me with the world.
Look Look around you now. Those of you who are at this halo of light which surrounds my hand. The Glow the hoods of your robes. Silas addresses a crowd. This was back in the early days, before Doomsayers started wearing robes. I claim no special holiness. In my Lost Vegas.
From this day forward, we shall call previous life I was not a believer, and I did many it Lost Vegas, for the norms have lost this great evil things, things of which I am deeply center of the Glow.
And you have all seen what ashamed. I can claim no special goodness or its holy light does to those normals who come worth. They either become like us, or they die. Yet I have been blessed, and perhaps, yes, There is a reason for this.
The Glow envelopes perhaps that is the point. I was just like all of the world now, and it will become stronger. As it you—for who here can stand with hand on heart does, only the Chosen will survive. The Glow has and say that they have not sinned? Perhaps the chosen us to survive, and the simplest proof of point is that if I can be Chosen, so can you. Look around you!
Look at these tumbled- The changes that have come over our bodies down buildings, the ruins of the mighty are not badges of shame. They are symbols that civilization of which we were all so proud. Think we are the elect, that we have been chosen to of the open graves and the skeletons in the live and build a new world among the ruins of streets.
Look at all this destruction. Think of the the old. Show your mutations with pride, billions who died screaming. And ask yourself knowing that they are part of the covenant this: Why was I spared? Take a moment and do it now. Of course, there are those who will oppose us. Think of the gigatons and gigatons of ghost- There are those who do not know their time is rock bombs, the most potent destructive devices done and who do not understand that it is their ever created, that rained down from the heavens.
Think of the biological weapons that were There are dark things in this world, the dead do unleashed, of the terrifying plagues that killed not stay in their graves, and many more so many. Think of the endless famines where monsters like Grendel haunt the nights. Fear not! Think In the end, we will triumph. Go on, ask yourself how likely was it that in the middle of this vast maelstrom of violence Fourth Sermon of Silas and death you were spared?
For each of you Brethren, I have a confession to make. I have standing here, thousands more are now dead. Now that the Glow has Was it blind luck that spared you?
Each and every living thing on this planet was You all know that our world was destroyed by spared for a reason. You, my brothers, were ghost-rock bombs. You all saw them fall. You spared by the power of the Glow. All of you are saw your homes destroyed and your loved ones its Chosen. We are every one of us here the killed. You saw evil energies unleashed.
You saw Chosen of the Glow. You saw Let me speak to you now of the Glow. I am a your own bodies change into new and unfamiliar simple man. I cannot find the words to tell you shapes.
Many of you became sick. Many of you one tenth of what I need to describe it. The Glow surrounds our planet. It is a My confession is simple. I was one of those benevolent thing which aids its chosen. It lay who helped build those bombs that did so much dormant from the dawn of creation and was destruction. No, I did not make them with my woken by the falling of the bombs. It is energy own hands.
I did not pack them into aircraft or in its purest form, and the radiation that the missiles. I did not fire them. I did something bombs unleashed is one manifestation of its worse. I helped create them. I change and alter us. In a very real sense, we are helped recreate and improve on his work.
In my all its children. Its holy radiation altered us, pride and in my folly, I laid the groundwork for made us what we are today, allowed us to thrive this destruction. I was part of the team that where others died. Think of it! You, all of you, lived on in a place You are silent, as well you might be. I where radiation is so strong that most so-called understand how you feel. Long nights have I normal people sicken and die within hours. You brooded on this thing. Long nights have I lain all know this is true!
I have. Last night it was given I believe it, and I am no longer ashamed of what to me. I did. You know me as the Prophet, the Chosen of I am proud. I am proud that I helped bring mantle I have taken on reluctantly, but Doom to a corrupt civilization and end the fear nonetheless I have done my best to be worthy of and madness that sickened our world. I helped it. If it is truly the case, then the fact that I create the conditions from which a new and helped create these bombs was not an accident.
Even then I was a vessel of the Glow and Those of you who fought in the Last War, the worked unwittingly to perform its will. Pick up your weapons again, and help built, that all this destruction was part of its defend our new way. I believe that we are the elect, that we revelation. The bombs were built, the world was changed, and I stand before you now The Sermon before Virginia City preaching the will of the Glow.
I tell you it was Brethren, sad news has come to us today. As all part of one vast plan, envisioned by a higher you know, the Chosen are persecuted power than ourselves. Often they are cast out by those Think back on the old civilization.
Recall what that once professed to love them. Sometimes it was like. Was it not ruled by fear and greed they are slain. Think of all the hundreds of A few days ago, not far from here at a place nations who competed for scarce resources and called Virginia City, such a travesty was who were so afraid of each other that they built committed.
Two young men were found to be weapons capable of such incredible destruction. When they were caught Think of the poverty and the squalor and the returning, they were put to death. How many of you My brothers and sisters, what do you say spent your entire lives in the hopeless pursuit of about this?
Was this right? It was not right; it was not just; and they Our civilization, of which we were so proud, had committed no crime.
These two Chosen, was not a blessing to us or to our world. It was these innocent victims, were guilty of one thing a great cancer spreading across the globe, only: being different!
It was doomed anyway, doomed by the shall the Cult of Doom do about this injustice? Can we stand by when such finite resources. In the end, one world was not atrocities are perpetrated against our brethren? The cancer had to spread to other Can we stand idly by while the Chosen are slain worlds, to the moon, to the stars. In the end, by the primitive norms? It would have No? Of course we cannot. Then we should turned everything it touched to dust and ash. We should march on this modern-day The Glow looked down upon our world and Gomorrah and strike a blow for the Chosen knew it was doomed.
So it decided to give us a everywhere! I leave it to you, the leaders of our clean slate, a tabula rasa, to excise the movement, the most wise citizens of Lost Vegas. What say you? That is why the bomb March. As I thought. That is why the end came for the old Your voices have been heard. We shall march. It was not from cruelty; it was not from Now go to your homes.
Gather your friends. It was Gather your sons and daughters. Gather your for the good of the world and for the countless weapons. Gather your ammunition. And gather generations to come. It was a treatment for a your strength.
Let us begin our glorious crusade! We have swept aside those who would destroy us and given them cause to fear our might. The Fist of Doom fell on Virginia City like a hammer and split it like a rotten melon. Be proud of what you have done today. You have brought the creation of our new world one step closer. By your strength and your courage, you have cast down a mighty citadel of corruption and evil. Do not weep for those who fell here. Do not lament, for they have entered a mode of existence that transcends mere mortality.
Have no remorse about killing our foes. They deserved no mercy. Did they not strafe us with machine-gun fire before we even announced our purpose? Did they not shower us with petrol bombs as we stormed the gates? Did they not hew at our bodies with blades and knives as we entered? They showed us no mercy and in turn knew to expect none. The so-called normals have looked down upon us for too long.
This day we have given them cause to fear us. For too long the so-called normals have tormented us. From this day forth, let them beware. We will no longer tolerate their attacks upon our people. We will no longer suffer their taunts and impudence.
We will no longer endure their presence in this world which is ours by divine right. The Glow has given this world into our keeping. These people have defied its will, and now they must suffer for it. It is no longer enough for us to sit and wait for them to die off. Be assured that it will happen, but why should we tolerate their attacks on our people and their murders of our folk? They are doomed anyway, so let us hasten this doom in order to preserve the lives of our own.
Let us cleanse our lands of their wickedness and intolerance. Let us show them that their day is over and a new day has dawned: the day of the mutant! I am calling on you now to join me in a great crusade, to free this tortured land from those who would slay us. Anyone who falls in battle does so with my blessing, the blessing of the Prophet, and is assured of going directly into the presence of the Glow and mingling his essence with it.
Anyone who kills a so-called normal does so with my blessing and thus earns a place for himself among the worthiest of the Chosen. Go forth from this place, and rally our people, and sweep these decadent, evil fools into oblivion. I leave you now to think on these words. Silas again, this time after the Virginia City Massacre.
They keep mostly to themselves, but various minions. You see, they mutants and Doomsayers operating out of Idaho. Most of what he shared has been little life for themselves—but before I git revealed in more detail elsewhere. Of particular interest, however, was ahead of myself, let me tell you about Black his knowledge on several noteworthy Doomsayers he had encountered.
I Ursa and the Major. It was a You wanna hear tell about Doomsayers, eh? A story weaver like me has got to stay on than the tale of the Doomsayers. If Doomsayers are what ya want, Doomsayers The bar was real smoky-like, and I could is what ya get.
Now let me ask my little Muse to barely see my hand in front of my face. All in all, a place close to my think a little clearer. Ah, yeah. Thanks, stranger. The guard was making all tough like, but he was just dwarfed by the shape in the doorway. The bear snarled for a moment, but just stood aside.
The bear just tosses some shiny nuggets—gold, it musta been—at the barkeep, and everything was okay. The crowd just sorta parted for the bear and his little buddy. No one wanted to get near to him. Now this was a story.
I sat down with the bear—or at least tried to. I felt pressure in my head as the. Before he strangulated. I apologize for any the woods came these creatures. The Major inconvenience. The Major can be a little seemed a purty courageous dude, but even he overenthusiastic sometimes. Some was trained as mutie what looked an awful lot like one.
Doomsayers; the rest was well-armed. They Naturally, I started right in with the questions: tamed that land, little by little. The Major joined Who are you? Hell, what are you? But he safe for his family. Turns out he was a mutant named Black Ursa I been to Amarna since then, and I met many from a faraway place called Amarna. Many Lectors. Mutants like Ursa found out the hard way that no one—not Silas, not Joan—really Cleon Bishop and the 13th Hourmen accept the horribly mutated.
Bishop was something humble mutants real bad, like trogs, just because of the before the War. I think he worked in a way they look. No one 99 I know that sounds weird, but there it is. So knows for sure. As the tales say, Famine rode search for a new place, which he got in his mind right into Iowa City, carrying her wrath with her. It was Slithering, crawling, slobbering, screaming, his duty for this guy Avatar and the other screeching, flapping, leaping—every sort of mutants.
Maybe his mind just snapped that day, and heel-alot—sorry, my memory plays tricks on me. Major was reborn. Great occasions bring out the greatness real tight-lipped while Ursa and I talked. It was in people I reckon. He just nodded his head, and the Major finally stared down that rabble of Hell, and Famine too. A powers back then. Major had When the ghost-rock radiation finally left its been a purty good soldier in his day, so his mark on Cleon, thick, bony horns curled out of training was much in demand.
Lots of folk in the early days were. The 13th Hourmen just says these West. He said he was being delivered into the who knows? A lot of them still wear the purple, some purple robes. Cleon always had Firebringer big plans for the future. One by one, he gathered The most mysterious Doomsayer I ever a band of fighters around him. Some were met is Firebringer. I ran into him once in mutants; some were human.
He took them in the hinterlands of the Great Basin. I was and taught them all he knew. You three. Heck, a group of four or five purple robes ever seen a black so deep it kinda glowed? Cleon, Well, that was the horse. And its eyes. Almost like I just he said that the world is in the 13th hour. And the saddle, it shined with bits scientists used to monitor the war situation.
And real, real thin. But not a sickly we clean up the mess from the old one. He had that ropy, wiry strength about him. Of enough, so he kinda went out on his own. He course I knows those robes. Mostly niche for himself. The Hourmen became a law- these folks pity us norms. His flesh seemed Cleon wants to forge an army to destroy Silas to be burnt real bad, but it never done healed once and for all.
He calls out to all the purple straight. Normally, fire leaves scars—pretty bad robes who are frustrated with the small ones too. Funny guy looked like his burns were fresh. He takes just about everyone cracks.
The initiation process is supposed to be glance. He just sorta smiled, like he meant no pretty severe, but the results speak for harm. He lifted up both his hands to show that themselves. That was the town I knew was only a few hours away. You will find only death there. My voice mighta trembled a bit then. These parts are dangerous, even to a tale-teller such as yourself. That night we camped together, huddled against a warm fire. I do not sleep, at least as you mortals do.
None shall harm you this night. The purple robe turned out to be Jason What he told me sometimes keeps me awake Nichols. He trained Firebringer and taught him at night. His skin was black the Glow. The purples said they done never seen as ghost rock, and he had no clothes. He Firebringer learnt all he could from the purples walked and walked.
He now mighty strange in the desert. He destruction. Wormlings are remember a thing from before that day in the fierce critters, but this fella was even stranger, so desert, except that he needs to find the Gates. I believe him. Suddenly, the world lit up in green flames. The rest ran for cover. Now I knew right cross. We all piled out after the two. Blue every other week about his friend. I this Doomsayer is almost as good as he thinks.
Philadelphia Kid and Blue Note. He meters high. The Kid drew shave. Trogs dropped left and right. People was screaming and running around. There was just utter chaos. And the Kid was laughing— laughing—like he was enjoying it all. He loves the thrill, I tell you. Least not anyone that I hung around with. Now the next bit is only what I saw, and I could be wrong, but Blue Note appeared out of nowhere next to the Doombringer.
Anyway, Blue Note just kinda appeared out of nothingness and blew up the Doombringer. One second he was there; another, there was this big explosion and Blue Note disappeared again. I had The Philadelphia Kid goes to town on a Combine automaton.
Were they going to attack? No one seemed to mind though. Later I asked the Kid where he got his name. He says he saw the word Philadelphia on some old map and took a shining to the name. Blue Note, he says, raised him and is sort of his pappy. But like I said, my memory plays tricks with me sometimes. I will say something about the Philadelphia Kid though. And he can jump like a frog on a hotplate. Brin Brin is a woman. I think she was from Canada or some such.
No joke. Weird, huh? Mutations kinda are like that. One fella grows some sort of second head up outta his shoulder; the next becomes the most perfect specimen of womankind what ever walked the The Hekants earth.
In my travels, I was fellas. Thirteen years have passed since the Reckoners appeared, and civilization is once more attempting to assert itself in small, isolated pockets. Players take on the roles of characters struggling to survive the nightmarish wasteland that the Reckoners left behind. A variety of mundane and arcane archetypes are available, including 'Sykers' characters with deadly psychic powers , 'Doomsayers' magical priests of radiation , 'Templars' members of a martial organization patterned after the Knights Templar , 'Junkers' humans with the supernatural ability to create working devices from the scavenged debris of pre-apocalypse civilization , and even just plain-old everyday humans, surviving by their wits and their gun.
In addition to a variety of mundane survivors, would-be law men, ex-road gangers, and general do-gooders that exist in Hell on Earth, there are a number of magically-attuned characters that are playable.
In addition to the new arcane backgrounds found in Hell on Earth, many of the arcane backgrounds from Deadlands still exist. Although Deadlands has officially ended as its own product line, Pinnacle Entertainment Group has re-released all of the 'Classic' Deadlands line in print and in an electronic version. The Reloaded line updates the setting and brings the rules in line with Pinnacle's current flagship product, Savage Worlds.
Hell on Earth: Reloaded was released digitally in July, , with a print version to follow later in the year. This is a list of the publications released for the Deadlands: Hell on Earth roleplaying game, which is a continuation of Deadlands: The Weird West , both of which were published by Pinnacle Entertainment Group. As with Deadlands: The Weird West , these Dime Novels contained a work of short fiction followed by rules for implementing elements from it into an existing game.
Cardstock Cowboys were a line of 3D stand-up figures that could be used for miniature-based combat in Deadlands games, available in a series of themed packs.
Plot [ edit ] As the name implies, Deadlands: Hell on Earth is set in the same exact place as the original Deadlands roleplaying game.
Character types [ edit ] In addition to a variety of mundane survivors, would-be law men, ex-road gangers, and general do-gooders that exist in Hell on Earth, there are a number of magically-attuned characters that are playable. Anti-Templar : Anti-Templars have defected from the Templars due to clashing views over the worth of human life. They believe that all people are deserving of help and do not discriminate or test people like the Templars do.
The two groups share a similar list of powers, but Anti-Templars have a few tricks of their own. Anti-Templars are detailed in the Last Crusaders sourcebook. Cyborgs : Before the Last War, scientists could not get human Cyborgs to work well due to an inability to perfectly mimic all of the vital organs that people have. Instead, they turned their efforts to making Cyborgs from Harrowed. In addition to cybernetic enhancements and the general abilities that all Harrowed have, some usually those who were Harrowed before the Cyborg conversion have access to Harrowed powers.
Cyborgs as well as Harrowed are detailed in the Cyborgs sourcebook. Doomsayers : Doomsayers are magically gifted people who gain power through worship of 'The Atom. The original group of Doomsayers, called the Cult of Doom, are now a villain group who try to speed up evolution by killing humans. They are sometimes referred to as 'Green Robes' due to the robes they wear. The Schismatic Doomsayers, who don purple robes, believe that their gifts need to be spread to help the humans.
While they still believe that mutation is a sign of the gifted and the way of the future, they do not outright attack humans and are largely seen as good and heroic. With some of the most devastating powers in the game, Doomsayers are one of the more potent arcane backgrounds.
Doomsayers are detailed in the Children o' the Atom sourcebook. Junker : Sort of an evolved form of Mad Science and Huckster magic in particular, the Thaumaturgical Diffusionists, or Metal Mages, whose magic focused on item construction and more scientific theories , Junkers construct amazing devices using scavenged parts and magic rituals. Their powers come from 'Tech Spirits'—spirits of Pre-War technological objects that now reside in a part of the Hunting Grounds. The rules for item creation are far more complex than those of the Mad Scientists, but allow for great variety and uniqueness.
Junkers are detailed in The Junkman Cometh sourcebook. Librarians : Magically, Librarians are an evolution of a mundane character concept introduced earlier in the game. The group spreads across America, searching for and preserving knowledge in order to prevent its ultimate loss.
As an arcane background, Librarians gain powers based around literature, such being able to emulate traits of famous literary characters. In addition to receiving some rule updates, Sykers are allowed to use Martial Arts powers, as their training was developed from Martial Arts training. Martial Artists are detailed in the Waste Warriors sourcebook. Syker : Sykers, who use powerful psychic abilities, were usually trained for military combat and espionage. While most saw action on Banshee the location for Deadlands: Lost Colony , many others were stationed on Earth to fight human threats during the Last War.
A third group of Sykers called 'Greenies' have discovered their powers since the end of the Last War. While less experienced than Banshee or Earth Sykers, Greenies have the ability to overcharge their powers to make them more potent, at the cost of additional strain and risk.
Sykers are detailed in the Brainburners sourcebook. Templar : The Templars were formed to help those in need. However, because the founder of the Templars felt that people need to be willing to help themselves and aid in their fight, he decreed that each Templar must only help those that he deems worthy.
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