First off, to those of you that know me, I haven't posted at all in awhile, I'm aware my "Nightfall" series hasn't been updated for those of you that liked it, but since school started back, I have had hardly any time to write anything. I WILL get back to posting on "Nightfall" if anything else for the sake of completion. But I also discovered the marvolous "Fallout" series a few months back, and decided to try to make a novel out of it. For those of you not familiar with the series, "Fallout" is a series of games set in a post-apocyloptic future, and finds a custom made protagonist made customly by the player dealing with life in the now wastelandic USA. My story is loosely based off "Fallout 3" but with major differences along the way, so the story is original in that aspect. If you guys will read the story, I will make it as adaptable as I can for those who are not familiar with it. Please leave comments, so I know whether or not I should post it. Thank you. -AdamK
someday
we will be the faces in the textbooks dog-eared and torn we will be immortal until the day we are discarded and replaced with new editions or perhaps the next technology once reading becomes obsolete and society falls into virtual illiteracy
with luck we will be remembered still projected onto some cutting edge device that will let them see us in a million dimensions or hear our voices saying things we never said until the students are lulled to sleep by the languid lectures and their heads slump onto the desks that once held the tattered textbooks
someday
we will be the faces in the textbooks dog-eared and torn we will be immortal until the day we are discarded and replaced with new editions or perhaps the next technology once reading becomes obsolete and society falls into virtual illiteracy
with luck we will be remembered still projected onto some cutting edge device that will let them see us in a million dimensions or hear our voices saying things we never said until the students are lulled to sleep by the languid lectures and their heads slump onto the desks that once held the tattered textbooks
someday
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