GUEST POST: DUKE NUKEM 3D: Another day, another dollar

I’ve been working at the strip club for three years now, and nearly every night Duke had visited me for one reason or another. He always said I was his favourite girl.

I liked working at the club. Besides the lecherous old men it was fun to hang out with the girls, and the dancing keeps me fit.

And sure, I like Duke and enjoy the attention from him, who wouldn’t? But I do feel sorry for him, always out fighting and getting himself into trouble.

Duke hadn’t been in today and, strangely, I kind of missed him. Coupled with the fear that anytime now a group of assault troopers could burst through the door, I was feeling really on edge.

It was getting late and I could hear this loud noise outside. That’s when, all of a sudden, the doors burst open, and in a cloud of smoke with two dead pig cops by his feet Duke walked in. I was glad to see him.

He walked straight up to me with his fists full of dollars, took his seat and said to me: "Shake it baby."

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Massive thanks to Amy, creator/writer of the "Daisiesanddolls" blog, for this excellent addition to "Stories from the universes", and for being my first ever guest post writer! You can read Amy's own blog here: daisiesanddolls.blogspot.co.uk. There's even a blog from me on Amy's site too...the wonder of guest posting.

FALLOUT 3 / NEW VEGAS / 4(?): Musings from a mysterious stranger

I’ve walked the scorched wastelands for what feels like an eternity, although it’s only been 200 years.

Settlements have risen and fallen, vaults have sprung open and survivors have walked in and out of my life. I’ve helped build towns, I’ve saved lives, I’ve watched people try to save others, I’ve intervened, I’ve stayed on the side, always wondering why I was given this gift/curse (I can never decide which it is).

Mutations are commonplace in the wastelands. Super Mutants, Ghouls, Rad Roaches, all results of radiation’s effect on living cells. Me, I was blessed with rapid cell regeneration, rendering me effectively immortal.

At first, I used this gift for the task of rebuilding the world, but I received no thanks worthy of my time. I’m an immortal, a God among the normality of human life cycle.

So what do I do now? I follow people. Having stumbled on an ancient cache of stealth boys I decided to follow those I deemed worthy of my time and act as an agent of chance, appearing at random to tip the balances in their favour.

It is my choice whether to act or not. It is my choice to let them live or die. I am truly their superior being and...well, well, well, what have we here?

A traveller has just walked straight out of the Lucky 38, past the Securitrons. Is he an agent of House? An interloper? The next big player? 

Either way, I've found my next project. Will I save you, or let you prove yourself...it's too early to decide.