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[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON Mar-31-01 AT 07:22AM (GMT)[p]Well, here it goes..my second "white paper". C'mon..I KNOW there has got to be loads of plot holes in there. COMMENT, COMMENT, COMMENT!!!
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[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]Well, what can I say? B-pen's up to his old tricks. Another hypothetical situation, more timeline-bending, and general booting of the Uncertainty Principle..[b][FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier][/b][/P]
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[b][FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]Matters of Faith and Practicality[/b][/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]A study on the New Arroyo Social System [/P]
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[b][u][FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]THE TRIBALISTIC ARROYO[/u][/b][FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier][/P]
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[b][FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]The hidden Oasis[/b][FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier][/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]We all know of the fate of the first Arroyo, that so-doomed village founded by the Vault Dweller, and that had sired another great man, the Chosen One. [/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]It came into being in the far North, in the sheltered lap of mountainous areas that kept a fragile hold on life in the Wastes. The Mountains to the East, it was called, that and the grand canyons separated it from the rest of the Wasteland. Soil, rich and fertile, animals, both new and old, and man... driven to the most basic of his desires, lived here. [/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]The Chosen One knew his early years in bliss and harmony of the rugged wastes beyond. Here, in this place of succor where food was plenty, and dangers abound, that he learned his tribal ways and came to worship the man whose vision saved them all. [/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]The Vault Dweller, after being exiled from his Vault, had chosen to wander the arid Wastes he had defended, and continued his quest for justice. Denied it, he strode to give it to the Wastes. He was not alone in this endeavor, however. Not all Vault 13 citizens saw through the Overseer's eyes. They came out, risking their lives, to pursue their champion, and give their support. [/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]It was welcomed. Left without a place to call home, the Vault Dweller and his band of followers wandered the wastes, searching for a hole to rest their weary bones in. They wandered to the North..the South was rife with strife and bitter memories.. None of them expected to find anything but an arduous journey, and most questioned the Vault Dweller's philosophy.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]"Why must we scale this mountain?", a popular riddle goes.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]"Because it's there.", was the Vault Dweller's presumed reply. Certainly, not even he expected to see what he would find at the other side.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]Protected by tall, imposing cliffs, and strange wind updrafts, they found what seemed to be a paradise, an area untouched by the searing nuclear fire that burned the Earth. Shock? Surprise? Fear? Who knows what emotions those people had felt... they had chosen to accompany a man who ostracized society, who drove them to limits they had never known before. One thing was certain..it was soft, cool breeze they felt, and the twittering of birds lilted in the fickle, heady air. [/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]The Vault Dweller clambered down the slopes, and said to his followers. "Welcome home, my friends."[/P]
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While they had originally thought that this was an area free from the ravages of the war they were mistaken. Apparently, the war's afterblast had broken through a lake to the farther north, the melting of glaciers flowed down these mountainous gullies, carving and cleansing this place. Life bloomed, nourished by the rich soil and silt from the highlands, and a river continuos to flow, nourishing the land.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]The Vault Dweller name his home Arroyo, or a desert river, a watercourse in an arid world. A channel cut by furious water, and in so doing, made it an island in a sea of golden sand.[/P]
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The early years of Arroyo was simple enough. It all revolved around rediscovering farming techniques, on how to properly use the plentiful, but fragile ecosystem they were in. The former Vault men and women knew, that in the old days, careless handling of resources led to the downfall of the world. And so, they striven to become in as much harmony in nature as possible, recognizing a cycle, of birth and rebirth.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]It was the Vault Dweller himself who proposed the idea, that all actions have their own consequences. The ancients were ill-prepared to face up to the result of their bad decisions. He told his little band, to cast aside all semblance of their former selves, to abandon the mad world, and to build in this place a new life free of hatred and prejudice.[/P]
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The Vault Dweller can do no wrong. His commands were obeyed instantly.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]Tribalism began. [/P]
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[b][FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]The precepts of early tribalism[/b][FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier][/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]At first, tribalism was a willing measure of an operational society. It is at its roots a very good system. The philosophies of give-and-take, a barter with nature itself was a fundamentally sound one. Tribalists were the supreme example of harmonious living, of a balanced coexistence.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]At first, there was only one tribe, Arroyo. But then, predictably, there were those who chafed under the Vault Dweller's rule, and his limiting policies on the use of technology. [/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]Law, in the tribal society, was inherently simple. The will of the leader goes. However, since the leader is but a man, and may be deposed ANY time, true democracy exists. The Leader is always careful to make decisions that will benefit everyone.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]In the early years, however, this was not the case. The leader was hardly a normal man...he was THE Vault Dweller..and he has never been known to be wrong. His reputation for firmness and justice was well-deserved. No one in their right minds would try to to stand up and fight him, either physically or mentally. Even as his age advanced, he still widely outmatched everyone in their fields.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]Those who did not agree with his policies were forced to work on the Temple of Trials, a complex structure built entirely out of bricks. It was a true feat of engineering, creating it with nothing but crude devices at hand. The reason for building it was simple. The temple served to remind people that all gains come as a result of sacrifice. In building the temple, they are made to utter,"With this brick I
place, I leave a testament to my children." [/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]It was a reminder, of how technology had ruined the world, and of how a simple back-to-basics existence worked admirably.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]Still, there are voices that could be clamored by hard work. These voices complained all the more, and cried out about unjust treatment. The Vault Dweller noted that these voices belonged to the young men and women, born here in Arroyo, never having faced the terrors of the Wasteland.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]Finally, he had his fill of bickering.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]He placed an edict that those who does not agree with the community's law, would therefore NOT be a part of the tribe, and be treated as if they had not existed. It was excommunication from being alive. It was a cruel, but effective mental strategy. Sons and daughters suddenly found themselves adrift in a society that did not care for them.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]They had no choice, but to leave..[/P]
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Shouts rang out from the people, as the mutated beasts began to appear. Geckos, once nothing more than harmless little lizards, had been mutated by the post-war radiation into bigger, more dangerous creatures. Walking upright, and possessing claws and sharp teeth laced with poison, these geckoes soon came to be a pest, settling in and proliferating in the Arroyan jungle. [/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]The Arroyo code prevented them from killing off the animals on a wide scale, since these geckos were now an indispensable part of the ecosystem. However, these were not the only inimical life in their new home.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]Radscorpion, the giant mutated scorpions that roamed the wastes, came into the valley. Surprisingly, no large radscorpions came..all those that populated the Canyons were of the smaller and less dangerous variety. These radscorpion were just slightly bigger than it pre-war counterpart.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]It is theorized that most forms of postwar life had adapted to the arid, moistureless air of the Wasteland. The humid air of the Arroyo highlands hindered their growth. This theory explains perhaps, the utter absence of rats and moles in Arroyo.[/P]
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The Arroyo countryside, once viewed as a utopia, came to be recognized as a wild and perilous place. Those sent away the Vault Dweller could not hope to survive in the wilds without help, and their friends and kin left the tribe to search for them. Most died, some succeeded, and founded new tribes that totally diverged from the Vault Dweller's philosophy. The people had returned to a primitive way of life. And the Vault Dweller regretted his ways.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]How the Vault Dweller came to be worshipped is unknown. However, we can chart how his status was aligned by the greeting the Arroyons gave each other.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]At first, it was "May the Gods who watch over the Vault Dweller watch over you, my friend."[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]And then. "May the Gods and the Vault Dweller watch over you my friend."[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]And finally, "May the Vault Dweller watch over you, my brother."[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]Those next generation of the outlying tribes saw how the more progressive Arroyo was, saw how magnificent and imposing the Temple of Trials, and how wondrous the intermittent displays of technology.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]All of their accomplishments were attributed to the Vault Dweller. The man lived a long life..well past his sixties, he still looked in his early thirties, and this gave the people ground for murmuring.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]Human nature being what it was...in some of the outlying tribes..born of the outcasts of Arroyo, kept within their heart feelings of resentment intensified by the years. A tribe, calling itself the Oversheir, conquered the more docile tribes, and rallied their forces to attack the peaceful Arroyo.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]The Vault Dweller, thinking that he had nothing for fear in this new world he founded, had not given to his people the necessary self-defense and military tactics training. Still, it was surprising, how easy it could be improvised...[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]Arroyo burned...all the buildings were razed and were plowed to dust. There HAD to be no trace of Arroyo left. The technicians were executed, all remnants of Vault-Tec was destroyed..it was an outpouring of rage against the Vault Dweller and all that he stood for.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]The Vault Dweller was in another faraway tribe, that time. He had no idea of what was happening back at his home, he was more concerned with how to properly react to the people he was trying to make peace with. These were a generation apart from those he had cast out... They cringed in front of him, and hid their eyes. Only the children dared to look, their eyes bright with wonder. [/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]A surviving runner told the Vault Dweller of what happened at Arroyo. His face showed only shock..he called to those left, of the tribes nearby. He promised them forgiveness and acceptance back to Arroyo, if they would join his side in the coming skirmish.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]Everyone jumped at the chance. [/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]While a force led by the local chieftain routed the flanks of those who had taken Arroyo, he slid into the Temple of Trials, and took from it, the Power Armor hanging on the pedestal. He took off his Vault-13 suit...unconsciously symbolic...since he no longer felt any affiliation towards that Vault and number. [/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]His small guerrilla force was being badly beaten by the superior, more ferocious number of tribals whooping on the ashen remains of Arroyo. It was a young man, tutored and conditioned to hate him, that had led these misguided people.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]He stood on the rubble of what had been the council building, and gave cries of encouragement to his troops.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]A plasma bolt gave end to his prattling, forever.[/P]
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What happened next, is steeped in legends and myth. The Vault Dweller stepped out from the cave, the stories say, his hands spat green flame and turned to nothing his enemies. His armor of godly silver glinted in the sun, and blinded all those who looked upon it.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]He leapt into the fray, and with his bare hands, crushed those who opposed his wisdom.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]It was a very intense moment...and it made an lasting mark upon the minds of the impressionable tribals that lived with him. [/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]His vanquished enemies were made to kneel, and bow before him, the people called out his Name, and gave grace to his presence.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]The Vault Dweller looked on, horrified. It came to him that he had walked the path of that which he had sworn he would never become. He was as cruel as the Overseer, and worse..[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]His very existence was a grave threat to all. [/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]He fled the battleground, and wandered to the Wastes, never to be seen again...[/P]
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The tribal legends of Arroyo say that the Vault Dweller heard a call, from the lost lands far to the East that needed
his help, and he went there to give his aid, to battle against a great enemy.[/P]
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Dissent:[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier] It is a matter of speculation of how the Vault Dweller managed to survive such an inhumanly long time. The most probable cause was that his exposure to F.E.V rendered him relatively immortal, like ghouls...only without the ill side effects.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier] How it acted in such a way only to him, and to other creatures exposed, is still a great scientific mystery.[/P]
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[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]The Vault Dweller departure caused a great schism. It was abrupt...first he was before them, glorious in his conquering might, and suddenly, he was gone. The only reason the uneducated tribal minds could offer to it, and to the wondrous acts he had performed, was that among them had walked..someone more than a man.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]The Vault Dweller's principles, although he was gone, lived on. The one-leader, several council mode of government worked, and was applied widely in the Arroyo highlands. [/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]The tribes departed and made villages farther to the north, and deeper into the Highlands. At first, no one had wanted to create a society in the ruined remains of Arroyo. It was a sacred place...a place where the forces of history converged. [/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]It was a young girl, of the tribe of Airondac, a tribe that was born to the Vault Dweller's slain sons, to the southern part of the mountains, who journeyed up the Great Canyons to search for it. She found...the Temple of Trials..[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]The words of the Elder, recorded by the Chosen One himself, went thus:[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]"It was....incredible....child. The..Vault Dweller himself, his face carved into rock....it spoke into my mind...and told me..*cough*cough*...and told me...that I was home..."[/P]
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She took her entire tribe up to the Canyons, recovered what remained of the meager scads of technology...and with the help of Hakunin, an apprentice shaman, made a tribal religion that incorporated both. [/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]Arroyo prospered, as they had relearned of the 'sacred' disks that spoke of ways to farm and live. Under her tutelage, she encouraged a philosophy of self-reliance and readiness.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]Dissent:[/P]
[b][FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]Hakunin[/b][FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier] was a man who was much shrouded in myth. That his intelligence was uncommon, his senses incredibly refined, was without a doubt.
It was he who recovered and committed to mind the information of the datadisks...and it was he who gave rise tothe Vault Dweller-worship.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]It should be realized that he KNEW the Vault Dweller was but a man, the disks spoke of that...but he recognized how immensely difficult his exploits had been, of how it would have broken any normal human. According to theorists...Hakunin had long realized that it was a flexible mindset that allowed the Vault Dweller to perceive and accomplish what he did. He tried to set his consciousness apart from his vessel of a body, through the use of herbal drugs...as the Vault Dweller could naturally do under stress.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]He was successful. But the process was irreversible. His point of view was radically modified to an extent where he can perceive patterns in history...but he was incapable of realizing what seemed to be the obvious. He was unable to feel pain..nor was he capable of feeling any emotion,..of anger, fear..of love... .he did not know.. Hope and philosophy. And the welfare of the tribe. This was Hakunin.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]He approximated through self-experimentation the effects of F.E.V on the mind.[/P]
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The tribe of Arroyo (as opposed to what had used to be a community of Arroyo) grew and influenced tribes to such an extent that the Vault-Dweller-worship was almost universal. [/P]
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[b][FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]The Dying Village[/b][/P]
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[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]Call it divine intervention, call it an accident, but a meteor shower slammed into the river that fed Arroyo, stopping the flow. By this time, however, there was a stable and completely replenishing ground water table. The highlands and in fact, most of the northern Wastes, could now support a dizzying array of life. [/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]But since Arroyo was in the Highlands, the water table shrunk down to below the mountains...and the villages..began to starve.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]Tribes further to the south, along the edge of the desert...these grew to cannibalism with the lack of any viable food source, preying on unwary travelers. Yet even so, they hold that by eating men, ingesting their souls, they can try to hold up and reach the the pinnacle of soulfulness... the Vault Dweller.[/P]
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The Arroyo mindset, was that all it takes is but one man to save many, was born not of any idealistic view towards the Vault Dweller, but of sheer logical practicality.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]The Elder knew that the village dies slowly...but the more people remained, the more that death could be slowed. Indeed, it will come most surely. But while one man was sent to retrive something that could sae them all...they could survive until his return.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]Why one man, you may ask? One tribal alone in the wastes..stood a much better chance of blending in, of feigning civilization than two. One can forget old habits..two and more will reinforce them. [/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]Hakunin had known that taking the G.E.C.K was not going to be an easy task. Why should a breed of technocrats care about a group of tribals? By sending their best, their most persuasive, they could establish a link between the people..that tey were not so different, after all...that in fact, there may be something those cloistered in the VAult can learn from them...[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]A quid pro quo basis, with a bargain hidden under a jeweled dagger's hilt.[/P]
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To students:[/P]
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1.Answer the questions in your workbook.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]2.Prepare to give a discussion on the merits of keeping technology sancrosanct.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]3. Draw a map of Old Arroyo, as your research project. [/P]
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To academians:[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]1.Be flexible in guiding the students along the potential historical decisions.
There are two sides to the Arroyan coin.[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]2.Collect the papers two days after the assignment. Encourage the students
to work with facts, not suppositions.[/P]
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[b][u][FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]The Crossroads of Arroyo[/u][/b][FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]
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[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]a supplemental guide for the Encylopaedia Apocalypa by:[/P]
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[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]Fenris Bluhart, academian [/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]fbluhart@husia.net.ncr[/P]
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[b][FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]Related Resources:[/b][FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier][/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]A Biography of A Near-God[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]Vault 13: The Myth and the Legend[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]Biography of an Invincible Man[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]The Truth behind Tribalism[/P]
[FONT FACE=Courier New, Courier]New Arroyo Constitution[FONT SIZE=2" FACE="Courier New, Courier][/P]
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This document is copyright 2185, distributed freely through the Husia Mass Educational Drive. -HUSIA-
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