Vir-Machinae

“…And he finishes the last ninja off with a downward blow to the head provided by a stop sign of all things. That obviously makes Joe here the winner,” the announcer…announced. It was a glorious day in Olympus Coliseum; the sun was shining, but not so much that it burned. In short, it was a perfect day…a perfect day for fighting. For this day was the day that the Olympus Cup was to be held and of course our star traveling hero Sora Who-Last-Name-Will-Never-Be-Revealed was participating in it.   Now that previous battle, in which the black wife beater and tactical vest clad, fedora wearing Joe “Vir-Machinae”

Location: The Underworld. Time: What am I, your watch. Reason: A New Quest beckons   "...So that's it huh...Mr. Crowley?" the Power Armor wearing Kid from Vault 101 asked said ghoul. "That's right kid, all of those assholes are ghoul haters, so shoot them in the head and bring back the keys as proof. Except for Tennpenny, I'll know whether you all killed him." replied the business suit wearing Mr. Crowley Meanwhile in another area of the Underworld   "Mister Crowley...dah duh duuuuuuuun"   "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!!" Joe yelled.   "Kid, I can't fix that healing factor yours if you keep yelling lik

...This was wierd.  Not to say Joe didn't know wierd. Hell, you could say it was his business. He's faced giant green tentacled monstrosities from the far reaches of the cosmos, saw a janitor punch a whale right in the face, the dead rise from their graves and even a cat doing the backstroke. But this was possibly the wierdest. Why?  He, wearing a leather jacket, bullet belt, standard metalhead jeans, a flak vest and holding a large Hammerspace bag and an AK-47, was standing nest to Fawkes, an at least 10 feet tall Yellow Super Mutant who wore no shoes and a torn Vault Jumpsuit and had his trusty Super Sledge sung over his back. These tw

 The Capital Wastelands looked as lifeless as ever. This state was reinforced by the lone figure trekking across the Waste.  Joe "Vir-Machinae" Everyman, wearing as leather jacket over his zipped up flak vest, military cargo pants and trademark fedora, walked on. The wind caressing his unshaven face, lifting his shoulder length dark brown mane. On one shoulder he carried an assault rifle w/ bayonet attachment. The other, a Hammerspace bag carrying the battle spoils of the now late Lone Wanderer. The Kid from Vault 101.  Wasn't much younger than Joe, but he sacrificed himself for the good of the Waste by going into that radiation filled c

"Zeno," said Joe, " did you think I wasn't going to give you a proper send off; c'mon men LET'S RAISE SOME HELLL!!!!!" And so Joe's group of more psychotic than merry men appeared, Deadpool on drums, Janitor on Bass, Axel on rythym guitar, Joe himself on lead, Stitsh providing the vocals with Black Mage and Zaraki Kenpachi responsible for the cannons And thus they started with Joe playing slow melody, crescendoing ever so slightly till one power chord and BAM "Oh, yeah, yeah Woah, oh, oh We roll tonight To the guitar bite Yeah, yeah Oh Stand up and be counted For what you are about to receive We are the dealers We'll give you ev