Warhammer Fantasy:Steel and gunpowder

Fuck the communists, fuck the Nazis, fuck the fascists, fuck the liberals, fuck the socialists, fuck the politicians, and fuck the nobles. I tried to be helpful. I tried to change things. But there was always a “but,” always a “no,” always some problem. ENOUGH… I’m not going to sit back and let some fucking idiot decide what I’m supposed to do with my life. No more of these idiots treating me like a piece on a board. I’ll run my own life. I’ll stabilize this system that’s falling apart, PERMANENTLY.

Once a man in the prime of his life, forged by years of exhausting study—sustained by energy drinks—by harsh military discipline and relentless, grinding labor, he had finally reached the moment to live for himself. Free at last from the weight of financial chains that had kept him from his desires, he found happiness in doing what he loved. Life showed no mercy. A single accident erased everything he had built in a matter of seconds. Yet the cycle did not end. He breathed again. This time, in the body of a child. Not reborn into warmth or safety, but into captivity—into the body of a young prisoner of war, stripped of freedom, bound for slavery. His name was Basil, a name meant for greatness.

Living his whole life as a lie, a man rises against his destiny by destroying everything he has ever known, but eager to seek his destiny, he ventures into the dreaded post-apocalyptic wasteland to rebuild from the ashes. Disclaimer: I do not own fallout series Disclaimer II:Some stories will feature topics such as torture, rape, sexism and xenophobia. These topics do not represent me, I only seek to give my view of what is necessary to survive in this type of apocalyptic event Disclaimer III:I don't speak English, I am in the process of learning, so I will make several grammatical mistakes, any help on the lexicon is accepted, I am not a person so deeply versed in the lore of fallout I read the lore a little bit, but the hoi4 mod motivated me to write about it.

Hendrik died without glory, thinking he’d finally get some rest. Instead, he woke up in another body—only to have his second childhood taken from him What could’ve been a better future turned into training designed to break anyone. They suppressed him, rewired him, and shaped him into a weapon. Half the things a human can feel were stripped from him. The other half he lost through pain and missions. The only thing they left him was hatred—and that’s what kept him sane. He knew who he should’ve hated: the State that turned him into a nameless Ghost. But he chose to hate more the people who could’ve saved him and didn’t: his parents. Vengeance needs allies, even rotten ones. His was Arcturus Mengsk, tyrant of the Terran Dominion. Hendrik became his shadow, his knife, the one who made names disappear from the list. Until he learned the Emperor died by the hand of his own son. And he—the “perfect tool”—could do nothing. His last act of loyalty was trying to depose the murderer. He failed. He escaped the hell that was the Dominion’s civil war… only to end up somewhere even worse, dragging with him whatever remained of the people still loyal to him. There’s still one name left on his list— and until it’s crossed out in blood, he won’t stop.

Quintus was far more fortunate than most dwellers of other vaults, though not by much, for he had been born in a vault designed to test the law of the jungle and the rule of the strongest, where different groups constantly lived side by side and were forced to fight for food, water, or even the very oxygen they breathed. Born at the height of the vault’s internal war, he was orphaned at a young age and quickly grew into his role, continuing to fight in the vault’s endless conflict. Until he was found by Caesar’s Legion and swiftly turned into a legionary slave, once the Legion stormed the vault with its troops, taking him as just another tool. He served on its fronts against the NCR, belonging to one of the most distinguished centuria, the Red Okie Centuria. No matter how hard he fought, with the death of Caesar and the failure at Hoover Dam, the Legion fractured into many factions that proclaimed their own Caesars, each struggling to seize control and rule the empire that had once been governed with an iron fist But while investigating a mysterious vault in the rebellious city of Phoenix, he found a way to receive a vision of the Legion’s former master, who revealed to them the path toward a land ready to be conquered. A ripe fruit, waiting to be claimed by the strongest. -------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: I do not own AGOT/ASOIAF series Disclaimer II:Some stories will feature topics such as torture, rape, sexism and xenophobia. These topics do not represent me, I only seek to give my view of what is necessary to survive in this type medieval time

A doctor from the modern world, after being trampled by life on multiple occasions, suddenly reincarnates in the body of a young boy whose duty is to obey someone without scruples. In a world full of hierarchies and laws that maintain a tenuous social veil, an order established by an iron fist suddenly collapses by the hand of fate, but chaos is the best ladder.