CT Phipps , Sep 27, Prone Squanderer , Sep 27, SarcasticGoodGuy , Sep 27, Ghoulification has been treated pretty inconsistently throughout the franchise.
The process has been depicted as anywhere from near-instantaneous Moira Brown, the ghoul private at Camp Searchlight in New Vegas to taking weeks or months. Not everyone even has the potential to become a ghoul, with there necessarily being some sort of selective possibly genetic factor that determines whether you die of radiation poisoning or get to live forever as a particularly lively scarecrow, though the mass ghoulification of the Vault 12 residents at Necropolis seems to complicate this question.
In the end, the only real consistency with canon would probably be to make sure that you keep things in consistent, with each individual that actually ghoulifies doing so under circumstances particular to their genetics and their level and duration of radiation exposure. As with the transformation itself, it can be a bit of a crap shoot. In all cases, though, the subject is so irreparably damaged that they're reduced almost entirely to their basal instincts, and even those are inconsistent.
It would seem, as borne out in the games without being contradicted or explicitly confirmed, that the process of going feral only occurs when the mind or physical brain of a ghoul degenerates enough that they "lose themselves" and regress to reliance on their instinctual function. These conditions are most likely to be met in ghouls transformed by an extremely damaging amount of radiation over a very short period of time, as opposed to by gradual accumulation in their system.
Ghouls need nutrition just as well as intact humans, and long-term malnutrition can have severely damaging effects on the brain. Neurons don't seem to enjoy the same hardiness and rad-regeneration as a ghoul's other tissues or at least, not nearly at the same level of effectiveness , and over a lot of lean and unsuccessful years or one or more shorter spans of extreme deprivation , a functionally immortal creature is eventually liable to rack up a lot of brain damage that way.
Incidentally, I'd bet dollars to donuts that a lot of the ferals you see in the games went this route-- slowly, slipping away in the weeks and months after the bomb, when the world was a nuclear hell incapable of supporting them.
Instead of starving to death, they starved to death-of-self, as it were, and got to watch any surviving friends and loved ones do the same. It's a hell of a sorry way to go, and it adds a lot of poignancy to these otherwise throwaway shamblers. Sorry for the lack of brevity here-- it's been a long time since I've done a lore post and this one was done off-the-cuff and coming out from under some pretty heavy anesthesia. I obviously can't source a lot of this, since it comes from extrapolation, but what flesh I've hung from the skeleton set up by canon is born of real-world science and long careful observation of the Fallout world.
Yamu , Oct 4, Hold on a sec, I thought ghouls were only possible in a environment where FEV interacts with radiation. In the old Fallout games it was explained that FEV in high radiation environments failed to complete a full conversion like a super mutant and instead transformed the victims into ghouls.
It's tough going and you'll get dirty doing it, but at the end of the day, it's worth it. You've probably noticed it's only ghouls around here. I used to live in Diamond City, until that rat bastard mayor threw me and all the other ghouls out. I decided that we ghouls should have a place where we could feel welcome, and that's mainly why I started up this farm. Much easier to get away with it if he kills himself. Her parents were both ghouls.
That's right; I said ghouls. That she was conceived at all was a miracle. That she was born unafflicted was an even greater miracle.
Just a bunch of ghouls clinging tenaciously to the ass-end of life. But that was a long time ago. How do you think ghouls are made? Say, how do you make a ghoul? Fuck you very much for bringing back all those intensely painful memories. The refugees still wanted me dead - they even put a bounty on me. I remember how scared Rafaela was. I told her if she came with me, we'd see the vaqueros - she used to love the rodeo, especially the trick riders.
We figured maybe we could find help in Mexico City - we were young, we didn't know what had happened, really. We didn't understand about the bombs. By the time we got there, the city was a radioactive ruin. Still, the city was full of looters, already forming into the beginnings of raider tribes. Crime was bad before the War, but now it was a nightmare. We were living like scavengers, scraping by on what little food we could find, always looking for medicine for my burns. And then, of course, the radiation started to kick in, turning me into this handsome devil you see before you.
He appears to be preoccupied. Doesn't sound half-bad What am I thinking? I'm no whore, and I ain't about to hand my ass over to some penny-ante hustler like he owns me. You lead the charge, I'll follow as fast as my arthritic, rotting knees can carry me.
Must be my glaucomas acting up again. Out of sight, out of mind. Guys like us can't compete any more. I meant "him. August 23rd Saw them through scope. Corpses walking around. Finally gone crazy. Dementia maybe. August 24th I'm not crazy, they're real. Goddammit they are real. Rushed me the moment they saw me, snarling like animals. They look like corpses but don't smell rotted.
I'll be putting them out of their misery. Doing for them what I never could for myself. September 3rd The last of them. All gone. He looks quite miserable. My body is rich with food for them, and this sweating just makes it worse. Why not take a bath or something? I've tried everything. The only thing that keeps the flies off me is not to sweat Yes I am!
Proud of it! I mean, if I weren't, I'd probably just spend a lot more time cry Here I am I lost my damn finger last week!
Doc put it back on though All the time. But I'm getting' better I think Just keep an What are you? Haven't you ever seen a Ghoul before? What's a ghoul? A bunch of us got stuck out here in the world, and got a full on blast of heat and radiation -- turned us into a pack of walking corpses. Near as I can tell, we age slower than you. A lot slower. There are even a few Ghouls that were alive during the war.
Of course, with a face like ground Brahmin meat, you can imagine that folks don't take too kindly to us. So I could trade one of those for five bits of Scrap Metal. I mean, what good is it to us? But I'll trade you either one for five bits of scrap.
Your choice. Those wounds - they couldn't live otherwise. The Divide winds have torn the skin from many of them - may be the radiation is the only thing keeping them walking. Make camp near silos No way to cleanse the radiation - makes them hard to kill there, have to draw them out. Heal their wounds - not the scars. With our water pump broken we need it to survive. Roy decided to take out the trash. I'm glad I lost my sense of smell.
You'll want to stay clear of the basement storage room. Radroach meat for protein, condensation off the pipes for water, and I do my business over in the far corner.
I wouldn't say it's been comfy. Something going around I should worry about? Some kind of virus that attacks the body on a cellular level.
I've never seen anything like it. It's strange because ghouls are immune to almost any known disease. That some sort of super chem? Ultrajet is almost double the potency of Jet Jet barely affects us you see. Only trouble is it's almost impossible to gather the ingredients together. Say, you might be able to help me with that!
But she talked about the war - the great war, when the bombs fell - like she'd been there. So I'm guessing Two hundred years? Maybe more.
I've taken extensive notes of all their successful experiments. Their research won't go to waste. As for the file erasure I never did buy into that religious mumbo-jumbo with the robes and all that shit. It gets lonely out in the wastes, okay? And I don't have to tell you that Bright's group has got some fine-looking ghoulettes in it!
Anyway, I helped them out, and they kept me supplied with ammo and pleasant company. Yes, of course! He's my son We Ghouls don't really work like that, but I love him like he's my own! Do you know him? Have you seen him? Is he alright? Y'ever hear of Set? He used to run the old-time town of Necropolis. I'm his son. Got born before the radiation hit us, so I grew up mutated. Ain't never been any other way for me.
How long are you going to wait? I've already watched years pass, what makes you think I can't wait more? There is danger. Wei xian! Old crew Not okay like their captain. They do not harm me. But they will kill you! I cannot kill them. Still, they are my crew.
My family. Jia ren, all of us. But you must do what you must do. What's the breach all about? The individuals have damaged metro equipment and refused dialogue with our security units. In accordance with U. My sensing equipment in that area must be damaged. My equipment indicates the persons possess no internal body heat and are emitting lethal levels of radiation. Ol' Peg. Right outside the harbor.
Dark and ominous things swim the deep. It lies in what used to be the little town of Bakersfield. Now, though, it's home to ghouls and worse. I sent two patrols down there and neither one of them returned. At least he was the last time I was there. Well, I better get you going. What do you do here? Better job on it than me. The people I got running it mean well, but If you know what I mean. As of late, these raider attacks have become more brutal.
It's a filthy shantytown to the north, inhabited by those creatures, those It's an obvious act of terrorism against Vault City!
Those creatures need to be driven out and that plant shut down! Not much chance of that happening. Still if someone could convince them that they should help you…. Makes conversation a bit tricky. He has authority to administer the Citizenship test. He can be found in the meeting room down the corridor.
What is it? As an Outsider, you are in a unique position to resolve a difficult It is filled with You see, THEY are immune to radiation I'll be back when the situation's The creator has promised to my flock a new land: a place of safety and healing Preparations for the Great Journey were nearly complete when the demons appeared. It's not that bad. Sure, your skin rots off and you start to stink like a public toilet after Cinco de Mayo, but How is that not bad? In fact, how could it get worse?
Was it something I said? The Super Mutants leave us alone. I guess whatever they do that turns people like them doesn't work on us. The Brotherhood of Steel will fire on us if we're out in the open, but they don't bother us down here. We've had some Raiders and Slavers poke their heads in, but we've got Charon and Cerberus and everyone else to take care of them.
I guess when it comes down to it, being this far out of everyone's way is a good deal for us. My first responsibility is the health and welfare of the residents of Tenpenny Tower.
Ghouls often carry diseases due to radiation damaging their immune systems. I guess I must confess I've never examined a Ghoul up close I shouldn't make assumptions. But my colleagues have published papers I suppose I someone ought to verify their findings Perhaps I'll do that. Who knows? I might even finally get published! Some kind of diseased human? You don't know what a Ghoul is? A goddamn disaster waiting to happen that's what they are.
Sure, maybe you can get over the fact they look like someone took a cheese grater to their face. But it's what you don't see that's the problem.
The radiation slowly eats away their brain, then they go zombie on you. It's better for everyone to kill them before all that, if you ask me. Keeps showing up, looking for a handout.
He and his kind aren't wanted. End of story. If I were a betting man, I'd place a stack of caps on him trying something violent soon. And that would make Tenpenny nervous. I don't like it when Tenpenny gets nervous. But I can't spare the manpower to go hunt down Roy Phillips and his band of misfits, or I'd gladly end this thing once and for all. Look kid, eventually all Ghouls go zombie on your ass. It's only a matter of time. Kill them when you find them. It's a win-win.
You put them out of their misery, and save someone else from getting torn apart. I thought Ghouls hated humans. Some of us don't get along with humans, but the majority of us are learning to live with our differences.
I only wish that the humans in the Capital Wasteland felt the same way. It would make life so much easier Anyway, I am taking too much time speaking with you when I should be working. If you need anything, let me know. They think Ghouls are Ghouls and humans are humans. When im doing this quest in NV Jacobtown If I'm wrong correct me i forgot the detail why they go insane only supermutant that can go insane..
Tge process will so much quicker if they use stealthboy.. In the Commonwealth there are just a few exceptions who aren't completely insane or paranoid. With the presence of the Institute everyone is! You would become a regular ghoul before you go feral.
And to become feral it takes a LOT of radiation after being a ghoul. The only part regarding a gamble would be whether you become a ghoul or just flat out die. Stealth boys give them schizophrenia. The vast majority lose their ability to think properly post-FEV. We still don't know what turns a Ghoul Feral in the first place, but it's probably a mix of different variables. Explore Wikis Community Central.
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