Friday, February 5, 2016

Fallout 4 "IDFSG" Edition: Eye of the Survival Mode

CAN'T STOP WON'T STOP; let's dive right in!

Last we left off, I was back in Sanctuary after rescuing Preston & Co.  Mama Murphy told me to head out towards Diamond City if I wanted to find my boy Shaun.  So let's get on that, shall we?  Preston wants a word, first.

"Of course the crackhead thinks he used to live here 200 years ago."


So Preston starts me off on a few Minute Men / Settlement quests, specifically talk to his boy Sturges again.  Mind you, Sturges is on the ROOF right now, and I can't actually get to him.  WELP I'll get to him later.  Time to level up.

"I will un-make you upon my anvil of HATRED."


Now I can attach blades to non-bladed things, like brass knuckles and sticks.  Sweet!

"Mama I'm comin' home."


And we're off!  I just kinda start off from Sanctuary in the general direction my pipboy's telling me to go to get to Diamond City.  On the way, I stumble onto a tiny lil baby bunker! Awwwwn so kyoot.

"Beep Boop 'MERICA!"


The bunker is abandoned, unless you count the lone eyebot sentry.  He doesn't even attack you or even harass you.  Meanwhile inside is a skeleton in fatigues and a busted up Mr. Gutsy.  I loot the place and move on.

"I saw Cabin in the Woods.  This won't bode well."


Oh hey; weird lonely cabin out in the sticks.  This can't go anywhere but awesome!  I wonder wh--

"ZZZZZZZZZZZZZOMBIIIIIIIES!"


Well that's 20 bullets I'll never get back, but my jangly nerves are telling me 'thank you' in between fits of spasms, after that feral ghoul attack.  Thought the damn thing was dead but NOPE!  Just got up and started attackin'.

"it's like a Skymall catalog, except everything is useful right now."


Turns out the cabin was some sort of fallout shelter for some homeland militants wanting to secede their own little slice of land, believing that their government was in kahoots with whatever I stopped reading the guy's dumb blog entries and just looted the place.

"My health is like Christmas."


Good thing I stopped reading his manifesto, as I was soaking up rads more'n a dumb shamwow.  I'm down to a half-life more or less, and probably have that "just-had-a-sex-marathon" glow about me, but its ACTUALLY a glow and I just woke up from bein' in a freezer for 200+ years.  Also I'm probably a sentient tumor at this point.  Anyways.  A LEVEL!

"Call me... Z3r0_c00L.  RISC IS GOOD."


Angelina Jolie whips'em out in that movie.  Bless.

Let's go to our trusty Pipboy fitbit app and see how we're doin'.

"Well doc; I've been better."


Ergh.  Maybe with all that radiation and those addictions, I should take a nap.  I'm gonna set an alarm and see if I feel better.

"This seems like an adequate amount."

"WELP.  That did nothing."


Pointless.  Oh well.  I set back off from where I stopped, around the derelict cabin, and venture into College Square.  The place is crawling with those ghouls, so I give it a wide berth, and stumble onto the Fraternal 115 chapter.  Interesting enough, let's get a closer look.

"Taking 'Recycling' to a whole new weird level."


Well the door is SMEARED with blood, and there's like; 2/3ds of a corpse in the garbage can outside.  Maybe its not so bad inside?

"Shopping carts & mesh bags FILLED with meat.  Christmas meat."


Well this is gross.  I'm not too sure where the carrion between one creature ends and where it begins for another in those bags.  Nothing about this place even screams anything close to "Fraternal" now.  Let's head upstairs and see if we can't elucidate this conundrum.

"Baby pretty now, mommy!?"


And I have the jibblies.  Y'know just a shitpile of baby toys in a big wet, moist, pile of giblets.  This is a fucking waking nightmare.  I hear some non-descript yelling around the corner, better go check.

"...And Supermutant justice for all."


Dude's name is DEAD EYE (SKULL EMOJI) and he is become death.  Not only is he a named monster (they're rougher & tougher than usual) there's a legendary Supermutant Skirmisher patrolling around the building.

Death Count just to get out of the building at that point: 5

I DO manage to get out though; the executive terminal mention a "Keith' as a returning vet (that's me!) and wanting to get me to talk to the members!  Woulda been nice!  OH WELL.  I did manage to haul out a ton of food from there though.  Let's get a-munchin'.

"It actually scrolls DOWN now."


Picked up a note off a dead body in College Square talkin' bout some punks holed up by Walden Pond; that's right next to that cabin I found earlier.  Might as well go check it out!

"Impeccable penmanship for a crusty raider."


So I set off to Walden Pond.  I get there and there's a gift shop!  NICE!  It's also littered with makeshift bombs and mines.  NOT NICE!  I gingerly disarm the lot, and find another note, stuck to the wall with a combat knife.  Free Knife!  Suck on THAT, Jamie Oliver & Sobey's!

"Fearful Gangleader... Walter."


It's VERY counter-intuitive to put a note outside your secret hideout's locked door informing anybody who's literate the location of your secret entrance.  Like it pretty much ruins the idea of a secret entrance entirely.  Let's go check out this pipe.

"You'd think he'd have read enough to pick a better name than 'Tweez'."


Dude doesn't even have a lisp, so it's not like his name is "Trees" and he can't say it properly.  Anyways; down here where everything floats it's just him, Bear, and me.  Oh and Dogmeat.  Suddenly its just me and and Dogmeat and two corpses.

And a whooooooole lotta drugs.

"Addicted to Jet now as well."


Current addiction total: 4.
Jet
Mentats
Buffout
Alcohol.

I'd like to say this is going well, but it isn't.  Gonna have to find me some addictol and SOON.

Anyways.  Walter's not too far down the tunnel, and a few rounds to the domepiece later; he's dead and done for.  Time to ransack this place for parts!

"Big Jim for Big Problems that what need Big Fixin'."


BIG JIM!  Love that thing.  I bring my latest haul of scrap back to Sanctuary, and patch up a bit.  Equipment's gettin' a bit ragged what with running around covered in rusty pipes all day, so a little wardrobe change is a welcomed affair.

"So fresh and so clean-clean."


Didn't make it but half-way to Diamond City so-far.  Next time we'll start off from where I left off, which is the map marker: Wreck of the USS Riptide!  See if we can't get to ol Diamond City or die tryin'.

Friday, January 29, 2016

Fallout 4 "IDFSG" Edition: Minutiae Men

Welcome back, everyone!

Last we left off, I had just arrived in Sanctuary, and Cogsworth informed me that all the shit's fucked up and everyone's retarded.  Or feral.  Or something; whatever.  He indicated I might be able to find some survivors in nearby Concord.  But first, I leveled!  

"Looks exactly like Fallout: Shelter for iOS also known as 'I WILL MAKE YOUR PHONE OVERHEAT AND DIE'."


Locksmith'd.  I've a feeling that I'm gonna need to get into places I'm not really supposed to be getting into, and that being able to open advanced locks early on will be an advantage.  Now then; on towards Concord!

♫ SECRET TUNNEL ♫


Deep dank dark hole underneath Red Rocket Service Station... What do you say, Ol' buddy Ol' pal?

"Ruh roh"


Dog's not too sure.  Oh well what does he know; he licks his own balls.  Damn showoff...

"Nuclear waste, mushrooms and molerats."


Well that explains the memo on the Red Rocket terminal about them stashing radioactive waste under the station.  'cept its fulla raaaaaats.  Molerats.  Thankfully they have a weakness to GUN.

Anywho.  Pop back out of the cave, and onwards towards Concord...s.

"Nuka-Cola Quantum: have you got the glow, the glow to grow?"


Oh look; a soft drink with a (harmless?) radioactive isotope so it glows!  Made from over 200 years ago and it's STILL glowing!  There's no way this won't be anything but beneficial to my body!

"Sock drawer stash, essentially."


Welp, there goes some Buffout and Jet. Jet causes time dillation for about 10 seconds, so everything's in slow-mo.  Buffout is essentially steroids in pill-form.

"Dog got SWAG."


And now my dog is a fashionista.  OR I'm hallucinating.  Pretty sure I'm high, but not high enough to imagine my dog is dressing up on his own; I must've gave him that stuff.  Also doggles!  So cute so nice...

"Even my GUI's guy is baked."


Well that's... odd... I guess I'm not doing that OK after all.  Good thing my Pipboy can track all my symptoms.

"Thankfully no side-effect such as: Micropenis or Backne."


I hear a dude yell for help while shooting lasers at some baddies.  I guess he needs a hand but hey what's that!?  A clandestine bar!?  Don't mind if I do!

"Pretty sure nobody here knows my name."


Cleaned the place. out.  There was one room where a dude was just covered in drugs and gettin' it on with a mannequin before expiring.  We can all only hope to go out that way in life.  Wonder how my vitals are doin'.

"Dave's not here, man."

"Got more shit coursin' through my system than Charlie Sheen on a Friday night."


Well now that I'm thoroughly sauced, might as well go and murder raiders to rescue that Preston guy who was yelling at me earlier...

"Pee-ka-boo!  BANG BANG!"


I'm like a vengeful spirit, on a vision quest, just killin' dudes.  WELP I fell down into the basement...

"This looks vaguely important / expensive.  MINE."


I manage to stumble back up from the basement, and do the tour proper.  A lot of it is the Redcoats gettin' their shit kicked.  I'm OK with that.

" 'MURICA!"


I find another box with some chems in it, wonder how I'm doin' so-far...

"I might have a problem..."


Alcohol addiction after only 4 beers?   Well I guess Art imitates Life sometimes.  Moving on.

"Post-Modern Family."


Preston gives me a big thumbs-up for getting rid of the harassing raiders, but tells me the job's not done.  Specifically, we now need to get OUT of the building aaaaaand we're screwed.

He throws to his boy Sturges, who's the man with a plan.  Specifically go onto the roof and get that cherry suit of power armor up and running.

"Any advantage at this point.  Whatever works, man."


The trip to the roof is uneventful if a bit slow, as I'm severely overencumbered.  Hopefully the mechanized suit will help me out.

"Your move, creep."


I am become death!  I AM A METAL MAN!  I AM... wait what's that sound...

"Why does it have a skull next to it's name..."


Is that what Mama Murphy was talkin' about?  Fuckin' DEATHCLAW?  WELL SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT.

"OOOOOOOH YEAAAAAAH."


I forgot I installed that Macho Man Deathclaw Mod.  I also forgot I was playing on Survival.

Total Death Count for this section: 3.  3 fucking times.

Thankfully, the 4th try worked like a charm.

"How do I get out and eat you!?"

"ARGH; HOISTED UPON MY OWN PETARD.  I MEAN GLITCH."


Yeah he glitched in the sewers and couldn't get out.  I don't care, it still counts.  I murdered the deathclaw, and went a-explorin'.

"Whatcha doin?" "Oh y'know, hangin' out in the sewers, doin' drugs."


Another immediate dose of Jet.  Still not addicted, but let's go see how I'm doing now.

"Tell it to me straight, Doc."  "You're boned."


Well that's not great.  What IS great however, is I forgot to level, and then leveled again so DOUBLE LEVEL POWERRRRRRRRRRRR

"Lone Wanderer + Gun Nut. BRB occupying federal wildlife reserve lololololololz."

Lone Wanderer for the extra carry space and flat 15% damage reduction, and Gun Nut rank 1 so I can turn guns into valuable commodities to be bartered with, but also SUPERGUNS.

And now back to Preston, to tell him the coast is clear.  He's mighty thankful (as he should be) and offers to let me stay at their new settlement prospects: Sanctuary Hills.  Sorry buddy but that's MY HOME ALREADY.  I'll let -YOU- stay in my heroin den, more likely.

I am however severely overencumbered now even WITH the robo-suit, so it is a long, slow, ponderous, ennui-filled trek BACK to Sanctuary Hills itself.  Like seriously.  You can't fast-travel, run OR sprint.  So its just a snail's pace walk back.

"No Iron Chef for me.  ( ;_;) "


Can't cook while in a robo-suit?  Complete garbage.  I wonder just HOW BADLY I'm overencumbered...

"567 lbs?  Surprised my back isn't shattered."


Wow.  Well I guess that would be a valid reason for me being DEAD let alone inching across the wasteland.  Oh well.  I'm back home, and while Preston & Co. set up shop, I've got some inventory management to do.

"After a brief session over the ol' cookin' pot."


Again, rule being that while I don't have to immediately consume cooking ingredients such as meat, once it IS cooked however, down the hatch.

"Beep boop please insert NUKE."


Well, that's it for this installment.  I made it back to Sanctuary in relatively one piece, am covered in rusty bits, and addicted to no less than 3 controlled substances!  Who knows what'll happen tomorrow!

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