Sorry 'bout last tuesdsay, we had some technical difficulties over here at Geekin' Out Dot Com, ha ha we do like to laugh.
Anyways, moving on! Last time we had just met Chris Haversam, who wants us to talk to his Bestie, Jason Bright. Presumably because Jason has something for us to do or whatever, Chris isn't being too friendly, AND is insisting he's a ghoul. (He clearly isn't.) No amount of telling him otherwise is working. Oh well, some people, y'know?
|Classic textbook example of Not-A-Ghoul, Chris Haversam.|
For those of you wondering just WHAT is a 'ghoul' well I'll explain. Those of you who already know / don't care, skip down, you assholes. Go look at the pretty pictures whatever you're not my mom.
Ghouls are humans whom in the Fallout world have absorbed immense amounts of radiation, but by some twist of fate or another, don't simply just die a burned out radioactive husk, but come out of the process still alive. Well, 'Alive'. They're still living and breathing, however they now resemble walking corpses. Some retain their pre-ghoulification minds, some others become feral, and are little more than shambling bodies, hovering around radioactive sites, possibly the same that caused their ghoulification in the first place.
Interestingly enough some of the ghouls in the Fallout universe are pre-war people who've survived since the great war; ghoulification has a way of preserving someone who's going through the process. Nearby radiation heals them at an exponential rate; some ghouls even absorb so much radiation that they become permanently radioactive (scientific impossibility but whatevs) and just spit out radioactive energy like it was the End-Times. (It is/was, really.) They're called Glowing Ones. Speaking of Glowing Ones, let's meet Jason.
|Jason Bright: Glowing One Ghoul, and all-around tent revival preacher, but for ghouls.|
Jason here is real-good at spinnin' a yarn y'see? He's been plagued with visions; omens of clarity from what he calls the Far Beyond! It tells him to gather his flock (ghouls and feral ghouls) to the REPCONN facility, so that theycan prepare for their great and final voyage.
|Eloquent AND Polite!|
|Scary Basement Level: SPOOKY|
Oh hey, gore-covered entrance way. Yeah this isn't terrifying at all! Who's blood is that!? Is it my blood? Is this real life? Why does everything float down there?
Suspiciously empty corridors for now, but I press onward and downward.
|Literally a Get-Out-of-Jail card. But a key. To get out of jail with.|
Why does this place even HAVE a jail; its a former rocket factory that designed and manufactured space aeronautics. What the hell. Why. Who. We'll find out soon enough, I wager.
|♫ Workin' on my Nightkin Moves ♫|
Oh so THESE are the demons Jason was talkin' about! Nightkin! They're super mutants, who also have developed a taste for using Stealth Boys to go invisible and stalk their prey. Prey that they then brain savagely with that there Rebar club. A huge chunk of cement holding together the steel rebar (hence the name!) used to keep it in place during large building construction.
So yeah; they're THAT strong; they just rip off part of the building to smack you around with. Bastards. No wonder the place is coming down ontop of us.
|An unfortunate end to one of Jason's followers. Sadface. :(|
I've found this poor girl, who clearly got beat to death by the jailor. I know nothing else happened, as with all super mutants (all created from the original FEV batch used by The Master back in Fallout 1) super mutants are genderless with no reproductive organs to speak of. Some of them do retain 'gender' or maybe in a more progressive way, after being mutated get to re-identify themselves! (Marcus, Uncle Leo, Tabitha, etc.)
Anyways, time to go check out that lone corridor over there...
|"Big dumb what, son. Big dumb WHAT."|
Harland here is a mercenary ghoul-for-hire, who signed on with Jason's boys for the time being because it kept him rolling in caps and sweet sweet ghoul-trim. (Bleurgh.) WELL. To each their own, sir.
|You could point that gun elsewhere y'know than directly at me.|
Yeah... about her.
Harland's broken up about it, but not too much. He looks more disappointed than sad, really. Cold man, cold. Your girl is dead and all you do once finding out is quit on Jason and his team? Supah COLD.
Where will this door lead me?
|ANTLER DON'T KNOW SHIT.|
Davison here is the self-proclaimed leader of the Nightkin infesting the facility. Well, OK ANTLER is, but Davison does it all as Antler's proxy. Antler is that cow skull there, by the way. And that pipe sticking out of Davison's back is a bumper sword. A car's muffler and front bumper (license plate still affixed) sharpened to a gleaming edge. Shit be FETCH, YO.
|Wipe yoself off man; you dead.|
With enough bullets to the head from myself, ED-E and Boone, Davison goes down pretty easy. For good measure, I shot Antler off the coffee machine immediately after taking this picture, and kicked him into the corner of the room. Take THAT.
|♫ Secret Tunnel! ♫|
This place is all sorts of hidden passageways; behind Davison was some sort of service stairwell/elevator combo that just plungers deeper into the facility. I wonder where we'll end up!?
SPAAAAAAAACE! SHIIIIIIIIIIP! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
All that glowy goo down there though. HRMM. I wonder if there's anything down here of interest...
Well well well. A space suit? For me? Don't mind if I do!
|Take me to your leader; nanoo-nanoo.|
Styles upon styles, for sure. Like Spaceman Spiff or Buck Rogers, just sexy and suave. A veritable James Bond Cosmonaut this one! Welp that's enough selfie-taking in funny outfits. let's go tell Jason his basement is demon free.
|Is it? How can the way be clear if mirrors aren't real.|
Jayden Smith philosophy aside, Jason is ecstatic his basement is invisible-demon free, and wants to move on to Phase 2. What's phase 2?
Find out more... NEXT TUESDAY!