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--
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.
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'.