#fallout 3 mention

[jetconsumer]

u know how hard it is to live in dc and not make a comment about fallout 3 every where i go. this is how it feels walking around chatting with my friends

[valoos]

besties...

[houses-snowglobes]

this might be a cold take I don't really know, but being on the Strip in FNV always has me torn between "gambling is so cool" and "every single person who lives directly on the strip went through forced assimilation by Mr. house"

Benny is a victim of colonization, I feel bad for the guy

[amygdalae]

Thinking abt when my fallout 3 Tale of Two Wastelands mod character makes the journey into new Vegas and imagining them sending letters back to the capitol wasteland like "wow the Mojave is so much more fun and interesting than back home, I wonder why". (Because they wandered into a part of the wasteland with better writing)

[come-into-the-fallout]

(Sequel to this. I wrote the good end, how about the bad one? Just Butch for this post, I'll see when I can get around to writing the rest. Enjoy) Content Warning: Alcoholism

[Fo3] Companions React to Lone confessing before activating the purifier [Butch ver.]

Butch

Pounding. The immovable glass wall met his fists with resistance. But he could barely feel it, barely feel the raw scratchiness clawing its way into his throat while he screamed, barely feel the pulsing pain in his hands as he beat them against the near transparent barrier, not while in his hysterics.

"You can't do that! You don't get to do that!"

Denial.

"Come back- Get back here and come back, we weren't finished!" His hands finally yield their barrage against the door as adrenaline trades it place for exhaustion, his body forced to slouch and the cold surface against his sweat drenched forehead as he leans against it will be the closest thing to solace he'll get as he watches you input the code to finish the job.

"Come back! Please."

Pleading.

But the only voice to reply to his calls was the Paladin behind him trying to pry and coax him away from the scene. Those words didn't matter, though. They weren't the honey sweet words of mutual affection muttered from him to you- and you to him with flushed faces, the same words that had so stubbornly invaded his mind and brought both frustrating and delightful fantasies at every chance. They weren't your soft laughs filled with agreement to his declarations that the two of you would tear up the wasteland together and never part, that together you would make not only the best duo to exist but the fiercest force to be reckoned with.

They were words of attempted assurance, but Butch didn't feel any assured, couldn't even pay them any mind when the sight of you collapsing and the muffled thud that followed took over his sights. Even the final scream he let out in response felt muted with how zerod in on you he was. You were gone. Gone. The only one who was by his side after the vault went to shit. His partner-in-crime, and you could've been... partners.

Butch couldn't bare lingering on that thought. Couldn't think clearly, couldn't breathe, couldn't see clearly. If you hadn't been so foolish to chose the moment right before you died to tell him, and if he hadn't been so stupid and just told you about the butterflies and yearning pressure in his chest you caused him earlier.

None of it mattered now. No amount of berating would fulfill his hopes to see you smiling at him again.

He was all alone again. And he never would have expected that thought to bring him to his knees the way it did.

[ Quest completed

Take It Back ]

[ The Aftermath ]

Pounding. Persistent pounding. But not of the noise that had been mixed with desperate yells that day. A feeling. His head was pounding, and he discouraged against any thoughts of wishing that he could barely feel it. Anything to drown out the empty yet so despiar-filled feelings that had burrowed itself into him. Any distractions to make up for the lack of your company by his side.

He couldn't stop himself from wondering. Why? Why did you have to go and do that? You could've left it unsaid, you know. Could've left him debating if you ever felt the same when you were alive. It wouldn't have ached as much. Hurt still, sure, but maybe then he would've been left with enough stability to get up and move on.

But maybe he didn't deserve that. Maybe he deserved this. Treating you and Amanda that way when you were young. Always making some snide remark, always going out of his way to collide his shoulder into yours when passing by down the halls, or cornering either of you with his gang with threats of an altercation. He was an asshole, a juvenile prick. And you were too good for him. That's something he always felt deep down inside but would never confront. But it was true. And maybe that's why fate so bitterly turned out this way.

The day your life was lost was the day a numbness washed through him and tried to bury the grief that'd leave him immobile on the floor crying his heart out for months otherwise. He had trudged back to Rivet City to drown it out further at the bar. Forget for as long as possible anything that had to do with you or him. But he wasn't spared that.

"They can't be gone. They can't be. Not them, not someone as unstoppable as them. They have to be.."

Denial.

None paid attention to the drunken mumbling of the lone tunnel snake. Not as he rocked in his seat, an unconscious attempt to soothe himself.

"They can't be. You have to come back Lone. Please."

Pleading.

Maybe one day he'll get himself together. Leave his place at the bar stool and travel into the wastes again. Maybe to pick up where his companion had left off.

"Come back to me? Back to the Tunnel Snakes?"

Or maybe this will be how he wastes away. Their sacrificial feat being celebrated by many being what causes him to crumble and rot away in some water hole.

"I know I was an ass to you, but.. I can make it better. I can do better. I could be a great boyfriend if you just..."

Maybe some will say it serves him right, say its a lesson to not take what you have left with prickly and uncaring fronts. The only one who was left to stick around, to patch up his wounds when his initial inexperience led to rookie recklessness in a proper scuffle, to care- in the words he would've used; 'the only person who gives a damn about me'. That person is gone, and a chance to meet someone like them again will never cross his path.

"Come back."

[icantflyjets123]

Someday, we'll know what Danse's first name is.

[johanna-swann]

"911's most intense season yet!" - According to whom???

[cherrraty]

if i told you i had strong opinions about the type of horrible gay situation my courier would have with arcade gannon would you be mad at me

small homophobic 10 year old belongs to @sunshinetidings as always he is famous to me

[nukacourier]

Already made one for NV, so I feel like making polls for the other games would be right (also sorry there's no neutral option since I ran out of room)

[literally-1894]

This is a small issue, and we'll likely never see it amended, but it feels like such a loss that we never got the music of Harry Partch in a Fallout game.

Two of his main bases of operations, Los Angeles and Oakland, can be visited in the series. Having been active from the early 40's through to the early 70's, Partch is also period-accurate. His subject matters dealt with rural, lower-class life in the US during the Great Depression, and his style of composition manages to sound alien and threatening while simultaneously being oddly hilarious (the two main sides of Fallout, the first of which is regrettably missed in recent years) .

If you listen to his voice, he absolutely sounds like he could be a talking head in a Fallout game, and having spent much of his life making bizarre musical instruments in a ranch converted into a carpentry workshop, he'd probably have at least three vault-saving MacGuffins stached away somewhere. Everything about Partch, from his time spent as a hobo to his haircut in the 50's, makes him a perfect fit for the series, but we got a 50/50 distribution of Doo-Wop and Ambient World Music instead with no room for nine minute operatic pieces about hitchhiking.

[falloutconfessions]

"I was gifted the Enclave Officer Hoodie back in 2014 when they first released it because they knew how badly I wanted it. I have kept this and worn it throughout the years and it’s starting to fall apart but I won’t get rid of it because it’s my favorite Fallout merch."

Fallout Confessions

[ssruis]

My unpopular ruikasa take is that tsukasa (if given encouragement and a good enough pep talk) would say something. His confidence in himself and the strength of his bond with rui would hard carry in this situation even if he would prefer to not say anything. “I shouldn’t run from my feelings and if I’m rejected it’ll be fine.” but rui would saw off his own leg if it let him escape a situation where he had to even come close to confessing to tsukasa. Rui “deep seated fears about being too much & losing his friends over it” “zero desire to risk shaking up the group dynamic and having it turn negative” “it’s selfish for me to want to keep my loved ones by my side” kamishiro would absolutely go “he will hate me forever im not saying shit I will never speak of this to anyone ever” unless he was 100% confident the feelings were reciprocated. & even then it’s a 50-50.

[badkarma1998]

least popular Fallout as in one of the first 2 or as in Tactics? 👀👀

Ok I may have completely forgotten Tactics even existed lmao.

But no I was referring to Fallout 3.

Anyone I've talked to who played the first 2 seems to really love them, and when I say I love 3 the most the question tends to be "why?" Lol

Maybe its that I only ever hear endless praise (rightfully so) for New Vegas, but 3 has such bad writing and level design I fully recognize my adoration is filtered through nostalgia

[violethyacinth]

I loved this season of Fallout so much. I think they touched on every part of what's good about fallout: the suspense, the horror, the comedy, the morality, the mystery. Ugh I just think it was so so well done.

I remember watching the first few episodes and thinking "shit I hope they dip into the Lovecraftian horror that the games tend to get into" and I know it wasn't quite all the way there, but I felt like the scene with the worshiping surface dwellers in Vault 4 came pretty close and was really cool. It was a really interesting buildup from worship service to slightly disturbing/unsettling elements involving blood sacrifice. I was reminded a bit of the Children of Atom from Far Harbour and their worship of the Mother of the Fog. FUCK

idk man I just feel like this was a tv adaptation of a series made by people who love the series and that really makes my chest warm.

[maddymoreau]

Listen I completely understand why Amata makes me leave Vault 101 despite the fact I resolved everything peacefully. What I can't understand is the fact I NEVER ONCE BEFORE LEAVING CAN CONFIDE IN MY CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND ABOUT MY FATHER DYING??!!

If they weren't going to give me the option why give me this quest RIGHT after his death?!?!!!

Amata telling me I can’t stay would’ve hit harder if she knew I had NO family outside the Vault.

What a missed opportunity.

I really am the LONE wanderer no one has my back in this game except Fawkes.

[icantflyjets123]

okay but imagine the four horsemen of the apocalypse as fallout?

conquest: you gotta hear me out but vault tec

war: the brotherhood of steel possibly?

death: Ghouls/the Ghoul

idk about famine but this was just a random thought