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ryttu3k · 4 years ago

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Do you think you could post the Night Road segments with the messy critical and the conversation about Vitae? I don't think I've ever triggered those before and I'm curious 🤔😁

I can post for Banu Haqim, sure! You should be able to get a Messy Critical thing for any clan (although I only have the one for Pyre on-hand); the vitae one is Banu Haqim-exclusive due to their specific clan curse.

Warning for dead people, I guess!

Vitae:

January 2002.

"Oh man, we are in so much trouble," your sire says. "We are gonna get so fucking grounded. No Nintendo for a month. Fuck. Fuck!"

"I didn't consume anyone," you point out, gesturing to the withered and bloodless corpse of the Brujah.

"I can't fucking believe how easy I lost control," Julian snaps. "Stupid!" He rends his face, leaving vertical red furrows in the white flesh. Then he stops his self-recrimination and says, "I guess this should be another teaching moment for you." He pulls out his Motorola RAZR and places a quick call, then snaps it shut and says, "There's a reason the Camarilla hates us. Their elders fear diablerie—losing their souls to another vampire's fangs. But when we act as judges and assassins, to drink another's essence is no crime. It is, in fact, justice."

"And this?" you ask, pointing to the withered Brujah.

"Oh, I fucked up," Julian says. "But that's the lesson. It is our nature to hunger for the Blood of Cainites, Pyre. Some Cainites dream of mastering all of our supernatural arts by drinking the Blood of any vampire that comes along. That's stupid. First, you'll end up Blood Bound. Second, for the Banu Haqim, you will lose control. Once you taste that hot, sweet Blood, it takes iron will to resist the temptation to drink. And drink. And then you either have a corpse on your hands like poor whatsisname here, or the vampire you're biting twists your head off.

"Okay, the guy I called will be here soon. You get out of here. I don't want you seeing his face. We'll get this cleaned up."

Messy Critical:

August 2005.

"You know how Gandhi is super aggressive in Civilization?" Julian says as you both watch the Lunatic try to dispose of the dead prostitute.

"What?" you say.

"It's because…hold on, let me remember…it's because in the game's original code, Gandhi was given the lowest possible aggression rating, because he's Gandhi, right? Except sometimes you could do things to lower aggression ratings, and that would make it a negative number."

"He's gonna hear us," you whisper as the raggedly dressed vampire keeps trying to stuff the woman he murdered into the dumpster.

"But the game couldn't handle negative numbers," Julian says, fiddling with a broken rake handle, "so if you went negative, it would flip back over to a super high positive number, and then Gandhi would want to nuke you, right?"

"I don't understand—"

"So here's the thing, Pyre—you're a Cainite now. You're more than human. And sometimes your powers, or just your nature, mean you do so well that even if you succeed, you still fuck up. Like this asshole trying to hide the dead hooker. A hunt so perfect that he lost himself in the Kiss and ended up killing someone. Or that Sewer Rat who started shit with us last month. He knocked you right through an adobe wall, and then he just went crazy."

"Who the fuck is there?" the ragged Lunatic says, dropping the corpse and pulling a snubnose .38. He peers into the shadows where you and your sire are hiding.

"So don't forget," Julian says, "you have to get it just right. Too little, and you'll blow it. Too much, and you'll make a mess. You gotta—"

"I said—"

"—get it—"

"—who the fuck—"

"—just right."

"—is—"

Julian darts forward through the shadows of the alley, faster than you can see, and transfixes the vampire through the heart with his stake before the ragged man can squeeze off a round.

"Another night, another job," Julian says. "Throw him in the Tracker, and we'll drop him off for the Prince."

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boogiewrites · 7 years ago

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Choking On Sapphires 16

Title & Song: Don’t Speak (I Came To Make A Bang)

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Genevieve (OFC)

Word Count: 3000+

Summary: Genevieve is a force to be reckoned with. An intelligent, independent and brutal businesswoman. She’s been intrigued by Alfie since she met him. But where will she draw the line between business and pleasure now that they are working so closely together? Alfie thinks he’s following his intuition like Genevieve does, but it leads him right into trouble as usual.

A/N: Every chapter of this story will have a song to work as the title and as a soundtrack. Chapter song is Don’t Speak (I Came To Make A Bang) by The Eagles of Death Metal. The songs give a good background to the stories and have some further insight into the characters. Positive feedback is MUCH appreciated! Reblogs, likes and comments feed this artists beast to write more!

Warnings: Language. Kissing.

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He thought you'd been acting suspiciously since you'd asked him for information on the egg. He had considered he was being a bit paranoid but you being so sure about your own intuition made him try to listen to his own a bit more closely. Although it was also telling him to trust you, and that was conflicting. Ollie certainly seemed to trust you, but what did Ollie know.

So here he was, watching you shimmy up a column and across a ledge on a building. He's mesmerized at how you do this and still yet in a dress. Given you'd apparently customized a skirt to be hitched up with loops that fastened together to hold it up and out of the way, while your limbs kept stretching farther than he thought they would, it was all impressive. He sees what his men had told him about your first job with him was correct. He hoped your avoidance of specifics on where you were supposed to be tonight was just business and not personal. Signs were pointing to the former currently but he still found his mouth set in a frown of worry as he watching you move up to the roof and out of sight.

He had walked down a few alleys, you'd been out of sight too long and he went to look for you. The longer he went without hearing or seeing you the more his suspicion turned to worry. He wasn't too concerned about trouble himself with the gun in the back of pants and the large rings on his fingers that would assist already lethal fists.

You're sitting under the edge of the half wall on the roof of the building. You hear the step-step-click of Alfie in the alley below you. You thought you'd seen a car like his earlier but there was no way to be able to know for certain. You had no clue why he would be here tonight. You look at your wristwatch and groan because there are only a few minutes before a guard will be up to check the roof. You begrudgingly throw your leg over the wall and make your way down the side of the building. He's standing in the middle of the space, his head tilted at you.

"What are you doing here?" you angrily whisper, approaching him with quick steps, head first.

"I could ask you the same thing." he says as if he's annoyed that he's there, his voice not quite like yours.

"For fuck's sake." you breathe out, rolling your eyes at his answer of a question. You don't know if he heard you but it wasn't really said for him. "I don't have time for this, Alfie." you hiss at him, pushing him against a wall, out of the middle of the lane, where anyone could see him clearly, and therefore also you. "Keep your voice down," you say, leaning close to his face to let him know you're serious as he opens his mouth to speak again. "I'm working! Why are you HERE?" you squeak at him. Trying to control the volume of your voice, nervously glancing back up at the roof. The guard would be up soon and now you had this pompous ass to deal with. The road was too far away to make it before the guard came now. You couldn't run through the alley's because you'd be heard with how quiet this part of town was at this time of night. You consider your options as he speaks.

"Working for who?" he whispers back as you take your hands off him from pushing him into the shadows.

"Wh-huh?" you ask, turning your head back to him. "That's information that's on a need to know basis."

"And I need to know." he says shaking his head.

"Dammit, Alfie." you sigh, your shoulders slumping. "It doesn't involve you. I don't even know how you knew I'd be here, that was also supposed to be privileged information." your voice threatens to rise in noise as you find yourself supremely frustrated by the way Alfie was trying to throw his weight around metaphorically on you with this curiosity about your own personal business.

"You know I can find out anything, Gen," he says in a power move, you purse your lips at him. "You ask me about my buyers and then you avoid me? Is that not suspicious?" he says in an angry whisper.

"Because there's no other possible reason besides the one that involves you that could've had me distracted? God, you're ridiculous sometimes," you say exaggerating an eye roll, moving your head with it, you put your hand on your face. You're taken out of your anger and back into panic as you see your watch and realize there is around one minute left before the guard circles around. "I do not have time for this right now, Alfie." you bite your lip in thought for a moment, your eyes darting around the space. You couldn't run, you'd be heard and thus, chased. You couldn't hide, so your mind rolled through your options while you multitasked with having to carry on this conversation. "I have no intentions on fucking you over and if you don't trust me by now then I don't think you ever will." you pour out as a plan of action comes to you. It wasn't ideal but, it'd probably work.

He opens his mouth to speak and you put your hand over it.

"Shit." you say fast and your face screws up, you look at him and realizing what you had to do. "Listen very closely to me right now." you remove your hand and it goes up to start undoing the braid in your hair, you keep your hands fast and busy as you speak. "There's a guard that's going to come onto the roof and check the alleys in..." you check your watch. "Fifty-five seconds." His eyebrows raise, his arm twitches to think to pull the gun. "No, we can't shoot him. So we have one option left now thanks to you." you angrily sigh at him. You unsnap the buttons on your skirt loops that had been holding it up and close to you. His eyes go from possible violence to complete confusion. Your fingers furiously work as you speak. "So now..." you move to pop the buttons on the front of his shirt, moving your hands under the shoulders of his jacket, pushing it down his arms slightly. His mouth is opening and closing like a fish in his lack of ability to express his confusion in the moment. "We've got to convince this guy we're just a man and woman out here looking for some privacy..." you fluff your hair and tug at the neckline of your dress to make yourself look more disheveled. You knock his cane out of his hand and grab one of his wrists. "Looking for a good snog turned to something more so he doesn't interrupt us. Alright?" His eyes blink and you wish you could freeze his face in this moment because his shock is all of his own doing for not trusting you and reacting brashly to his own emotions. You hitch your leg over his hip, placing his hand in yours onto your ass. "He'll leave eventually if he believes us." you whisper as you lean in closer to him."Mind the snubnose in my tits, if you don't mind."add quietly. You're paused with your mouth inches from his, head tilted to kiss him, you look up into his wide bright eyes as they can't move away from yours. Your hands run up his chest. "Do you understand?" you ask again, pushing him with your palms, looking for confirmation. He nods even though he gulps noisily, as the breath from a noisy exhale hits your face.

"Yeah." he nods, his chin pushing back into his neck slightly as he looks away from your eyes and up to the roof. "C'mon. Get on wif it." he says, clearing his throat as if now he's waiting on you.

You shut your eyes before you can roll them from his tone as you connect your lips to his. At first you're met with hesitancy and mostly mustache with the hint of his plush bottom lip. You're moving your lips slowly across his lower one, you slowly bite it, tugging at it slowly as you suck it into your mouth, your hands move up his chest and neck slowly into his hair and it's as if a switch is flipped. You can feel his body rev up under your hands. Once his lips push against yours, you're taken off guard by how soft they are when working as pair. One of his hands, moves up into your hair and the other, still where you'd placed it pulls you against him. This earns a small 'oof' that turns into an encouraging mewl as you feel his nails scraping against your scalp and his head pushes back against yours. The kiss turns from entry level to advanced as he opens his mouth against yours and you're thankful because you need to go bigger to sell this to the guard. As soon as your tongue touches his he groans and you gladly reciprocate the sound. His arm wraps around your lower back, you feel the pressure from his individual fingertips pressed into your ribs as he squeezes you against him. You move one arm down his chest and around to his back, feeling the muscles move underneath your hands and you can't help but be taken out of the urgency of the situation as you feel him flex to grab ahold of you and flip you to be against the wall. The surprise of the moment elicits and a muffled squeal from you and you feel his lips smile against yours in a paused moment, hearing how fast and heavy you were both breathing. He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth and continued his luscious assault upon your tongue with his. His enthusiasm draws another moan from your throat as your fingers dig into his shoulder and the other grips in his hair at the back of his head. You're surprised and delighted by the literal growl this causes from him as you let out a low, feminine, naughty laugh as he pulls back and shakes his head at you. You feel his fist gripping your hair but yours is much longer and there's less control from his end, but it does yank your head back and his kisses start to wander from your lips. Now it's your turn to make your version of a growl for him as his lips move down your jaw. This you didn't expect but as you sneak to glance at the guard watching you you're hit with a thrill of adrenaline, reminded that you were doing this for business and not pleasure. As his breath hits your ear your heavy breathing causes you let out a moan to the still night air. "Still there?" he whispers, his lips kissing the shell of your ear.

You let yourself giggle like a school girl getting whispered sweet nothings in her ear before you let out a breathy and very audible "Yes" that moans out close to his ear as you move your head to nuzzle into him slightly. You feel him nod and continue with what you're sure will be a favorite story to tell after the fact.

His lips stay on your ear for a few more wet rounds of nibbling on your lobe and you bite your lip and your hips instinctually roll against his. This could not go unnoticed, as he groans directly against your ear and you encourage him with a similar sound of your own. He buries his busied lips and tongue in the curve of your neck, brushing your hair back far too tenderly to match the tone of everything else happening to you. You feel his hand move under your skirt, as he wraps your still hitched leg around him even closer, his rough palms gliding over your upper thigh, setting your center directly on top of his. Your fingernails rake through his hair and you hear the muffled moans slip past his tongue that's massaging into the muscles on your neck. You're still panting as his hips start to move and you are caught off guard but are thrilled at his dedication. Letting your head tilt back and more sweet sounding desperate breaths and moans come tumbling out of your mouth as you look to see the guard still there. He moves his other hand to your face, kissing you deeply with a moan escaping pink, kiss-swollen lips before impact. The glimpse in his eyes, half-lidded and focused on your mouth entirely before they shut, show you blown out pupils that you assume would mirror your own at being handled in such a way. You feel his hand grasping your thigh to hold you against the wall. His hips roll again and that's when you feel him. You let out an entirely too genuine moan into his mouth at the feeling of him hard up against you.

"Still there?" he whispers, pulling away from you just enough to tug at your bottom lip with his teeth.

You're looking into each other's eyes this time as you nod at him with a pitiful 'Mmm Hmm' of a sound. He lets go of your lip and moves to groan into your partially exposed chest his face burying itself there. You move your fingers to card through his hair as he kisses his way across your chest, you bite your lip to keep from laughing from the surprisingly soft tickle of his beard against your sensitive skin. His hips push against you in a solid movement that drags him across your most sensitive parts and your face focuses, your brows knitted together, your bottom lip tightly between your teeth, you don't hold back on the noises and you're more than thankful for the actual stimulation even though it'll be mostly felt later when you recall it instead of now. He moves his hips on occasion as if he's really fucking into you as his hand's grip on your naked thigh runs hotter and tighter. You're starting to get annoyed at the guard not leaving because you're enjoying yourself too much and how much longer must you endure this before you have to ache all the way home. As if he feels you were less enthusiastic, he returns his mouth to yours and thoroughly distracts you with a heated kiss. You grunt at the impact but quickly lose yourself again in the chorus of moans you're both willingly releasing into each other's mouths. By the time he's through with this round of working moans out of you by means of your lips, he once again moves towards your neck. This gives you the chance to look up and see the guard has left. You let out a noisy exhale as Alfie sucks on your shoulder.

"Alfie." you moan out, still caught up in what he was doing to you, trying to get his attention.

"Fuck." you hear groaned in a deep voice into your neck, his mouth moving up to your ear. You can hear the small moans with every breath and press of his mouth against the skin behind your ear. You grit your teeth and make yourself stop.

"Ah-Alfie." you call out again, your hands moving to his shoulders, you blink your eyes fast to steady yourself mentally. His hips press up against you steadily.

"You stop that right now, Genevieve." you hear him growl into your ear and you literally feel yourself get wet and gasp from those words breathed into your ear in their harsh tone of warning. You let out one final shudder, it waves it's way across your body before you speak again.

"He's gone, Aflie. He's gone." you pant out, rolling your eyes at how hard it was to get out the words. He leaves his parted lips on the shell of your ear for a moment with no movement. You feel the hand on your thigh start to ease it's grip almost immediately. You're both still pressed together, your chests heaving against the other.

"Right." you hear him say into your ear with what you thought was the tone of hesitation. He lets your leg fall and holds your hips as he moves away from you to make sure you're steady before he lets go. You give him a nod, already moving to straighten your dress and look busy while he tried to hide the physical proof of how much he'd enjoyed that little romp as well. Once you're back to being yourselves, in the cold light of the moon, you're thankful things don't feel that different. Just a buzzing in the air around the two of you left.

"Not half bad, Solomons." you say in a deep tone as you let out a quiet laugh, your tongue peeking out from your teeth just slightly in jest.

He's fixing his shirt as your eyes roll up to his. "Not half bad, Greene." he grins but doesn't keep eye contact long, clearing his throat and shoving his hands into his pockets. You succeeded in not looking in that direction.

"Come, we have to get out of here before another one comes around. Don't wanna have to do that again do we?" you let yourself have one more chuckle before running your hands through your hair and letting out a thought filled sigh. He doesn't respond but has a focused brow as he looks down the alleyway, his feet starting to carry him in the same direction. "No, no." you whisper, reaching out and taking his hand in yours without even thinking about it. "You can't go that way, they'll see you." you shake your head at him as his eyes go to your hand. "Can't help but get yourself into trouble can you?" you say in a certain but not demeaning tone. You tug on his hand slightly as he starts to move towards you. "Follow me." you whisper with a duck of your head towards him. You pull your hand which was laced into his loosely, you're distinctly aware of the tension you sense in his fingers as you feel them hard and almost gripping against your own as you let them go.

Pt 17 No. 1 Party Anthem

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villainousascent-blog · 8 years ago

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Fallout 4, Perspective, and a Better Way to Play

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. It's 2 years down the line, here's my advice on coming to Fallout 4 from previous titles.

Don't go into Fallout 4 expecting New Vegas, Fallout 3, or either of interplay's Fallout Titles. Go into expecting an engineering game. A plumbing game. An electrician game.

And now to talk about the Pitt DLC for Fallout 3*. I know that's confusing, but just. No. Stop. Don't go. Instead, sit and listen. Here. Let me explain. You see, I had a revelation.

After playing Fallout 4, I went back to Fallout 3, to test my mechanical knowledge of it, by never healing my bleeding, broken body, and never dying. A permadeath run. I wasn't allowed to fast travel, and if I died, that was that and the run ended. Mods, on the other hand were allowed, but they had to be appropriate to the run. I had an improvised weapons mod(because it fit the run, and fallout 3's atmosphere of lonesome, solitary desperation), an alternate repair mod the weapon mod kits mod, a smokable cigarettes mod, backpack mod, basic primary needs mod, killable children mod, a binoculars mod, and the classic fallout weapons mod. I also, by necessity had the CALIBR mod, Rh Ironsights, and CRAFT. The cigarettes mod was changed slightly to get rid of the charisma bonus. That was it.

If you want the rules, here they are. Healing the body with stimpaks, or healing crippled limbs, is forbidden. That doesn't however, mean that the body isn't allowed to heal itself. I'm just not allowed to intervene in that process. Same with radiation and addiction. I can, however, take preventative action. As well if say, the game deems it necessary to heal me in some way or another, who am I to say no. As well, using a mod,

I'll have to manage hunger, thirst, and exhaustion. If I can't manage any of those properly, I'm fucked, and the run ends.

A revelation came to me when I was playing through the Pitt DLC. For those of you that don't know, the bulk of that particular DLC takes place in Pittsburgh, New York, famous for its industry. That industry is steel production and processing, hence, Pittsburgh Steelers. The Pitt takes place primarily in a massive, monolithic foundry in the heart of New York industry. And now for more explanation. Spoilers, from here on out.

You begin by answering a distress call from a man named Wernher. When you finally meet him, his request is fairly straight forward, actually quite nice. Help him save his people. Things are rarely that simple, though. You see, his people are slaves, and in order to get in, you must disguise yourself as one. As a side note, to meet with him, you need to go far to the north, into scorpion and deathclaw territory. In order to fit the part, I met Wernher wearing the wasteland settler outfit, (mostly for the agility bonus, which helps with stealth), Three-Dog's Headwrap(Sorry threedog, but I needed the extra charisma and luck. Plus, I enjoy GNR's other, less well known host.) and a pair of biker goggles. I like to travel extremely light when doing stealth builds, which I was, and if I get shot on a build like that, death is certain. No need for armor. As well, I was equipped with a shoddy pipe rifle. Got to look the part, right? In my inventory, a backpack, a silenced mauser, some mines, a dart gun, a shishkebab, food, water, and a massive amount of drugs and alcohol. For the shishkebab, I wound up murdering a caravan. For the dart gun, Tenpenny Tower had to go. As for the drugs, combat drugs, morphine, rad x, psycho, mentats, etc. are allowed under the rules.

After a brief skirmish with the other denizens of the Pitt, which I, being the coward that I am, stayed out of, Wernher greets me. After a brief scolding, introductions are made, and he tells me about the Pitt. In his own words "I come from a place far to the northwest. It's called the Pitt. It's... Well... Lets's be honest... The place is a nightmare... Radiation, mutation, disease. But the worst of it: My people, some of the only survivors, are slaves." He's got one shot at helping his people, at making a difference, and he needs your help to do it. A pretty convincing plee for help, if I do say so myself. So, I agree to help. After all, with that argument, how can I say no?

First things, first, I need a disguise, and I need to do it without a fight. Money, than. I pay for the slaves, and free them. Aren't I a goody two-shoes? After taking the presumably rank smelling outfit from a man who expired from unknown causes, I went to meet up with Wernher at the tunnel.

The north of the map, is beautiful, and desolate, and gray. The Pitt, on the otherhand, is hot and smoky, overbearingly bright, the entire area dyed a brilliant orange from the flames and molten steel of the foundry. A strikingly beautiful shift in tone and atmosphere. After a brief conversation with Wernher, Lydia learn's what I already knew. She'll be stripped of all gear except a slave outfit, and a single 5 shot snubnosed .32 revolver. One of the worst firearms in the game. So, I begin to make my way across the bridge that serves to both defend the Pitt and prevent escape. It funnels witless morons both ways, and the entire thing is a time bomb, filled wuith land mines chemical waste barrels. At the foot of the bridge, I make a quick change of gear, swapping into the dead man's garb. Have to fit the part, remember?

I, or rather, Lydia makes her way, at a slow, barely perceptible crawl in order to not trigger any of the mines. As a result, she arrives, mostly safe and sound, and intact, if having gained a few more rads. I'm then greeted by Mex, who immediately "recognizes" me as a slave. The disguise worked.

I'm then dragged in, and meet with Midea(Get used to greek figures with slightly misspelled names. That will come up again.) And then the Pitt begins in earnest.

You see, Wernher. Was. Not. Kidding. Mutation and disease run rampant. Both master and slave alike, are affected. The people of the Pitt are covered in horrific and disgusting lesions, sorer, bruises and the like. Life in the Pitt, whether master or slave, is brutal, savage and unforgiving. Death is a guarantee. Both the air and water are vectors for the horrific diseases, mutations, and radiation that are a fact of life in the Pitt. Lydia, Desperate for a weapon, or salvation, went off to a man named Marco. He had a welcoming gift, the Auto Axe. The Auto Axe is a wonderfully, ridiculously powerful melee weapon, based off a masonry saw. No really, it is. It's as violent as chainsaw, without the risk of fleshy goop gunking up the works. She then goes to meet Everett and in the process, steals his cigarettes and pre-war money, and enters the Steel Yard, with one, singular purpose. Survive. From here on out, things are going to be incredibly stressful and difficult.

Something I briefly touched upon earlier was the verticality of the Pitt. The Steel Yard itself is massive, but a lot of this done through height rather than area. A single slip up, or tripping and falling, spells almost certain doom. If the injury doesn't kill you, the mutants and the radiation will. And if that doesn't manage to kill you, you're own body will. With a primary needs mod, the Pitt is even more brutal.

In the Steel Yard itself, there is this sort of massive, central tower that constantly belches radiation and smoke. It's a hell of a view, and tactically significant if you manage to fight your way up there.

Into the Steel Yard, and off to arm myself, and collect the ingots which would buy my salvation. The first 10, relatively easy. That gets you the Laborer's outfit, which grants an additional point of agility, strength, and endurance, each. The next 20, harder, but not impossible. The reward: the filtration helmet. A massively useful, rad resistance helmet. Essentially a gas mask. 10 more, and were up to 30. the reward here, not nearly as useful. At 40, the metal master armor. Eh. 50, the Metal blaster, an immensely powerful scatterlaser. 60, bombshell armor. Meh. 70, Leather rebel armor, charisma bonus. Meh. 80. The Mauler, one of two unique Auto Axes. 10 more and were at the most useful weapon in the Pitt. The Perferator. There, we stop. There are 10 more, and the reward is unique power armor, but I'm not interested right now. Along the way, I pick up an assault rifle, combat shotgun, hunting rifle, unique .32 pistol, and the Gamma Shield armor, all well very carefully dodging trogs. Trogs, for those of you that don't know, are the soft squishy, and incredibly lethal and dangerously strong mutants of the Pitt. Humans, affected by the disease and radiation, driven mad and turned into mindless beasts that crawl on all fours. Welcome to the Pitt, Slave. With a bit of damage, but not much, because of Med-X(morphine), I make way, after more than few questionable victories in the Steel Yard, to Midea again. Now, she says, it's time to fight in the hole, and earn both my freedom, and a chance to meet with leader of this horrific cesspool of disease, agony, torture, and slavery. A chance to meet with Ashur. A chance to steal the cure. The cure being the entire reason I'm here. How can I say no? A small note on Everett, by the way. He's my favorite character in the entire franchise, and he's funny and well written to boot. Kudos to Bethesda, by the way, for making one of, in my opinion, the most memorable characters in the series. Not a lot to say, but quite possibly the best written slave master I've seen. He's totally corrupt, and genuinely warm, which makes for a wonderful and eclectic, eccentric personality.

So, I volunteer to fight. A chance to earn a shot for my radiation is immensely valuable, at this point, due to advanced radiation poisoning, soon to be a level worse. You see, the Hole, is a radioactive pit, in which slaves fight for their freedom. The fighting is a brutally fast and completely savage affair, which ends in a matter of seconds, not minutes. It's a no holds barred death match. In the first fight, you're pitted against three other hopefuls. Speak to Faydra, the arena master, and enter. I chose to enter drugged up(Psycho, Buffout, MedX, Mentats, Cigarettes, Alcohol etc) beyond belief in the Laborer's Gear with it's damage resistance of 4 and Filtration mask, armed with the Perferator, the unique assault rifle that's been sawed down and given a scope and suppressor, from Everett, and the man opener, the utterly insane and unique Auto Axe from the massive warehouse in the Steel Yard. The first fight is lightning fast. All three hopefuls gunned down in a matter of seconds from a shrouded position in a corner near the entrance. I exited, and was gifted with most useful thing in the entire run. A radiation scrub. You have no idea how incredibly useful that is in a challenge run like this. Immediately back into the hole, switching to the Metal Blaster. Not my strong suit, but each projectile does a decent amount of damage, and there are 9 projectiles in total. Next up, the Bear Brothers. Dead in seconds. Lightning fast, but not fast enough, and utterly brutal. Last up, Gruber. Quick 5 shots. Dead. Took damage. Freedom. My reward? My equipment returned, and my freedom. After these fights I no longer have the luxury of getting into combat here. Need my health for other more pressing engagements, particularly when fighting tribals. I'm better equipped than I went in, but in worse condition. Survival is my priority. Time To meet with Ashur.

And here's where we start to get into Fallout 4.

So, into Ashur's home, to meet with him and his wife. Ashur is an ex-Brotherhood paladin, from when the Brotherhood of Steel came to the Pitt to solve it's issues, and salvage its technologies. Still in the Laborer's Outfit, but now with a headwrap and biker goggles, an odd combination to be sure. Led up to his home, Lydia proceeds to enter. After the brutality and the violence she's just been through, this is a nice change of pace. Walking up, we overhear a conversation between one of the masters of the Pitt, and THE Master of the Pitt. During this conversation, it's revealed that he doesn't like to call them slaves. He prefers workers. It gives the slaves hope. He wants to cure radiation. An interesting proposition, but how would one do that? The answer? His own child, who has a natural and transferable immunity. I sided with Ashur, because he wasn't willing to risk the health of his daughter in order to create a cure, and I wanted to survive. I also nicked his cigarettes.

Now, how and why would the Pitt give a different perspective on how to play and view Fallout 4. Well, let's let Ashur tell us. In his own words:

Lydia: "What do you mean about the city's future?"

Ashur: "Now that Marie's back, we have a chance at curing the disease that's been ravaging The Pitt since the bombs. Without it killing our kids, we can grow like a real city. No more bringing in slaves. No more forced labor. Things can get better. It's taken me a lot of work rebuild this city. With your help, it's finally going to have a chance."

Lydia: "So, what do I do now?"

Ashur: "That's up to you. We'll keep working on the cure and keep the city running. You're free to come and go as you like. Of course you can help out at the mill by collecting metal from the Steelyard. It'd help lighten the load on the workers. And if you want to work on Sandra's good side, you can always bring her toys for Marie. It's a little thing, but it would make a difference."

Lydia: "Do you ever miss the Brotherhood of Steel?"

Ashur: "Not in the slightest. During the scourge, we looted the Pitt and left the rest of it to rot. I was just a dumb convert who got stuck here afterwards. See, beneath it all, the Brotherhood's just lazy. It's easier to loot a dying city than work to bring it back to life, so that's what they did. They're so obsessed with the technology of the past, they don't care what needs to be done for today and tomorrow. It takes real, hard work to rebuild and run a city. But there isn't a machine to do it for them, so the Brotherhood ain't interested. Good riddance."

That last answer. Fallout 4 is Fallout from Ashur's perspective. It is a love letter to all those who help to keep society running. Engineers and plumbers. Electricians and architects. Doctors and mechanics. Chefs and farmers. Soldiers and search parties. If you go into Fallout 4, expecting it to play from the Brotherhood's perspective, expecting to loot and move on, you're going to have a bad time. However, if you go into it from Ashur's perspective, willing to put in the hard work, the time and effort to revive a dying civilization, you'll have an incredible, and rewarding experience, bursting with jaw droppingly beautiful vistas and incredible works of art.

This has been Villainous, signing off.

* Note that damage isn't perfectly talked about, because I'm actually not sure what my weapon skills were because somewhere in there, there's a level up missing, and the saves between the beginning of the steelyard and the end of the hole have been lost.

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