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(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

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[ 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."

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I spent 15 minutes wandering around red rocket looking for deacon. he finally decided to drop in.

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Yes man with tooth gap... That is all

Oh yes... very cute.

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https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/71640

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i really love new vegas

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Okay so I was recently replaying fallout 3. And I swear once you get to higher levels having a companion is like watching over a lost child. I don’t use mods,so all companions besides dogmeat die to like three hits. I also play as a good karma lone wanderer which gives me less choices for companions. So I ideally travel with Charon which is the funniest shit since that man will attack anything that moves. I went into a vault and was clearing it out floor by floor. But apparently that was too slow for him so he went down a floor without me and instantly got killed by a miurlirk king. I would just be travelling the wasteland and he would disappear to fuck knows where,then turn up dead. He’s one of my favorite companions but I swear he is dumber than a sack of bricks

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This thought won’t leave me alone so now my fears are your fears.

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Y’all wanted an Arcade audio so here he is! My favorite researcher 

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shoutout to this dude brazenly doing push-ups during a full out assault of the fort

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IDK WHY DO I FIND TJIS SO FUNNY

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Notes from JE Sawyer’s stream:

Toward the end of development, every location would have a day or half a day to complete. Most of the border locations suffered from this like Searchlight Airport, and thus did not have a lot of time for Lore™

Something specific JE Sawyer wanted to add if they had time: more bug testing, postgame, more Legion content

Testing for Caravan took place during idle times like lunch. Implementation was not difficult. JE says he regrets making it not as easy to understand.

The musical cutoff point was JFK’s assassination

“Arcade is not my self insert 🎵”

JE sang the Lonesome Drifter’s songs because there weren’t many options when they realized they should implement performances. He didn’t put them on the radio because he felt it wasn’t professional enough. When Bethesda used his Home on the Wastes he was surprised

He chose Goodsprings because when he visited it he liked the idea of starting somewhere small and isolated.

“I feel people responded well to Veronica and Arcade at a time when lgbtq representation was not very common”

“Arcade does not represent me in the game.”

Arcade was JE’s player character but so was Jean Baptiste-Cutting, and he is also not JE’s self insert

He is happy that Arcade is part of the conversation about how representation happens and that as a result there is a broader spectrum of representation. He has seen the discussion about whether being “gay” is a character’s entire personality

Carry weight can be a good part of playing a game, but sometimes it just feels vestigial

He feels that karma was more or less vestigial and unnecessary

JE designed cazadors

Vault experiments: were mostly recycled from their time at Black Isle

There’s one JSawyer mod, other modders can use it and do what they like just be clear that their mod isn’t his

The reason why the Legion has less content is because the devs designed the content on the map from the inside out

He likes the feel and aesthetic of Fallout 4’s power armor, but doesn’t like getting power armor early. Prefers a sense of progression in equipment depending on stage of the game

Lip sync for NPCs is procedural

Likes Zachary Levi :)

New Vegas’s orange tint was found early. Pre-Fallout 4, the lighting engine was not strong, and without a tint everything washes out.

Multiple currencies was JE’s idea

JE disagrees with Avellone about the setting being “too civilized” and prefers post-postapoc where people try to rebuild

6, 10, Kings, Jacks are his suggestions for Caravan

The only planned possible “romance” was getting elvis-weddinged to Cass

His rules for music: nothing past 1964, mostly country, some ratpack, more down tempo and mellow songs

John Gonzalez did the writing for Benny, and the Tops characters

THE POWDER GAMERS

Sunny Smiles was never supposed to be a companion

Ulysses’ dialog was so big it wouldn’t fit on the disc to be a vanilla companion

Cass was the second largest companion

“The ghosts in Baja” are an intentional mystery

Fallout Berlin. Fallout Midwest 2. Fallout New York. Fallout Quebec

Camp Forlorn Hope was a lot of work, mostly by Charles Staples

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here’s to ten more slutty, slutty years

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I missed the crew

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Fallout Week 2015 Day Five-  Fave faction - Followers of the Apocalypse.

“The world tends toward destruction, so we try to make a difference.”