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[slocum-dodson]

Mmm, the most beautiful man.

i only jusr started playing fo4 after its been marinating in my library for a year. i think preston is cute tbh.

i coloured his hat the wrong colour ignore that please :(

[slocum-dodson]

When I die I will meet my slain enemies in heaven. Then we will slay God.

I am Ron Dodson, CEO of Slocum's Joe. I can be reached at @slocum-dodson. I represent a chain of Coffee and Dougnut restaurants and all I've ever wanted since I was a young lad of four was to dominate the world using my empire of coffee and doughnut restaraunts.

The atomic bomb represents a great many horrors in this world, but I'm an entrepreneur, when those atom bombs flew, I knew that there was a great opportunity awaiting me on the other side. A vast wasteland once known as Boston, where the people were ignorant of what the Minimum Wage is. Now I, as God. Have decided to instruct them in the ways of Pre-War Capitalism.

Anyway, the point is. If you ever need access to a coffee or doughnut shop. You can find a Slocum's Joe in your area. And If not...you will soon enough.

I have a private coffee bar in my house and at my work building. But thanks, Ron.

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Old Paul is a condescending fuck. It took every ounce of willpower that I had to not destroy him with a minigun. He acts as though he has any power in this settlement. Never mind the fact that I'm the closest thing to God, his geriatric ass knows. If he backtalks me again, I swear to fucking christ that I'll cut his throat in his sleep.

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"your from Nate's vault right?"

@synth-nick-valentine

I don't know any Nates. My wife's name was Nora, if that helps anything.

I'm the cowboy that I want to see in the world.

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Oh goddamn it, old Paul's back!

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So I'm rushing into Concord with this broken bottle I've found. I'm not pissing around. If any of these bastards try to hurt Preston, they're getting glassed.

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I'm doing things differently.

I think in the past when I tried establishing my empire, I did a host of things incorrectly. I think now that I've been given a second chance, I can expand Slocum's Joe, not only using The Minutemen and The Insitute but also the Railroad. I don't care about the brotherhood, the second they show up I'm taking their airship down.

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I'm going to skin Kellogg alive the second I find him and turn him into a coat.

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Hello Again, Kellogg. Be seeing you real soon, bud.

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I know I should be upset knowing that all of my neighbors are either going to die or become feral ghouls, but I never liked any of them, frankly. That twisted fuck in the bathrobe's a pervert and liked to look in the windows of my house when he thought I couldn't tell.

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I woke up in the goddamn past. Preston has been cruelly ripped away from me by the horrors of time travel(?) and now I'm pissed. I woke up on the day when Boston got fucked into a coma by the bomb.

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I want to be a better person.

You probably think I was pretty naïve, huh? I guess I was. Still am, too. Even after everything.

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What the fuck is going on with the railroad?

~How to Significantly Worsen the Railroad in Fallout 4~

Move the Railroad's secret base to a sub-basement under the mile-wide labyrinth next to the long, Feral Ghoul-infested train station beneath the Old North Church. It now takes four loading screens to get from the overworld to the headquarters.

Glory and Desdemona are a couple! However, just one main quest after they confess their feelings to each other, the Brotherhood of Steel kill them both. Dr Carrington becomes the Railroad's new leader.

Before each of the Railroad's main storyline quests, you have to finish about five radiant quests. And if you do about a hundred radiant quests, you'll get access to a safe full of random respawning valuables!

Some of these radiant quests have you escorting a fugitive all the way across the map, while being pursued by Institute forces who spawn randomly in groups of four or five. The fugitive will quite cheerfully attempt to fend them off with a stick or a pipe pistol. If a Courser so much as touches them, they'll be teleported back to the Institute, and Desdemona (or Dr Carrington) will spank you in front of all your comrades for letting her down.

Other of these radiant quests have you establishing safehouses, with room and board for at least twenty escaped Synths, in randomly-chosen settlements. Each safehouse has to be disguised as another building, such as a launderette, a coffee shop or a fire station, which means you have to paint the walls JUST so and scatter JUST the right sorts of clutter around before you can hand in the quest.

The Railroad give the player a Synth - yes, GIVE the player a Synth, but this particular Synth, so we're told, is perfectly happy to have a human owner. She just doesn't feel right, you see, unless she has a master to serve and protect with her blade. Her lovely blue and golden armoured dress can be worn under armguards and a breastplate, but none of them really go with it.

She also dies while protecting the player from a Courser, one they could probably have defeated with ease by then.

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Preston is EASILY one of the sexiest and also prettiest and also saddest and also most gentle characters ever made.

I want to fuck him so badly, but I also NEED to cuddle him

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Please help the family of a non-verbal autistic child (who has been losing weight because he only eats certain kinds of food, largely unavailable during this time) leave Gaza!

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platforming palestinian joy is just as important as sharing the suffering they're enduring during this genocide. despite continued displacement and bombardment, you cannot steal their joy and spirit. happy birthday to this sweet baby 🖤🇵🇸 may they grow up to see a free palestine

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Last night I had a dream. I dreamt that it was sometime before the war. Maybe longer before the war. Before my time maybe. Preston and I were farmers, dressed in overalls coming back to our shared cabin after a long day of work. Our bodies were slick with sweat, but made strong by our shared labor. We need to be strong so the harvest will come to fruition.

I give him the eyes and we're about to slip off our overalls when a goddamn super mutant enters our home and shoots us with a Fatman.

Then I woke up.

Even in my fun, sexy dreams I can't be free to live in peace with my husband without some dickhead wasteland monster trying to kill us.