Fallout Confessions

“To me, sparring with Silus is always something to look forward to. Intimidating him and listening to his incisive comments both gets my blood boiling and makes me laugh. He’s a wonderful bastard.”

Fallout Confessions

“I’m currently level 50, can kill any monster at close or long range in a few shots, have a shitload of caps and own more armour, weapons, ammo and chems then I’ll ever need. Yet I still can’t stop myself from scrounging through every goddamn random container in the wasteland I come across even though I know they’ll just contain junk.”

Fallout Confessions

“There’s something poetic about the iconic symbols of America; freedom, having been left to crumble and turn to dust.”

Fallout Confessions

“A feral ghoul’s alert cry in a spooky metro station is probably one of the highest ranked events on my “times I got scared shitless” list.”

Fallout Confessions

“I think the next Fallout should take place in Anchorage. My thinking is that the area would have been untouched by the war as both sides feared losing the oil fields. The enclave took advantage of this and built a city on the former battlefield, hoping to use it as a staging ground for their operations. They used “servants” taken from the local tribes for manual labor, but it was not enough for their plans. This is where you come in, you are a vault dweller specifically from vault 49 located in Juneau. The goal of vault 49 was to test the viability of cryogenic suspension for the enclave’s plan for colonization. Given the town’s proximity to the frontlines when the alarms went off on October 23 the entire town went underground. Centuries pasted as the denizens waited for the all clear, but when it came they were met with a more hostile welcome then they expected. The entire town was taken by the enclave to be used as labor and for years you suffered under their rule. Until one day when reports were coming in about a number of mysterious explosions at remote oil rigs. You and a team were sent to investigate with one of your handlers. As you began to investigate suddenly an explosion ripped through the facility and you are shot backwards into the ground. Bleeding and disoriented you are unable to move as the pure white snow around you turns crimson. Looking side to side trying to find help the last thing you see as your vision fades to black is a pair of silver metal boots in the snow. “War…war never changes””

Fallout Confessions

“I have to collect at least one of every set of armor and every weapon. I often get mods to add ‘armory’ rooms to my player houses so I can effectively organize my items.”

Fallout Confessions

“I have a headcannon about the origin of the securitrons. When House was constructing the bunker to contain the securitrons he couldn’t let the secret get out lest the government confiscate them for the war effort. Added to that the certainty of his calculations about the war gave birth to a fear of lose within him. This fear began to eat at House, he would stare for hours at his snowglobe collection and wonder why he couldn’t just put everything he treasured into similar enclosures. And this gave him an idea, he had all the workers killed and had their minds placed into the securitrons. And those closest to him became the personalities that he surrounded himself with so he would never be alone. I get chills when I think of this not just because of the brutality of his action but also because we know who Jane was, but you’ve got to wonder…who was Victor?”

Fallout Confessions

“Fawkes was my best friend in the Capital Wasteland”

Fallout Confessions

“I ship M!LW/F!Courier like a mofo and I am greatly saddened by the lack of love that pairing get.”

Fallout Confessions