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Fallout 4 (Part 3)

January 31, 2016

This post is a continuation from the previous. Last post can be found here. To start from the beginning, click here.

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Well I let my jolly group of settlers fuck off for the time being, yolo. Really I had more fun things to do, like…wander around. Top priority of a Fallout game, you know.

Anyway, I take Dogmeat and head out, by this time the sun has risen and it’s another beautiful day…well as beautiful as nuclear fallout can be. I’m listening to Atom Bomb Baby and bopping along when suddenly…a distress signal! And apparently it’s not too far away, coming from a police station just a bit further to my left. So Dogmeat and I gallivant our way over, shoot up some feral ghouls, and finally meet with some Brotherhood of Steel lunkhead.

…Let me tell you something.

I don’t like the Brotherhood of Steel.

I’m not sure why, maybe because they always struck me as pompous assholes (save for Veronica), but they just rub me the wrong way.

Of course since I automatically don’t like them when the leader asks for my help I in turn as him what’s in it for me.

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YEP DON’T LIKE HIM

…Eh. But I guess I’m already here, guess I can lend the little shits a hand. Why not.

So he introduces himself as Paladin Danse of the Brotherhood of Shit. To be honest since this guy is an absolute snoozefest I can’t even remember what he wanted to do, something about retrieving a transmitter for some dumb reason or another, and how the Institute is bad blah blah. I loot the shit out of the Police Station, talk to some of his crew (Scribe Haylen is a lot cooler), we head out into the night to get this transmitter.

Let me tell you something. This man never shuts the fuck up. We’re practically running to the next location and he is going on and on and on about who knows because you know what? Maybe I wanna pick up some shit on the way there and he never fucking waits for anything.

Danse: “We need to get the transmitter–”

Me: “One sec let me turn down my radio here…”

Danse: “…blah blah Insitute…Brotherhood of Steel.”

Me: <_____< “Ah, forget it.” (turns Diamond City radio back on)

So we finally get to the building we need to go to, and Danse continues to talk about this damn transmitter. Of course I reply sarcastically to this guy every time, and boy, does he hate that!

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For someone who hates synths he sure talks about them a lot.

Of course we get ambushed by synths, I mean really, what else were we expecting here, except Danse is pretty much a fucking tank with his power armor and better armor so I basically let him do all the fucking work, because surprise, once again he doesn’t wait for me to loot shit so he’s off fighting stuff on his own.

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I don’t know who made this gif but give them a fucking gold star holy shit it’s perfect.

Me: “K, bye.”

(obvious sounds of battle down the hall, then some muffled talking, and the fading sound of footsteps)

Me: “…Why did you need my help again?” >___>

So once I’m done with my looting conquest I finally catch up to the man, we get ambushed, I nearly die but yolo, Danse the man can save the day. We have to connect power to the elevators, no problem, with my amazing hacking skills we get the power back on in no time. Apparently you could have done this shit first and fried all the synths, but I didn’t so. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyway we take a ride in the elevator, Danse gets stuck because he’s huge and stupid, and we fight more synths before we get to the control center and get the Deep Range Transmitter. Mission accomplished, I suppose. By the time we leave the building, it’s morning, and Danse gives me a pretty bad ass energy weapon, Righteous Authority. Thanks dude, wish you’d have given me that earlier when I, y’know, needed it but hey, no one expected you to be smart so that’s okay.

Danse decides just from the mission alone, and ignoring my obvious sarcastic tone towards him and the Brotherhood, that I should join up with him.

Uhhh, let me think about that shit, bro.

No.

Besides, I gotta go back to Sanctuary. Mama Murphy needs her special chair.

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Ignoring that there’s one right fucking behind you.

Guess I better get a buildin’. 🙂

Up Next: My Synthetic Valentine

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