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I could not abandon Fallout, even after all the torture the great intelligent design of Bethesda has inflicted upon it. It is something that happens in relationships, realization of ones flaws, stepping aside, taking time, only to realize that the beauty is hidden within, and then running back, running back like a kid who got drunk for the first time in his f$#!@* life with a taste of cheap a^& tobacco still lingering in the mouth. Thank you o' great modders of the Fallout Universe :thanks: Got me Point Lookout(among others), ran through it just to see what happens in the glorious Bethesda end. Found the boat, found the manager, a.k.a twisted and sick f$%* who cut my skull open and marinated piece of my brain in the mayonnaise jar(Hello...Clarice?) :blink: Got there in fairly decent shape, arms and legs intact and all. Oh yeah, forgot to tell you, the premise is another UPS mission, please go find my f@#$%!* daughter, that b&%$# run off on me again :wallbash: And so we are here(feel free to continue, I am tired)... TURN ON TUNE IN DROP OUT

So I got this thing called the Pitt...the most psychedelic experience in my life. There is no need for drugs anymore, Bethesda got it all figured out. If you combine MDMA (E, X, or XTC) and Bethesda you get the following plot: Radio signal, guy screaming for help, go there and find him, guy getting shot at multiple times and walks away only to be a sarcastic little turkey, sends me to find crap, I find crap, through telekinesis guy realizes that I wiped everyone out in order to obtain crap and showers me with his sarcastic remarks. We go into the tunnel, Bethesda promised the trip to be dangerous and long, the guy stands next to the STALKER looking thingy, thingy does not move, load screen pups up...somewhere along the lines I faced a moral choice of stealing a baby and cutting the lights, I cut the lights and stole the baby. To my amusement I saw idiots with concrete cutters go against idiots with machine guns...Ok...guy from the beginning of this mess pupped up again only to tell me to get the *&%$ out??? And who the @#!% are Trogs??? And to the mods. Dusty Sky by Yossarian22. Makes everything depressing and perfect again, aahhh good old Fallout 2 days :ninja: My conscience wants vegetarianism to win over the world. And my subconscious is yearning for a piece of juicy meat. But what do I want? (Stalker, 1979)

The distance from the Dome (aka Capitol) to Lincolns memorial is incorrect, everything is way too closely related, I had an opportunity to test this personally while in DC, it took almost two freaking hours to walk from one end of the Mall to the other. Great stretching of the imagination there Bethesda. But it is not about this today, I think I have discovered the origins of Three Dog. Does anyone know or remember Super Soul? Here is a hint, Vanishing Point :woot: And to the mods. NPC Height Randomizer by Luchaire. Without this mod, life in Fallout 3 will feel like an episode from the Twilight Zone, "Vault dweller, trapped in the universe of grotesque mannequins, known as the Twilight Zone." I am the lemon zester of destruction! :whoops:

ignore male without a father thing...thank you Nexus...apparently for some strange reason B A S T A R D became MALE WITHOUT A FATHER...Nexus is more amusing than Bethesda (no pun intended, love you guys) :woot:

Something else bothered me today...a lot. So you are strolling through the desert, big ass smile, heater in check in the invisible holster, frags bouncing like the bodies in the trunk on the invisible belt, and here it comes. You are tired, wasted, hangover, in need of a fix, and finally you are home, the same freaking thing wants to cut your hair with a circular saw while sarcastically greeting your arrival, male without a father. Yea, I am talking about a shiny ball suspended in the air, by means of a rocket engine, that spits green beams of light in your eyes. Bethesda, there was a war, there is no gas, there is a flame thrower, was is so hard to stick a flamer fuel canister or two into that male without a father to make its infinite flying capabilities seem more believable. I assume that at 3000 degrees Celsius some burn marks would be left, small fires, few screams in the night, sadly none of which is happening. The pinnacle of all is the creativity and ability to stick that thing into the building, making a chaos more chaotic. And to the mods. Amplified Crippled Effects by MechanicalPirate. Just shoot and laugh, shoot and laugh, walk away slowly while tossing a frag. Makes me want to close up shop and let this City rot. Screw 'em all :turned:

Something odd is visible every time I'd try to seduce one of those blow up dolls at Megaton's local establishments. There is a freaking cow next to the A-bomb with a man plowing dirt!!! Here, I've said it. Trying to achieve totality, nirvana, or so freaking high that Megaton is a big green field of tall grass that scratches the balls, about to start singing USSR hymn. I wish I had his vision. The man bothers me, sniping or direct confrontation is in order. Another oddity, there is a cabin by the river owned by a pirate and operated by an angry cockroach, I fried his ass due to the false ice cream advertisement. And to the mods. Wasteland Player by sinisterchipmunk. Sex is now raw and destructive force. Gentlemen, you are about to witness for approximately 61 cents of ordinary household materials, the perfect home-made silencer (Scanner Darkly). :smile:

Got another mod without which life in Bethesda wasteland would be an unbearable experience equivalent to realization that gun shots in your neighborhood is not a weekend trip with your buddies and a case of a cold one in the densely wooded area. Better Living Through Chems by Captain. Prodigy - Out Of Space nuff said. Been there. Seen that. Got the scars :nuke:

Bethesda, if you are reading this (and I know you are, keep having this funny feeling as if someone is watching me through the pixels of my monitor), just remember that some of us live only 358 mi – about 6 hours 38 mins from Pittsburgh, PA, piss in a bucket by Jersey standards. I feel like I've passed an arbitrary experience point limit and gained more power :starwars:

Here and there I will post the mods(all on Nexus) without which my life in the wasteland would be 95% water and 5% whiskey. What's Your Brand by CptJoker. Excellent for those who smoke, quit, or trying to bum one with a dollar bill in the shaking hand from the tall scary guy in the poorly lit area of the street. Better Booze by CptJoker. Great way to avoid those exciting AA meetings and the ugly mug with a flashlight in your face, the stupid white line is always crooked. "I think I met a woman...Or maybe I was a woman." (Mutant, Downtown DC) :turned:

I thank all the modders out there for making a Fallout feel like home again :thanks:

I really don't get it. Finished it(Anchorage) few hours ago and left standing on a freaking bridge while the &$%#@ is crumpling underneath me. I want to thank Bethesda(very sarcastic) for the great Cliffhanger reference and the Half-Life like introduction(those pesky life-size cardboard cutouts are at it again) with the sprinkle of Call of Duty here and there(I think I was just imagining things at that point). Instead of Anchorage, I met American grease monkey, two PC's, some important twitcher who talked to the wall of the tent most of the time, invisible bastards with a sword, and a bunch of morons running head first, or not moving at all, into the line of fire. All this just to open a door to a freaking closet identical to other freaking closets scattered throughout wasteland! Marvelous... TK421 o_O

First impression(s) of Anchorage.

Thank you everyone for the replies So I am in one of those places with neatly stacked 50's style nuclear devices, discharging a weapon at such a device or surrounding area produces no desired effect, sadly. Sitting on a cliff and discharging a Fat Man under a big yellow moon is very romantic, until you run out of nukes. Instead of great Clint Eastwood chases and shootouts with killer punchlines I get spooks with assault rifles who greet me every time upon exiting the subway station, the truth is out there. Apparently sexual experience of Fallout 3 constitutes of telepathy, damn that radiation, cause every time I pay the bill I get one of those granny talking to a little girl selling cookies lines and nothing, nothing, nothing, she goes to sleep and I wake up feeling like a ripe peach under the Sun. Kamasutra Master :blink:

I am still in the Fallout 3 universe, a lot has changed, thanks to the great Fallout 3 modding community. But still, ignorance of the obvious things burns my eyes like the effects of the Sun after spending 30 years in the vault under the 40 watt bulb. Where the #@%^ are elevators, classic Fallout vaults had elevators, Vaults were multilevel, go anywhere, poke anything, kill anyone. Obviously, the rendition of 21st century vault system by Bethesda is a collection of luxury underground apartment complexes. Something from H. G. Wells comes to mind at this point. P.S. Can't wait for the Anchorage! :blink:

Thank you everyone for the replies. I had one of those "who the vulk is shooting at me" moments. I was skipping through the wasteland, minding my own business, looking for the things to kill and steal, stopped by some junk to watch the Sun go down the hill. Nice and cozy, all is missing is some milk and +20/rads per second cookies. I was offered cookies made from the strange looking meat some time past, I let my feelings about this issue loose with the baseball bat. So, so far so good, from this moment on I was immersed in total chaos for quiet some time, I wished I was a two headed cow. I've got a bear looking son of a female dog charging my 12 o'clock full throttle clip after clip, got someone from behind feeding me lead from the barking assault rifle, and the crazy idiot doing his "Braveheart" thing with what looks like a kitchen knife through the frag grenade explosions. Marvelous. Got an idea for a mod. Not my idea really, I'll just copy and paste, all credit goes to the author of the copied and pasted article (whomever he or she is). I got this sitting on my HD for some time now, just like some collect scary ass porcelain dolls I collect amusing poo, and store it. We can now find a proper use for the fusion battery and the suitcase. 1. First, obtain about 50 pounds (110 kg) of weapons grade Plutonium at your local supplier (see NOTES). A nuclear power plant is not recommended, as large quantities of missing Plutonium tends to make plant engineers unhappy. We suggest that you contact your local terrorist organization or that ACME company where Wile E. Coyote shops. 2. Please remember that Plutonium, especially pure, refined Plutonium, is somewhat dangerous. Wash your hands with soap and warm water after handling the material, and don't allow your children or pets to play in it or eat it. Any left over Plutonium dust can be used as an excellent hair remover. You may wish to keep the substance in a lead box if you can find one in your local junkyard, but an old coffee can will do nicely. 3. Fashion together a metal enclosure to house the device. Most common varieties of sheet metal can be bent to disguise this enclosure as, for example, a briefcase, a lunch pail, or a Buick. Do not use tinfoil. 4. Arrange the Plutonium into two hemispherical shapes, separated by about 4 cm. Use rubber cement to hold the Plutonium dust together. 5. Now get about 100 pounds (220 kg) of trinitrotoluene (TNT). Gelignite is much better, but messier to work with. Your helpful hardware man will be happy to provide you with this item. 6. Pack the TNT around the hemisphere arrangement constructed in step 7. If you cannot find Gelignite, feel free to use TNT packed in with Playdo or any modeling clay. Colored clay is acceptable, but there is no need to get fancy at this point. 8. Enclose the structure from step 6 into the enclosure made in step 3. 9. Use a strong glue such as "Crazy Glue" to bind the hemisphere arrangement against the enclosure to prevent accidental detonation which might result from vibration or mishandling. 10. To detonate the device, obtain a radio controlled (RC) servomechanism, as found in RC model airplanes and cars. With a modicum of effort, a remote plunger can be made that will strike a detonator cap to effect a small explosion. These detonator caps can be found in the electrical supply section of your local supermarket or in specially marked boxes of Trix. We recommend the "Blast-O-Matic" brand because they are no deposit-no return. 11. Now hide the completed device from the neighbors and children. The garage is not recommended because of high humidity and the extreme range of temperatures experienced there. Nuclear devices have been known to spontaneously detonate in these unstable conditions. The hall closet or under the kitchen sink will be perfectly suitable. 12. You are now the proud owner of a working thermonuclear device! It is a great icebreaker at parties, and in a pinch, can be used for national defense. War...War never changes :blink: