Fallout 4: I was just shy of my 65th level...
There I was, just a few experience points shy of my 65th level and I swear for the seventh time this week I found myself facing down a horde of nuclear armed, suicidal, Super Mutants charging directly at me. If that wasn’t enough behind them was the largest Super Mutant Behemoth that I have even seen since crawling from Vault 111. I was trapped. I couldn’t run. My ammo was low. My amour was blown out. I was alone after shooting my last companion out in Nuka World. I knew I was dead. This was the end, and, in a moment of clarity, I was happy about it
Ever since they thawed me, life in the Commonwealth has been nothing but hardship and pain. I’ve found out that my wife has been dead for 67 years. My baby son Shaun, whom I have spent every waking moment looking for over the last several months was in fact the leader of the evil Institute. Luckily, he was an old grey-haired old scientist guy which somewhat made it better when I had to nuke him and destroy his life’s work. And let’s face it, no matter what the Minutemen, the Railroad, or the Brotherhood of Steal said, the Institute was the Commonwealth’s only real chance at turning this shithole around.
And don’t get me started on the factions. The Minutemen are a bunch of pussies. Yeah bring some law and order to the Commonwealth is a fine goal, but seriously I cannot go out and save one more damn settlement from a Raider with a gun. Take care of your own damn problems. Speaking of problems, what the hell is the deal with the Railroad. All they do is sit around their Crypt, chain smoking and complaining how the other factions are fucking them over. I am tired of doing their dirty work for them. I took down dozens of Coursers for those bastards and they still make me sleep on a mat in the hallway. I should have joined the Brotherhood of Steal if they were so damn fanatical. Seriously, why can’t you guys get along with the other factions? Yeah you have a bunch of cool power armour and an airship (okay the airship was pretty cool), but your goals aren’t much different than anyone else’s. All it would have taken is a sit-down meeting with all the factions and a couple of beers and we could have worked out all of our differences, but no and now you are all dead.
Seriously the Commonwealth is hell. I have been eating stimpaks for breakfast for months now. Every living creature and a bunch of dead ones are constantly out to kill me. If one more Mireluck Queen jumps out of the fog at me I swear that I am going to cry. I am broke. I have had to turn to running mercenary jobs on the side to bring in bottle caps but that isn’t even helping any more. My last job for a bunch of crazed UFO Hubolgists only brought in 200 caps which didn’t even pay for my ammo.
On top of all of this, I was starting to suffer from some real moral issues from my new life. I have killed over 1000 raiders since I came out. Yeah many of them were axe wielding, mask wearing maniac who were trying to kill me, but hell, nine out of ten times I was the one sneaking onto their camps and shooting them while they stood guard duty. How many of them were fine and decent people, but because of their socioeconomic situations—not to mention living in a post apocalypse world--were forced to join a raise gang to survive?!? The same goes for the super mutants. Yes, they eat people, but how is that any different than me eating a feral dog or a radscorpion?
I was done. It was time for me to take the big dirt nap in the sky and let the Commonwealth get along without me. I stopped, put my gun down and watched as the wave of Super Mutant suicide bomber ran full speed at me. The incessant beeping of their bombs getting louder and louder inside my broken power amour helmet.
Out of pure, unconscious reflex my finger spasmed and my gun jerked. The stray shot raced forth and hit the nuclear suicide bomb carried by the lead Super Mutant. He was gone in an instant flash and in the process set off a chain reaction. The bombs carried by the other Super Mutants went off in quick succession, maiming the Super Mutant Behemoth in the process. “I might live after all,” I though to myself. For the next five minutes I fought with all of my hearth. The Behemoth was wounded but not out. He put up an incredible fight but in the end I won.
After the fight I sat down in the dirt, shot up a stimpak, and looked out over the destruction. I was done, I couldn’t do this anymore. It was time for me to the retire, but where would I go?
There was no fucking way I could stay in the Castle with the Minutemen or the Crypt with the Railroad. They would just continue to pester me with their stupid missions until I went insane. For the same reason I couldn’t retire in Sanctuary Hills. It would be only a matter of time before I got Mama Murphy good and high and fed her to Deathclaw. Far Harbor was too damn gloomy. Diamond City was a possibility, but it was only a matter of time before they would make me become mayor. I could settle in Goodneigbor but after that awkward incident with MacCready maybe that wasn’t a good idea.
Then it hit me. Why not go back to Nuka World? I befriended and murdered off the four Raider gangs (I am a terrible person ☹) that had taken over the place so technically I was still the Overlord and I still had a sweet pad. I made up my mind to leave the Commonwealth forever. I attempted to take Robot Shaun with me, but he was too fixated on finding a phone so took Codsworth instead.
When I returned, I was pleasantly surprised to find that the recently liberated traders had voted to turn the whole park into a clothing optional resort (a glitch caused all of the NPC to be rendered without cloths). This final act of serendipity made it official. I was done with Fallout 4.
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