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We last left our hero, Sir Reginald Von Pugilism heading towards Concord, and maybe, his destiny. He continues his good fight against all those who hold guns, knives and anything that is not the honest fist.
Also, those who attack with fists are just trying to shoehorn in on his territory and need to be taken down.
Sir Reginald is a complex individual.
We last left our hero, Sir Reginald Von Pugilism heading towards Concord, and maybe, his destiny. He continues his good fight against all those who hold guns, knives and anything that is not the honest fist.
Also, those who attack with fists are just trying to shoehorn in on his territory and need to be taken down.
Sir Reginald is a complex individual.
After a brief bout with some thugs, Sir Reginald is told to touch a gun and enter a building to fight!
To this I say nay! What my good mother (and a random raider had on their person) is more than enough for what lays ahead.
The poor aim and bad weapons of the raiders serves me well enough to get through the building that hosts the remains of the minute men in short order, getting to see a few cool critical hits in the meantime.
I am still looting bodies as normal, but it has occurred to me that my main point of concern in this game of needing an absurd amount of stimpacks might not be an issue. All the ammo and basically every weapon is just going to fund my drug spree.
After all, mother warned me against guns, not pumping myself full of drugs.
To this I say nay! What my good mother (and a random raider had on their person) is more than enough for what lays ahead.
The poor aim and bad weapons of the raiders serves me well enough to get through the building that hosts the remains of the minute men in short order, getting to see a few cool critical hits in the meantime.
I am still looting bodies as normal, but it has occurred to me that my main point of concern in this game of needing an absurd amount of stimpacks might not be an issue. All the ammo and basically every weapon is just going to fund my drug spree.
After all, mother warned me against guns, not pumping myself full of drugs.
Cleverly, after I get to the point of rescue, I cash out before claiming and thanks, in the hopes that I can avoid meeting a certain someone through plot devices. I exit the building the way i came in, super happy with myself that I have cheated the system.
As I enter the main thoroughfare, I am perplexed. When I left, there were no raiders left, but now the streets runneth over with people just asking to be punched in the face.
Well, never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I leap into the fray with wild abandon. Slicing limbs off, one punching dudes to death, it's a heck of a time.
In short order, however, I find a new reason to poop myself. Mirelurks are old news in the pants poop department.
As I enter the main thoroughfare, I am perplexed. When I left, there were no raiders left, but now the streets runneth over with people just asking to be punched in the face.
Well, never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I leap into the fray with wild abandon. Slicing limbs off, one punching dudes to death, it's a heck of a time.
In short order, however, I find a new reason to poop myself. Mirelurks are old news in the pants poop department.
I immediately do something that I never thought I would do. In a frantic panic, I run away from a fight into a building.
As I cower there, ashamed of myself, having become that which I hate, going against everything I believe in, something amazing happens.
I choose to interpret it as a sign that the game wants me to continue on my path, rather than being rewarded for cowardice.
Even though something good happened because I did something bad...
Well, I didn't say it wasn't a sign from a good place.
What happened was that somehow a few level one raiders managed to do this.
As I cower there, ashamed of myself, having become that which I hate, going against everything I believe in, something amazing happens.
I choose to interpret it as a sign that the game wants me to continue on my path, rather than being rewarded for cowardice.
Even though something good happened because I did something bad...
Well, I didn't say it wasn't a sign from a good place.
What happened was that somehow a few level one raiders managed to do this.
They managed to cripple the damn Deathclaw!
Which gave me the extremely satisfactory experience of standing all powerful over a defeated opponent who is now at my mercy and cannot even move away from me.
And then proceed to punch them to death.
Which gave me the extremely satisfactory experience of standing all powerful over a defeated opponent who is now at my mercy and cannot even move away from me.
And then proceed to punch them to death.
I am now in possession of a Deathclaw hand. Not something I can use to make a Deathclaw gauntlet, but it still makes me feel hopeful.
Now resigned to my fate, I go and complete the quest and fetch the power armour and head back to Sanctuary Hills, unhelpful louts behind me.
Why did Preston never want to get into the armour anyway? I smell a coward! He may need to be dealt with soon. Him and his gun toting ways.
As soon as we get to the town, the whining immediately begins.
"We need food!"
"We need water!"
"We need places to sleep that are not the rocky ground!"
"We need some assurances that irradiated, monstrous humans aren't going to be able to just stroll in to our new home and kill us in our sleep in our new home!"
Complain, complain, complain. I spent two hundred years with none of those things! Kids these days. Soft as all get-out.
You want beds, fine! Here you go, your majesties.
Now resigned to my fate, I go and complete the quest and fetch the power armour and head back to Sanctuary Hills, unhelpful louts behind me.
Why did Preston never want to get into the armour anyway? I smell a coward! He may need to be dealt with soon. Him and his gun toting ways.
As soon as we get to the town, the whining immediately begins.
"We need food!"
"We need water!"
"We need places to sleep that are not the rocky ground!"
"We need some assurances that irradiated, monstrous humans aren't going to be able to just stroll in to our new home and kill us in our sleep in our new home!"
Complain, complain, complain. I spent two hundred years with none of those things! Kids these days. Soft as all get-out.
You want beds, fine! Here you go, your majesties.
Shortly after, I am cornered by Preston despite my best efforts.
"Go and help these poor farmers survive and let's attempt to rebuild a nation!"
FINE. But this had better involve punching someone in the face.
Sir Reginald Von Pugilism Part One
Sir Reginald Von Pugilism Part Three
"Go and help these poor farmers survive and let's attempt to rebuild a nation!"
FINE. But this had better involve punching someone in the face.
Sir Reginald Von Pugilism Part One
Sir Reginald Von Pugilism Part Three