My first friend was a guy named Maccready who heartily approved of lockpicking and casual murder but made fun of me for collecting junk from unlocked boxes and corpses. I am making new friends in the Wasteland! At first it was just me and my dog and my farmer friends, but eventually I stumbled across some larger communities with bars and hotels and residents who were ready to move on. I really just wanted to brag about my cows. Yesterday some two-headed cows wandered in, so I built them a feeding trough so theyвЂ™ll stick around. I drop by about once a day to plant some more little messed-up potato-tomato hybrids (вЂњtatosвЂќ) and build a few more beds for the new settlers.

The big farm in my old suburb is doing greatвЂ“80% happiness. Their happiness meters started low (30-50%) but are creeping upвЂ“probably because I have started hanging up paintings of kittens in each of them. The small farms belonged to other humans, so I am just helping them out a bit. No one told me that Fallout 4 was a FARMING SIM.ДЄt this date, I have one big farm and three small farms in the Wasteland. I built a jukebox so all the other randos IвЂ™ve attracted to my farm have something to do when they are not tending slightly poisonous plants. I built a little doghouse for the German Shepherd I picked up in my travels. Turns out that all those random coffee cups and batteries and fire extinguishers IвЂ™ve been picking up in my old neighborhood can be salvaged to build houses and generators and water purifiers. Press pause on the whole looking for my son thing. I do, once I have picked off all the bandits threatening them, but they donвЂ™t know where my son is either. The robot has not seen my son but thinks I should ask the scrappy band of human survivors living in Concord. When I wake up for real, my son is gone, my husband is still super dead but still handsome due to cryo, and everyone else is skeletons.Д¬reeping out of the underground vault, my charming suburb is in ruins and my trusty house robot informed me that 200 years have passed since the nuclear detonation. I wake up at one point because someone kidnaps my son and murders my husband! And then back to sleep. This seems unsafe for my young son, who is for some reason sharing a cryo cell with my husband. One day, surprise! Nuclear warfare! My family rushes to an underground vault where we are for some reason cryogenically frozen. We live in an adorable suburb of Concord MA with our infant son in an alternate future USA that looks a lot like the 1950s except with smarter technology, mostly run on nuclear power. So the backstory of Fallout 4 is that I am a charming young lawyer with a handsome soldier husband.

I started posting updates to my group chat so I could act a little more normal in public. When I started playing Fallout 4 last spring, I fell hard for this post-apocalyptic Skyrim world and found myself talking about my irradiated farms when people asked me how I was doing IRL.

Trashcan carla stole my power armor