It’s been a few days since I escaped from that ‘Vault’. How can 200 years have passed while I was in that chamber – it seems crazy to me!
My son Shaun is out there somewhere, I’m sure of it. Who took him, why did they have to take my only child and murder the love of my life- my wife. What did we ever do to them to deserve such a fate.
Every house or ruin I come across I spend valuable time looting to find parts to upgrade my gun instead of actually looking for my son.
I keep getting ‘Missions’ from all these random strangers, why can’t I complete them quickly instead of seeing something else in the distance and getting distracted by a raider stronghold or some new faction tries to drag me into their issues.
The main question is why do I find myself loving this new existance so much! Shouldn’t I be looking for ……..something or someone??!? Anyways moving on!
Just the other day, I was wandering around just looking for a left arm to uprgrade my power armour when I see a figure in the distance. At the side of a grave I see a raider kneeling down and then it hits me. The raiders I’ve been killing are actually people too. Here I am treating them like they are the ‘bad’ guys and this poor guy is paying his respects to his fallen collegue, his fallen friend.
Don’t get me wrong, I killed him and took all his caps, armour, and ammo but i did feel bad for a minute or so.
Right, better get back to it, I need a left arm for my T60 armour and I’m not going to find it sitting here typing at this terminal!
You know what………I love Fallout 4!