Fallout 4, Day 2: Aid, Ammo, Assistance...Atlas! · 10:25am Nov 13th, 2015
It's been a rough few hours on the other side of the end of the world! In between synth attacks, raider attacks, discovering that I'm magic, and deciding that Deathclaws are not nearly as terrifying as Feral Ghouls (seriously Beth, you should stop!), it's been hard to find time to search for a certain special person. But I finally found time a little while ago, and made contact with that one person who's on everyone's minds...Piper!
What, did you expect me to worry about my son? Pfft, sit down.
I woke up to the sound of betrayed whimpering. Dogmeat had recovered from his wounds in Concord, and had tracked me down thanks to my lingering scent of power armor oil. it didn't take long to earn his forgiveness - I mean really, I wasn't carrying around all this radroach meat for myself. With a name like "Dogmeat," it's really easy to tell what lines to not cross. S'long as I don't try to feed him his own meat, it's all good!
We struck out to a very dark morning. Come to find out that this new world is subject to all manner of wacky happenstance, including a radiation storm. It was hauntingly beautiful to look at, despite my sudden urge to pick at my earlobe every time lightning struck. It really was a sight, though...billowing clouds, heat and electricity in the air, the tinge of green that reminded me of capitals far away... Say what you will about Commonwealth, but at least it gets my aesthetic.
As the storm passed and my ear mutations began to take root, I found myself surrounded by a pack of feral ghouls. Or is it Feral Ghouls? I dunno how proper I should make that noun, especially when it comes to these creatures. I recall how I described the deathclaw from Concord, and despite what I said there, these creatures were something out of hell's hell. To put it simply, (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!).
What's worse is how quickly they found me following the storm. Now I can't dissuade myself of the idea that they fell from the sky. So much for aesthetic - next time I see those haunting greens, I'm stepping inside a refrigerator and pretending to be a jar of milk. This was not okay!
Ugh. Anyway, the dog and I managed to do a lot of good today. We helped to clear out some of these Stormy Ghouls (there is no question about being proper with them!), then we found a pair of settlers who needed our help with a raider party. Well, I had handled raiders pretty easily before, so I took their job. The target was a vehicle manufacturing plant not far from the settlers. I figured a couple frag eggs and a few rounds would do the job.
Turns out there was more "talking" to be done than I anticipated. Don't get me wrong; I "talked" with the raiders a lot. There were just a lot more raiders to "talk" to that they let on. Their patrols outside of the factory did not prepare me for how many were on the inside. Their turrets didn't help, either. By the end of it, I had managed to "talk" with everyone there...at the expense of a few hundred rounds and every egg I could crack.
The job we took later on proved much simpler. Rather than settlers, the dog and I came across some soldiers of a local military faction. I missed their names because there were a ton of Stormy Ghouls around us at the time, but I think they were part of a Network of Copper or something. I shall call them Copperbros. Maybe they can help supply me with wires for my power problems back home? I'll need to ask them about that tomorrow.
Anyway, Copperbro Leader needed me at his side while we went through an abandoned science facility. While we were down there, I was able to impress him with my jokes about politics and chains-of-command. I made the mistake of shortening his name to "Cop." It was really awkward, up until the robot-men showed up. They're called synths. Yes, as in the instrument.
The Copperbro and I were able to make a ton of kickass music with all the synths around us. There were lights, lasers, screaming men, explosions - all the makings of a successful concert. I'm already picturing a duo between me and Cop, something where we can both have masks on and speak as little to each other as possible. It's so original!
But then I made the mistake of mentioning this idea to him. He took my advice to heart, and didn't say a word to me at all for the rest of our time inside the building. I couldn't get out of there fast enough. Just as well - there was a very fat man hanging around downstairs and I didn't like it.
Dogmeat and I spent the night at a trainyard. I dreamt about synth concerts and metal masks. When I awoke, I remembered that I had a child to look for. It's been half a week now, so God help whoever has to change the diaper on him. I went back to the vault to look for clues. It took a while to recognize things down there, but i eventually found myself inside an office with a locked case. There was a nameplate beneath the case that had the word "cryo" in it. Thinking it was related to the stasis pods I woke up in, I looked for a way to crack it open. Nothing seemed to work, and Dogmeat was concerned at my display.
I turned to him, and asked if he had any bright ideas. Then I turned away.
A moment later, he walked up to me with a bit of glass between his teeth. The case had been opened. And I owe this dog a whole lot more meat now.
Later in the day, we came across the first real establishment since this entire misadventure started - a stadium filled with people. The place was called Diamond City, and it fits the description. Everyone here is rough, afraid of being seen, and apparently steal each other due to raw value. I wanted to see if they stole *from* each other, but nope! They straight-up steal entire bodies. Maybe these people have stasis chambers, too. They seemed nice enough. Some of them even paid me to take all of their ammunition from them. Something about my reputation preceding me (apparently Copperbro had warned them).
On my way inside, I met a woman named Piper. For some reason, she thinks I have blue hair. She asked me a few questions about...well, me. Which, if you think about it, is the first bit of kindness that I've received from others. All this time, it's been me extending it to people. She's the first one to extend it my way instead.
IT WAS WEIRD AND GREASY AND SMELLED LIKE INK.
But she has a sense of style about her. Plus, she's not picky about eating animal meat, either, so I let her join the ranks! Of course, Dogmeat took offense to this changing-of-the-guard, so he ran back to Notsworth. I imagine the two of them are discussing plans to get back at me.
...
Wait a minute. I shared my duo synth-band idea with Dogmeat. That curr! If he and Notsworth take my idea for their own...! 'Scuse me, I gotta go see what's up.
~Leo Atlas, the One who Thought Of it First!
You would capitalize that as much as you would capitalize 'stupid human'. It's just a descriptor on a proper noun. It's not a title.
LERN YR GHOULZ PLZ.
HAHAHAHA no. They hate you.
Also you seem to have gone way past me in terms of actual storyline now, because I've started to do all sorts of side stuff and build up my trade routes like a jive sucka.
YOUR JOURNALS WILL NOW BE SPOILERY TO ME
See what you've done, Leo?
See what you've done?
3539477 My only regret is that one time I fiddled with a bottlecap mine at a drive-in theater which resulted in me turning back time for a bit. Oh, also the constant forgetting to offload my resources back home. Maybe also eating that molerat meat. Shooting Piper in the belly. Getting a haircut. Not investing my money better.
MY ONLY REGRET.
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Dude just carry a cupboard with you wherever you go like a tru bozz