Fallout 3: The Blogsperiment. Character Creation
And so we begin.
My character build for this play-through shall be as follows:
Strength: 4
Perception: 6
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 4
Intelligence: 8
Agility: 7
Luck: 6
To start I’ve tagged melee, speech, and sneak. Oh, and my character has a vag.
Metgaming it, my plan is to sneak around trouble until I beef up my energy weapons skill, using melee as a backup. Speech will be ignored as a tactical option in favor of Science! and lock-picking. Early perks will go towards beefing up Int in order to maximize skill points.
As for the character type I’ve chosen to play, I’ll leave that up to the entries to show. Some parts will be obvious, Others less so. These first few entries are designed to give you some background on the character from the creation point, before I start the play-through.
Enjoy.
1: Daddy says I should keep a journal now, because I’m a big girl now and Mr. Broch says the practice will be good for me.
Butch tried to pull my hair again today, so I hit him in the balls. Having the talk with Dad was good for one thing at least. He called me a bad name and then went to the cafeteria. Butch doesn’t go home much now unless it’s to sleep. The Overseer and his mom had to have a long talk one night while Butch was crying. We’re all supposed to pretend that didn’t happen. Butch’s mom doesn’t come out of their room much anymore.
We learned about wars today, and why we had to fight the Commies. I don’t know how there got to be so many of them, because they were so wrong. I’m glad we nuked them.
2: The Overseer had a talk with all the girls today. It was tragic how uncomfortable he was. It was actually worse than when Dad had to tell me about all that stuff. He had this big long speech prepared about how it was our “civic responsibility” to keep the vault’s population stable. Amata said it was our responsibility to make sure Butch didn’t breed. He didn’t think that was very funny.
I keep thinking about it, and I just don’t see myself having a baby. What do I tell them? That they can grow up to be just like the crazy poet bitch? Or drink until my Dad has to do another surgery? And what if I wind up like Mom?
After that talk I had some other questions. It’s like the overseer had never realized how much like the Commies we were becoming. We all share work, no one has a wage, no one buys anything. He didn’t seem to like those questions. I think he’s going to have another talk with Dad.
3: Dad’s been acting really weird lately. He keeps talking about Mom and that passage from revelations she liked. I think he’s been drinking, too. We had another argument today. I still think the Overseer might be a Commie. It would explain so much about what’s going on down here, and why we can’t ever try and talk to the outside. What if America’s up and running again, and the Overseer’s hiding it all from us?
I shot four more roaches today at target practice. One of them looked like it was going to fly right at me. I wish I could ask Dad about where they’re all coming from, but it’s impossible to talk to him right now. Besides, if he knew how bad they were down there he wouldn’t let me go shooting anymore. It’s not like I’m even that good at it, but it’s the only place I can be by myself. Jonas hangs around sometimes, but never for long. He always seems to be kind of quiet, but he always looks like he has a lot to say. It’s weird.
Table of contents for Fallout 3: The Blogsperiment
- Fallout 3: The Blogsperiment
- Fallout 3: The Blogsperiment. Character Creation
- Fallout 3: The Blogsperiment: Into the Wastes
- Fallout 3, The Blogsperiment: Raiders, Explosions, Loot
- Fallout 3: The Blogsperiment: Fire-Explosions-Lasers
- Fallout 3: The Blogsperiment – Choices
- Fallout 3: The Blogsperiment – Contest Reminder
- Fallout 3: The Blogsperiment. A Choice…
