Fallout 3: The Blogsperiment – Choices
So, when last I left you, we had acquired Stabitha’s penultimate weapon. It is the epitomy of stabbing tools, the master of machetes, the king of knives, the supreme overlord of sharp things. Why, you might ask? Why does anything gain such great power in the realm of sharp things?
Because it’s a sword that’s ON FIRE. Made from scrap parts and SCIENCE. If DJ were lost in a radioactive wasteland, he’d be building flaming swords from motorcycles and lawn mowers. Completely true statement.
Anyway, with the fire sword in hand, it’s time to go to Canterbury commons and find the only people in this place weirder than the chick with a motorcycle gas tank strapped to her back.
8: I wandered in the city, looking for some other resource besides the insane woman who wanted me to infiltrate the home of an army of murderous crab people peacefully. And found out things can get worse. So much worse.
Click on for the rest…and a contest!
There were two of them; one surrounded by giants ants and dressed like one, the other wearing most of a refrigerator and surrounded by robots. They battled. Not being laserproof (as I have recently proven several dozen times over) the ants were vanquished. And of course the townsfolk asked me to help them solve the problem of the giant ants and laser fire after the two left. Because blue jumpsuits apparently attract crazy. In droves.
I traveled about 300 yards north until I found a very obvious lair buit to house a crazy ant bitch. It had everything but a sign reading “generic villain lair.” So I went exploring. Of course the place was littered with horrible traps to navigate. And ant stink. I learned growing up that most ants travel by means of a scent trail that was apparently undetectible by man. Giant ants reek beyond almost beyond imagining. The odor has weight.
By the time I found the crazy woman I was almost overcome by the fumes. Dogmeat had refused to follow me into the stink, and it had been made even worse by the couple I’d had to kill. Burning ant flesh smelled no better than their leavings. I was in no mood for conversation now. This woman had terrified an entire settlement, that I might let pass as I had with the family. She had murdered, that could be atoned for. Nothing could ever be proper forgiveness for making me suffer this smell. I cut her down the same as I did her minions.
Towards the end I think I began to enjoy it.
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With the Antagonizer dispatched we move on to the Mechanist. I’m pretty sure this guy’s been in a porno. Anyway, we sneak and blast through his shop (pocketing hundreds and hundreds of sweet energy cells along the way) and then confront him in his lair to give him the armor of his enemy. Sure, we could make him see the error of his ways and reform forever, but then I wouldn’t have a kickass new laser weapon in the form of the protectron’s gaze, twice as powerful as my previous normal laser pistol.
Thus armed I headed back towards the mirelurks, assured of spreading hideous death should I happen to be spotted. Along the way fate threw me a bone in the form of a brotherhood outcast patrol. Toting laser rifles.
Laser rifles I normally won’t see for a very, very long time. Laser rifles I covet desparately.
So I did the only logical thing. I shoved a live grenade in the pants of the vanguard, blew him to kibble, then took his gun and ran for the hills, two very angry men in power armor chasing after me. Dogmeat had been sent to find ammo at this point, and was not present to be shot to pieces by the brotherhood.
So now we have two badass laser rifles and a flaming sword. Hohoho. This does however, exacerbate an existing problem. I’m carrying a lot of stuff. A LOT of stuff. A. Lot. Of. Stuff. And have a strength of 5. So I’m going to need a place to live. And you all know what that means. I need to do something about that big radioactive pile of joy in the middle of Megaton. One way or the other.
And you get to decide.
Write a comment in the section below telling me whether megaton should live or die, and I’ll make it happen. And the best pro and con arguments each get some pretty kickass swag.
Until next time.
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…
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January 15th, 2009 at 11:46 am
If it were me, despite my need for a permanent home for my stuff, I would want to maximize my enjoyment of this long and dark gaming experience.
That being said…I would BLOW THOSE MOTHERS to KINGDON EFFING COME!!!
Rarely do I get to witness a nuclear holocost that I persoanlly had a hand in creating. Ahhh such glee…
But that’s me…I guess.
January 15th, 2009 at 8:44 pm
I now understand the purpose of the neighbor down the street with the overgrown lawn and the rusted car half buried in it. Thank you phneri.
I will place my findings next to the alleged mechanical arm made of saturn controllers and ikaruga disks….that one dude from the future wrote about me.
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… so…Megaton should die…-because…-it sounds too much like Megatron…and it could be a trap. You should kill it in style and not use the autoaim RPG shooting mechanic whatever. That’s a ‘pro’ I think. If you do all that and not get hit, you’ll receive the Matrix….-And you unlock Sheng Long…-And some blow.
September 24th, 2009 at 10:13 am
I know you’ve already picked a house, but in my play through, I liked The Mechanist’s Lair, so I murdered him, and set up shop there, lots of storage and a work bench. At the very least a good vacation home.