There's one thing I've been waiting a long time to do... play Fallout 4 again, and now that I have my new laptop, I can! 😄

It took me a while to get it up and running though. I downloaded it yesterday and it ran perfectly so I started getting my mods. Next thing I know the entire thing had died a swift and fiery death. I even deactivated all the mods and it still refused to work! Black screen and instant crashes, ahoy.

At a loss, I uninstalled and deleted everything... and last night I redownloaded it and tried again. This time using Mod Organiser instead of that horrible thing the Nexus has, it decided to work. So. Woo?

I am playing on Survival mode, with extra difficulty mods that brings forth more creatures and randomness into the wasteland. Playing a "Dead is Dead" challenge, so, when she dies, and she will, that's it! Sorry, my elderly son.

Onward! 😊

Let's begin this tale. The tale of a woman who awakens 210 years in the future after being frozen solid as the bombs fell. The tale most of us, if not all of us, already know. Now let's change it up a bit!

This is a woman who, though sad her husband has been killed and rightfully outraged that her baby son has been stolen, is damned excited to explore the world she left behind. Look at her. Standing there with a proud hand upon her fine hip, imagining the glorious tidings that await.

This is her new story.

Whatever she had been expecting as the lengthy elevator ascended ever upward, was certainly not this shambolic scene. You can almost see the disappointment on her face as she looks over what had once been her home.

Maybe there would be no glorious tidings, after all.

Tentatively approaching her old gated community, that was now without both gate and community, she hopped onto what looked suspiciously like the old fart down the street's prized rust bucket, which was now literally a rust bucket.

Her foot fell through the bonnet and she quickly pulled it out.

There was only one thing to do, she determined. It was time to clean up these streets. She needed a base of operations and this once idyllic cul-de-sac would have to be transformed. This was her town now.

After spending many painstaking hours demolishing already-demolished houses and the cars that had once belonged to them, night soon fell.

If there was one notable thing that had happened today, besides stumbling out of a vault 210 years in the future, it was this night sky. It had never been this beautiful.

Ever.

After spending the night in her old schizophrenic neighbour's underground bunker, she awoke refreshed yet hungry. What was there to eat in this new sepia-coloured world? She wasn't going to touch those ancient cans of baked beans, God no. There had to be something else.

Stumbling out of New Kaelci-ville, she approached the service station that had been right outside of the community. They'd always had excellent doughnuts. It was unlikely that's what she would find today.

A dog came leaping over to her. Maybe she could eat that... it licked her hand. No, she could not eat that. It was her friend now. Suddenly, it growled, leapt to the left, and tore the head off a giant rodent then deposited the body at her feet.

"Well, I guess breakfast is served," she muttered.

Taking her newfound friend back home, she threw the rodent carcass inside a blazing bucket she'd lit before leaving that morning and waited for the furry thing to cook.

Perhaps she should've skinned it first.

It wasn't quite what she had in mind, but it would do. It was better than ancient baked beans, that was for sure. The dog also looked pretty happy that it was not he that would be breakfast.

She winked at the dog. Yet.

With her belly full of charred rodent, she and her trusty new friend set off for the local township of Concord. Maybe with all that had gone down over the past 210 years, she was the only human alive. That meant all the loots would be hers. Though that didn't explain the people who had shot her husband or kidnapped her son. Either way -- all the loots would be hers!

The dog growled. She prepared herself to have another rodent head discarded at her feet when what looked like a motherflippin' zombie jumped out of the long grass and tried to eat her face.

With lightning reflexes, she shot it in the face before it could eat hers. She was far too pretty to have her face eaten by zombies!

Shocked by the prospect of zombies, she tumbled down the hillside and landed flat on her face on the city streets, in the midst of what sounded like a grand battle. Bullets and laser-beams flew every which way!

Some guy in a building screamed for her to help him. Not quite knowing why she was bothering -- perhaps because the fugly woman with the mohawk suddenly whipped around and tried to shoot her in the very same face the zombie had recently tried to eat -- she quickly shot and murdered a bunch of people without knowing why exactly.

Murica.

"Done," she shouted. "See ya."

"Wait," he shouted back. "There are more inside. We'll give you some power armour if you help us. You look like you could use it."

"Hell yes I can," she triumphantly shrieked. Power armour. Just what she had always wanted.

Ripping through Ye Olde Museum, she and her trusty newfound dog-friend tore through a score of fugly, dirty people, introduced herself to a bunch of sorry. depressed-looking people, waved farewell and pole-vaulted into some... very basic power armour.

It wasn't quite the magnificent armour from memory, but it would do.

Leaving many explosions and much fire in her wake, she forgot all about the cooped-up peasants and happily stomped back home, making the ground tremble with each and every step of her glory.
 

Until next time,

Thank you for stopping by! 😊

 

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_{All screenshots are courtesy of me, @kaelci, and are from the game: Fallout 4}