In the days before the bomb during the ''Groovy'' 70s there lived a Fatman.
This man had a wife and a child. The latter of which he did not care for. But alas the child was there and social responsibility was unavoidable.
But then, a great flash.
Atomic Warfare had taken hold and the Fat-man found himself in a hole alongside his wife and unwanted child.
They were stuck in massive refrigerators and frozen for a significant amount of time. At some point he awoke to see his child being taken away. He felt a form of ecstasy at the child's removal. However the killing of his wife was less than ideal.
But before he could react to such a traumatic event he found himself tired. Falling asleep for an unspecified amount of time.
He awoke. Seeing his wife still dead and unhappy screaming infant removed from the equation. Now the Fat-man was a bachelor and free live out his days in bliss and content.
However the Fat-man was not unequipped for the modern world. Weak, confused, uncharismatic and lacking in social skills. This irradiated unfamiliar world was too much for the Fatman and he died alone and scared, dreaming of potato chips.
And this is where the story would end.
If not for a strange time anomaly which altered the past and switched the cryogenic pods. Thus forcing the Fatman to carry the baby and the wife to awaken to the strange new Reality.
She was very much the opposite of her husband.
She also cared little for the child and she even less for her husband.
Laughing at his dead crippled body throwing her wedding ring at his face, before leaving the hole for a newfound Adventure.
She was stern, authoritative, cunning and far more charismatic than her useless partner ever was. She established her own headquarters in a town of sacred fools who thought her a friend.
From here she acquired the uniform of the old Italian police and with the help of the Italian government she established a form of Law & Order within the Boston Commonwealth where she would periodically go out on patrol and bring Justice to the uncivilized savages of the former American territory.
She made friends with a ghoul and dressed up as a Radio Star. killing people with vigilante justice. In truth she had no idea who she was killing. Only listening to the radio and the names being barked out for removal.
The Killing never bothered her, nor the hypocrisy of being a police officer with loose morals.
She traveled from location to location, Gathering loot, building up her Newfound Italian headquarters and acquiring the single largest stash of tobacco within the Commonwealth.
At some point she gave up on adventuring and just lived in the town. Living off tax revenue, eating her farmed crops and smoking copiously whilst reminiscing about the good old days. Her husband was left in a frozen tube, her child was of an unknown and forgotten and life continued on.
Fallout 4 is very buggy. I couldn't be bothered to play it without mods and the combat \ companion system is lackluster, sometimes flat-out broken.
This whole game is peppered with little bugs and it's just kind of pain to play.
Play Postal 2 instead.
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