Someone once said: "If you don't understand it- get rid of it."
In the wasteland one rule stands above all others.
Shoot first and go loot the body later- usually when you are sure that you aren't about to get shot.
This is a good rule to live by. One afternoon, I spotted this Waste-wanderer find a small treasure trove of Nuka-Cola in a refrigerator out in a minefield. the Waste-wanderer did this happy dance around it and narrowly avoided getting shot by a clown faced raider. But as he diver for cover he forgot about the minefield. Pieces of him were everywhere. The raider gives and yell and runs for the fridge at full tilt.
Before he can reach it a Ghoul pops out of nowhere around the fridge and slams a sledgehammer into the raiders chest. The raider falls backwards back into the mine field and we get a rainfall of blood and goo.
The Ghoul cackles as he shoulders the red sledgehammer and leans in for a closer look when his head get shot off from his shoulders by a slaver with a 44 magnum.
The slaver walks over and spits on the new corpse. Pops open the fridge, hears something looks up in time for a cascade of bullets to slam into his blast master body armor and add him to the heap of bodies.
The scavenger carefully slips over to consider his find when he is incinerated by a flamer from a Super Mutant who strolls over the incinerated body. The super mutant starts to laugh when he is vaporized by this Enclave soldier who trots over to the fridge to see what the fuss is about.
The enclave soldier takes off his helmet and wipes the sweat from his brow and takes out a Nuka-Cola only to see his helmet fly up and away as a snipers bullet collects it from the fridge. He is whirling around with his laser rifle coming up when the next bullet rewrites his facial expression.
The Talon Company merc walks over looks down at the enclave soldier, then crouches down as the missile slams into the ground next to him effectively blowing him up and away from the fridge and out into the minefield where his body effectively sets off the rest of the mines.
The resulting explosion is deafening.
I wave at where Gary from Vault 111 has just set off this catastrophe with his missile launcher and shake my head as I go off in search of a less hot, melted, irradiated nuka-cola elsewhere.
Maybe I can grab one at Megaton instead and just sacrifice the caps instead of my own head.
This is Ralph signing off.
In the wasteland one rule stands above all others.
Shoot first and go loot the body later- usually when you are sure that you aren't about to get shot.
This is a good rule to live by. One afternoon, I spotted this Waste-wanderer find a small treasure trove of Nuka-Cola in a refrigerator out in a minefield. the Waste-wanderer did this happy dance around it and narrowly avoided getting shot by a clown faced raider. But as he diver for cover he forgot about the minefield. Pieces of him were everywhere. The raider gives and yell and runs for the fridge at full tilt.
Before he can reach it a Ghoul pops out of nowhere around the fridge and slams a sledgehammer into the raiders chest. The raider falls backwards back into the mine field and we get a rainfall of blood and goo.
The Ghoul cackles as he shoulders the red sledgehammer and leans in for a closer look when his head get shot off from his shoulders by a slaver with a 44 magnum.
The slaver walks over and spits on the new corpse. Pops open the fridge, hears something looks up in time for a cascade of bullets to slam into his blast master body armor and add him to the heap of bodies.
The scavenger carefully slips over to consider his find when he is incinerated by a flamer from a Super Mutant who strolls over the incinerated body. The super mutant starts to laugh when he is vaporized by this Enclave soldier who trots over to the fridge to see what the fuss is about.
The enclave soldier takes off his helmet and wipes the sweat from his brow and takes out a Nuka-Cola only to see his helmet fly up and away as a snipers bullet collects it from the fridge. He is whirling around with his laser rifle coming up when the next bullet rewrites his facial expression.
The Talon Company merc walks over looks down at the enclave soldier, then crouches down as the missile slams into the ground next to him effectively blowing him up and away from the fridge and out into the minefield where his body effectively sets off the rest of the mines.
The resulting explosion is deafening.
I wave at where Gary from Vault 111 has just set off this catastrophe with his missile launcher and shake my head as I go off in search of a less hot, melted, irradiated nuka-cola elsewhere.
Maybe I can grab one at Megaton instead and just sacrifice the caps instead of my own head.
This is Ralph signing off.
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