#THEY ARE BUDDIES.....!!! COMPANIONS EVEN..

[whisperinglinette]

Yoinks cause i wanna answer these My main guardians name is Is'Onyx, she's a titan! 1; Astradus ! (Often shortened to Astra) 2; On Mars! She was found by her future best friend/companion a hunter named Orion-9. 3; Haven't decided this one yet, Is'Onyx is meant to be a 'newer' guardian though and a bit goofy. 4; Absolutely adores using Stasis 5; Excited, pumped up and absolutely hyped to figure out everything. 6; Absolutely struggled to figure out the light, specifically her solar abilities. She still absolutely hates them. 7; While Is'Onyx doesn't remember her past, she does eventually run into someone who remembers her before her death. (Causing quite the emotional problems for her.) 8. Will Loner but loves to be with her best friend a warlock named Alyx-3 (owned by a friend) and a Hunter named Luaran (another friend) but she often loves to hang with her buddy Orion-9 (though he doesn't often 'team' with her for missions, they just hang out.) 9; Neither, she doesn't have a preference! She enjoys using all her abilities. 10; Thinks the darkness is just another tool for her to have fun with. 11; The traveler is a unique system, and she honestly can't process the complexities of it, but she knows it gave her her ghost, so when she considers it all. She appreciates the travelers existence. 12; Astradus keeps her in line at moments, Is'Onyx is an overly excited child at moments and needs to be kept in line from time to time. Astradus helps her in that regard. Astradus will occasionally act as her common sense, but puts up with her bullshit affectionately. 13; Is'Onyx adores helping people, she loves fighting and getting into trouble, and each new mission she gets sent on gives her more to do. She loves being strong and helping her friends/tanking in fights. 14; A Tormentor. She hates/fears them and screams when they appear. !5; She doesn't have them, she gets hyped whenever they appear in general. Like, extremely hyped. Like a kid being handed a bag of candy. 16; Is'Onyx takes any down time to practice her hoverboard tricks or hang out learning more about the eliksni (her favorite friends and people) 17; Is'Onyx loves rounding up the kids in the more run down parts of the city and starting big games where she can keep an eye on them/make sure their safe, so things like tag, or games like football, soccer, even if she sucks at them. 18; A lot, she always has money in her pockets to dump on someone in need. 19; Is'Onyx usually keeps a sparkly silver necklace in her pocket, whats it used for? Nothing, but she likes it. 20; She hates breaking the hive ghosts and typically after a mission involving them she has break downs and cries/or in extreme cases (such as the first time) she sat in her ships bathroom and vomited for hours. 21; BONUS FACT; Has an ABSOLUTELY HORRENDOUS crush on Mithrax and has to work herself up to talk to him normally. She is extremely upset by this current development and is ready to fight her all to make sure Mithrax recovers.... she's as scared as Eido he won't.

I'm going to use this as an info dump for Sera.

So buckle up, y'all about to learn about my Stormcaller ⚡🩷

BTW if anyone is interested, I did reblog this with all of my answers.

[aphomic]

Dopie is Ozy's lil meow meow now I don't make the rules here

Doppie tagging behind Ozy's back bc the crowd has suddenly grown larger and he's now anxious

[bamfwizard]

"SOMEBODY KILLED MY BEST FRIEND"

my brother in Satan, you are walking out of a burning building, looking absolutely heartbroken, and there is a Queen song blasting

and that man is your BEST. FRIEND.?

[herearedragons]

tag the oc that's most likely to get stuck in a time loop and what kind of time loop it would be

[slavicafire]

alright I wanted to get a lot of hours in to make sure I have an opinion that's not just my initial dislike.

main conclusion: this is a YA game. whether that's a blessing or a crime is up to you.

good things, spoiler free:

it's a casual game so it's very easy to start playing whenever, stop, then return to the game. the difficulty settings let you customize and make it even more casual, and the story will be served to you in neat easily digestible bits that do not necessitate you know anything about the franchise to enjoy it. it's fun.

the combat is really fun, smooth, and offers a lot of possibilities of matching and mixing, even if at the end of the day a lot of the skills are basically the same thing, just recoloured. it's very satisfying to play around with, and you can refund skill points at any point and try something entirely different. killing bosses feels nice.

there's plenty of voice acting that's very well done and expressive

the level design is very intuitive while still making exploration interesting and actually fun, and the decision not to make it open world was GOLDEN!

the puzzles, while somewhat rudimentary, are really fun to get into and feel satisfying to solve. you won't spend too long solving them and you will not become frustrated unnecessarily. where previous da games would be a really annoying game of connections, veilguard is a nice wordle session where you already got one or two letters settled.

the level art is beautiful and makes you want to actually look around and take the sights in. lighting design is awesome, bloom notwithstanding.

there are a lot of codex entries that are interesting to a long-time fan of the franchise, and actually satisfy some of the hunger for lore and good writing

there are multiple characters, both companion and side ones, that are interesting and have a lot of potential.

the narrative exposition of your rook's background is nicely woven in, and offers a lot of replayability potential to explore different backgrounds.

the fact that you get to explore many iconic places from the franchise is nicely done, both in terms of game mechanics and the underlying narrative reason. it's fun to finally see more of them and learn more about them.

bad things - under a cut both due to some spoilers and simply due to negativity that's about to ensue:

this is a really casual game that's even more basic in matters of storytelling and relying on YA fantasy tropes than inquisition was. it is basically like playing a dreamworks animation in form of a game. the only important thing is the power of friendship.

none of the decisions matter in any significant way - they do affect the game but it's still all about being friends and brave, and not much more matters.

the stakes are THE BIGGEST EVER! that means they don't matter at all. very marvel style where they had no other ideas but to one up the previous games in a sort of playground level of increasing stakes. oh, you are the strongest? well I am the strongest to INFINITY! oh then I am actually infinity + 1!!!

the choices presented are offensively shallow and both the narrative and the characters suffer greatly because of that. it's much, much worse than inquisition was in that regard: gone are the times of difficult decisions, risk, or thinking about politics. the only important thing is the power of friendship.

the main argument regarding the bad, YA writing is that "rook has to be a good guy and be buddies with everyone to defeat the big bad guys!!!" and I really hate it. you cannot be a cunt, you cannot be mean, you cannot be aggressive, you cannot make any choices at all that would affect the story in a significant way. you can only be a bit sarcastic - and it's done in a much more millennial "merp merp, adulting is hard XD" way. much worse than purple hawke. even inquisition let you do interesting things in terms of morality, politics, other characters...

adding to the above, you are everyone's best friend and everyone loves you and trusts you implicitly. characters who are total strangers will after one mission chime in with their mushy awe and remind you, every step of the way, that you are the bestest and bravest and most specialest. feels undeserved and shallow, and again the game treats you like a child.

the dialogue in the main quests is very basic and aimed at the most casual player. it's all skippable at no risk. outside of cutscenes, using the characters, the game treats you like a child that needs to be reminded of how its most basic mechanics work all the time, dora the explorer style. uh oh, can you see that door? it looks like it's blocked! oh no! we have to find something to unlock it with! do you remember what we did earlier today? let's try it again! can you repeat after me?

only side quests offer anything interesting in terms of writing and dialogue - and even that is scarce.

the music is so uninteresting and generic it only brings to mind a bad marvel movie where you try to superficially introduce some pomp to an otherwise underwhelming stand-off. it's criminal, honestly, and has zero character. I got literally excited when I heard one of the NPCs in the market play a tune based on one of the inquisition tavern songs because that was the only memorable piece of music in hours.

the romance is very rudimentary and the lack of any jealousy mechanics feels very YA again. flirting is underwhelming and even though there are plenty of "personal" missions with your companions, the writing and pacing doesn't let you become too attached to them.

the RP part of RPG has to be mostly done in your head. the characters have a lot of potential and most of it is wasted. if you like a given character, just go find a fanfic about them - don't count on the game giving you that.

cameos from characters from previous games are so cheap and shallow. the inquisitor is straight up from a disney movie. morrigan is sweet and nice and likes you so much. dorian is forced into a cutscene randomly as a very cheap attempt to pull in fans of the franchise. isabela looks like a knock-off doll you can buy at the cheap market and is also, ya know, fucking white suddenly.

the qunari are shit, both aesthetically and narratively.

any social and political issues from the previous games are entirely gone, whether it's the matters of the qun, slavery, elves, chantry, or mages vs templars conflicts. none of it matters because the stakes are INFINITY + 1 !!!!!!1

please i am dying to hear your opinion on veilguard

oh I have plenty. let me finish tonight's session of playing and I will return to this to ramble very, very gladly

[leliwardens]

My impression on Veilguard so far a few hours in and what I've been reading is summed up to they have done well with taking into account concrit from Inquisition and correcting it/doing better in some aspects, but they have also very much over-corrected in other aspects. I will wait to see when I get to what people have been talking about, but I see the cracks already in the first few hours of play as a longterm fan.

[whatsfourteenupto]

So was anyone gonna tell me that when Ten was regenerating he didn’t just go back and see ‘his’ companions? He went back and looked in on every companion I’m fucking crying

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

Celegorm should not be held responsible for Lúthien’s kidnap. He was forced by Tolkien’s Catholic ideal of monogamy; Curufin was the original perpetrator and, despite lord of the rings later requiring Celebrimbor as Curufin’s son and banishing the prospect of him loving Lúthien, he remains so in spirit. #freeTyelko

[livesincerely]

this pounding in my heart just won’t die - ch. 1

Rated E. Also on ao3. Companion fic here

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It starts as a pretty typical shift, which, honestly, should’ve been his first warning.

They’re responding to a fire at an upscale health and fertility clinic. The sprinkler system’s already taken care of any flames but that hadn’t stopped the people inside from trampling over each other in their hurry to evacuate; he doesn’t envy Chim, Hen, or Eddie at all, watching the three of them struggle to wrangle a crowd of hysterical pregnant people and their partners into some semblance of order.

Which leaves Buck to do a final sweep of the building for any stragglers. 

He’s checking the storage area tucked in the back when he opens a door and is hit with a face full of some kind of… mist?

It's sticky and cloying—almost like a perfume, maybe, but with a bitter edge—and his eyes start tearing up immediately, sinuses stinging. He wipes his face with the sleeve of his uniform, and that seems to help some, but he’s definitely gonna need a shower and a change of clothes when they get back to the station.

“Buckley to Cap,” he calls over the radio. “We’re all clear inside.”

“Copy that,” Bobby responds. “Meet back out front, we’ll regroup.”

He’s chatting with Munroe from Squad 4 when things suddenly shift.

Buck staggers on the spot, hot and hazy with it, something sharp tingling behind his teeth. His vision is swirling, his mouth painfully dry.

He blinks once, then twice, then swallows hard.

“—okay? Your whole face has gone red, man.”

“I’m—“ Buck tries. When the fuck did it so hot? “It’s—“

“Do you need to sit down?” Munroe asks, reaching out to steady him. “I can help you over to the curb—“

Buck bats the hand away, bristling at the contact. “No, no, I’m good—“

A growl cuts through the air behind him, fierce and furious. Munroe startles, his eyes wide, but it’s like Buck’s entire spine softens, tension seeping away as if it was never there.

He’s certain before he even turns. “Eddie.”

“What’s wrong?” Eddie demands, and his hands land on Buck’s shoulders, then shift up to cradle his jaw, his eyes darting over every inch of his face. “Why do you— What happened?”

“I’m fine,” Buck says, relaxing into his hold. There’s something about Eddie’s touch that soothes a part of him that he didn’t know needed soothing. “I got dizzy for, like, two seconds but—“

He stops to take a breath, and that’s when Eddie’s scent washes over him—and by washes over him, he really means that it nearly takes him out at the fucking knees.  

It’s warm and rich, decadent even, like the darkest of dark chocolate with just a hint of something spicy underneath. It’s mouthwatering, it’s addicting, and Buck leans closer, desperate for more.

“You smell really good,” Buck informs him—just in case Eddie didn’t know, because he’s helpful like that. He rubs his cheek against Eddie’s neck, then nuzzles against his jaw, the rough edge of his stubble prickling deliciously against his skin. “Like, really fucking good.”

Eddie makes a noise that’s halfway between a laugh and a groan and his arms curl around Buck’s waist, strong and secure. 

“I smell good?” he asks, incredulous. “I smell— Buck, I can smell you from clear across the lot.”

“No, you can’t,” Buck disagrees, looping his own arms over Eddie’s shoulders to hold himself up. His body feels like taffy: soft and pliable, sticky and sweet. “‘M on suppressants. My scent’s all…” 

He drags the tip of his nose along Eddie’s hairline, then presses his mouth to his temple, breathing him in. 

“Subtle. Muted. Though, there was a study a few years back that found that prolonged suppressant use can sometimes lead to this weird phenomenon where the user starts to spontaneously smell like coconut, but to be honest, their sample size and diversity left a lot to be desired—“

“No, Buck,” Eddie interrupts in a sandpaper-rough voice.  “I can definitely smell you”

“Oh.” Buck considers this for a moment. There’s a thought—an explanation—tickling right at the edge of his consciousness, but it slips through his fingers like dust on the wind. “Do I smell good?”

Eddie makes another one of those noises—low and throaty and a little pained. 

“Chim!” he calls over his shoulder, his arms tightening ever so slightly around Buck’s waist. “Chim, I need you over here!”

“Eddie,” Buck wheedles, curling closer. “You didn’t answer me.” A horrible thought occurs to him, and his voice wobbles just a bit when he asks, “I don’t smell bad, do I?”

“Trágame, tierra,” Eddie mutters under his breath. Louder, he says, “No, querido, you don’t smell bad. You smell like…”

Eddie pauses a second too long. Buck pulls back to look at him, a little afraid of what he’ll find.

But Eddie’s eyes are dark and hooded, those beautiful brown eyes smoldering like embers. His nostrils flare as he takes in another deep inhale, and his gaze turns heated, turns hungry.

Buck’s breath hitches in his throat.

“What’s going on?” Chim interrupts before Buck gets his answer, Hen just a few steps behind. “Who’s… Oh, shit.”

“Hey, Buckaroo,” Hen says, her ‘calming a patient’ voice. “How’re you feeling?”

“I’m fine,” Buck insists, a little annoyed. “It’s nothing—“

“He’s going into heat,” Eddie interjects, his voice tight.

“What?” Buck rears back, confused. “No, I’m not.”

Hen and Chimney exchange a loaded glance. 

“Yes, Buck,” Eddie says, and there’s a fresh tension around his eyes, in the clench of his jaw, that Buck doesn’t know what to make of. “You are.”

Buck scoffs. “I think I’d know if I were going into heat.”

“Yeah,” Eddie rumbles, still watching him with those dark, intense eyes. The corner of his mouth pulls up into something that could be a smile, except it’s just a little too sharp around the edges. “You’d think so, wouldn’t you?”

“But—“ Buck wets his lips, brow furrowed. It’s a struggle to focus on anything besides the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears. “But, I’m on suppressants.”

Eddie arches an eyebrow. Then he slides his hand up Buck’s spine, cups it around the nape of his neck, and squeezes gently.

Heat sears through him like a solar flare, overwhelming and inescapable. A wrecked little whimper forces its way past his teeth and he sags like a puppet whose strings have been cut, his legs refusing to support his weight.

Eddie’s the only thing keeping him upright, pulling him in until he’s flush against him, cradling him tight and keeping him anchored inside his body. Buck clings to him desperately—presses in as close as he can and then presses closer—flames licking at every inch of his skin. 

He wants to curl up against Eddie’s chest and settle there for the next infinity, wants to tuck his head under his chin and press his mouth to his throat and drown in the spiced-chocolate-warmth of him. Maybe Eddie would let him, maybe he’d understand if Buck can explain how badly he needs it, how much he wants it—

He wants—

“Oh,” Buck hears himself say. His voice feels distant, distorted—like it’s coming from the other end of a long tunnel. “I’m going into heat.”

“Whoa, hey, hey,” Eddie says firmly, shifting his grip around until they can meet each other’s eyes. “Stay with me, Buck. Slow, deep breaths.”

“I’m trying,” Buck gasps, his fingers tight in the fabric of Eddie’s uniform. “It’s so hot.”

“I know, cariño, I’ve got you,” Eddie assures him. “You’re doing great. Let’s find somewhere to sit down, okay?”

“O-okay.”

With Eddie’s help, Buck manages to stagger over to the firetruck and collapse against the gripped steps. Chimney gives him maybe half a second to recover, then he’s pressing two fingers to his neck and shining a flashlight in his eyes, his expression pinched with concern.

“Onset is too rapid to be anything natural,” he says, peering down at him. “He was fine at the top of shift—even a stress heat would take a few days to ramp up.”

“It’s a fertility clinic,” Hen points out grimly. “What are the odds they had inducers on-site?”

“Oh, is that what that was?” Buck mutters to himself, dazed.

There’s a moment of silence, then they both start talking at once.

“—aerosolized during the fire—“

“—inhaled them while clearing the building—“

“—no telling how much he was dosed with—“

“We need to get him somewhere safe,” Bobby says, arriving out of nowhere to take charge of the scene. “Get him home—“

But Hen shakes her head. “The inducers are burning through him too quickly,” she says. “He can’t just hunker down at home by himself, his heart could give out. We should take him to the hospital, they can sedate him and flush his system.”

“That shit’s gonna knock him on his ass,” Chim disagrees. “His hormones will be out of whack for months afterwards. It’d be better in the long run if he could work through things with a partner. An alpha, ideally,” Chim clarifies.

Alpha, Buck’s hindbrain whispers, and he’s reaching for Eddie again before he realizes what he’s doing. He pulls him in until he’s standing right between Buck’s knees, curling his fingers through Eddie’s belt loops and pressing his face to his stomach, keening softly.

Eddie lets out a low, rumbling noise, that cocoa-rich scent spiking sharply. Buck nuzzles closer with a sigh, his head swimming with need. 

Around them, the others are still talking, crowded in a makeshift half-circle around them. 

“—know, but I can call Maddie?” Chim’s offering. “She might have a better idea.”

Buck groans. “Oh my god, please do not call Maddie.”

“We won’t call her unless we have to,” Bobby assures him. “But we need to make a decision before this gets out of hand. Now, I know you don’t want to go to the ER, but unless you’ve got an alpha you trust to see you through this, we don’t have much of a choice—“

“Then it's a good thing he does,” Eddie calmly interrupts.

And everything stops. 

 “…What?” Buck croaks.

“I said, it’s a good thing you have an alpha to see you through this,” Eddie reiterates, not that it makes any more sense the second time.

Buck’s lungs seize in his chest, his stomach swooping uncertainly.

“…I do?” 

“Yeah, Buck. You do,” Eddie says, his voice soft and impossibly fond. His fingers sweep across Buck’s forehead, then begin to card gently through his hair. “You’ve always got me. But, only if you’re okay with letting me help you.”

The words fall out of his mouth before he can even think about stopping them. 

“Of course I am,” he blurts, because of course he fucking is. “But…”

“But…?” Eddie prompts patiently.

Buck flounders for a way to point out the obvious. 

“I just— I mean— You don’t have to,” he eventually manages to piece together. “Just because you’re my best friend and an alpha— “My alpha, his instincts purr. “—doesn’t mean you’re, like, obligated to volunteer or—“

“I’m gonna stop you right there,” Eddie says, holding a finger to Buck’s lips to quiet him. 

Buck’s mouth shuts with a soft click. 

“I’m not feeling obligated, Buck,” he continues, emphasizing the word like it’s the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard, “I’m offering because I want to.”

“Yeah, but not because you’re actually interested,” Buck insists, though he’s growing more unsure by the second. “Or, well, no, I guess I probably smell good or whatever, so I know you’re like, biologically interested, but you don’t really want to. You’re just being nice… right?” 

Eddie goes very still. Then he reaches out and—calmly, deliberately—takes Buck’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, tipping his head up until their eyes catch and lock, pulled together like some kind of inevitability.

It’s so incredibly, unexpectedly sexy that Buck feels himself flush, feels his cock twitch and his thighs slick, pinned like a bird beneath Eddie’s gaze.

He doesn’t dare look away. He couldn’t if he tried.

“Listen to me very carefully,” Eddie says, in a quiet, husky voice that’s meant for Buck’s ears alone. “Nothing about you and I has ever been an obligation, Buck. And there’s nothing just nice about the things I want to do to you. Not now, and probably not ever, if we’re being honest. So, if I’m offering to help you through your heat, it’s because I want to. Because I want you. Do you understand me?”

Buck can only nod, utterly speechless.

Eddie studies his expression for a long moment, then continues: “Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, I’m gonna ask you again. Will you let me take care of you?”

“Please,” Buck breathes. “Eds, please.”

Eddie’s thumb grazes gently over his cheek, then slips lower to rest against the swell of his lower lip. “Will you let me take you home?”

He wants to ask one more time, wants to grab him by the shoulders and shake him, wants to whisper, Are you sure? Please tell me you’re sure, that you’re absolutely certain you won’t regret this.

That you won’t regret me.

But Buck’s only human. And he wants. so. badly.

“Yes,” he says.

Eddie soothes a hand down his spine, then tugs him close, brushing a kiss against the center of his forehead. Buck shivers and surrenders.

“Hey, guys?” Eddie says louder, and there’s a strength in his voice that feels like a promise. “I think we’re gonna need a ride.”

[n1ghtwarden]

she won the idgaf war in the shadowfell

[grapecaseschoices]

*squints*

th ... that's it?

if you dont choose to free him you get NO conversation? NONE of the companions approach the Inquisitor about it? They dont say anything when you click them?

[optiwashere]

What does Ashreera and Shadowheart like about each other respectively? Fluff qn :)

Heya anon! I really enjoyed writing the answer to this one 💜

Because I'm me, this got kinda long-winded. All of this is stuff that's in the fics. The fluffy fics show the domestic side of things, but It Is the Wound She Gave Me and Like I Am Safe Again are the linchpins to their relationship. The Gauntlet/Nightsong fic that I'm chipping away at will be equally as important!

But I like typing about my babies soooooooo!

Shadowheart finds Asheera's bad jokes and obvious flirting endearing. Asheera's also pretty forward without disrespecting her boundaries, and Shadowheart loves that. In-game Asheera challenges her without trodding on firm "no" areas, and that's a huge show of respect. Shadowheart's low level of self-esteem gets big validation from someone like Asheera.

Even when Asheera is being a Paladin-ass Paladin™ she is always leaving room in their relationship for Shadowheart to have agency over what to share, who to be, and things like the events in the Gauntlet/Shadowfell. That's not something you get as a Sharran, and from someone that's dedicated to redeeming monsters and creating change in the world... I mean, the themes are right there!

Asheera finds Shadowheart's love of animals very telling of the kind of person she is. Asheera thinks someone who is as willing to say, "I'd rather not talk about this" as Shadowheart has a firm command of what she wants. Even if she needs nudges to know it's OK to express her desires and needs as well as what she doesn't want. The slim difference is actually huge.

Even when Shadowheart is potentially on the road to becoming a Dark Justiciar, and therefore someone that Asheera must kill, she is taking these things for herself that she deserves. Asheera might hate the choice that Shadowheart could make, but it's Shadowheart's choice. Shadowheart spares Aylin for whatever her reasons are (crisis of faith + wanting to know the memories and past that Aylin can give her) but Asheera sees it as someone that's finally embracing the fact that she is a person and she deserves to choose. When Shadowheart turns to Asheera and asks, "what should I do?" Asheera says nothing. She just nods. Shadowheart chooses for herself from that point onward.

As for in a love sense and not just a general "companionship" sense?

Shadowheart loves that Asheera isn't complicated in her love. There's nothing for her to hide with Asheera. She's tired of darkness. Asheera embraces her faults and all the things she's done as a Sharran without any hate in her heart. Though Asheera is a paladin of Redemption, she also doesn't treat Shadowheart as a project to fix. Shadowheart is just Shadowheart, and that makes it easy for her to love Asheera. She likes that no matter how she's feeling, no matter the kind of day she's had, Asheera is there for her. In anger, in joy, and in darkness.

Asheera loves Shadowheart's strength and perseverance, and the fact that she can pick herself up after something that would destroy most people. That she's extremely capable, but also that she's strong enough to share her moments of vulnerability or uncertainty. That she cares so much more than she lets on. That Shadowheart knows she can trust Asheera with anything, and that after a certain point she does.

Love is something that changes shape, especially in long-term romantic relationships. Sometimes the changes are good, though.

[vosquitransitis]

baldurs gate 3 is greatttt. really cool. dnd for people who dont gave enough friends to play dnd with.

[ettadunham]

okay, i was riding pretty high at what i assumed was the end of act 2, but that emperor fight is absolutely bullshit

[vampirebiter]

finished bg3. really good really fun.

[anna-neko]

pfft... aaah yes, Fallout-Prime Cooper Howard fans.... doin it lite i see

welcome to the party. My thirsty ass been speed-walking into The Underworld to recruit Charon before my eyes could even properly adjust to the burning sunlight outside good ol' 101

Dodging centaurs & molerats all the way, crawling thru the metro tunnels as one does