#fallout 4 bos

[dreadpiratesilas]

So here's the comic in its entirety!

Danse deserved his magical girl moment and the fact that Maxson robbed him of that is unforgivable.

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[fallout-fallen-knight]

one of the main factions in fallout 4 should have been a religious organization dedicated to the protection and maintenance of a giant tank of molasses

[bogdoom]

Something something blorbo

[callmewisteria]

there's a reason Haylen had a crush on him for awhile

Danse rightfully gets a lot of praise for his Cake, as he should, but I'd also like to present for consideration: Knight Rhys

[rustycabinet]

Tiktok makes me feel smart

[clonebrainrot]

Redoing this poll as I goofed by not including the followers of the apocalypse.

[scaradeus]

john hancock i will defend you with my life

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[emo-markie]

Telling friends that they shouldn't use AI feels like I'm in the Botherhood of Steel in Fallout because they got me saying stuff like

"Do not use this technology it's dangerous" and "Watch out for that website you never know if it's using AI"

Gonna start finishing my sentences with Ad Victoriam and unplugging PCs

[jcwdrawskinda]

Still not done, but having fun!

Death Shroud have synths feeling like:

[chekhovswatergun]

fallout fun fact

proctor ingram had to modify danse's power armour because his ass was too fat for the standard t-60 model

[sacreblugh]

hello arthur maxson nation where the hell are you can we be friends

[slocumjoe]

in other news, is there any romance quite as frustrating and stupid as danse x sole, when you look at it from. Any other companions point of view.

Preston Garvey has his whole world chewed up and spat out at his feet. Everyone he knew and loved is dead. Maybe he had a best friend, a lover, a brother or sister in the Minutemen. Maybe they were a civilian in Quincy. It doesn't matter anymore. This guy who's given you this second chance, you go with him to try and redeem yourself.

You are Preston Garvey, the last original Minuteman. You are tired, down in your bones, but you follow this stranger in a strange land across what you call home. While you're both picking through the ruins of Lexington, finding the corpses of the last of your friends, their pipboy gets a signal. A call for help.

You go to Cambridge. You help a dude in power armor gun down some ferals. As you reload your musket, dust yourself off, you look up as the big guy starts talking to your pal. And you can hear the white noise behind their eyes. You blink as they agree without question or hesistancy to do anything this dude needs. They're pretty nice, they're a good person, but usually you're not worried about if they're using their brain or not. Now, you're kinda worried. So you follow your buddy and Paladin Danse (What kind of name...) to some space station or whatever, watch them cook the man alive after some button mashing gone wrong, and then he can barely offer them a place in the Brotherhood before they're verbally signing their life away.

You are Preston Garvey. Your General has joined another, foreign army because this one guy, who had the charisma of a bag of corn nuts, asked. You are Preston Garvey. You are tired. Your general is now wearing a rival army's uniform because it makes that one guy happy. You want a nap so fucking bad.

You are Nick Valentine. You are a synth. You just helped this dude find out their baby is in the Institute. You walk out some security doors and see this big, hulking shadow in the sky, smothering the land from the sun. It bellows out that it comes in peace, heralded by armed air support, spotlights glowering down. You smell war and you don't even have a nose. As you stand there, in the wind, covered in blood and oil from the synths you've helped kill, you watch as your...client? You watch the dweller turn on their pipboy, mark Cambridge on their map, and make their way to the road.

You follow, of course. You follow, stupid sentimental bot you are, to thr Brotherhood of Steel. The dweller is vibrating to get on the death blimp. The guy offering the ride, Danse, is both sizing you up like you're a hot meal and like he wonders if you're actually a synth, because how the fuck would the dweller think bringing you here was a good idea? You shrug at him. You don't know either. You get on the vertibird. You get on the blimp. The dweller bats their eyes at Danse as he stomps down a catwalk, and they snap back to their normal selves once they talk to Kells. They balk and turn green and scoff out in the hall as you both listen to Maxoson's speech. They wonder how dumb a man could be as you venture deeper into the bowels of the beastly aircraft. People sneer at you. You are in danger. You stay very close to the dweller. You both find Danse again. He asks what they think. They don't say what they were just saying. He believes in himself, he sounds like he cares, he seems to truly trust in this army and it's cause. Not "what a load of horseshit." Danse beams with pride and they drink it in like clean water.

You are Nick Valentine. You wish you could drink.

[bogdoom]

Would you let him in if it started raining (his power armor is rusting)?

[v41entine]

Gage on the Commonwealth Factions

[kaidlo]

thank you fallout tumblr community for being sane actually. before i’d go on reddit and you’d see posts like “the Railroad’s morals suck actually. anyways the BoS is the best faction there is”

[lynettethemadscientist]