Well I don’t get much time to write anymore and with Fallout 4 out, the free time is even shorter, however here’s a little tale about one of my more recent adventures. (Minor spoilers, but nothing to do with the main plot)
Vault 81: A Cautionary Tale
So after having wasted a shitload of bullets recently at the Dunwich Borers, I found a wandering trader. Figuring I could replenish my ammo I went to speak with him. He ended up telling me he didn’t have anything and was going to Vault 81 to replenish his own supplies and my map was updated.
Another Vault! Those are always fun to explore. What sort of fucked up experiment was this one going to be? But then if the trader was going back there to replenish his supplies what must mean this particular vault must be one of the control vaults or something. Well, it still might be worth checking out.
Eventually after fighting my way through the usual super mutant/ghoul/raider infested lands, I get to Vault 81 and try opening up with my Pip Boy.
“Halt right there wastelander scum!”
Apparently the vault dwellers inside didn’t trust some stranger trying to barge into their vault. Can't imagine why. Their Overseer was a little more understanding and said I could enter if I helped them out. Despite the fact that I told them I was a fellow Vault Dweller and had two ranks in Lady Killer perk, she was unmoved by my words and wouldn’t let me in until I handed over 3 fusion cores.
Well I didn’t have many left, but I figure I’ll probably find more later and I don’t use my Power Armor that much any way so I said fine since that was the only way I was getting in.
After this exchange, the Overseer said not to worry about some of the other vault dwellers being short with me since not everyone thinks its a great idea to trade with the outside world, but it’s necessary sometimes. Very pragmatic. Good.
Despite her warning, most people there were fine with me. Some even expressed a desire to leave themselves but they were too scared to do so.
While I was there, I spoke to the shop keepers (And got my ammo) provided the doctor with fresh blood (who was a cheap bastard and didn’t give any caps) and spoke in front of a classroom of children who asked about my adventures in Commonwealth. I told them the tale about Concord and how I single handedly killed a bunch of raiders and then killed a Deathclaw all the while Preston and the rest of the Minute Men didn’t do shit to help me. The children were impressed and I got a Gronak comic out of the deal.
One of the kids however was upset because her cat went missing. I thought I saw a cat running past me when I first entered. Apparently it ran out of the vault though she assured me it wouldn’t have gone far.
“*Sigh* Now I have to go looking for a fucking cat? Fine, but I get paid for this type of thing little girl.”
“I can give you my teddy bear.”
“What else?”
“I also got a kickball. I like it, but I like my cat more.”
“Seriously? I’ll need something more substantial.”
“Okay, I can also give you a silver locket my mom gave me. It’s my second most favorite thing in the world!”
I knew the Lady Killer perk would come in handy.
So after having successfully extorted a little girl, I explored more of the vault since the cat’s probably dead anyway and wouldn’t be going far.
I decided to go down to the reactor room because apparently nobody gave a single fuck that I was wandering in restricted areas just because I gave them 3 fusion cores. Came across twins, a girl and a guy. The girl told me not to pay any attention to her brother since he was a no good junkie. This guy was supposed to be the engineer of the place, but according to most folks I over heard earlier he let their broken down Mr. Handy do all the work. Anyway, she told me that she’d like to leave the vault, but she felt partially responsible for her brother’s drug habit since she sold drugs and gave him a few sometimes because he’s so over worked.
Way to enable there sis.
I spoke to her brother and predictably he asked if I had any jet to sell.
“Well duh. I routinely exterminate raider hideouts for fun. I’m practically a walking pharmacy with all the drugs I find. 75 caps.”
Hey, he’s not my brother.
Explored the rest of the reactor room and hacked a Master terminal which contained some interesting notes from the original overseer. Turned out this vault WAS supposed to undergo a fucked up experiment after all and there was actually a secret section of the vault which housed some scientists doing disease experiments who were going to eventually test on the inhabitants of the vault, but the overseer got a conscience and cut them off completely so they couldn’t flood the other part of the vault with the diseases.
Interesting stuff, maybe there’s some way of getting into this secret part of the vault, but then I remembered I still had a cat to go find.
As I’m heading up to the surface, I overheard the botanist looking for her grandson. I thought great, someone else I’m going to probably have to look for.
Didn’t take long to find the cat, didn’t even have to fight anyone or pick it up. I just told it to go home and it did. That usually never works, but fortunately this isn’t real life.
Got back to the vault to claim my reward, but I only got the goddamned teddy bear. Apparently the little girl must have told her mom what she was going to give me and her mother talked her out of it.
Back out of a deal, real nice lessons to teach your kid. You fucking bitch, no wonder your husband never wants to spend time with you.
I was going to leave since I’d had enough of this place demanding shit and half of the time not wanting to give me anything in return, but that botanist looking for her grandchild? Yeah, well she found him, but he had gotten bit by a mole rat. The kid was in bad shape and it was all the junkie’s fault. He was digging around the reactor room to find a good place to stash his drugs and he found the secret section of the vault and there were a bunch of diseased molerats in there.
Naturally I got asked to go explore it since maybe there was a cure in there.
“*Sigh* Fine. I was going to go explore it anyway.”
What came next was the fighting bit. Nothing really too tough though. Just a bunch of molerats and a few automated turrets. Finally got to the end where I found Curie. Some Mr. Handy robot that was given an annoying female Frenchie accent. She’d been working on making cures for all the diseases they had tested on these molerats, but she needed a proper release so she could leave the lab. I released her and she gave me the cure. It was then a quick trip back to the infirmary.
So I had the cure, but there was only the one since Curie said the rest had expired years ago. On top of all this apparently after checking my stats I had “Molerat Disease” which subtracted 10 HP.
“You found the cure? Quick give it to me.”
“Yeah, about that doc. I used it already. Sorry.”
“YOU WHAT!? You bastard! You just condemned that boy to death! Get out!”
“Whatever.”
Well, that pretty much vilified me to most of the vaulter dwellers. Even the Overseer was pissed, saying I just made her job harder. Easy to point fingers when they aren’t ones with Molerat Disease. I wouldn’t have even gotten it if I hadn’t been sticking my neck out for them in the first place!
At this point I figured I’d make one last stop to see if the junkie wanted any more drugs so I could unload my supply before leaving this vault of judgmental assholes.
The junkie wasn’t in the reactor room, just his sister. She told me he wasn’t doing too good either and the only way he was going to get better is if he went and saw one of the doctors to help him get off the drugs.
Why not? I figure I’ll just sell him more drugs when I do find him.
I get to his room and I don’t even get the option. I get lured into a conversation instead. Seeing that I was going to have to try to convince him to get off the drugs, I figured the hardline approach would work since apparently people being nice wasn’t working.
“You’re a waste of space.”
“That’s harsh dude.”
“Monsignor, that is rude to speak in that tone.”
“Yeah, well your Frenchie tone is fucking annoying. Listen up toaster, if you expect to follow me, you need to shut the hell up and let me do things my way. Now back to you junkie, it’s all your fault the boy died in the first place. It should’ve been you.”
Of course in typical junkie logic he turns it all around and blames ME for the boy dying and then opens fire.
Barrel one to the chest and then barrel two to the face and a headless junkie lies dead on his now bloody floor. I though for sure Vault Security would be all over my ass, but apparently the rooms are soundproof or more likely they just continued to not give a shit about some stranger killing one of their own.
After looting his headless corpse, there was little else to do but go talk to his sister.
I fully expected to get bitched at once again, but surprisingly his sister was cool about everything. She didn’t blame me AND unlike everyone else in this shitty vault took responsibility for contributing to her brother’s problems.
It was at this point I decided that she was better than this shitty vault and since she wanted to leave anyway…
“Hey babe, why don’t you come help me with my settlements?”
“Really? You’d let me come with you?”
“Sure, I routinely just take in various vagabonds from the wasteland all the time. You’ll probably be more helpful than the rest of the slaves... I mean people that work there. Plus, while ghouls are fun, they can't reproduce and you being a vault dweller, you'll probably do for good breeding stock. Just ignore Preston though, he thinks he’s important, but he doesn’t really do shit except whine to me about rebuilding his Two Pump Chumps gang.”
“Okay, I’ll go pack my stuff!”
Lady Killer perk strikes again.
And the moral of the story is don’t trust strangers.
TL:DR: Visited Vault 81. Extorted a little girl. Saved a cat. Killed a bunch of molerats. Gained a toaster follower. Let a boy die. Killed a junkie. Talked the junkie’s sister into joining my settlement.