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For those of you still not subscribed....part 17 is up.  We do a lot of walking and talking.

Probably be the last episode until Monday though....not created a backlog this week.

And tomorrow, I'll finally get to meet my new minion.

Slowly but surely catching up on the episodes. Definitely enjoying it though!

I honestly thought he would live forever.

Ditto to this and to "fuck cancer".

That said, "Blackstar" sounds totally different, now that we know he was fully aware this was his last album, and he would soon be dead.  It's pretty gutting.

Heard 'Lazarus' when it was released, will have to give the rest of the album a listen. I can only imagine, with him knowing this was to be his last.

No kidding. I started playing, only for a (relatively) short time the other day, and I know my hoarding instincts are going to start kicking in.

With the beds they ask you to build initially, I made them fit fairly neatly in one of the broken down houses, but my impulse to tear up all the junk and make everything look nice and new is strong. While it is a neat addition, I can't let myself get caught up in hoarding and building forever.

Already I'm lugging around a bunch of armor and crap I don't need but rather sell for caps than repurpose into materials at the moment. No traders anywhere! (Yet, I've only gone to Concord and back). The fact that I can no longer use my dog as a pack mule will make it tougher as well.

That being said, I'm happy to finally be playing this game.

Edit: Realized Dogmeat can carry stuff. Just hadn't noticed before

Most of the time it's just coffee and maybe a yogurt if I'm lucky, but when I have time & motivation I'll do oatmeal (yes I realize how little effort that actually takes) or sometimes breakfast sandwiches - homemade, since fast food ones tend to fill me and my stomach with sadness.

Oatmeal I'll typically just use a little salt and a little butter (on occasion with added greens) - super exciting I know. I like maple syrup sometimes, but I have to be in the mood for sweet. I will have to dig up that savory oatmeal thread from a while ago. It was certainly intriguing

So, the Happy Families bubble burst today, and I am pleased to report that my employees are actually just as fucked up as everyone else.

Most of them are going on vacation next Monday, and they suddenly all decided they had to get "their side of the story" in with the new boss.  But the new boss doesn't care.  Half of them are cheating on their spouses with coworkers.  I don't care.  The other half are overly concerned about said cheating.  This also doesn't register as important.  I have seen where this goes, and it's a horrible snarl of twisted priorities, but I don't give a shit.

It's really this simple.  We fix the domes.  We get the brain-eating amoebas out of the water.  We clean up after semifunctional scientists and ancient docents.  We don't run tourists over.  It's not calculus.

I am not bitching, mind you.  I am actually quite relieved, as things seemed just a little too good to be true, and now it's way more human.

Hank shuffled into the room. This was an office, once. Long ago, before the Roger times came. Hank remembered an office here some time last month. Now it was a labyrinth of manuals and schematics. Hank couldn't believe there was anywhere enough equipment to justify this much paper. Not in the complex. Not in the state.

He had been hesitant to come in, really. Davis had come in with a welcome and a gift basket earlier in the day and nobody had seen him since. He'd probably gone home. Must have gone home. But it didn't sit right. No, Hank hadn't wanted to come in but he felt it was morally imperative that the new boss know the score.

The room seemed empty. Gradually accepting that Roger wasn't in, Hank let his attention drift to the annotated schematics covering the floors and walls and found that he had trouble parsing them. He narrowed his eyes and moved nearer a document with renewed focus. To his surprise, the content was indecipherable. It was positively arcane and certainly nothing related to any of the equipment he'd ever seen. Paralysed by puzzlement as he was, Hank didn't see Roger emerge from a stack of books until he was upon him, pinning the puzzled engineer to the wall and disturbing the new wallpaper, sending robot pin-ups drifting to the floor.

"What is it, man? Is it the domes?"

Hank blinked and stammered, "I... I... no? What? No. The domes are..." He committed to pushing Roger from him indignantly and straightening his clothes but found this commitment didn't translate into anywhere near enough force to make the man budge. Roger's face advanced upon him and Hank became aware that the new boss was wearing a jeweller's monocle, giving an eerie, inquisitive edge to his stare.

"The domes are..? You were saying about the domes?"

Hank stared in terror. "No, I... well, that is. I thought you should know about what's going on between Laura and James and Karen." He had meant to be more tactful, but circumstances had not allowed for that. Roger released him and turned away dismissively, appearing to immediately lose interest. He took a couple of steps away before pausing and looking back "And you're certain there's nothing about the domes?" The new boss's glare was chilling. "You certainly wouldn't keep anything from me if it were about the domes?"

Hank shook his head desperately. Roger glared a moment longer then nodded his acceptance. "Very well. Back to work. There's no place like dome." His lips twitched a brief smile at the last sentence. Roger gestured to his desk, upon which a gift basket sat. "Help yourself to a little treat on your way out, for your excellent work."

Hank's blood ran cold. Not at the sight of the gift basket, but at the only other non-paper item atop the desk.

Holding down the corner of a diagram of the facility, functioning as a paperweight, were Davis's car keys.

So, first day on the job, a mile and half up in the air.  Talking with engineers about robots the size of sewing needles that adjust fiberoptic cables for trapping images of entire galaxies, to measure their velocity with respect to one another.  The engineers know their job and they assume I'm educated on everything unless I tell them differently, in which case they patiently explain.

My boss is a fairly brilliant scientist who enjoys the ins and outs of DOE/NASA/NSF bureaucratic wrangling.  His boss is the smartest woman I've ever met, who shares my enthusiasm for the visitor program, for getting people up the mountain to look at other stars and how exoplanets are inferred from a star's wobble, and will geek out on a moment's notice, which is fucking awesome.

My crew are all professionals who genuinely like each other, and most of them seem to have taken a shine to me.

I am in charge of - among many other things - life support.  LIFE SUPPORT.  Scotty, my scabby arse!

I changed my mind.  There is a heaven.

That sounds absolutely fantastic. Congratulations!

Do you want to see survivalism gameplay?  Namely, hypothermia, realistic needs and hunting?  There are mods for this, but I'm waiting for the patches to be updated for the latest version, as the new Frostfall mod has significant performance improvements over the currently patched version.  This will mean the possibility of freezing to death, starving to death etc.

Secondly, what kind of character would you be interested in.  I have a couple of ideas, and I'm pretty open to any of them, as all should be end-game viable.  Basically, your choices are nightblade (stealth and magic), paladin (shiny armor and good magic) or spellblade (fire magic and conjuration and swords). I'll come up with backstories and motivations later.

I would say Nightblade, as I'm a sucker for the stealth classes, but if it is deemed too overused, I would go with spell blade, both since it would likely be really interesting and to remind myself to branch outside of stealth once in a while.

As for survivalism, while I am on console, so no mods for me, I am interested to see the depth it adds and its affects on the rest of gameplay, so go for it

Some Youtube videos: Hunterborn and Frostfall.  The Hunterborn one is quite out of date, the alchemy and equipment overhaul it provides is now quite extensive.

The idea with a Spellblade would be to use Destruction at range, Conjuration for Tanks, Alteration and Light Armor for defence, swords for melee.  Probably also a bit of alchemy and enchanting, but I have a mod, Honed Metal, which allows me to approach NPCs to do my crafting and enchanting for me, provided with the right materials and enough money (much like Morrowind).

Both of them definitely really neat, particularly Frostfall. One of these days/years I'll have to get a computer worth playing games on again. Not that it's the only thing I took away from it, but I do really like the option of being rescued and taken *somewhere* when over exposed rather than the basic die and reload.

Playing as a Spellblade does sound like it could be pretty fun/interesting, again, wanting to try to branch out from my usual character.

Do you want to see survivalism gameplay?  Namely, hypothermia, realistic needs and hunting?  There are mods for this, but I'm waiting for the patches to be updated for the latest version, as the new Frostfall mod has significant performance improvements over the currently patched version.  This will mean the possibility of freezing to death, starving to death etc.

Secondly, what kind of character would you be interested in.  I have a couple of ideas, and I'm pretty open to any of them, as all should be end-game viable.  Basically, your choices are nightblade (stealth and magic), paladin (shiny armor and good magic) or spellblade (fire magic and conjuration and swords). I'll come up with backstories and motivations later.

I would say Nightblade, as I'm a sucker for the stealth classes, but if it is deemed too overused, I would go with spell blade, both since it would likely be really interesting and to remind myself to branch outside of stealth once in a while.

As for survivalism, while I am on console, so no mods for me, I am interested to see the depth it adds and its affects on the rest of gameplay, so go for it

Just soak a used tampon in coconut water to neutralize chemtrails. It totally works! Trust me, I have neurological damage.

Sounds reasonable to me!

  I love it

Can you quack
Can you quack like a duck when you suck
Can you buck like a horse when we fuck
Can you take every inch up your butt
Can you shit on my chest for good luck
Can you quack
Can you quack like a duck when you suck
Can you fart on my balls when we fuck
Can you stick your whole tongue up my butt
Can you shit on my chest for good luck
Can you quack
Can you quack like a duck when you suck

makes me laugh every time

Nigelada:
1 pepperoncini

I read this as 1 pepperoni.

Someone needs to start garnishing mixed drinks with a single, delicate slice of pepperoni.

  When we've had it in the house, my boyfriend's added a slice of pepperoni with a slice/cube of sharp cheddar (which is always in the house) as a garnish to our Bloody Mary's. Which are always great, and on occasion he's made more in a michelada style.

Nigelada:

12 oz beer
4 oz V8
1 tablespoon pickle juice
3 dashes fish sauce
2 dashes Valentino's (or to taste)
1 large lime wedge
1 pepperoncini
A dusting of black pepper

We've used pickle juice in our Bloody Mary's/quasi-cheladas before, but hadn't thought of fish sauce. I will have to try next time (and/or just replicate this whole recipe) since that sounds like it could add a nice bit of flavor.

That looks and sounds amazing! I am going to have to try this soon.

Yea, 44 here. And while not trying to sound like Most Empathetic Guy in the Room, that does seem pretty off for me.

 

I love this place