7268 Fallout 4
I'm able to do this, not that its a bad thing; its quite useful...accept when you end up reveling the edge of the world! Whoever made the mod that is either just Removable Clutter or if its part of a bigger mod, could you update it so any areas that are blocked for a reason like the Edg eof the Game world of an interior these are not removable.
That and also if there is a lantern or a candle on a barrel/crate, tha tneeds to go too as when removing said barrel or crate the Lantern and or Candle or what not just floats!
605 Fallout Shelter
There should be something in place to prevent duplicates...
You see, they have a duplicate prevention system, it's used for recipes and theme fragments. They know how to do that.
68 Fallout 3
I hate the intro in vault 101 simply because it takes too long. If I'm starting a character, I want to get into the world as quickly as possible. Skyrim and Oblivion is guilty of this. Morrowind actually does it right. FNV starts a game quicker than most of Bethesda's games.
At least in Oblivion we can make a save just before the sewer exit though, and use this save to create future characters while skipping the tutorial. As we exit the sewer in this game it gives us the option to edit our character and their class and race. Can't do this in Skyrim. I"m not sure if it works in Fallout 3 or not?
Due to the setting I've noticed a lot of people like to RP as the ranger with the big iron on his hip cowboy type (I've also done a couple of characters like that)
I've recently started RPing a female native american tribal type of character. She wears no armour, doesn't use any type of modern fire arms, the fist of the north rawr, the knife spear and throwing knife spears are her main weapons of choice, while her firearms are the medicine stick and the ratslayer.
Manowar - Spirit Horse Of The Cherokee
Anyone else got a favourite character to share?
Don't have one. No reason to. FNV doesn't have any RP opportunities unless you want to completely ignore the entire storyline, all the environment and never do any of the DLCs.
207 Fallout Series
If you are a well off and privileged person, why are you living in Alaska? And why did you not move when the Chinese invaded?
Pip-boys weren't sold. They were equipment issued in Vault-Tech vaults. So you wont find it laying on the side of the street pre-war.
The game is set 11 years before the Great War, people wont be evacuated to the Vault incase of a chinese invasion as that would just trap them in there against a hostile force. It's far more likely to be taken over by the US army forces stationed there as a command post and barracks.
Also worth nothing Bethesda has to advance the games timeline with each game, so a pre-war game isn't possible with that.
Steve Miller - The Last Plank
"Megaton? Where's that?", Corrine asked. "On the mainland somewhere?"
"Yeah", Steve replied. "It's in the Capital Wasteland, north of the DC Ruins. Town's kind of a dump, but it's one of the main trade centers there...if not the biggest since the Brotherhood raided Rivet City and stole their reactor a couple of years ago. Main claim to fame was the old Chinese Atom Bomb that used to sit in the center of town. Brotherhood ran off with that too, though the only people who complained were the Childen." Steve pointed a finger at his head and twirled it slowly as to imply they were crazy. "The Children worshiped the thing as an idol. Townspeople only put up with it because the Children helped put the wall around the town." He then added, "Rivet City is at the old Navy Yard in DC...bunch of folks set up shop in the wreck of a pre-war aircraft carrier. Safest place in the Capital Wasteland....if uncomfortable as hell...until the Brotherhood won their war with the Enclave and got aircraft of their own."
"Anyways", Corrine continued, "the Children were just some kooks who made a lot of noise. Mostly kept to themselves but did they ever like to talk." She took a sip of her whiskey then continued. "Used to bump into some of 'em out on the island now and then, hell, even traded with them more than a few times. They needed little pre-war electronic parts just as much as anyone else, it seemed."
"Always a market for things like that", Steve replied, "It's not like resistors, capacitors, and the like grow on trees. Hard enough to get parts for a diesel engine or steam powerplant....and you can at least fabricate most of those if you have access to machine tools and the right skillset. That's what I've been doing for the last ten years or so....keeping old ships moving long after they should have been scrapped."
"But back to this Cult...does anyone have a plan?", Steve asked. "If so, I'd like to help. After all, I'm in this already, whether I like it or not."
"Depends on who you ask, to be honest," Corrine replied, pushing her stew bowl away from her, idly rubbing her knuckles. "Seems split pretty evenly between folks that're likely packin' to leave as we speak, and others who're..." she cleared her throat, "well, some of us who don't know any other life than the Island and aren't gonna just give it up. But, a plan?"
Suddenly, a large cat leapt from the floor into Corrine's lap, then up onto the bar. It misjudged, somehow, and half-landed on the abandoned stew bowl, upending the dregs onto the bar and causing Corrine to yelp and stand suddenly, knocking her nearly-full whiskey glass over to splash all over the bar and the people in front of it.
"God [censored], Tink!" Corrine swore, shaking the liquid off her hands to the floor. Debby was there with a mop and dabbing at the floor. "Gonna need another refill, Mitch, but put it on that mischievous cat's tab." She noticed Steve dabbing at his pants and realized his slacks were soaked all down the front. "Bloody hell, neighbour, sorry about that! I bet you don't even have a change after bein' shipwrecked." Corrine waved her hands to stop Steve from moving or saying more. "Brooks down at the general mercantile should have somethin' that'll fit you, and he owes me some, anyway. I will be right back." She then darted out the door.
Steve took the opportunity to check Corrine out as she left, noting that while she was a bit on the skinny side, from what he could tell she did have a decent figure. As the door closed behind her, Steve looked back at the bar and shrugged bemusedly as Tink, unconcerned with the uproar he had caused, calmly began lapping up the spilled contents of Corrine's bowl of stew.
She was definitely interested...he was sure of that now...he'd caught her adjusting her hair out of the corner of her eye, and she seemed to be making an effort to put her best face forward. But he was a bit worried...that Cult had issued an ultimatum of some sort, and Corrine and the others seemed not to know what they were going to do about it. But that could wait for a bit, he was starved and also needed a place to sleep tonight.
"Mitch", Steve said, "I'd like a bowl of that stew and a beer, if you please, and how much for a room for the night?"
Steve settled up with Mitch and began to eat his stew...which was actually fairly good, he was used to Mirelurk from years of living in Rivet City...as Mitch shooed the cat away and cleaned off the bar and poured another whisky and left it at Corrine's seat. Just as he finished his bowl, Corrine came back in clutching a pair of pants in one hand. She approached and thrust out at him a pair of used but serviceable jeans.
"Uh", Corrine said hesitantly, "I hope you like jeans."
"Those will do nicely", Steve said sincerely, after all he had no clothes beyond what he was wearing and his pea coat, "thanks, Corrine." He then draped them over his arm, and picked up his beer, palming the key Mitch had placed on the bar with his other hand. "If you'll excuse me for a bit, I'm going to go upstairs and change and put away my things." He then headed for the stairs and went up to where the rooms were, furtively glancing back at the bar to see if she was looking at him...she was.
Locating his room, he unlocked the door and walked inside, pushing the door back with his foot. the door swung back to close, but didn't quite catch and came to rest slightly ajar. The afternoon sun In From The Fog: A Far Harbor Roleplay (IC Thread)shone dimly through a curtained window, revealing a plainly furnished room, nothing to write home about, but reasonably clean...and for the first time in over two months, on dry land. He swung his haversack off his shoulder onto the bed, placing his new-to-him jeans next to it. He then settled into a arm chair along the outside wall and after placing his beer on the small end-table next to it, removed his boots. He then stood and removed his whiskey soaked trousers and hung them on the hook of a old hatrack by the door. He then settled back into the chair, now in his skivvies, and took a long pull on his beer. He planned to go back down to the bar in a bit, but for the moment he was enjoying the solitude of being alone in a room for the first time in a long time.