Hey everyone, its your good friend Kornealious Ozymandias Zeitgeist here (not really) and welcome to my crib.
This is Fort Kickass, and only my authority is recognized here. We got it all here...
...Including enough firepower to blast the plebs and riffraff off my doorstep.
I mean its not really a safe neighborhood and all, so it pays to be prepared...
...like, really prepared.
...you get the idea.
This is my guard dog, but he only guards his own house, the asshole.
Apparently he's not the only one because I have a quartermaster who also can't read, or doesn't care...
This is where I store all of my power armor. Initially it was just the two rows, but then I had extra power armors coming out my ass so I had to add a whole extra level on top.
From oldest to newest: T-45, T-49, T-51b, T-60 Tesla, X-01, X-02 Tesla, and Adeptus Astartes Mk7 Aquila pattern power armor. Snazzy
Up top is the armor display room, but I don't like the mannequins though. In fact I should fence them in.
This is my machine pit, its where robots are born
Though it only seems to produce necro-engineered death machines.
mr skeltal plz go
For some reason everyone comes here after dark, and I have no idea why.
I am heavy weapons guy, and this is my weapon. This is 'The Rush of Plagued Rain' a legendary gatling-laser that fires explosive rounds and apparently breaks the fucking game.
It also makes the water explode spectacularly.
And this is my bedroom/office/collection room.
A full collection of all bobble-heads, and all the skill magazines. The flags are for the winning teams, suck it Institute.
It may have taken fucking forever, but I finally got a slice of cake from one of those machines.
That's all for now. I've done everything I could in Fallout 4. There's surprisingly not that many good quest mods to keep it going like there is for Skyrim. This was probably my last Fallout 4 playthrough, and now i'm preparing for my final Skyrim playthrough too.
Stall classy everyone.