p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" "Finally home, classes were awful today." the young college student sighs as she kicks the door to the garage closed with her booted foot. She regained her balance and began pulling off her shoes with her feet. Her heavy backpack made it harder to keep from falling over, but eventually she was able to fling them amongst the other shoes at the entrance. The winter boots landed with heavy thuds against the wall before falling limply to the cold hardwood floors. Adjusting her bag, the girl walks into the dark kitchen and throws it onto one of the chairs. Her eyes quickly flicked to it and her hand twitched as she saw it tip back a little. Fortunately, the chair didn't fall and she passed by it without a second thought to turn on the lights. There was a click of the light switch and instantly it was bright. She squinted as she looked into the kitchen and made a move for the cabinets, /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" "Merow!", startled she looked down to see the green eyes of her cat at her feet. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" "Hey Pitty!", she bent down to pick up the old cat gently. "How's mamma kitty doing today huh? Bet you had so much fun taking naps on your warm pillow and eating all day." She pet Pitty under the chin and listened to her purr before setting her down again. The cat then limped over to her food bowl where she began to eat again. "Leg still bothering you? Man, only reason why I hate winter. You can't even take medicine for it! Makes you sick and we don't want that…" /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" She grabbed some crackers from one of the top shelves and picked up the cat once again. She quickly ran up the stairs, which proved difficult with both a cat and snack in hand. Down a hallway and up two more steps she finally reached her room. She set Pitty on her bed and turned a space heater on before closing the door. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" "There you go girl! Should help you feel a bit better." A little disoriented, the cat looked around and then settled down as the girl walked over. She grabbed her laptop and mouse off her nightstand and climbed on the bed. She pushed all the blankets aside and set the mouse pad on a pillow. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" "It's been so long since I've been able to game! What do I even start with! I mean there's this one mission I want to go on in Fallout 4, but I don't think my character is strong enough yet. Think I can do it Pitty?", she looked over at the calico cat who was happily curled in a ball in the warmth of the heater. The girl laughed and smiled at the now comfortable cat, "Great answer! Fallout 4 it is then!"/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" With that she opened up her laptop and turned it on. " It's been so long I can't even remember where I saved last! 19 years old and you'd think I'd have down time, but I guess not!" After a few minutes she was able to open up Fallout 4 and play. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" The intro played and the the opening screen showed as normal. She clicked on the continue button and was instantly taken to her last save, Sanctuary Hills. "Oh yeah, that's right I restarted last time because I fucked up the story so bad. Guess it could be worse, looks like I played enough to get most of my companions back!" /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" She moved her character around, a female sole survivor, with some makeup, an uneven black haired boy cut, and Kellogg's armor equipped. She had her character, Corva, look around sanctuary for a little while. She visited Codsworth and made a wide circle around Preston. Then she went over to her house and found Deacon and Hancock chilling at the table. Cait was wandering and so was Valentine. Dogmeat, the good boy he is, was lying in his specially made dog house being cute as ever. However, despite all the wandering, she couldn't find her favorite companions. Cuire, Danse, and MacCready were missing and no matter where she looked she couldn't find them. "Ugh, this happened in my last game, but I found them after a while! Where'd they go! I wanted to take MacCready with me! Maybe I should Google search this glitch…"/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" She ended up googling it, but all she could find was advice on restarting the game or uninstalling and reinstalling it. She ended up going back to wandering around sanctuary, looking once again for her lost companions, "I don't want to restart my game! I'll have to start all over again! If I reinstall it I won't have enough time to play! What the fuck! I just want to enjoy my life and play videogames! Is that too much to ask? Where's my MacCheese! MacCready let's go I have places to be, things to do, people to terrorize!"/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" In the middle of her rage there's a knock on the door. She sighs and shuts off her computer. "I swear if it's another sales guy or some religious person trying to convert me I am not up for politely listening today." She gets off the bed, careful not to wake the cat, and runs down the stairs. The door is knocked on again before she can get to it. "Hold on I'm almost there!", she thinks frustrated 'Jesus these guys are impatient!' She pulls open the door and is blasted with cold air, and a few flecks of snow, suddenly her feet and hands feel cold again. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" When the air slows she is able to get a good look at the people on her doorstep. What she saw made her feel nervous. The one closest to the door, and who she assumes knocked, was pretty short with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a goatee. There was another man, tall and muscular, standing just behind him with a serious look on his face. He had a very 'soldier' look and feel about him. Finally, there was a woman even shorter than the first guy. She was hiding in the shadow of the taller man, probably trying to avoid the cold wind and whipping snow. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" The girl looked at their clothes which made her feel even more uncomfortable than their faces. The woman looked pretty normal, apart from it was the middle if winter and she was wearing a dirty dress and heels with no coat. The taller man looked very strange. He had an orange mechanic looking suit and when she looked closer she could read Brotherhood of Steel on one of the patches. The girl shifted and quickly turned her attention to the short blonde. He had on a duster with one arm ripped off, a green scarf, a sniper strapped to his back, but even scarier he had a certain trademark hat with two bullets tucked into the brim. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" Their clothing and faces looked so real, even the facial hair, but she knew these guys were probably just really devoted cosplayers that's all. 'Yep devoted cosplayers, in the dead of winter and on my doorstep. She could feel her heart start pounding in her chest and her breathing pick up. Despite her obvious nervousness as to their looks and attire she asked the blonde, "Can I help you?"/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" "Yeah, uh….ah...Fu- how do I even explain this? Uh...My name's Maccready, this here's Danse" he points behind him, "and the woman's Curie. Where are we?"/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" "Merow!", startled she looked down to see the green eyes of her cat at her feet. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" "Hey Pitty!", she bent down to pick up the old cat gently. "How's mamma kitty doing today huh? Bet you had so much fun taking naps on your warm pillow and eating all day." She pet Pitty under the chin and listened to her purr before setting her down again. The cat then limped over to her food bowl where she began to eat again. "Leg still bothering you? Man, only reason why I hate winter. You can't even take medicine for it! Makes you sick and we don't want that…" /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" She grabbed some crackers from one of the top shelves and picked up the cat once again. She quickly ran up the stairs, which proved difficult with both a cat and snack in hand. Down a hallway and up two more steps she finally reached her room. She set Pitty on her bed and turned a space heater on before closing the door. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" "There you go girl! Should help you feel a bit better." A little disoriented, the cat looked around and then settled down as the girl walked over. She grabbed her laptop and mouse off her nightstand and climbed on the bed. She pushed all the blankets aside and set the mouse pad on a pillow. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" "It's been so long since I've been able to game! What do I even start with! I mean there's this one mission I want to go on in Fallout 4, but I don't think my character is strong enough yet. Think I can do it Pitty?", she looked over at the calico cat who was happily curled in a ball in the warmth of the heater. The girl laughed and smiled at the now comfortable cat, "Great answer! Fallout 4 it is then!"/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" With that she opened up her laptop and turned it on. " It's been so long I can't even remember where I saved last! 19 years old and you'd think I'd have down time, but I guess not!" After a few minutes she was able to open up Fallout 4 and play. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" The intro played and the the opening screen showed as normal. She clicked on the continue button and was instantly taken to her last save, Sanctuary Hills. "Oh yeah, that's right I restarted last time because I fucked up the story so bad. Guess it could be worse, looks like I played enough to get most of my companions back!" /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" She moved her character around, a female sole survivor, with some makeup, an uneven black haired boy cut, and Kellogg's armor equipped. She had her character, Corva, look around sanctuary for a little while. She visited Codsworth and made a wide circle around Preston. Then she went over to her house and found Deacon and Hancock chilling at the table. Cait was wandering and so was Valentine. Dogmeat, the good boy he is, was lying in his specially made dog house being cute as ever. However, despite all the wandering, she couldn't find her favorite companions. Cuire, Danse, and MacCready were missing and no matter where she looked she couldn't find them. "Ugh, this happened in my last game, but I found them after a while! Where'd they go! I wanted to take MacCready with me! Maybe I should Google search this glitch…"/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" She ended up googling it, but all she could find was advice on restarting the game or uninstalling and reinstalling it. She ended up going back to wandering around sanctuary, looking once again for her lost companions, "I don't want to restart my game! I'll have to start all over again! If I reinstall it I won't have enough time to play! What the fuck! I just want to enjoy my life and play videogames! Is that too much to ask? Where's my MacCheese! MacCready let's go I have places to be, things to do, people to terrorize!"/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" In the middle of her rage there's a knock on the door. She sighs and shuts off her computer. "I swear if it's another sales guy or some religious person trying to convert me I am not up for politely listening today." She gets off the bed, careful not to wake the cat, and runs down the stairs. The door is knocked on again before she can get to it. "Hold on I'm almost there!", she thinks frustrated 'Jesus these guys are impatient!' She pulls open the door and is blasted with cold air, and a few flecks of snow, suddenly her feet and hands feel cold again. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" When the air slows she is able to get a good look at the people on her doorstep. What she saw made her feel nervous. The one closest to the door, and who she assumes knocked, was pretty short with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a goatee. There was another man, tall and muscular, standing just behind him with a serious look on his face. He had a very 'soldier' look and feel about him. Finally, there was a woman even shorter than the first guy. She was hiding in the shadow of the taller man, probably trying to avoid the cold wind and whipping snow. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" The girl looked at their clothes which made her feel even more uncomfortable than their faces. The woman looked pretty normal, apart from it was the middle if winter and she was wearing a dirty dress and heels with no coat. The taller man looked very strange. He had an orange mechanic looking suit and when she looked closer she could read Brotherhood of Steel on one of the patches. The girl shifted and quickly turned her attention to the short blonde. He had on a duster with one arm ripped off, a green scarf, a sniper strapped to his back, but even scarier he had a certain trademark hat with two bullets tucked into the brim. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" Their clothing and faces looked so real, even the facial hair, but she knew these guys were probably just really devoted cosplayers that's all. 'Yep devoted cosplayers, in the dead of winter and on my doorstep. She could feel her heart start pounding in her chest and her breathing pick up. Despite her obvious nervousness as to their looks and attire she asked the blonde, "Can I help you?"/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" "Yeah, uh….ah...Fu- how do I even explain this? Uh...My name's Maccready, this here's Danse" he points behind him, "and the woman's Curie. Where are we?"/span/p