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> Autumn's Tale, My attempt to put to "paper" the story of my FO4 character
ArtemisNoir
post Mar 12 2023, 04:22 AM
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OK...*deep breath* here goes.
I've thought about actually writing down this story for several years, but, for one reason, or another, I've never quite managed beyond a sentence or two. Right now, my life is topsy turvy, but, ironically enough, it's also a good time to begin. Both encouraged by, and inspired by, Renee and Treydog, I've mustered the courage to finally post. Some notes first, though:

* Anyone familiar with the game will observe I'm using mods. I don't go overboard, or anything, but there are changes.
* This fiction is based on the main events of the game, but, sometimes, there will be differences in the details.
* I have tried to strike a balance between enough exposition so that anyone who doesn't know the game won't feel lost, while those that do won't be overly bored. I'm not sure how well I'm succeeding, but it's something that will evolve as it progresses.
* I'm hoping to post an installment once per week, each entry consisting of somewhere between 600 and 900 words. So... not huge chapters, but they're manageable. Right now, I'm not having any trouble getting out the words, so perhaps I'll eventually increase the schedule. As I wrote though, I'm also distracted by RL, so I'll see how it goes.

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Entry 1: Awoken

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Her first sensation was one of light. Searing and brilliant, it was nearly an assault after her struggle through Vault 111’s dimly lit passageways. Long moments passed, and then, perhaps jolted by realisation, as well as the view before her, Autumn gasped, reeling.

The Vault had been constructed on a small hill, and from her relative vantage point, she took in the wreckage of her home, and the small suburban neighbourhood in which she….no… they… had lived. The urge to scream and flail wildly almost overwhelmed her; somehow, maybe it was instinct, she repressed it.

Trying to steady her breathing, Autumn attempted some level of coherent thought. Time blurred, only the sun’s high position in that blazing, cerulean sky told her that no more than a few minutes had elapsed. Grappling with the stark certainty of her circumstances, and for want of a more obvious plan, Autumn slowly began to make her way down the hill, noting, despite herself, the dappled display of sunlight that glittered through the verdant canopy overhead. This, though, made her pause. The trees surrounding her towered high, their trunks gnarled and witness to countless seasons. Although she remained on the edge of hysterical panic, walking had calmed her somewhat, and it was impossible to ignore the onslaught of her thoughts.

“Those trees were hardly more than saplings..... how much time has passed?” she muttered. Her only answer was a strident caw somewhere deep within the leafy branches. “A crow?” she queried. Autumn shook her head, recalling the giant cockroaches that had impeded her progress through the vault. She, no doubt, needed to worry about whatever wildlife existed in this surreal new reality, but crows represented the least of her concerns. Another thing of note was that the path she followed, familiar, yet not, appeared oddly clear of debris, and an obvious attempt had been made to prune the bushes that sprawled alongside it. Autumn found herself unsure whether these observations provided comfort or unease.

A few steps further brought her to a small wooden bridge that traversed a glittering stream.
Miraculously, both were much as she remembered. Memories…. Autumn closed her eyes, flicking them open again as a surge of nausea threatened. Shaking, she lowered herself to the bridge, sitting down, her legs dangling just above the burbling water. Had she not seen her husband shot at point-blank range as he attempted to protect Shaun, their infant son, from kidnappers, mere hours before, and were it not for the grimy pastel-coloured rubble she could glimpse through the trees, it would have been almost idyllic.

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Aware that she could not rest for long, Autumn attempted to stand. She swayed, light-headed; a sudden growling made her tense, but at a second wave of nausea she realised that it was her stomach, and she remembered her last meal, a bowl of Sugar Bombs and the coffee that had been prepared by Codsworth, their ever buoyant Mr. Handy Robot. The day had seemed normal, even finally opening the door to that persistent Vault-Tec salesman and securing their spots in the nearby underground facility, did little to indicate the turn their lives were about to take. After that, her recollections became a tumble… cuddling Shaun, discussing their plans for the day, then, Codsworth urgently calling them to the TV. They arrived in time to hear the anchorman announcing that bombs, nuclear bombs, had dropped. Panic. Horror. Disbelief. Their rush to the vault. Fragmented images flashed through her head. Autumn lurched, and vomited the contents of her stomach. Sugar Bombs did not taste sweet the second time around.

All too mindful, after voiding her stomach, that her body was now bereft of anything that might be considered food, Autumn willed herself to push forward. Up close, the jumbled, torn rubble, the homes her neighbours had lived in, and strewn human skeletons told the harrowing story of those who had not been on Vault-Tec’s list.

For possibly the first time, Autumn’s sentiments towards Sanctuary, the suburban community in which they’d lived, were without conflict, though she did reflect that its developers had likely never intended for the name to be ironic.

Walking up the gently winding road toward her old home felt strange; Autumn remembered all those times she’d ardently wished the place could be transformed into something different; she also remembered the never-ending fights with Nate as she argued that her apartment in Cambridge was a preferable location. Now, stumbling over rubble, fallen trees and the bones of her neighbours, she experienced a bleak, deep stab of remorse. A wave of memory engulfed her, and the impossible brightness of the day faded into black as Autumn teetered to the broken ground.

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post Mar 12 2023, 05:39 AM
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Yes, I can imagine how confusing that must be, as Autumn finds herself in this strange new world. I haven't played FO4 yet, but I'm imagining it's similar to Fallout 3, except it sounds as though 111 is devoid of all life (except giant roaches, yicch).

Poor gal. I wonder if Nate also survived.

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post Mar 12 2023, 12:20 PM
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Welcome to the Fiction Forum! This is a promising (and heart-wrenching) start- with lyrical, relatable descriptions. You depict not only the environment, with its changes, but also the inner turmoil Autumn is experiencing.

Some good moments of "Show- don't tell"- e.g., the seeming "minor" pre-Vault conflicts with neighbors. And also, some foreshadowing... an attempted kidnapping? Hmmm.

Looking forward to more.


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post Mar 12 2023, 08:58 PM
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Let me add my welcome to the fan fiction forum!

I’ve not played any of the Fallout games but an interesting tale with a relatable protagonist is always enjoyable, regardless of the venue. You set the scene here nicely, giving us a good feel for the environment and the inner turmoil (emotional and physical) that Autumn is experiencing. You also unobtrusively weave in plenty enough background information to orient us to the story.



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post Mar 13 2023, 06:42 AM
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Congrats on starting the fic tale! Keep it coming.

I imagine Sugar Bombs taste worse when they come in a double-tap. sad.gif So far this is a nice - as in very personal and emotional - telling of the Lone Survivor's story. We are getting little bits and pieces of what has happened, even as she grapples with those happenings. It works really well, reminding us who have played the game (me!) that it really was just a few hours ago that the protagonist's entire world fell apart.

Renee: Nate is the protagonist's husband (if you play a woman). He's the husband Autumn remembered seeing shot dead just a few hours before while holding their infant son Shawn.


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post Mar 13 2023, 08:34 AM
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Thank you everyone, for the welcome and lovely words. smile.gif
I'm glad that there's enough information for those who haven't played the game. Truthfully, I find it kind of fun that several of you are in that camp; it's somewhat like watching a blind Lets Play in reverse! Equally, it's fun to know at least one person is aware of where things might be going.... wink.gif

I do have a question, though. As I mentioned in my preamble, while Autumn's Tale will follow the game's main events (for the most part), I do use mods, and I have taken my own creative liberties here and there. Currently, I suspect there's only one mod that may figure significantly, but the differing details that are mine will occur on occasion. In general, these will just be moments that the luxury of writing (as opposed to gameplay) provides, and they act to flesh things out a bit better. Would you like me to note when something is not vanilla content? Considering I try to use mods that (at least by my personal definition) feel as though they could be part of the original game, that would be slightly ironic, and I feel things would flow better for readers if I didn't point such things out. However, I fully understand if people prefer I flag anything like that, and I'd be happy to do so if requested, so please let me know.

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post Mar 13 2023, 09:49 AM
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I think you don't need to worry when something in your story is not vanilla content. That's the "Fiction" part of "Fan Fiction". smile.gif Personally, I sometimes highlight or explain such things in a footnote at the end of an episode if I want to draw attention to something in particular, but I don't do it as a rule.


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post Mar 13 2023, 11:02 AM
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QUOTE(Lena Wolf @ Mar 13 2023, 04:49 AM) *

I think you don't need to worry when something in your story is not vanilla content. That's the "Fiction" part of "Fan Fiction". smile.gif Personally, I sometimes highlight or explain such things in a footnote at the end of an episode if I want to draw attention to something in particular, but I don't do it as a rule.

Seconded. One of the great things about fiction (or fan fiction) is that you get to make the story your own. If you want to credit the mods you are using, the end (or start) of a chapter in which they figure won't break the immersion. As to places where you "deviate" from the main line- everyone experiences the world differently, and your narrative reflects that. Looking forward to more.


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post Mar 13 2023, 02:27 PM
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QUOTE(ArtemisNoir @ Mar 13 2023, 03:34 AM) *

Would you like me to note when something is not vanilla content?


As the others have said, sometimes, some writers will point things out after the story is done, an example from my own stories is sometimes I'll type a few notes underneath the story's text, in an area separated by dashes -------------- like that. Or while responding to comments sometimes I'll say "I added a couple NPCs into the G.E.C.K. to flesh this bar scene out, because normally we all know how empty Casey's Tavern is."

One thing I wouldn't do is directly add comments into the story itself. An example: "Tolssdir and I had a delightful breakfast! We then walked into the Goddess Store (added by Emma's Goddess Store) and then traipsed our way across the bridge, and into the tunnel (Bananasplit's Better Cities)."

But like we're saying, sometimes it does help to point things out. To those of us who have done Oblivion's Main Quest and know the plot well, and are expecting to read about Martin carrying the burden of defeating Mehrunes Dagon in the Temple District mostly by himself, some readers might want to know who "Zarlofft the Magnificent", the guy who's aiding Martin as a giant avatar, is. laugh.gif

Anyways, looking forward to more. cake.gif Oh, and have some cake.

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post Mar 13 2023, 04:34 PM
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An emotional feeling to a good start. goodjob.gif

When it comes to the use of mods in FO4 I will not know the difference. I only once played maybe half way through the game. You can identify them if you want or not, it is up to you. For myself in my Oblivion adventure, I do identify some mods because years from now when I reread the story I may like to know why things are the way they are.

Mods in my story can be identified either by adding the name in parentheses (do I do this too often?) or by working the mod into the story. For example Snus Dungeons: Entering Amelion Tomb we found the place so overgrown with snus infected moss and vine that finding the artifacts was extremely difficult.

Or sometimes when resorting to using the console cheats I’ll identify the action as remembering and old spell from past games e.g. Arena’s Passwall spell, “casting passwall I stepped through the wall and there hidden in the wall I found the…”

I like the second method better. Both methods work for me but neither are necessary. If someone should ask, where did you get that, I can always answer and explain.

Oh, one other thing. If it is a quest mod often the mod is identified in the title line e.g. 20180415 AED Adense Epic Dungeon

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post Mar 13 2023, 05:19 PM
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Awesome, I was hoping that would be the response. My plan is to weave extra content naturally into the story, and make a small note at the chapter's end if I think it seems merited. smile.gif

Oh, also, right now my plan is to post the next entry this upcoming Saturday, sticking to my weekly schedule. It is already written, and things seem to be going well, but I want to have completed more additions in advance before thinking about more frequent updates. wink.gif

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post Mar 15 2023, 12:23 AM
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When I sat down to write last night, I had one of those serendipitous experiences I'm sure everyone here is familiar with, where an entire “chapter” practically composed itself within about an hour. You know...that feeling where it's as though your hands are simply the channel for some other force that has taken hold. I love moments like that, and I REALLY wish they happened more often. Of course, perhaps related, Autumn has taken control, both in-game (I started a new profile just for this fic) and in the writing... I'm still trying to work out if that is a good, or a bad, thing. Probably the former, but it did require me to adjust my future plans slightly.

Anyway, the upshot is that I feel relatively confident that I have enough material currently to post this next entry earlier than I'd expected.

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Entry 2: Family Matters

Something sharp, yet cushioned, prodded into her spine, and the scent of roasting meat drifted towards her. As she returned to full consciousness, Autumn tentatively stretched, and her eyes fluttered open.

It was dark; she was laid upon a mouldering, dilapidated couch and covered by a threadbare blanket. Upon a nearby table, a single oil lamp cast its glow, making the ruined room appear almost cosy. Amidst the dim shadows, Autumn was able to discern hulking pieces of destroyed furniture, and..... gently hovering…. flames? Training her adjusting vision to their spirited flicker, she realised those same flames were responsible for the increasingly appetizing smell that wafted across the room.

“Miss Autumn! You’re awake!” The jaunty, though clearly concerned, voice was familiar, a good thing, considering it knew her name.

In a sudden flash, hit her. “Codsworth, you’re still here,” she croaked weakly.

The robot bobbed and floated to where she lay; his great relief at seeing her conscious beyond apparent. “Oh my, I’m sorry, you sound as though you’re completely parched! Here, I have just the ticket!” With a gallant flourish, Codsworth thrust a canister of purified water into her hands. “Drink that down, and I’ll finish cooking your dinner,” he chattered cheerily, returning to what seemed to be a makeshift grill.

Recalling her loss of consciousness, Autumn reasoned that Codsworth had likely found her on the road, and somehow transported her to the devastation of her former home. With gratitude, she peeled back the foil cap of the water, and resisted the impulse to down its contents in a few desperate gulps.

As she drank, Autumn also wondered how safe the water was, not to mention the meat, whatever it might be, that was sizzling away under Codsworth’s enthusiastic ministrations. However, she knew she had little choice; the alternative would be death by dehydration and starvation combined.

Although Autumn was unsure how determined she was to survive in this new world, and she had, in fact, considered using the 10 mm pistol she’d found to permanently escape into oblivion, neither dehydration nor slow starvation appealed as a means of exit. Further to that, she had to find her son.

Shaun had not been planned, and she’d never envisioned herself as a mother; upon discovering her pregnancy, Autumn’s feelings had vacillated between terror, ambivalence, and resentment. However, when he was born, something changed. Autumn knew, in that moment, that she’d always, unreservedly, protect him with every fibre of her being, no matter the route required.

Perhaps it was owing to extreme hunger and accumulated exhaustion, but the meal Codsworth had prepared was, in fact, very good. Autumn felt it better to refrain from inquiring about the meat’s origin, tasty though it was, but, to her surprise, it was accompanied by cobs of corn, vegetables that vaguely resembled roasted potatoes and some variety of sticky, purple fruit. Thankfully, Codsworth let her eat, before launching into the questions he so burned to ask.

With a sigh of gratitude, Autumn moved aside her plate and turned to the robot, whose anxiety was palpable.

“Miss Autumn,” he began, hesitating, “I am so glad you have made it out of there….alive…. but what of Sir and Young Shaun?” Her stomach churned, she had barely absorbed the reality herself, and felt unprepared to discuss it, but also she felt indebted to the solicitous robot. Perhaps he was just an AI in a floating steel shell (though startlingly human, nonetheless), but she was grateful for both his company and care. Maybe it was simply a part of his programming, but he’d always doted on Shaun, and he’d treated Nate with as much admiration and respect as he did her.

Slowly she began to speak. “Nate… he was shot… he died trying to protect Shaun from kidnappers.” Codsworth almost froze, shock, concern, and grief etched across his metallic features. Haltingly, Autumn described waking from her gelid condition to see Nate struggling with the scarred attacker; in her head, hearing, once again, Shaun’s wails as he was taken away.

It was evident the robot was struggling to compose himself; he had also remembered something. Sliding open a hidden compartment on his front, he reached in and extracted a holotape, “This is for you, Ma’am, I think Sir intended it as a surprise.”

Autumn stared mutely at the proffered tape, and swallowed. “Thank you, Codsworth,” she answered, her voice quiet, as she took the small, square object, shifting it from hand to hand. “I…. I can’t listen to this now,” she almost whispered, “Could you please hang onto it for me?”

At first, the robot appeared nonplussed, but then he bobbed as understanding surfaced. “Of course, Miss Autumn, just say the word when you’re ready.” Awkward silence descended. No doubt Codsworth remembered those final months just as well as she did.

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post Mar 15 2023, 02:33 AM
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Oh no, you don't want to turn that piece on yourself, Autumn. Hang in there. I'm curious about what happened to Shawn, though. sad.gif Doesn't sound good. Are you playing this game blind, Artemis? In other words is this your first time going through (what I assume is) FO4's main quest?

I know what you mean about writing too, sometimes those words jsut flow. It's rare I suffer from writer's block.

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post Mar 15 2023, 02:48 AM
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QUOTE(Renee @ Mar 14 2023, 06:33 PM) *

Oh no, you don't want to turn that piece on yourself, Autumn. Hang in there. I'm curious about what happened to Shawn, though. sad.gif Doesn't sound good. Are you playing this game blind, Artemis? In other words is this your first time going through (what I assume is) FO4's main quest?

I know what you mean about writing too, sometimes those words jsut flow. It's rare I suffer from writer's block.


I've actually played through the game several times, but I'm trying hard to describe scenes and events strictly from Autumn's POV. wink.gif And yep, the events described so far are essentially those of the main quest. I will, at various points, be writing about some of the side content. However, at the beginning, the game kind of pushes you to at least start with the main story. This also makes narrative sense for Autumn's story.



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post Mar 15 2023, 05:40 PM
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What a fine job bringing Autums's rescuer and dinner-maker to life! This Codsworth robot is quite a likeable fellow - and very resourceful it seems. I've no doubt his company is quite welcome as a familiar piece of her past.


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Been a while since I played FO4, nice to see the opening brought to life so vividly smile.gif

Good job mingling Codsworth's in-game dialogue with your own by the way, very smoothly brought to life, and added a little depth. Looking forwards to reading more!
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post Mar 16 2023, 12:13 AM
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What a joy it is when you are "in the flow" (as my wife the painter calls it). And good on you for taking hold of that with both hands and writing.

I love you way you evoke Autumn's emotions through the companionship and care-taking offered by Codsworth. The depth of her feeling and her doubts are most wonderfully drawn. Simply grand.


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post Mar 17 2023, 01:56 AM
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I always wondered why the Mr. Handys did not set every house on fire with those hover jets of theirs? Maybe everything is made of asbestos? (That would not surprise me, given the Fallout universe)

Codsworth really does shine in this episode. While Autumn is coming to grips with her new reality, he keeps calm and carries on with the necessities of life. Of all the companions in FO4, I think he is my favorite. He's just a nice guy to have around.


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post Mar 18 2023, 04:54 PM
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@Acadian,
Thanks! Codsworth is indeed a wonderful little chap, and Autumn would be very lost without him.

@Burnt Sienna,
You are kind, cheers! Although the dialogue-writing is going much more smoothly than I expected, I appreciate that, because I've found it challenging in the past.

@Treydog,
I love your wife's description of that state! It so absolutely feels like like being part of a flow, or that the flow is moving through you, carrying what you want to express, and delivering it to whatever medium you're working with.
Thanks so much!

@SubRosa,
Absolutely, just like all the candles and oil lanterns placed on wooden furniture. I've often ended up RPing that the nuclear fallout, ironically enough, had a fire retardant effect. It's a ridiculous idea, but in my head, I needed something that would make logical sense... Kind of like being able to explain away such things with magic in fantasy.
Yep, Codsworth is definitely one of my favourites as well. I did not realise when I began writing that he'd take on such a prominent role, and I'm glad he did.


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Entry 3: Best Laid Plans

Autumn, observing Codsworth’s agitation, realised he had further questions; she raised an eye in response, and hoped that he’d steer their conversation to less wrenching topics.

“Ma’am, you were frozen?” She nodded. “That would explain it, then, I suppose.”

Now, Autumn found herself curious, “Explain what, Codsworth?”

The robot dipped and swivelled, as if buying a few moments, before continuing. “Well, that you’re in such extraordinary repair, of course! It’s been 200 years, well closer to 210, actually, taking into account a few dings to the old chronometer.”

Autumn jolted, but, recalling the trees from earlier, she was, in fact, unsurprised. The confirmation, however, raised troubling uncertainties. Were her most recent memories part of a continuous thread, or were they disjointed fragments? Was Shaun even alive? Doubting that she’d find answers amongst Sanctuary’s ruins, the enormity of what lay ahead came crashing down.

As if reading her thoughts, Codsworth turned to her. “Miss Autumn, perhaps we should go to Concord, somebody there might be able to help us find Young Shaun.”

She had surprisingly fond memories of Concord. The small, nearby city, a popular tourist destination, had made her previous life somewhat tolerable. Instead of pastel, plastic, and aluminium many of its colonial era buildings had been constructed from brick and wood; nestled amongst those businesses that provided the standard amenities there had been booksellers, several coffee shops, and even a deliberately offbeat, incense-drenched little spot that sold vintage clothing and assorted esoterica.

The bookshops had been her favourite refuge, and the musty scent of aged paper, faint spice, and leather returned in a sudden rush. They had offered escape, both literal and metaphorical. Curling into a comfortable armchair, provided for the purpose, it was easy to lose herself in a much-loved volume, and there was little likelihood she might encounter any of her neighbours.

Concord’s cornerstone had been The Museum of Freedom, which celebrated the American Revolution and various subsequent military victories. She’d always found the displays interesting, and well put together, but it had not been one of her more frequent haunts. Even Nate, especially following his deployment to Anchorage, and eventual honourable discharge, was ill at ease there. The hollows beneath his eyes would become even darker, and his gaze, speaking volumes, would turn inward, reliving horrors he refused to recount. The harrowed screams of Nate’s nightmares, though, often betrayed him. It had been this, in the end, that drove Autumn to believe in the “healing power of parenthood.”

Attempting to halt her current train of thought, she shuddered at the naïveté that had, all too frequently, misguided her. The shadows in the room had further deepened, and although Autumn had just slept through much of the day, its events, and the conversation with Codsworth had exacted their toll. Concurring that an exploration of Concord was a good plan, she rolled onto her side and, after a time, sank into mercifully dreamless sleep.

Dawn promised a day just as clear as the previous, and setting off, rested, fed, and even cleansed, with Codsworth at her side Autumn felt, if not necessarily hopeful, at least somewhat prepared to confront whatever adversity Concord might hold. Codsworth had explained that the small city’s present inhabitants seemed to be of the rougher variety, which caused her apprehension, but, just as had been the case with every “decision” she’d made since stepping out of that vault, her options were limited. Nonetheless, she’d discovered that her new world actually had at least one working radio station, and that it was based in a place named “Diamond City.” Presumably, if their efforts in Concord ended up fruitless, trekking to this Diamond City would be a logical next step. Codsworth knew little of the city, but he was able to inform her that it was the largest settlement in “The Commonwealth.”

They could have just avoided Concord, she supposed, but it was nearby and on the way; further, Autumn’s experience as a lawyer had been that it was almost always worthwhile to investigate any potential lead, no matter how seemingly mundane. Beginning in Concord also made strategic sense. From what she’d gleaned listening to the awkward DJ who hosted Diamond City Radio, it was a dangerous world, which meant that combat was inevitable; Codsworth had also confirmed this to be the case.

Autumn knew how to handle an assortment of weaponry; she also knew how to dodge bullets and how to take down an enemy unawares. However, due to her pregnancy and various other circumstances, it had been some time since she’d engaged with such pursuits. This, combined with the effects of having been cryogenically frozen for over two hundred years, ensured that she was not in any shape to take on challenges in untravelled areas far from her only known “safe” location. Autumn concluded that Concord might provide both much needed reconnaissance and the opportunity to refresh her skills; moreover, if she was injured, at least Sanctuary would be nearby.

Soon after they’d crossed the rickety wooden bridge that essentially served as Sanctuary’s gateway, a familiar red sign took her by surprise. “Oh yes,” confirmed Codsworth, a gleam in his eye, “The Red Rocket is still standing, and even quite intact.” Autumn couldn’t help but feel intrigued, the old gas station might just be worth some exploration.

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post Mar 18 2023, 09:48 PM
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So Autumn is catching up on the time that she spent as a Sole Survivorsicle. I love how Codsworth describes her as being in such extraordinary repair, given the two centuries she was frozen.

It also brings up one of the things I instantly thought my first time playing this game. Given the time span involved, there is a very good chance that baby Shaun has grown up and died of old age by now. It is also why I was not surprised by one of the game's later "shocking" reveals concerning him.

So off to Concord it is is. But with a minor pause at Red Rocket. I imagine the gas station will provide some interesting developments.


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