I was unceremoniously dragged away from Fallout 4 over the weekend to do boring socialising things. I ended up in a conversation about how Fallout grips its players and ended up writting the following to post to Facebook...
"I had a note that I needed to re-visit a trailer park to gain access to a caravan that had a particularly complex lock on it. Having just learned the ability to be able to tackle such locks I fast-travel over. As I get there, I notice a small shelter up on the hill overlooking the park - probably a simple dwelling for the park owner or some such thing - though, on my compass, it's marked with an icon I've not seen before. Let's just pop up there before I get to that caravan. A bit of good loot and an interesting... Oh, there's a small community just next to... Oooh, a military fort! Looks like a training camp. Barracks, so much loot. Classrooms, some perk magazines. A couple of isolated dioramas of the last moments of a soldier or two - one a particularly sad tale that I'm left to interpret myself. A bundle of skeletons together on one side of a room surrounded by bottles of booze, and then another lone collection of bones in the opposite corner, in the fetal position and clutching on to a teddy bear - the final seconds of civilisation as atomic war broke out around them. Frozen in time. I skirt around the main base in the middle of the area - James is pestering me to go out, I've not got time to explore something of that size right now - but there's a small building on the other side that I want to peek in to. A blood bank! Blood bags are the main ingredients for Stimpaks. Stimpaks good - Stimpaks heal. Having gathered up a couple of dozen bags (not to mention finally finding a syringe bow in the basemant!), and having fought off a dozen or so mutated insects, I walk out happy. Fast travelling back to my main settlement, a base I've built up in the remains of a drive-in movie theatre, I mix up my heal-good-make-feel-nices and am ready to re-hit the Boston Wasteland. Where was I? Ah yes. The Fort! Or was it a trailer park? Actually, first, I found a library book back in the barracks. Just yesterday I stumbled upon the main Boston library and they had a system in place where - pre war, obviously - they were encouraging kids to round up stray library books. An automated system cares not for 200 years of nuclear apocalypse, tokens are still being dispensed and prizes are still claimable! But, heck. The super-mutants outside have re-spawned, I just need to pop back to my base to grab my power armour, freshly upgraded with extra energy weapon protection and a kick-ass paint job. As I'm climbing in a settler runs up to me to let me know that they're being bothered by some raiders who are camped out at the remnants of a nearby ex-Supermarket. I clamber back out of the power armour - no point wasting its power supplies on mere raiders - and travel with haste to their den of depravity. Heck! Since when were mere raiders given access to *my* toys? Get out of my power armour! Give me back that missile launche...