The end times are super-stressful, so I like to take a break and do some interior decorating between every quest. I was just walking alongside these railroad tracks and this zombie that I thought was dead wasn't dead... or you know... all zombies are dead but some more than others, and this one was only 50% dead. It really startled me and I hit the wrong button and looked through my scope instead of going into V.A.T.S. and then it was biting me and my screen was flashing red. I killed it, but then I just wanted to go home. Sometimes you're just not in the mood to fight for your own survival.
While I was at home though, I fancied up my pool table and renovated my 1950's prefab kitchen into a chem lab. I figure property devaluation just isn't a concern in the apocalypse, so you know... blast out that wall and combine two small bedrooms to make an armory. That covered patio would look better with a machine gun turret atop it, right?
|This is as close as I will ever be to being a 1950's housewife. I can't pan the camera far enough back to know whether or not I'm wearing high heels for certain, but I *feel* like I am and that's what matters.|
|Yeah, that's right... I put tatos and sweet rolls on the plates. It only took me 34 tries to get that yellow plate to not fall through the table or slide at a 23 degree angle through the cereal box. I persevered though, cause I am a *fighter*.|