And, as with many misguided leadership bids, mine started with the promise of a wall. Questions like: ‘what if I could electrify my base and then decorate it with Christmas tree lights?’Īs powerful as my ties were to Shawn and Norma, the potential for decorative illumination and an unopposed mayoral appointment understandably took precedence over any curiosity I had regarding their fates. And was absolutely kind of mourning Nora, the recently murdered spouse I had spent five minutes of wedded bliss with during the game’s preamble. Sure, the awkward, towering conglomerate of wood and corrugated metal I constructed was nowhere near as cosy as the House of Tomorrow which once stood on the same location – the building that served as my pre-apocalypse domicile – but it was the closest thing I had to a home.ĭon’t get me wrong: I was relatively concerned about the wellbeing of my kidnapped son, Shaun. After all, how could I when there was still so much work to be done rebuilding Sanctuary Hills? And be aware that it wasn’t my fault that I didn’t. Know also that I really tried to finish Fallout 4 (sort of). Before you get all uppity about that, and gather to organise my lynching, know that I did finish Fallout 3. Look, I’ll admit it: I never finished Fallout 4.