u/Sartan_086

It's been a minute since I played them, and I remember the bulk of their paths, but Imma need some help identifying which path all these cards represent. And I recognize they're mostly recognizing subpaths than actual paths, like Patroclus forgiving the sisters or not. But I need someone with greater knowledge than I to help me identify them, for I am lazy.

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Why is Fallout Brotherhood of Steel considered non-canon while Fallout Tactics is considered soft canon? It’s not something I’ve ever looked into and was wondering if Bethesda made some kind of statement, there’s something Fallout 3 and beyond that rejects Texas, or something else entirely.

I love that this mod stuck with the original aesthetic of Wanamingo's rather than the Bethesda rendition. I'm not even a Bethesda hater or anything, but I absolutely love how Wanamingo's look like in Fallout 2 and hate the Fallout 76 redesign.

Also can't sing the praises of Nuclear Forest and all the other OWB Artist's enough

Seriously, fuck this design

Picked up Fallout 3 again for the first time in a while resuming an old save file where I was about 3/4 through the main story and yet to do dlc and some other side quests. Just now realizing I lost dog meat, I checked the scrapyard so I know I recruited him at some point, I got the puppies perk in case he died but he’s not at Vault 101, I’ve gone to all the dlc areas, so if he were still following me he would’ve been dismissed. Any ideas where he could be?

I’m also on Xbox so console commands are not an option.

I miss you,
It’s not that I look at an old picture,
And suddenly feel Nostalgic,
It’s different.

It’s sitting in a room with friends,
Everyone laughing,
Myself included,
And yet you’re still on my mind.

I miss you,
It’s not that someone mentions your name,
And I wonder how you’re doing,
It’s different.

It’s that nobody mentions you,
Not anymore.
And yet I still tell stories about you,
About us.

I miss you,
Even though it’s been a while,
I still think of long drives,
And late nights together.

I miss you,
Not just you,
But us,
I miss how happy we were together.

I miss you,
It’s not that I look at an old picture,
And suddenly feel Nostalgic,
It’s different.

It’s sitting in a room with friends,
Everyone laughing,
Myself included,
And yet you’re still on my mind.

I miss you,
It’s not that someone mentions your name,
And I wonder how you’re doing,
It’s different.

It’s that nobody mentions you,
Not anymore.
And yet I still tell stories about you,
About us.

I miss you,
Even though it’s been a while,
I still think of long drives,
And late nights together.

I miss you,
Not just you,
But us,
I miss our time together.

I’ve been a Halo fan for almost as long as I can remember and for the last 2 years I’ve been playing DnD and CoC with a group of friends. I was wondering what system any of you would recommend for a Halo themed campaign. I was kind of considering using CoC, because if I were to run a Halo campaign or at least module, the players wouldn’t be Spartans but rather marines or ODST’s. This whole though was sparked by thinking about the Halo: The Mona Lisa film

One of Those Nights

Can’t sleep,
Because my mind’s in an abhorrent place,
Constantly tracing over memories,
But then I remember she’s gone without a trace.

I climb from bed,
Throw on a shirt, 
Grab my keys,
And I’m out onto the dirt.

I climb in my car,
Turn my keys,
And I begin to drive,
But all I want to do is fall to my knees.

I drive down some road,
And I see her face,
Not really,
It’s just the place.

I glance at my passenger seat,
And it’s like she’s sitting there again,
But that illusion lasts but a moment,
So I say another prayer, amen.

Like muscle memory I’m driving toward your house,
But I drive past your street,
I don’t even slow down,
And I hang my head in defeat.

I slam my fists against the wheel,
In a fit of anger,
A fit of regret,
My mind a clangor.

I find a place to turn around,
I’m tempted to continue to roam,
But I check the clock, 4:00 AM,
It’s time to head home.

I walk back in the house,
Quietly creeping back to my room,
Thinking maybe I’ll find rest and comfort,
But it just feels like a tomb.

I’m left thinking of those nights,
Where you in my arms was a given,
Instead I lay alone,
Hoping one day to be forgiven.

I picture that imaginary apartment,
The one we planned out that night,
Oh well,
I guess my thoughts will just be consumed by this blight.

I still can’t sleep,
No matter how hard I try,
No matter how long I lay there with my eyes closed,
I find myself wondering if it’d be easier to just die.

But I realize that’s not true,
Sometimes I just don’t want to exist,
I can’t really explain why,
To do so I’d need to be a sophist.

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One of Those Nights

Can’t sleep,
Because my mind’s in an abhorrent place,
Constantly tracing over memories,
But then I remember she’s gone without a trace.

I climb from bed,
Throw on a shirt, 
Grab my keys,
And I’m out onto the dirt.

I climb in my car,
Turn my keys,
And I begin to drive,
But all I want to do is fall to my knees.

I drive down some road,
And I see her face,
Not really,
It’s just the place.

I glance at my passenger seat,
And it’s like she’s sitting there again,
But that illusion lasts but a moment,
So I say another prayer, amen.

Like muscle memory I’m driving toward your house,
But I drive past your street,
I don’t even slow down,
And I hang my head in defeat.

I slam my fists against the wheel,
In a fit of anger,
A fit of regret,
My mind a clangor.

I find a place to turn around,
I’m tempted to continue to roam,
But I check the clock, 4:00 AM,
It’s time to head home.

I walk back in the house,
Quietly creeping back to my room,
Thinking maybe I’ll find rest and comfort,
But it just feels like a tomb.

I’m left thinking of those nights,
Where you in my arms was a given,
Instead I lay alone,
Hoping one day to be forgiven.

I picture that imaginary apartment,
The one we planned out that night,
Oh well,
I guess my thoughts will just be consumed by this blight.

I still can’t sleep,
No matter how hard I try,
No matter how long I lay there with my eyes closed,
I find myself wondering if it’d be easier to just die.

But I realize that’s not true,
Sometimes I just don’t want to exist,
I can’t really explain why,
To do so I’d need to be a sophist.