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Anyone else ever think about the potential random encounters between the companions? I don’t know about everyone else but I like to keep them centralized on one settlement for convenience. Just imagine how much beef there would be with all of them essentially living in such close proximity.
I haven't done boston butcher nora in a while but imagine the companions plus maxson and others finding nora in a secluded place at first talking to no one and they hear a darker more menacing version of nora's voice reply back but as time passes they see a ghostly double of nora pop up and insult people
I’m pretty sure most of them will think they lost their mind..that is until they accompany sole down to Dunwich Borer’s
Random headcanon for the day- Curie doesn’t really know how to manage her newfound human dilemmas. For instance, when she gets tired she knows all the signs but doesn’t ever think to apply them to herself. She must finish whatever she was doing prior to desperately needing sleep.
This evening’s daily thought- what if the Minutemen had outstandingly high charisma? Imagine how things would play out even in confrontations like with the mirelurks.
Sole survivor, during Rockets’ Red Glare: “I won’t hurt a single soldier aboard the Prydwen..” *grabs Danse by the back of his power armor like a mother cat grabbing its kitten* “There! The single soldier I won’t hurt!”
So i find a fatman just a vanilla fatman no legendarys nothing special with it but i somehow have the never-ending perk on it in a weird way i shoot it nuke goes flying but a nuke comes back into the launcher allowing me to fire again without reloading
Headcanon proposal- Macready falls asleep in the weirdest places and positions. He could be even up in a guard tower, halfway hanging off the side and he’s napping.