The Ciaris Workshop

Waiting 10 minutes…

Listening to the cassette drive…

Hoping everything would work.

And if it didn’t, somewhere in the world a saint was probably being sacrificed. 😅

The Commodore 64 wasn’t just a computer.

For many of us, it was the beginning of a lifelong passion for gaming.

Today, I carry that memory with me in a different way.

Handcrafted leather luggage tag, inspired by one of the machines that started it all.

From playing to traveling.

From childhood memories to handmade leather.

Proudly gamer from the 80’s.

Memory unlocked: 1996

I still remember that summer afternoon.

The room dimly lit, the green glow of the CRT monitor humming in front of me.

My old PC chugged along, barely able to run Duke Nukem 3D.

But when it did, it was magic.

Duke wasn’t just a game character.

He was cool, cocky, unstoppable.

And that one-liner stuck with me forever:

“Come get some.”

Fast forward to today.

I wanted something that would bring that memory with me wherever I go.

📕 A deep red leather passport holder, with yellow stitching, Duke’s iconic face laser-engraved in the center, and that line right beneath it.

It’s not just a passport holder, it’s a time capsule.

A piece of ’96 in my pocket.

🛫 I take it with me when I travel. Not just for function, but for the nostalgia.

Because let’s be honest…

Duke wouldn’t fly coach.

👉 You can create your own in our Etsy shop.

Choose the leather, the details, and let the memories travel with you.

I chose the NCR… but it still hurts.

🎰 “From the top of Lucky 38… to the edge of the Mojave Wasteland.”

Everyone who played Fallout: New Vegas remembers their final choice.

Mine was the New California Republic.

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🦅 I believed in the NCR.

Not because it was pure. Not because it was clean.

It’s a bloated bureaucracy, full of corruption and red tape.

But… with it came a promise: order.

Some kind of system. Some form of justice. Even if flawed.

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👔 But I admit — killing Mr. House felt wrong.

He was a relic of the old world, yes.

But also its last real visionary.

He saved Las Vegas from the bombs.

He kept it independent, functional, alive, while the rest of the world crumbled.

There’s something admirable in that.

The man outlived a nation.

And all he wanted was to build something that would last.

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So I chose order…

But I still think about that moment.

Standing in that sterile penthouse, watching a legacy unplug itself.

This keychain is a tribute to that feeling.

To the Lucky 38.

To impossible choices in impossible worlds.

Who did you side with in your Fallout: New Vegas ending?

🗝️ Handmade in platinum finish. Platinum leather. Engraved with one of the most iconic symbols from Fallout: New Vegas.

This Lucky 38 keychain isn’t just an accessory, it’s a tribute to the Mojave Wasteland.

For true survivors only.

Available now.

Day 10

Recovered my companions and headed to the Cathedral.

The fight started as soon as I tried to steal the key to the upper floor.

Sadly, Katja didn’t make it. Rest in peace.

We climbed the stairs and were met by Super Mutants. I launched a rocket at the first one, blowing him to pieces… but Tycho was too close and went down with him. Guilt-ridden, I made it to the top floor.

I spoke to the priest, asked to see his boss…and boom, I’m in front of some freaky flesh-fused computer, sounding like a mix between Alexa and a broken GPS.

I remembered you could convince him to self-destruct… but to my horror, I forgot to bring the holodisk from the military base proving the Super Mutants were sterile.

No peaceful solution this time.

The fight? Brutal. Even worse than the Lieutenant.

I’ll admit it… I only made it thanks to a bug.

If you save and reload, some of the mutants just vanish.

So I hid, shot, repeated, and won.

Destroyed the computer, everything started to collapse.

Good thing I had a Stealth Boy, escaped just in time, then boom.

Want to know how it ends when you return to the Vault?

No spoilers here.

I’ll just say this: the journey is 100% worth it.

Even after all these years, Fallout holds up beautifully.

A game that still knows how to hook you, move you, make you laugh (and rage).

You don’t need flashy 4K graphics to enjoy it, just a strong story, tough choices, and a world worth exploring.

Highly recommended even for younger gamers,

curious to try something from a time when

substance mattered more than visuals.

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Diario del Sopravvissuto – Giorno 10: Il gran finale (bug incluso)

Recuperati i compagni, ci dirigiamo alla Cattedrale.

Neanche il tempo di ambientarsi che parte il casino:

provo a rubare la chiave della porta per salire…

e inizia subito lo scontro.

Purtroppo, Katja ci lascia le penne durante il combattimento.

Rest in peace, sorella d’armi.

Saliamo le scale e ci troviamo i Super Mutanti.

Ne vedo uno, lo prendo con una razzata a distanza ravvicinata:

esplode in mille pezzi.

Peccato che Tycho era troppo vicino all’esplosione…

e ci rimane secco pure lui.

Senso di colpa a mille, ma si tira dritto.

Arrivo all’ultimo piano, trovo il prete e gli chiedo di portarmi dal capo.

Lui accetta.

E mi ritrovo al cospetto di… quella cosa.

Un computer orribile con innesti umani,

voce a metà tra Alexa e il vecchio navigatore TomTom.

Il Master.

Mi ricordavo che si poteva fargli autodistruggere tutto solo parlando,

bastava fargli capire che i Super Mutanti sono sterili.

Ma… orrore!

Mi sono dimenticato l’holodisc alla base militare!

Niente diplomazia, si combatte.

E se il Tenente era tosto…

questo scontro è oltre l’umano.

Lo ammetto, ho vinto solo grazie a un bug:

se salvi e ricarichi, i super mutanti “spannati” spariscono.

A quel punto, hide and shoot, e il gioco è fatto.

Distrutto il Master, tutto inizia a collassare.

Per fortuna avevo lo Stealth Boy,

esco di soppiatto…

BOOM.

La Cattedrale salta in aria.

Missione compiuta.

Fine del viaggio.

Volete sapere come finisce una volta tornati al Vault?

Non voglio fare spoiler…

Dico solo che il viaggio vale davvero la pena.

Anche dopo tutti questi anni, Fallout resta un capolavoro.

Un gioco che sa ancora coinvolgere, emozionare, far ridere (e imprecare).

E no, non serve la grafica ultra-mega-4K per divertirsi.

Basta una buona storia, scelte difficili e un mondo da scoprire.

Consigliato anche ai più giovani,

che vogliono provare qualcosa dei tempi in cui

la sostanza contava più dell’apparenza.

Survivor’s Journal – Day 8: No Rest, Just More… You-Know-Whats

Back at the Vault, everyone’s cheering and celebrating, they won’t die of thirst.

I was already picturing myself chilling in an armchair, enjoying the comforts of Vault life with an ice-cold Nuka Cola…

But nope.

The old man has other plans for me.

Apparently, I need to investigate the Super Mutants.

Well, ain’t that a kick in the irradiated teeth.

So, I’m off again, this time to the Brotherhood of Steel,

aka a bunch of post-apocalyptic Jehovah’s Witnesses with power armor and zero chill.

At the entrance to their bunker, this walking tank of a guard tells me,

“If you wanna get in, you gotta prove your worth.”

(And I’m already sensing a radioactive trap.)

They want me to go to a place called The Glow

and bring back a holotape.

(Here comes the screwjob.)

On the way there, I stumble upon the TARDIS from Doctor Who,

so hey, nerd moment unlocked.

Anyway, The Glow is basically:

• A giant radioactive hole,

• Full of annoying robots,

• Tons of radiation,

• And traps around every corner.

If you don’t bring enough Rad-X, you’ll die glowing.

Somehow, I grab the holotape,

poke around the central computer for some juicy secrets,

and make it back alive.

They let me in.

I talk to their leader,

he asks me to find a military base up north.

I say, “Sure, buddy… but not for free.”

He doesn’t take it well.

Throws me out.

Well damn.

Didn’t mean to enlist in this cult of armored fanatics,

but now I’m still walking around with no power armor…

and I’m not sure if I’ll survive the rest of the game like this.

Time to put my faith in Saint Rad-X and carry on.

Survivor’s Journal – Day 9: Fire, Rockets, and Reloads

I’m wandering through the northern Wasteland,

sniffing around for that military base.

The moment I find it, boom,

we’re already in “Maremma-bestemmia” territory.

Super Mutants at the gates.

I deal with them, just to be greeted inside by three juggernauts

armed with rocket launchers and miniguns.

I survive by a miracle.

At that point, I make the call:

I send my companions home.

They’re great, but this fight?

No need for them to die here.

I press on, rocket launcher in hand,

praying every shot hits,

burning through half my Stimpack supply.

Eventually, I reach the final elevator,

right after blowing to bits

a Super Mutant and his human girlfriend—

Fallout’s version of a power couple, I guess?

Final level: the Lieutenant.

I remembered this boss fight being tough,

but without power armor?

Absolute nightmare.

I don’t even wanna count how many times

I reloaded my save…

Then, pure luck.

A critical hit with the rocket launcher,

drops him to his knees.

Followed up by a plasma rifle headshot, another crit.

Boom. Done.

I take a second to soak in his glorious death animation,

only to realize:

The Cathedral guys in L.A. are behind it all.

And just as that clicks,the entire base starts self-destructing.

No rest for the Wasteland wanderer.

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Diario di un sopravvissuto – Giorno 8: Niente relax, solo incul… ehm, missioni!

Torno al Vault, tutti contenti e festanti: non moriranno di sete, evviva.

Io già mi vedevo spaparanzato in poltrona, negli agi del Vault, con una bella Nuka Cola fresca in mano…

Ma no.

Il vecchio ha altri piani per me.

Dice che devo indagare sui Super Mutanti.

Maremma impestata e ladra.

E allora si riparte. Destinazione: Confraternita d’Acciaio.

Un gruppo che pare una specie di testimoni di Geova post-apocalittici, solo con più armature atomiche e meno volantini.

Appena arrivo al bunker, la sentinella in power armor mi fa:

“Se vuoi entrare devi dimostrare di essere degno.”

(E io già sento puzza di inculata atomica).

Devo raggiungere un posto chiamato The Glow e recuperare un holonastro.

(Ed ecco servita l’inculata.)

Durante il viaggio, trovo pure il TARDIS del Dottor Who.

Un attimo di gioia nerd prima del disastro.

Il Glow è… come dire…

Un buco radioattivo che un tempo era un Vault, ora infestato da:

• Robot rompicoglioni,

• Radiazioni a pioggia,

• E trappole ovunque.

Senza abbastanza Rad-X, lì ci rimani secco e brillando.

Comunque recupero quello che mi serve,

mi faccio un giretto tra i dati del computer centrale (perché non si sa mai),

e torno indietro.

Mi fanno entrare.

Parlo col capo.

Mi dice che devo trovare una base militare a nord.

Io, da bravo toscanaccio, gli faccio:

“Sì, Ciccio… ma non lo faccio gratis, eh.”

Lui ci rimane male, la prende sul personale…

E mi butta fuori.

Boia, non volevo davvero arruolarmi con questi invasati in scatole di latta,

ma ora sono senza armatura atomica… e non so se riuscirò a finire il gioco così.

Mando un pensiero a San Rad-X e vado avanti.

Diario del Sopravvissuto – Giorno 9: Razzi, bestemmie e salvataggi ricaricati

Razzo a giro per il nord della mappa, cercando quella benedetta base militare.

Appena arrivato, si comincia a bestemmiare forte.

Super Mutanti fuori: eliminati.

Ma dentro si fa sul serio: tre bestioni all’ingresso,

armati con lanciarazzi e minigun.

Vivo per miracolo.

A quel punto capisco che non posso sacrificare i compagni:

li congedo, è inutile farli crepare qui.

Mi addentro da solo, lanciarazzi in spalla,

sperando di non sbagliare nemmeno un colpo.

Mi gioco mezza scorta di Stimpak solo per arrivare in fondo.

Superato un super mutante con amante umana (che faccio saltare in mille pezzi),

arrivo finalmente all’ascensore finale.

Ultimo livello: il Tenente.

Mi ricordavo che fosse tosto…

Ma senza armatura atomica è impossibile!

Non so nemmeno quante volte ho ricaricato il salvataggio.

Poi… la botta di culo:

critico con un razzo, lo metto KO,

lo finisco con un altro critico in chiorba col fucile al plasma.

Goduria totale.

Mi godo la sua morte spettacolare,

scopro che dietro a tutto ci sono i tizi della Cattedrale a Los Angeles…

E in quel momento…

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Diario di un sopravvissuto – Giorno 6: California, sognando le cioccie…

Allora… so che il chip dell’acqua potrebbe essere nella città dei ghoul, e quindi che faccio?

Ovviamente vado da tutta un’altra parte. 😅

Dai, mancano ancora parecchi giorni prima che al Vault rimanga solo l’acqua del cesso, posso permettermi di vivere il sogno californiano per un po’.

Los Angeles, arrivo!

Se vi aspettate spiagge immense, belle ragazze al sole e bagnine prosperose che corrono con le cioccie che ballonzano,

rimanete male.

Qui ci sono solo edifici malandati, gang in lotta e religiosi invasati che predicano il verbo.

Ma noi siamo qui per un altro motivo:

Mi ricordo che da queste parti ci sono dei rivenditori di armi belli tosti, e

ci farebbero davvero comodo.

Alla fine non è stato un viaggio a vuoto.

Mi ero dimenticato che nel ritorno da LA non puoi scansare i Deathclaw, e ovviamente non ero preparato abbastanza per batterli.

Vabbè, la faccio breve:

• Aiutato una gang,

• ottenuto ottimo loot,

• reclutato nuova gente.

Poi finalmente ho preso la strada per Necropolis.

Lì ho:

• Trovato il chip,

• riparato la pompa dell’acqua per non far crepare di sete i ghoul,

• e incontrato i Super Mutanti… gente simpatica come un calcio nei denti.

Lungo la strada ho anche raccattato un ottimo fucile al plasma.

Pesante come la fame, ma mamma mia che soddisfazione.

È ora di tornare a casa.

Survivor’s Journal – Day 6: California Dreamin’ (Minus the Beach Babes)

So yeah… I know the water chip might be in Necropolis, the city of ghouls.

So what do I do?

Obviously, I head somewhere completely different. 😅

Come on, there are still plenty of days left before the Vault’s stuck drinking toilet water. I can afford to chase the Californian dream for a bit.

Los Angeles, here I come!

If you’re expecting endless beaches, gorgeous sunbathing women, and busty lifeguards running in slow-mo,

you’re gonna be sorely disappointed.

All you’ll find here are crumbling buildings, warring gangs, and zealot cultists yelling about salvation.

But that’s not why I’m here.

I remember that some top-tier weapon dealers operate out of this area.

And we could really use an upgrade…

In the end, it wasn’t a wasted trip.

I forgot that on the way back from L.A., you can’t avoid the Deathclaws,

and of course, I wasn’t nearly prepared enough to fight them.

Anyway, let’s keep it short:

• Helped a gang,

• got some great loot,

• recruited some new allies.

Then I finally headed to Necropolis.

There, I:

• Found the chip,

• fixed their water pump to keep the ghouls from dying of thirst,

• and met the Super Mutants—as friendly as a punch in the teeth.

Picked up a killer plasma rifle along the way,

heavy as hell, but oh boy, it hits hard.

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Diario di un sopravvissuto – Giorno 5: L’Hub, l’Amazon del post-apocalisse

Che dire dell’Hub? È tipo un centro logistico gigante, una specie di Amazon post-apocalittico. Puoi persino trovare un lavoro come corriere, se ti va.

Sarebbe bello provare tutte le possibilità, ma non ho tempo da perdere. (Ho due figli e posso giocare solo quando dormano… se non mi addormento prima io 😬😓)

Vado dritto al general store e vedo che vendono un sensore di movimento al prezzo di un iPhone Pro Max in tappi. Sudo un po’ per racimolare il necessario, ma alla fine lo compro.

E ovviamente me ne pento subito.

È pesante, occupa spazio e fondamentalmente non serve a una mazza. Maremma ladra.

L’Hub è un posto pericoloso. C’è un tizio che sembra un appestato, ma è peggio di un venditore della Folletto. Se lo mandi a quel paese, scoppia una rissa e ti trovi tutta la città contro. 😱

Dribblo l’insistente porta a porta della peste e vado dall’lampredottaio, che vende panini con iguana. (Anche se noi sappiamo bene che non usa solo iguane! 👀)

Gli faccio presente che conosco il suo segreto e cerco di estorcergli dei tappi.

Chiedo troppo. Si scazza e mi manda al diavolo. Vabbè, pace.

Ultima tappa: i mercanti d’acqua. Mi chiedono un botto di soldi per portare un po’ d’acqua al Vault, cifra che non ho.

Ma almeno scopro un indizio su dove trovare il chip dell’acqua.

Si riparte!

Survivor’s Journal – Day 5: The Hub, the Amazon of the Wasteland

What can I say about The Hub? It’s basically a massive trade center, like Amazon, but post-apocalyptic. You can even get a job as a courier if you want.

Would be cool to try all the different options, but I don’t have time to waste. (I’ve got two kids and can only play when they’re asleep… if I don’t pass out first 😬😓).

I head straight to the general store and see they’re selling a motion sensor for the price of an iPhone Pro Max in caps. I sweat a little to afford it, but in the end, I buy it.

And, of course, I instantly regret it.

It’s heavy, takes up an inventory slot, and is basically useless. Damn it.

The Hub is a dangerous place. There’s this guy who looks like a plague victim, but he’s worse than a door-to-door vacuum salesman. If you tell him to get lost, he flips out and suddenly the whole town is against you. 😱

I dodge the walking plague salesman and head over to the skewer guy, who sells iguana-on-a-stick. (Though we know he’s using more than just iguanas! 👀)

I let him know I’m onto his secret and try to extort some caps from him.

I push too hard. He gets pissed and tells me to screw off. Oh well.

Last stop: the Water Merchants. They want a ridiculous amount of money to bring water to my Vault, money I don’t have.

But at least I get a lead on where the water chip might be.

Time to move out!

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Diario di un sopravvissuto – Giorno 4: Junktown e oltre

Appena metto piede fuori, mi imbatto in un tizio che non riesce a entrare in casa. Motivo? Un cane parecchio incazzato gli sta piantato davanti alla porta.

Vi ricordate gli spiedini? Ne tiro uno al cane, che si calma all’istante. Adesso ho un nuovo amico per la pelle.

Faccio un giro in città. C’è un bar, ma apre solo la sera. Non ho voglia di aspettare. Passo all’hotel e noto una signorina sola in una stanza. Magari posso comprare un po’ della sua compagnia… 😏

Niente, picche anche con questa. Mi dice che non ho abbastanza tappi per averla. Accidenti a sta mai*la! 😤

Nel retro dell’albergo, vedo una gang. Per ora, meglio lasciarli stare. C’è anche un medico, e nel suo studio noto un tombino.

La mia curiosità ha la meglio. Entro.

Lì dentro trovo un nano. Io che non mi faccio i cazzi miei, gli parlo. Lui, che non si fa problemi, mi spiffera i segreti del dottore: a quanto pare, il buon dottore traffica pezzi di cadavere, che rivende a un chiosco nell’Hub.

Avrei ancora cose da fare a Junktown, ma preferisco partire per l’Hub.

Survivor’s Journal – Day 4: Junktown & Beyond

As soon as I step outside, I run into some guy who can’t get into his house. Why? A really pissed off dog is blocking his door.

Remember those skewers? I toss one to the dog, and just like that, he chills out. Now I’ve got a new best friend.

I take a stroll around town. There’s a bar, but it only opens in the evening. Not gonna wait around.

I head to the hotel and spot a lady alone in her room. Maybe I can buy a little of her time… 😏

Nope. Rejected. She tells me I don’t have nearly enough caps for her. Damn this wasteland! 😤

Behind the hotel, I see a gang. Not looking for trouble, not yet. There’s also a doctor’s office, and inside, I notice a manhole.

Curiosity wins. I climb down.

There, I find a short guy. Since I can’t mind my own damn business, I chat him up. And he? He’s got zero filter, straight up tells me the doc’s dirty little secret.

Turns out, our friendly neighborhood doctor has a side hustle: selling body parts to a stall in the Hub.

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Diario di un sopravvissuto – Giorno 3: Junktown

Arrivo in città dopo essere stato assalito da talpe giganti lungo il tragitto. Una scocciatura, ma niente di che.

Vado allo store, pieno come un ovo di loot rubato ai briganti. Scambio tutto per tappi e munizioni. Il tizio mi affida pure una missione: registrare quello che lo voleva morto, che si trova al casinò. Tanto non ciò una mazza da fare, quindi accetto.

Entro nel casinò e mi scordo di abbassare l’arma. La guardia mi squadra e mi fa: “Oh Ciccio, leva l’arma o ti faccio i culo”. Sono distratto dal culo dell’avvenente croupier, lo ignoro per un secondo… e lui, senza tanti discorsi, inizia a impallinarmi.

Scoppia il caos generale, ma ho la meglio sulle guardie. Mi faccio strada fino alla stanza del capo, dove mi aspetta un grassone seduto alla scrivania. Sembra innocuo, ma ecco che spunta la sua guardia personale: un nerone buttafuori enorme che inizia a prendermi a pedate stile Chuck Norris.

Ma insomma, pedate contro doppietta a canne mozze… non vi dico come va a finire.

Il ciccione manco si alza, ma ha una mira incredibile. Dopo un bel po’ di colpi, gli apro un buco in pancia. Quest fallita, ma almeno faccio bottino qua e là, inclusi degli spiedini.

Ne mangio uno, che tutto ‘sto movimento mi ha messo fame. L’altro lo tengo. Mi servirà più tardi…

Survivor’s Journal – Day 3: Junktown

I arrive in town after getting jumped by giant mole rats along the way. Annoying, but nothing I couldn’t handle.

I head to the store, loaded like a damn pack mule with loot from the raiders. Trade it all for caps and ammo. The shopkeeper even gives me a job—he wants me to catch the guy who tried to have him killed, hanging out at the casino. I take it, not like I’ve got anything better to do.

I walk into the casino and forget to lower my weapon. The guard glares at me and goes, “Hey, buddy, put that away or I’ll put you down.” I get distracted for a second by the fine-looking croupier’s ass—and that second costs me.

The guy doesn’t wait. Starts shooting.

Total chaos. I take down the guards and push deeper into the casino, straight to the boss’s office. He’s a fat bastard sitting behind a desk, not even budging. But then his personal bodyguard steps out—a huge, brick-wall bouncer who starts kicking me around like he’s Chuck Norris.

Yeah, well, roundhouse kicks don’t mean much against a sawed-off shotgun. You can guess how that turned out.

The fat guy never even stands up, but damn, he’s got insane aim. After trading a few shots, I blow a hole in his gut. Mission failed, but at least I score some solid loot, including some skewers.

Made it to Vault 15. I remembered a giant radscorpion at the entrance—an absolute pain in the ass. But this time? Nowhere to be seen. Good.

Inside, the place was falling apart, and it desperately needed some serious pest control. I started clearing out the first floor when a thought hit me. Checked my inventory and… son of a bitch—I forgot the rope! No way down without it. So, back to Shady Sands to rummage around.

Once I got my hands on a rope, I headed back to the vault. The water chip? Please. I already knew it wasn’t there. I was really after the SMG, and sure enough, it was right where I expected.

With the vault cleaned out, it was time to pay a visit to the raider camp, where they were keeping the kidnapped girl from Shady Sands.

This time, I wanted to try a different approach than when I played back in the ‘90s. Paying the ransom? Hell no. Not like I had the caps anyway. Talking? Not an option either. So, without hesitation, I put a bullet straight into the first bastard I see.

And just like that, all hell breaks loose. The whole gang charges at us. Good old Ian, out of ammo, goes into full-on berserker mode—but only against the women. For some reason, he completely ignores the men. Too bad for him, he dies before he can finish his personal vendetta.

Now on my own, I face off against the boss in a Stimpak endurance match. In the end, I come out on top.

Now, the only thing standing between me and the hostage is the main building. I go in full Rambo mode—just like the good old days.

Took down the last three. The working girls bolted out of there with their asses on fire. Picked the cell lock and freed the hostage.

Back in Shady Sands, I’m treated like a hero. Cheers, pats on the back, words of gratitude… The girl thanks me personally. I try to see if there’s a chance to get lucky, but nope. Turns out she’s not the kind of girl who gives it up just because you saved her ass. Even in this future, finding a bit of action ain’t easy.

🎮 Saturday Nostalgia 🌎💀

Today, we’re traveling back in time… I’m playing the first Fallout! 🔥 Vault 13 still needs me, the wasteland awaits, and the nostalgia is real! Who here has played this 1997 masterpiece?

Survivor’s Journal – Day 1

Stepping out of Vault 13, the sun blinded me for a moment. The wasteland is vast, empty, hostile… but there’s no time to think. Water is scarce, time is running out, and my goal is clear: find a new water chip for the Vault’s purification system.

First stop: Shady Sands. The people here are wary but not unfriendly. After talking to some of the locals, I met a guy named Ian—an ex-merchant with some experience in the wastes. A talks later, he agreed to join me. Armed and feeling somewhat confident, we left the safety of the village and headed straight for the radscorpion cave.

Descending into the dark, I kept my pistol ready. One by one, we took those oversized bugs down. The last one, however, wasn’t going down without a fight—I landed a critical shot, but in the chaos, my gun slipped from my hands and shattered, i never find it again from the ground. Great start.

Back in Shady Sands, I made my decision: Junktown. A bigger settlement meant more opportunities… and hopefully, a new gun. But the journey wasn’t easy. Halfway there, we were ambushed by giant mole rats. Ian fought well, but we ran out of ammo fast. In the end, I had no choice but to carve my way through with a knife, barely surviving by sheer luck.

When we finally reached Junktown, I thought I could catch my breath. I was wrong. Just as I stepped into the General Store, I witnessed an attempted murder—the store owner was nearly taken out. Too bad for the assassin, the old man knew how to handle himself. As soon as the fight was over, I did what any good wastelander would do: looted the corpse.

Now, I have a hunting rifle and some ammo. It’s time to head back and search for Vault 15.

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