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Longtime sweasel commenter Ermine bought me a game. This astonished me, as I didn’t know anyone else could see my wishlist, let alone buy something on it. Thank you, fellow weasel!

Disclaimer: nobody else follow, pls! Most of the stuff on my wishlist isn’t stuff I actually want, it’s just games I’m keeping an eye on for one reason or another.

But Fallout 4 I really did want. Ermine is an open-worlds kindofa a mustelid, as am I, so he knew I’d like it.

And I do. I got frustrated the first few hours (I died and died and died), but eventually got a handle on it and am enjoying it muchly. It’s a shoot ’em up in post-apocalyptic Boston, which is fun. I can’t say I recognize many of the places, but I do the names.

I recognized part of the Freedom Trail, though, which really is set with red bricks in the sidewalk. I’d forgotten that!

So that’s what I’ve been up to. Games, I realized, remind me of incredibly vivid dreams: they feel like real and amazing experiences at the time, but they fade away, leaving mere wisps of memory.

Oh, well. Everybody’s got to waste time.

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Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: November 8, 2017, 9:51 pm

Heh.
Make sure you do the quest to fly the USS Constitution off the bank building.

And yeah sometimes the game landscapes remind me of my dreams.
Fortunately not a lot of them are like Fallout 4.

 


Comment from Armybrat
Time: November 8, 2017, 10:38 pm

As a resident of Boston for the last 10 years I’d be able to fill you in on some of the spots, but, alas, I am not a gamer.

 


Comment from Surly Ermine
Time: November 9, 2017, 11:39 am

I’m in a Sweasel blog post! I feel like Navin Johnson! “Things are gonna start happening to me NOW.”

 


Comment from Niña
Time: November 10, 2017, 6:42 pm

I can never get beyond die, which is why I am not a gamer.

 

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