This past Valentine’s Day, a cockroach at the Bronx Zoo was named The Final Pam in my honor by my incomprehensibly perfect girlfriend. She is the guiding light in my life and she knows me better than anyone; oh my god this was perfect.
We all know this game only exists to personally punish the McElroys for, in their hubris, birthing the Final Pam
Bethany Esda, how could you?!
She’s just an independent game developer and needs to pay the medical bills of all those eviserated by the Final Pam, you can’t blame her for trying to make money
i think so much about how the sole survivor has the pre-war context to know that nuka cola is not supposed to be flat. they also know what pre-war food tasted like 200 years ago and not irradiated. the absolute fucking reckoning when they finally sit down after vault 111 to have a snack and a drink and realize theyre tasting a box of dandy boy apples thats been in a desk drawer for 200 years and an equally old flat nuka cola and they know the difference
sturges or whoever: hey thanks for your help, wanna sit down and have a snack?
sole survivor: oh awesome you still have my favorite soda and candied apples