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I hope you spent some perk points to get yourself up to Scrapper 2! That's where most of my copper comes from. I have 700+ or so spare if you need some!
Not sure if I have scrapper 2 or one, will check and buff that immediately.
So Day 3 of my Wasteland diary;
Woke this morning determined to brighten up Sanctuary or "WickTown" as I have renamed it. After much tinkering on the roof of the Teamhouse I have ascertained that I am neither an electrician nor town planner nor architect. I am going to need more copper, a lot more copper. Collecting Preston from the bottom floor of the Teamhouse I returned to my primary dwelling to change clothes and put on my best travelling salesman gear, a trip to Diamond City was in order. However on arriving at my residence I was somewhat dismayed to find my home had transformed into some kind of recreational rehabilitation centre. Really, the amount of people milling about and getting in the way is frankly untenable. After all I've done for these people I don't think a little privacy is too much to ask. Personal space, boundaries anyone?
If it's not the alleged 'mechanic' making snide comments whilst ineffectually hammering random wall tiles to no discernible effect it's that damn fraud psychic woman wandering into my quarters at all hours rambling on about my energy. I've even caught her watching me getting changed through a gap in the wall....which isn't fixed despite all the damn hammering that goes on 24/7/. Perhaps most concerning of all is that I have noticed some of my possessions are missing and several of my house guests are now sporting equipment they didn't have the last time I returned home. It is distressing and disturbing to think that one's own hard sourced possessions aren't safe from these ill mannered ingrates. Little to nothing get's done round here unless I do it. After a hard day scavenging, defending random people and being shot at by nearly everyone I meet I would like to come home and lay on my own bed, not have to turf some recent arrival out of it but oh no. I actually find myself staying out on scavenging runs longer now just to get away from these people.
On a related note I am concerned about Preston, mentally and physically. He seems fixated on me to an unhealthy degree and clearly there are serious issues with his health. Every time we enter a building he complains about dust and despite his bluster in combat his aim betrays him. Either his eyesight is shot or potentially worse his hands are shaking from the drink. The last visit to Diamond City was embarrassing, "I feel like a drink", "I'll drink to that". Initially I felt we both deserved a touch of R&R but in view of his recent performance I ordered our copper supplies and made excuses as to why we had to rush home. I think this time I'll take the dog, he may constantly get under my feet but at least I don't have to worry about taking an accidental blast from a Lazer Musket. Now I just have to find him, dismissed the mutt two days ago and haven't seen him since.
My break was derived from a completely unnecessary nor voluntary "fresh install" of my computer... *sigh* did not have a backup, starting over tomorrow. *sad face* Level 24 and had not even made it to this mythical diamond city yet! (Pacing myself, trying to make the title last ) Dog told me to take her out shooting I would feel better, she was right :) Also got her a new teddy bear...