CaffPow Introduction: Wracked in the Wasteland is Contingency Plan’s journal, detailing his trials and tribulations as he treks through Fallout 4 in Survival Mode. Good Sir will be posting it on our Facebook page first, which he helps maintain. And you should Like. Afterwards it will be cross-posted here for those of you who only frequent the Space-Ship proper.

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I’m going to do my best to comment on each photo as I tried to capture each interesting moment as I try to accomplish anything on Survival mode.

Overall, completing this quest was insane. It took me 10 minutes to siege Corvega just to gain entrance. I had to take the upper ramp of a highway and slowly plink away at the raiders. I was in desperate need of food and there was a fire nearby, but I couldn’t cook because I was in combat…the battle raged through the night (game time).

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In between playing Dark Souls 3 and waiting for Overwatch, Doom came up on steam. I hadn’t paid much attention because a) what 30 year old gamer doesn’t have a giant back log already and b) the last time I played Doom it was a slow wannabe survival horror game where using the flashlight made me want to uninstall the game.

The game comes with the tag “push forward combat” that caught my interest. After reading a bit more I bought it on a whim. After all, Bethesda already owns half my hard drive.

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Recounting a great room mate story to a friend of mine. Yes it’s a true story:

He lived with a friend and me in an apartment. Hardly ever came out of his room for 6 months. Finally, he left and horrid stink was coming from his room. He had been gone for maybe 2 or 3 days now. We ventured in his room to find a debris field of tissues and dirty clothes. The smell got worse. We went into his bathroom to find that he dropped a deuce, the toilet overflowed, he attempted to plunge it, it got worse and more came out…after which he left and ran back to his parents house. Leaving us with the shit, literally.

Two bottles of bleach and many rubber gloves later, we cleaned this man-child’s mess up. The next day a phone call ensued:

Hey man.

Hey.

What’s with the shit you left?

The shit?

The shit, feces, dung that you left in your bathroom.

Oh, yeah…

I said yeah…your stuff needs to be out by the end of the week.

How the hell do you end up in your 20s and you leave poop, literal poop all over your bathroom and bail back to Mommy and Daddy? I would have helped the fool if he had asked. Instead, he left his bathroom the most disgusting mess I had ever seen and ran away.

He ran away. Let me reiterate this. He ran away from his own overflowing feces. Three men living in an apartment. He couldn’t ask either of us for help. He ran away. He ran away to his parents. It was so beyond the beyond.

It makes for a great story though!

I’m on my way to grab quick lunch with one my pals from work. We get to talking about Arkham Asylum. He’s beaten it many moons ago, meanwhile I’m stuck at somewhere in the neighborhood of barely started and waiting to see Poison Ivy.

Me: Hmm..not since Monday. (it’s Thursday)
What happened?

It hits me. I remember. I live with a woman. I’m married. Another being with my DNA on this Earth is waiting to erupt in a shitstorm of diapers, bottles and….shit.

I get to thinking of my days of playing and mowing through games like kid on christmas. I would have games beaten so fast it would make my friends head spin. I’d have it beaten and I’d be on the ‘do everything clear everything unlock the bikini for the girl’ playthrough by the time they’d ask me what I thought of the ending.

What happened?

Sometime after graduating my life grew up around me. I got the great job. I met the great girl. We got the great house, etc, etc…but…

What happened?

It’s a moment that will happen to a lot of us. At some point you’ll ask yourself what the fuck happened. What happened to me being the man to ask about how to beat the boss with the thing that makes him impossible except not for you who already beat him and are onto the next game. Now I’m the dude my friends ask about lawn care.

I still play my games. I do have time. My gal, who has no interest in gaming whatsoever understands my inner child (read: inner game/internet fiend) needs to come out and play. I make sure that she’s my priority though.

A great man once said Poon before Purples. If you know what that means…then you know what I mean.