In news unrelated to my boring birthday, I have been having a lovely time playing Fallout 4 for the first time while being absolutely cripplingly miserable in most other areas, so that's nice.
Well, it crashed on me after I got mauled to death by a horrifying pack of feral ghouls in pretty floral dresses who all had names and I think were my protagonist's old pre-war neighbours.
I have been woefully unproductive and unmotivated but fallout has been keeping me going because I'm just so phenomenally bad at it, it's astonishing really
I suppose it would help if I had a companion who wasn't about as useful as tits on a bull, but my only options at this time are the dog, who is crap, the robot butler, who is crap and annoying but has a flamethrower and a nice gentleman named Preston who is a 'back row' fighter and refuses to be bait