A few hours after I left my workshop in their hands I decided to get back on and play. Seems like they will be playing. Sure enough I see their names and hop on their server curious to see my workshop. Only on for a minute and see a higher level took the workshop from them, but they held onto it the time while I was gone. I went to another workshop. South. Sunshine Meadows. After I claimed it I went to go power up the power plant. No sooner than me blasting a few scorched someone double my level took my workshop. I didn't plan to claim it back. I instead went back to my camp. However wanted to see what these two were up to, in particular the new muse. Found them. Can't remember where and for other than writing I don't really care. Back at my camp. Impressed with my workshop they were even more so with my camp. I showed 'em mine so fair they show me theirs. One they used for farming water and the other camp was more decorated. Not bad for dudes. They needed bullets, gave some to them. In turn they helped me out with my need for 0.45 ammo. However something was stirring in the 'background'. Some kind of vibe being tossed my direction? The new muse would come up behind me or when his friend wasn't close by he'd toss me out a random emoji. Neither one maybe not realizing because we're on a team we can see it no matter where we are in relation to physical location. I can hear him light up. Damn wish I could smoke. If we were in person, I'm playing with my hair and laughing hard. He was funny the more blazed he got he sounded like President Bill Clinton. Ahhhhh Bill. New muse has a new name! Chill Bill. Kind of sexy. I'm gonna have to have him say presidential things like, "I did not have sexual relations with that woman." May have mentioned this out loud as his friend piped up and said Bill Clinton wasn't a president. New muse, err Chill Bill after explained to him he was, I confirmed and we both laughed. Thankfully I didn't pick the dumb one. Young is fine. Dumb is finito. Almost updated and ready for me to hop on. Heading to the Red Rocket Mega Stop for a few and spend some time grinding. Meh, with myself I'm fine to grind, even better if there is an audience participation but it's the love of the play I chase. I misspoke about DV being basic. He was cool and I had a blast but he's more like a quick trigger 'one time Tony'. I hope new muse, lasts a bit longer, torturous foreplay is half the fun. Maybe with this one I could play a dominant. Why, hello Chill Bill. Glad you are here. Now sit. Listen. Obey.
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Got my THeChill playlist going, right now Kottonmouth Kings "My Garden".
After my, "Come get" reply to his needing some steel request, his response was quick. I believe I was now at the same workshop location as I was when DV was creeping. Ah DV. That first you won't forget. Sadly the memory of his voice has faded. Incidentally memory has a way of recreating itself into new stories, so my memory of him may be entirely inaccurate. Gorge Junkyard. That's where I was when he, he the new one... Ah cheese n rice, it could even be DV with a new character? Nah I don't think he can play like that, he's basic. (The 2 Live Crew "Reggae Joint" playing.) Well the new muse appears. I'm ready to drop my load? Slip him my steel? yeah no. I had something to give to him. Well, well he comes not alone. I keep asking if he knows this other player I don't want to drop my goods (ok this sounds better) and have someone else snatch it up. Ok I'm a little dense. They are wearing the same outfit so they obviously are playing in a group. I'm talking in my mic and appears he/they can hear me. Ok appears they are on team chat. Alright now that's cleared up. We all can now hear the other. New muse has a nice voice. His friend has a similar voice. I ask if they are brothers. No they've been good friends for many years. 12 I think. I show 'em around. Okay memory is coming back. New muse and I had played for a minute. I built up the Gorge Junkyard and before bailing the game I teamed up with him so he could take it over. This time I teamed up with them both as I had planned leaving the game soon. New muse told his friend how I tricked it out. They were impressed or maybe it was more him. I said my good-byes. Threw out some heart emojis and new muse threw one back, pretty sure I will run into him again. Yes, months. A break. I had unpublished this site as I was a little shaken after being stirred from last encounter, frustrated with my broken laptop and grown tired of the FO76 glitches. I felt best to step away from it all to prevent a complete boredom melt down. A few months later laptop still broken, Fallout 76 still glitchy as fuck but excited to see new items and situations in the game and maybe open to a new encounter?
I'm back working at workshops. Have to say for awhile, a long while, I was easily spooked. Thinking someone was sneaking up on me or watching me. Powering through it's nice to see the ol' glitch at a workshop still works. I've got a new workshop and managed to find a nice hiding spot. I even spend way too much time making a nice camp at the Red Rocket Mega Stop. Before anyone even looks like they might attempt a take over the game glitches, err, server disconnects. No matter I'm still having fun taking it over and giving away all the resources to whom ever comes by. I can't remember if it was an event or quest, anyhow I ended up at the abandon train station southeast of Berkeley Springs. Inside I found the legendary vendor. Wanting to check out the items I cruise through the list. Meanwhile I heard a breathy noise. Not sexy breathy, more labored. Then another, but now sounds like a horde. Crap must be scorched somewhere. Then another noise. Better get outside and take a look. I clank my way outside in my specially named, "Armour armor" over encumbered as usual, thankfully I have a jet pack, I hop up onto the roof to see what's going on. Lovingly adapted from Tom Sergura, I think, "well what the hell tarnation spit butter in my butt is going on"?! A fucking swarm of scorched. And I see a lonely dude lower level I think 30 dealing with some at least 50 level shit. Up on the roof I contemplate, help out? Risk the damage to my Dragon (dumbly initially referred to it as 'the Dragg On' not realizing it was not as fancy as I made it out to be I just can't read perhaps). Yeah lets help. This low level is getting slaughtered. And looks like a glitch? I've never seen so many scorched spawn at once! I have to watch and see. They can't reach me and seems like they are completely enthralled swarming this player I can't help but watch for a second or two. However, since I've had higher ups help me out, I will pay it forward and jump in after his 2nd or 3rd death. I start blasting as quickly as my favorite weapon (or shall I say Wep On) will work. I can use the points to help level me up anyhow. "Yeah looks maybe a glitch I've never seen so many at once", I say aloud. No response. Didn't hear? Or no mic. No matter I keep helping, racking in the points. There has to be a glitch, they not only respawn at a quick rate but I've never seen so many spawn at once. A few minutes and we work through the group. Finally it's done. Quiet. He speaks too, a nice deep, "thank you" and he went off through the dark night swamp fog. Thinking meh, possibly just a one time meet. I helped someone out. Good karma. Sometime later, I get a dm from him if I had any spare steel. With a smirk and a thought is break time over? I reply simply, " Yes come get."
Shall we start this off right? Korn "Coming Undone" blasting in my ears, head slightly rocking and hips wanting to gyrate. Now. What is it with the workshops? Fallout 76 still. Regardless of past, for lack of a better term, indiscretions I still think it's my escape, my drink seeing I don't drink. It's an enjoyable nightcap after a busy day. Just signed into a server and I already received an invite to join a team. Curious. I don't recognize the name. Slight hesitation, I join.
I suspect they wanted me to help with an event at their workshop near my camp, Sunshine Meadows. Some reason I can't fast travel so I head over there since it's so close. I run through the side buildings, nothing. Then I hear a stampede of feet; ghouls. There is an event. I pull out one of my favorites, the Power Fist that I too happily renamed, "KnuckleDeep SisterFister". I go to town on their ugly faces. After collecting the rewards I start to look around to see what my new teammate has done with the place; he or she obviously isn't here. Noticed the over 100 high level didn't attach wires from the Poseidon power box to the food packing terminal. Jokingly in my head, I think "Amateur." Continued my tour of the workshop picking up junk along the way. Heard it. Was that another ghoul? I know I heard footsteps. Fuck last time this happened I went to a happy place fast. My heart raced. My mind raced. What if it's him? What do I mean if it's him? Jump servers? Close game? Settle down. Just say hello and move on. Easy. My body instantly went somewhere and I freaked out my brain. Okay, duh easy. Inhale. Exhale. Maybe it was just a ghoul. I hesitantly come around to the front where the junk extractor is pumping and see something. Another player. Character is a male dressed in ritual binding apparel. I wave hello. I notice he has a mic. So I say, "Hello." Okay nothing from him or her? Maybe he/she can't hear? I keep talking. I find myself a bit nervous. This isn't my workshop but I'm on the same team as the owner so this player could just be trolling for shit. I explained to him that I didn't know the owner. However, invited me to their team to possibly help out with the event that just took place. Asked if he received an invite also to join the team. No answer. Whelp, I'm not playing this silent game if that's what's going on. I head out down the street towards my camp when I see to my left a base. I love visiting other camps, to see what others have built. Huh. It's the player I just met. His or her's. I see he's inside. I wave hello. He waves back and opens his level 3 locked door. However I choose to enter his camp through a window using a workbench. Still unsure if he can hear me, I went ahead an explained to this higher level if he wanted to keep players out (I surmised since he had a locked door) he needs to move the usable items away from windows. While giving myself a tour, I commented on items he/she had purchased from the Atomic Shop. Reminiscent of how my past transgression transpired I shuddered from a chill. Treading lightly, hell this player could be female I need to just settle the fuck down. After self talk, I calmed my nervous energy and carried on with the tour; noticing he/she starting to move items away from walls and even changed windowed walls to windowless walls. I helped someone one out. Nothing even remotely sexual. See everything is fine and not heading to one big orgasmic fest. Playing an online game. Normal. Since we were neighbors, I wanted him/her to come over to my place. I waved the emoticon "to follow". He started to but then stopped short in front of his place. I stopped running and thought it looked as though he was working on something. I should go back to see what he was doing. Up next to him, I see he's putting letters on the wall. He's spelling out something..."can u hea..." I finish the sentence out loud, "hear me? No, I can't hear you. Can you hear me?" He gives me the thumbs up. Then a party chat invite notice pops up. I scroll over and looks like there's another in the party. The other name is obviously female but still unsure of this person. I jump in with a, "Hello how's it going?" Sounded like I entered in mid conversation. The ambiguous character I just met and invited me in finally responds, "Hi, I've got another player in here with us." Someone in the background that was not in the chat party yelled how an old show had such a sexual saying, "You're being hard on the beaver." I interject wanting to know the audience ages before I comment about the Leave It To Beaver show, "I want to add to this convo but I need to make sure ya'll are not minors." Heard 3 noes. I continue, "The 50's were a bit sexually repressed so it would be overtly sexual in other areas." Oddly remember this years old information from a Sexual Harassment class taken place at work. Phew ok not minors. I don't know ages. But I do know now the player that invited me is a male. |
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