Why did I decide to walk all the way to the sea in one evening while playing Fallout 4's new Survival Mode? I don't know. Does the swallow question why it flies south in winter, or the salmon why it must hurl itself against the rapids? All I know is that on firing up a new save, I felt the call of the ocean in my marrow. Perhaps it's that my flat is a gigantic Dutch oven right now. Perhaps it's that I wanted to try out Survival's systems without trudging through any story encounters. Either way, to the balmy blue I must go, and to do this I would need, basically, two things.
Firstly, a selection of motivational quotes from GoodReads.com, because what is starvation if not a weakness of the imagination, symptomatic of a deficiency of vim. Besides, Fallout 4 doesn't track psychological deterioration like Don't Starve, State of Decay and other, younger wasteland sims, so it was up to me to compensate by filling my brain with as much dangerous nonsense as I could manage.
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