Not once, since Fallout 4’s release, in god only knows how many hundreds of hours of play time, have I gotten the perfectly preserved pie…
UNTIL TODAY.
I jumped up in such excitement that I smashed my knee into my desk and now walk like a feral, but god damnit who cares about pain when you have THE PIE.
oh god, does that mean I’m now technically a pinup? D:
I’ve already started painting you on the side of my bomber.
I dont know if I can handle this responsibility. but I shall do my best to deflect the bullets away with my hideous visage that should make them scream and run away.