Thread's pretty quiet but I get a kick out of updating, so what the hell:
Got back from Nuka World and returned to a humble retirement collecting cats/raiders, decorating my settlements, hopping in and out of armor to trade with my merchants and wotnot.
Something didn't feel right.
I had all the carry capacity that a player could ever want for Survival Mode, enough weapons in my inventory to prompt Diamond City guards teasing me with the classic
"geez pal, I like weapons as much as the next guy, but..."
...bullets were bouncing off my power-armored face
...mirelurks were clanging harmlessly against my tits like a bad porno
...raiders by the dozen were laying thick suppressing fire, only to scream horribly as Travis exploded their baggy heads
It didn't feel fair. It didn't feel like Survival, in any sense of the word.
So I built a raised platform, piled a bunch of containers and dumped 90% of all weapons, gear and aid. I fed my fusion cores to my now disturbing number of cats as they slowly waddled around, taking frequent naps on the bodies of raiders scattered across watery cages.
Ditched the power armor, pulled Cait out of hers. Equipped basic Military Fatigues and a small, single-ops loadout:
15 Purified Waters. 8 Noodle cups. 2 Antibiotics. 10 Stimpacks. 2 Refreshing Beverages.
44 cal. Revolver, 100 rounds
Operators Sniper Rifle, 50 rounds
Kneecapper's 10 mm. Hardened Pistol, 100 rounds
4 Fragmentation Grenades
2 Vertibird Signal Grenades (for insertion/extraction)
...rinse and repeat, for every mission.
If anything I'm trying to get my loadout even smaller, but Survival mode turns every enemy into a goddamned bullet sponge, so I had to prepare accordingly after one too many death to ammo running out
Cait's loadout wasn't much different. Despite the fact that she never eats (or POOPS) I packed her kit as realistically as I could muster:
15 Purified Waters, Grains, Stimpacks, etc.
50 cal. Sniper Rifle (though her drug-addled aim is crap)
44 cal. Revolver, 100 rounds
Travis refused to get out of his power armor, (though even if I managed to pickpocket his Fusion Core, I knew there was slim chance of getting him back in) so he plods along armed to the teeth. There's something hilarious about the game's most cowardly character running about in full Quantum Armor, still absolutely shitting his pants
I have to say, since reducing my character's build to a threadbare military build, I've never been this happy playing Survival since I first left the Vault. I watch my character's arms, legs, and torso explode, resolving to flank the enemy a bit more next time. Every step is danger, but now my character sprints like f*cking Peter Pan
If anyone is missing the excitement they first had playing Survival, I highly recommend outfitting your character like an old-school Seals unit.
Nothing but fatigues, face paint, a sidearm and long rifle. Semper Fi.