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i'll be honest thinking about las vegas makes me nauseous.

like this shouldnt be possible.

Every part of Vegas feels like it's pulled out of fiction and is Incredibly off-putting. It's a major city in the middle of one of the world's most inhospitable deserts

Its famous for recreating other world landmarks on a small scale. It uses this as a trap to bait people into making life ruining decisions. It's motto is essentially "never speak of what happened here". Fucked up

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somthing somthing Nicole Valentine

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Tell me what you see.

A light in the darkness.

A bearded man.

A mushroom cloud.

A head on a pillow.

Voting ended onOct 26, 2025

#two bears high fiving is the traditional answer #but i've always liked 'a light in the darkness'

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go ahead atheists... would you hit him out of the park for a million dollars?

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The coloration of the hp bar indicates... that baby is already my enemy.

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hot ghoul summer!!! (idc what month it iss)

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Computer Science major here, it's not working because the computer doesn't respect you. download viruses on it to remind it who's boss.

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Official Fallout Post

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i really like fallout because, unlike a lot of media that uses retrofuturism as just a cool aesthetic, fallout’s obsession with 1950s americana actually means something. it’s not just chrome fins and googie diners, it’s weaponized optimism. it’s that sickly-sweet propaganda sheen slathered over nuclear terror, where smiling mascots tell you to duck and cover while the government quietly preps for the end of the world. it’s about a country that believed so hard in its own greatness it signed its death warrant in cursive.

fallout takes that warped, post-war idealism, the “gee whiz!” charm of suburbia on lithium. and drags it through the dirt, showing us what happens after all the white picket fences melt into radioactive slag. in a world shaped by that specific brand of McCarthyist exceptionalism, the future isn’t flying cars and robot butlers, it’s a dinky holotape of your last moments before the bombs hit, looping forever. like vault 11, the one where the final recording plays after everyone’s already dead, revealing the whole “sacrifice one person every year or everyone dies” mandate was a lie. a loyalty test. a sick joke. and the vault passed, right before it failed, because paranoia and desperation had already eaten them alive.

that’s fallout. not just the end of the world, but the punchline that comes after the moral.

and honestly? that hits way harder than any sleek utopia. because fallout remembers: beneath all that pastel patriotism and canned laughter, something was always rotting.