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Patrick Casey with his shirt all unbuttoned in the latest episode of Restoring Order. What a slut.
Also, his face has puffed up again. Lay off the yayo, Pawgtrick!
Top 5 Quests? Basegame, DLC, or a combination, if you like. ^^
Oooh good question!! Thank you! :D Okay some of these are sad and some of these are funny (hopefully). It’s hard to pick favorites, I like so many! But these are the ones that spring most readily to mind. Probably WAY MORE information about each than you needed or wanted but I’m in a talkative mood and it’s 4am so self-restraint is basically nonexistent!!!! Also I like sharing!
5. Not strictly a quest? But in Far Harbor, the cranberry bog where you find the map and repair the equipment, and collect journal scraps written by a kid who lived there right before Halloween in 2077. That was so melancholy. Finding the family in their bunker and being able to put together just bits and pieces of what had happened and what went wrong really left an impression.
4. Precipice of War / Rocket’s Red Glare - It hurt me. A lot. Having to kill Haylen was awful, I didn’t want to do it. Even though she doesn’t hesitate. It just, really drove home “war never changes.” That people who could have been friends and allies might inadvertently end up at odds in the worst way. How unfair both sides of the bloodshed felt. And what a devastating thing it is to run out of options for peace, in spite of best efforts. I also didn’t manage to sneak all the way through the Prydwen, and that brought a lot of inspiration for Nate’s canon - Arthur recognizes Nate through the disguise when he detours from the mission to try to evacuate the squires off the ship before the detonation. The two men fight, viciously, but Nate comes out on top (albeit beat to hell) and flees for his life. Deacon and Tom’s banter on the vertibird was great, some much needed comic relief in what was otherwise a very emotionally draining mission for me xD But, draining in a good way. It brings out such a somber mood to think back on. From a storytelling perspective, I love the dilemma of ravaging the Prydwen and ending possibly thousands of lives to protect your Railroad family and a future for synth-kind. That ruined Nate. I’m so sorry buddy.
3. Restoring Order - This quest took me SO LONG because I was in survival but couldn’t find a bed, determined to wear my Shroud outfit to get the special dialogue options with Isabel instead of better armor, and also my game crashed the first time I completed the fight. So I died. A lot. And replayed HUGE SECTIONS of this quest. A lot. I actually ended up using a cheat save just to, make it feasible. By the end I’d memorized most of the robot’s spawn patterns. I was streaming for a friend too, so they got to see me struggle x’D ANYWAY memorability of the experience aside, I love Isabel. I love being able to have Shroud/Mechanist dialogue. I love Nate seeing Isabel had the best intentions but her efforts got a lot of people hurt, relating to that because of his experience with the Institute and Brotherhood, and forgiving her immediately without any reservation.
2. The Silver Shroud - Look this entire thing was golden. Running around impersonating a superhero is too good. I loved every minute. Kent is a BABY and I ADORE HIM. It took every single drug buff in my inventory and a lot of luck/reloading to save Kent in that final mission but AUGH, worth it. I mean Nate’s comedown after that was probably terrible and he was sick for a week. But that’s not the point. We saved Kent, against the odds. We got to be the hero. We learned a valuable lesson about real life not being quite the same as radio classics. Piper snarked along and even approved of the shenanigans. So good. 11/10.
1. Mystery Meat - I am very sentimental this one because, in Nate’s canon, it was an accidental nightmare. I’d didn’t know jack about this quest coming in, so his surprise? Mine also. He’d heard some questionable things about the Cannery, so he and Piper start snooping around after Theodore Collins hires them to clear out the rats. Goes down the elevator. Realizes there’s only a dark tunnel down there. Ha,, Nate’s very claustrophobic, that’s a hard no. Time to go back up. Except now the elevator button doesn’t work. And apparently Theodore Collins can’t hear them calling. And wow, this is starting to smell fishy. Eventually realize that if they want to get out they have to take the tunnels in hopes of finding another exit. Great. Fan-freaking-tastick. So THEN they have to WADE THROUGH deep narrow dark cold half-submerged sewer pipes full of SURPRISE! ghouls! for hours only to find out at the end of mystery horror circus hour what’s really been going on at the cannery. Wow. Yeah. Okay. Nate is 371% D O N E with everything All. Of. This.
By the time he and Piper come shambling back out into the production area, they’re soaked to the bone with rotting sewage water and feeling a little lot like death rolled over. But that’s not enough nonsense. No. Theodore Collins fancies himself a sniper who’s going to sit in his little catwalk perch and shoot them both right there to silence the truth. T h e o d o r e C o l l i n s finishes his Radio Classic Villain monologue and takes aim, and Nate, who is a real, actual, trained by the army sniper, shoots Theodore Collins right in the face. Makes short work of the packaging robots. Walks out the door. And has never, ever, returned to Longneck Lukowski’s Cannery.
It was just before sunset when the dying light attempted to break through the clouds overhead. Moss covered the forest ground, carpeting the alpine forest with green and small flecks of white flowers. A gentle snow dusted the forest, halting abruptly midway through a clearing, as though it had run into an invisible wall. The scent of pine trees and wet dirt was thick on the air, almost welcoming would-be hikers to take a moment to enjoy the area.
To most, the scene might have been considered beautiful. To Zaren, it looked like an obvious trap. The moss allowed for silent steps and the snow obscured vision and adversely effected the mask’s ability to reveal heat signatures. Strong ambient scents also prevented any ability to potentially smell anything out of the norm.
The Blade didn’t like this. At all.
While the forest behind him was clear, the snowy section before him was unexplored. He didn’t need to see them to know they were there. It was a sensation that was difficult to describe, but he could feel that he wasn’t alone.
Zaren paused at the edge of the break in the trees, quickly surveying the area. It was when the air suddenly became frigid that he knew he was being approached.
Sitting upon a felled tree was an average sized Ascalonian man dressed in dark leathers. He had geared himself similarly to Zaren - or at least what he presumed Zaren would have. The Ascalonian’s graying locks were pulled back to keep his vision from being obscured and to make it easier to hide beneath the shadows of his hood.
“Reaper,” the man said, bowing his head to give respect more to the title than Zaren himself. He did not wear the mask that was uniform for the Order, so his smooth, low voice could easily be heard.
“Master Laren,” Zaren replied in return with the bow of his own head. He did, however, wear the oni mask. The enchantment on the item warped and distorted his voice into something otherworldly - almost a low growl.
“I must say, I did expect something like this,” Zaren said, lifting a hand to gesture to the area. “It was more a question of who it was that would come.”
The Ascalonian smirked. “Councilman Raynard sends his regards.”
“I am certain he does,” Zaren replied. The magic on the mask kept his voice steady and even, obscuring any irritation he might have had with the situation. “And he relies upon you to end me?”
“Not quite.” With a laugh, Laren stood up from the felled tree. “The Councilman wants to ensure that you remain capable, despite your grave injuries.” The Ascalonian took a few measured steps closer, hands lifted, “You are of no use and no threat if you have not rehabilitated yourself.” Laren regarded the masked Luxon briefly before continuing, “So no, I do not plan to kill you. Not outright. Instead, I propose a duel.”
Zaren tilted his head slightly, the dark eyes of the oni mask resting on the Ascalonian. “Do you?”
“I do,” Laren replied calmly. “To the death?” Zaren clarified. Laren nodded once. “Very well,” the Reaper replied.
“I presume that your allies shall remain at ease?” Zaren inquired.
“They shall,” Laren replied as he lifted his own mask to his face. As he spoke, his voice warped in much the same manner as Zaren’s. “This is between you and me.”
“Ominous,” Zaren said with a snort. Through the distortion of the mask, the sound came out as more of a low growl.
Without further preamble, Laren drew his sword from his scabbard and approached. In turn, Zaren drew his own blade- distinctly Canthan in design with a jade inlaid hilt. The choice of adornment was the only potential hint that the man beneath that mask was of Luxon descent.
The sound of metal colliding soon peppered the ever present howl of the wind against the treetops as the assassins engaged in their duel. Each attempted strike was met with a block here, a parry there. Both had dedicated their entire lives to pursuit of blood and steel and neither faltered despite the moss, rocks, and branches littering the area.
It wasn’t until Laren threw a knife with the flick of his left wrist that the flow of combat had been altered. Reflexively, Zaren yanked the sheath of his sword from his belt and spun to block the knife while counter attacking with his sword with a swift and sharp thrust. Laren leaned to the side to dodge it, but was not quick enough. The wickedly sharp edge of Zaren’s sword sliced through the Ascalonian’s armor and to the skin on his arm.
Laren stumbled back, expression beneath the mask twisting with irritation. The wound burned as the poison began to take its course. It wasn’t the standard hemotoxin of the Order - the one that those within had built an immunity to. This was something else, something that took hold almost immediately
“Unfortunate,” the Ascalonian observed as he swayed. Again, he moved to strike, though with far less grace. It was easily countered by Zaren, who stepped in closer to slam the hilt of his sword into Laren’s mask. Though it was technically armor, it was still a surface making hard contact against his face and it brought the man to his knees.
“Grenth be just,” Zaren murmured as his blade swiftly severed the other man’s head from his neck.
Victorious, the Reaper shook the blood from his sword in a sharp circular motion with a snap at the end. Zaren raised his voice to call to the forest where he knew the others were hiding, “Tell Councilman Raynard to ensure that my seat at the head of the council is prepared for my arrival.”
With that, Zaren knelt beside the beheaded body and retrieved the mask from the ground beside it. He then took time to give Laren a proper burial. They had been enemies, but the man died with honor.
Using the attractiveness tier list ranking, how do you rank Patrick Casey?
Awooga
Cute
I get it, but don't share it
OK, I guess
Wat
Based on the polls I previously made for Nick and Jaden, more Nickverse characters coming soon
Patrick according to KiwiFarms, /pol/, and other a-logs:
-5'4
-Neo-Pagan
-Scott Greer's (and possibly Nick Fuentes's) ex-lover
-asked a Nazi trans girl for nudes
-daddy issues
-funded by Peter Thiel
Patrick according to himself:
-5'8
-Catholic
-has had private relationships exclusively with women
-only into *cisgender* women at that
-relationship with father is fine
-self-funded
You can choose who to believe.
Where does Patrick Casey lie on the Kinsey Scale?
X
0
1
2
3
4
5
6
I previously ran this for Nick and Jaden, so I figured Patrick was the next most obvious Nick Fuentes Expanded Universe "character" to run this for.
Reminder yet again for anyone who missed the last Kinsey Scale polls: the Kinsey Scale is a measure of sexual orientation. X means not attracted to anyone, 0 is exclusively opposite-sex attracted, 6 is exclusively same-sex attracted, 3 is equally same and opposite-sex attracted, and the in-between numbers are bi with a preference.
Is Patrick Casey a top, bottom, or something else?
Top
Bottom
Versatile
Side
I ran this for Nick and Jaden, therefore I am contractually obligated to run it for Patrick as well.
I'm not sure which Nickverse character I should run this for next, but whoever it is will be very entertaining I'm sure.