Maybe there’s no ghost at all. Maybe it was just a person with stealth boy. Stare at that blank space long enough and you’ll see the distorted air. Do you think they’re scared of being seen as much as you seeing them? The closest thing you can get to a ghost is Arin. She’s almost invisible, moves things around the area, quiet weird noise, sabotage stuffs, and you can also feel her presence without seeing her.
I'm such a walking stereotype. I can't help it, I suppose. When I started to hatch, I decided to give New Vegas another go "for the meme." There were already numerous cracks in my egg at this point, and the light was starting to shine through my shell. But then I got to Jacobstown...and I talked to the Nightkin... and then Tabitha... and... things just started to click. I realized why I never wanted to leave the house and always had a hard time looking at my reflection in the mirror. I became fully aware that it wasn't "normal" to feel how I felt. I was aware that something was wrong.
When I finally hatched (a longer story for another time), all I could do was lie in my bed and cry for a few days. I couldn't even eat anything, and drinking water was almost too much. It was probably the hardest I've ever cried. So much so that tears stopped coming, and I was just dry-wailing into my wet pillow, fully aware that I was trans and what that meant and why I had felt the way I did my whole life. Everything finally made sense, but it didn't make the truth any less painful.
I had played the game when it first came out, but I was so repressed that I blocked a lot of those feelings out. Even though I had experimented with gender and labels privately since around ~2014, I was still extremely repressed. This time, (after a lot of hints from watching creators that hatched during Covid), I went into it with the sneaking suspicion that I might be some kind of trans and had more knowledge about the trans experience. This was the summer of 2024. I got on low-dose HRT a year later, and it's helped so much. Now I see being trans-nonbinary as a blessing. I like being bigender. I love my fluidity. I love being me. I wasn't cursed with a broken brain. I didn't need to rely on my stealth boy anymore. I could finally be out, a little baby hatchling. I could finally be me.
So, I decided to make a charm bracelet, a charm necklace, and some earrings with items from the Fallout games. I bought some STLs from Modiphius and modified them to have loops.
I printed most of them on Shapeways in either Smooth Fine Detail Plastic or Clear Ultra Fine Detail Plastic, which is sort of translucent. Most of the charms were fine, but the Stimpaks were a bit weak, and one broke at the "neck". So, I reprinted the Stimpaks in a bunch of materials: White Processed Versatile Plastic, Gray PA12, and Natural Polypropylene (MJF). I somehow ended up with a bunch of extras? One of them came in a cage. I broke it out of the cage.
I tested how they would dye with some red synthetic RIT dye.
I decided to use the two semi-translucent ones for earrings, because I am hoping that the earrings won't have to deal with too much force. I decided to use two of the rubber-like ones for the bracelet and necklace.
I painted them up and assembled it all.
I have five leftover Stimpak charms. I thiiiiink @bokatan was interested in those? (Terribly sorry to bother you, if not.) Anyway, if I don't have any friends who want to call dibs on the spare charms, I might make them into something for Wasteland Weekend. We'll see.
Dr Henry says I look a fright when I arrive in his office in the arms of a Super Mutant, covered head to toe in dirt, face encrusted with blood, eyes rolling backward in my head, clutching a grotesquely disfigured ankle. I go through all the details with him but honestly, between pain, exhaustion and severe brain damage, I don't know how coherent I am. A well-placed Stimpak helps with the pain as he bandages my head, before producing a small brown bag and getting to work setting my ankle with an eye-watering crack. He tells me to keep the cast on for 6 weeks "assuming, of course, the cure works". Aah, doctor humor.
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I ask him about the Sight Boy (for which I am willing to pay handsomely) and he explains that he developed it as an early prototype to counteract the effects of a Stealth Boy (to limited success). According to Julie Farkas, the modulating frequency it produces can also be used to repair neural circuitry in the brain. He wants 500 caps for it and I oblige, throwing in an extra hundred for his fine orthopedics on my ankle. He sends me on my way with a set of crutches and an escort as far as Westside by a Nightkin named Lily, who turns out to be rather an endearing companion, even going so far as to remind me to take another dose of RadAway before leaving my company.
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Dawn is breaking as I hobble through Westside on crutches and even with my eyes closed the light is too bright. Gun shots ring through the air and I turn to see what might be Westside Militia taking out a radscorpion. I also see the mountains I climbed in the dark and realize perhaps I'm lucky my ankle was the only thing to break.
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The north gate of Freeside beckons and I return looking like a veteran from the Battle of Gettysburg, attracting another long stare from my good friend the street vendor (Crispy squirrel sure looks mighty good when you're hungry but eating is probably not advisable shortly before an invasive brain procedure). I rap on the heavy wooden door of the Old Mormon Fort and a guard lets me in passing comment that at least she doesn't have to drag me in by the heels this time.
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I sit and wait for Julie who finally emerges from the West Tower giving a goodbye embrace to Elizabeth Kieran, an officer with the NCR. Her eyes widen when she sees me.
"Jeez!"
She helps me inside and I give her an abridged account of my travels, unable to spare the energy for anything more in depth. Lying back on the hospital bed I am vaguely aware of her twisting knobs on a small electric device beside me, to which she hooks up the sight boy, before attaching electrodes to either side of my head.
"This may hurt a little."
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My body thrashes in a violent convulsion as the world around me flashes brilliant white. A deafening scream pierces my ears and reverberates round my skull and I feel my body rising off the bed. Am I dead? I could have saved myself a lot of time and just died on the mountain.
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Slowly the room starts to come into focus; drained completely, all I can do is lie there and breathe. Julie stands beside me looking down, her face tender and concerned. I stare back at her until I can no longer stay awake.
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Some time later a killer headache wrests me from my sleep and I notice I am back in one of the white tents outside. A Stimpak waits by the bed, which I duly take, feeling its gentle flutter of warmth almost instantly. Gazing outside the tent I can see the Followers of the Apocalypse flag fluttering high in the breeze, standing out bright white and black against a rich blue sky and its golden crack of sunlight. For a moment I forget that I ache from head to toe, that I'm filthy and covered in dried blood, that I'm stuck in a tent with chem addicts with a cast on my leg and won't be able to get to the strip for a very long time. For finally, in this moment, I can see.
I'm on xbox fallout 4 and I used a stealth boy, but it's not wearing off? I've tried to reload, die and sleep it off but it's not Working? Plus my pipboy is invisible so I cant try to fast travel it off or use any different weapons. Help?
Alright so every great game has something in it that even the Buddha himself can complain about. You ever read something and have your hope and faith invest in it so heavily that when it doesn’t do what you imagine , you just quit and lose faith in everything else for the day or at least 5mins? That’s the case with the stealth boy in Fallout 4. Dear God I don’t understand why I even bother stealing this shit at this point. You guys remember Oxiclean? That’s EXACTLY the fucking case. Somehow I gave my full hope in something that would keep Super Mutants out my ass… Well! Guess not! You would think going invisible and or cloaking would be impressive and elusive…. Nope! Just another way of saying “im standing here ” . A Super Mutant with a sledgehammer beat the fuck out of skull with one swoop and his bro came and knocked his damn rifle in my spine. I tried to retreat after my failed ninja attempt… Nope, I got shot with bullets of shame. I even called a Vertibird and expected some G.I. Joe Style rescue…. Nope. The pilot came solo and got blown the fuck up. I couldn’t even take the minigun these guys were so savage. You ever tried taking a bone from a hungry underprivileged pit bull… That’s exactly what that was. You know that friend in High school who’s like “if you need me let me know and I’ll fight whoever bother you” or something of the sort? That’s Elder Maxon. This guy gave me the image of a Call of Duty future type escape rescue when these guys can’t even take out a couple super mutants. My only saving grace was the ding bats who carry a bomb like its the winning touchdown …by that being the case I blew most of them away myself. The Brotherhood of Steel can kiss my ass.
I just finished up the Stealth boy from Fallout 4. I made it using sintra, hot glue casts, wire, a red display push button for car led lights, miscellaneous smell screws, picture nails and nuts, foam core poster board, a piece of a metal coat hanger, left over brown canvas from my NCR ranger duster and beige thread. I'm still trying to get the mechanism to work right for the round part in the middle that pops up when you press the button. I hope y'all like it! l1b3rtyprime.tumblr.com Facebook.com/chunkanukeprops @L1B3RTYprime on Twitter #chunkanukeprops