I was fully prepared for Fallout 76. I had taken the day off and downloaded the game in advance. Then the region got hit with an ice storm and knocked out our power for 2 days. If there was ever a moment in life where I questioned any understanding of the universe, that was it.
I ask why. Why would fate be so cruel as to keep me from my digital entertainment? And to answer, a loud groan of cracking wood sounded from on high. I peered from the kitchen window inquisitively, and witnessed a large branch snap from the silver maple and plummet lethally, smashing my fence in the process. Point taken.
Ironic, that the game’s genre–post-apocalyptic societal collapse–was rendered unplayable by a failure of modern infrastructure utilities. No matter. I would put my Fallouting skills to the test and repair that fence. For how else would I stop an onslaught of feral ghouls than with an intact waist-high barrier?
Fortunately (I guess?), the contractors who installed the original fence massively over-ordered supplies. The 1400 pounds of quickcrete is still a little annoying, but the 50 extra fencing slats proved quite useful.
I also used deck screws, which are far superior to the existing nails, making this the most structurally-sound section of fence. No ghouls getting through this.
There. I did something productive. Now let me play Fallout.