A Stupid Of Supermutants
I expect everyone has locations that they generally try and avoid. Big John's Salvage. Quincy Ruins. Murkwater Construction. One of mine is Revere Beach Station. Not the station so much - I can do that on auto-pilot - but the raiders camped outside on the broadwalk. They're tough, and well placed and difficult to sneak up on, and the fast travel point drops you right into the middle of them.
On this occasion, the problem is amplified by my having a new toon. Poindexter is an uber-nerd build, max Int and End ("If nothing else he can take a beating") and some points in strength. He's fun to play, but he's not the combat monster that Debs was and he keeps getting in over his head. In consideration of that tendency, and the fact that this is his first visit to Revere, I'm taking thing nice and slow.
I come in from County Crossing. I'm working on getting Preston's perk, so Mister 1776 is tagging along. I work round the back of the beachfront shops, killing the two girls in the apartment over the snack-bar (and now I feel like a serial killer) and then I work my way down the row. There's couple of raiders watching the next alley down. Without blitz, I can't kill them without raising a fuss, but I eventually manage to get them dead and run off into the night leaving the other raiders to throw grenades at shadows. Or possibly Garvey; it's hard to say for certain.
I wait for the excitement to die down a little, and then go snooping off again. I shoot out a searchlight and I'm just wondering if I can get away with a more direct approach when I turn a corner and run straight into a suit of power armour, batteries and angry raider most definitely included.
I give it all I've got, and sadly reflect that I'm going to need to do some work if I hope to do more than scratch his paintwork with my dinky little serrated switchblade. Then he gives it all he's got... "Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" Nerd rage triggers and since I don't think I can kill him quickly I use the slow time to best advantage by legging it, spamming the stimpack button as I go. I get out of his line of sight and hide, once again waiting for the fuss to die down a little. Power amour boy is going to need some thinking about.
Anyway, I head down toward the far end of the row, and that's when a possible solution presents itself. At the end of the road, there is a Stupid Of Supermutants (I hereby poclaim "stupid" to be the official collective noun for supermutants) plodding along the road. At first I duck back to let them move on, but it seems they're patrolling for some reason that probably makes sense if you're a supermutant.
And so my plan is formed. I fire a 10mm round at one of the mutes then turn and run. back up the ways I pop my head out of an alley and snap another one at a raider. "Hey! Over here!" and then pull back, run back away from the mutants and raiders both and wait for all hell to break loose.
I'm still waiting a couple of minutes later Preston "Hahaha" Garvey comes trotting back. Surely he can't have killed all those mutants single handed? Well, as it turns out, no he can't. It seems that he had a bit scuffle with them, got knocked on his ass and when he recovered he came back to see what i was doing. The mutants have forgotten all about him (let alone me) and apparently I ducked back too fast for the raiders to work out where I was. There's nothing worse than thinking of a clever plan only to have it fail because the other participants were too stupid to be played for fools.
So, let's try this again: back down to the end of the road, fire a potshot at the stupid, another one halfway back up the road to make sure I still have their attention, and then I run though the alley, and through the middle of the raiders on the broadwalk. I don't bother trying to shoot anyone this time, I'm too busy running for dear life. At the end of the row, I duck down behind the fallen cola machine and examine the result of my kiting.
This time there seem to be a number of explosions going off. I can't see the source, but there are regular shock-waves coming from one of the side alleys. If the plan hasn't worked then Preston is giving an uncommonly good account of himself is all I can say.
Eventually the fuss dies down again so I sneak on back to see what carnage I have wrought. Not much, on first glance. There's even a raider still alive firing into the the cafe/amusement joint that the raiders seem to use as a clubhouse. I poke a few holes in the raider, then stick my head into the cafe and find myself nose-to-navel with the mutant he was shooting at. I stab the mutant as well (wouldn't want anyone to think i was playing favourites) and then find another member of the stupid upstairs. Slice, slice, slice. All in all that seemed to have gone quite well.
So why is my compass still showing [DANGER], Will Robinson? Well, it turns out that I missed one. Out in the lifeguard's hut there's a legendary butcher. Probably he was thinking about mixing blood and sand so he could play at sandcastles and didn't notice the shooting and bleeding and dying going on behind him. I suppose if you're a supermutant you probably get used to that, to be fair. Taking due note of his "Legendary" status I pop some psychojet and bufftats, along with some med-x. I won't bore you with a blow-by-blow account; suffice it to say I ended up chugging a quantum as well before the brute finally fell over. And what do I get for my trouble? A sprinter's metal shinguard and an unwanted dependency on psycho. Oh well, it was still more fun than doing the raiders myself.
And that was pretty much it. The cafe was filled with dead raiders, most of them probably taken out by a suicider who I didn't know was there until I found his scattered remains. Power armour guy was dead in an alley, but seems to have taken out three or four mutants before he fell. Oh, and there's another mutant out back, apparently auditioning for the lead in a remake of "Tommy". I shoot the deaf, dumb, blind mutant in the back. That'll teach him not to play with his mean pin balls...
So now I'm wondering just how big that stupid was. I mean there must have been eight or nine of them by the time I add up all the bodies. Plus bits of suicider all over the place. I mean what did I do? Did I interrupt the Revere Satellite Array annual works picnic or something?
Revere Beach Station. It's never going to be my favourite place, but at least it's never dull.
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