A weekend trip to a Fallout gathering in Goodsprings, Nevada turned into a reminder of why the game has been my refuge, my metaphor, and sometimes my lifeline.
Empathy, Pain, and a Midnight Scorched Attack
A 3:30 a.m. flare-up turns into an unexpected lesson in empathy, pain management, and the strange parallels between real-life recovery and surviving the Wasteland. Sometimes even nurses need a refresher in giving a damn.
Toddlers, Tantrums, and the Temptation of the Wasteland
Even in the Fallout universe, the monsters are easier to deal with than the ones outside your front door. A veteran’s reflection on civility, escapism, and the urge to leave the nursery behind.
Well, Hell—Someone Said It Better
A shared post worth stealing: a veteran’s reflection that captures everything from bad coffee to unbreakable bonds. Sometimes the words that hit hardest aren’t your own—they just remind you who you are.