A quick trip to celebrate a family graduation turned into an unexpected rescue mission when two wastelanders discovered a lonely Yorkshire Terrier abandoned at a remote Utah rest area. Sometimes doing the right thing is as simple as refusing to leave someone behind.
After returning from the Wasteland Jamboree in Flatwoods, West Virginia, Leigh reflects on Fallout community, Gen X independence, “feral” childhoods, and why learning to make your own decisions might have been one of the greatest gifts a generation received.
Costco isn’t just shopping—it’s sensory overload, entitlement, and PTSD triggers wrapped in bulk pricing. When the world gets loud, the wasteland and a reclaimed van offer a different kind of escape.
Sometimes I joke that Fallout is cheaper than therapy. That’s not entirely fair — therapy is doing its job — but Fallout does something different. It gives my brain a place to land. When the world feels loud, hostile, and unpredictable, the wasteland is oddly structured. There are rules. There are objectives. There is a …
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