Between 2005 and 2007, I made a Fallout 2 mod. Wounded Ronin's Vintage Weapon mod. To be perfectly honest I think it's one of the best mods ever made, if you love classic rifles. I still remember how people I never knew in person helped me so much from across the globe especially with the graphics, which I wouldn't have been able to do myself.

Anyway, I was just on Steam looking at their page for Fallout Tactics. I looked at the old screen caps, and all of a sudden the memories of all the time I'd spent on classic fallout hit me in the gut. It felt like a physical thing. All the time, energy, and hope I'd put into my project connected with this old game.

It was totally unexpected. Just out of the blue and random as I had simply been planning to start Steam to play Darkest Dungeon. Instead of a little bit of light recreation I had the weight of memories crash into my core.

Hello. I used to post here regularly. I don't know what possessed me to look this place up today but I'm glad to hear from a familiar name. This is one of the first internet forums I used to frequent.

It is a special place, of great power. As befits a place that evokes Shadowrun and its mix of the technological and the sacred.