I'm not trying to uggo-shame. But the Athena Tower is supposed to be a high-class place where everybody wants to live, and we've got brass trimmings. It's cheap, though shiny! Which is often the only selling point the average consumer needs.

The mirror is not usable, though it is chic, which will usually pass the 5-second Zillow visual test. Why the long shower hose? I feel like that's kind of an accessibility hazard. The tiles look to be acrylic. The wall panels seem laminate, and the walls themselves look like they're from maybe an airplane? To be clear, this is not the fault of the shitter, it's absolutely the landlord's fault (always is). Let's get the rent to reflect the reality here.

The worst part of all this is the toilet paper. Just put it on the thing, dude. If this is you, and you just plonk the tp on the spindle like a fucking entitled slob, then maybe you should take a moment and just think about yourself and your values.

The shitter itself is gorg, nothing wrong with it of course. It fits the space, and honestly, I think any of us would be delighted to make use of it. Just be careful you don't crack your head on that lighted iron ring on your way back up from the "use of it" position.

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Have you ever rolled up on a scene where someone was clearly in desperate need of first aid, because they just got hard refreshed into the cement floor by some nameless, ornery thugs? And you decided, "I don't have time for this today," and kind of skedaddled tf out of there, left that shit unresolved, figuring somebody else could get their hands dirty cleaning up whatever happened there?

Well, you're NOT alone! In fact, everybody was on that ride, doing nothing right along with you, at the Red Mile, a bar/restaurant in the Porrima system, where you can watch people race through a Takeshi's Castle-type "formidable challenge" while wagering coin against their very lives. This is the shitter in that place, and as you can see, somebody was here and not doing so great, and nobody helped them or even cleaned up after. I thought there was going to be something I could at least learn about this evidential kerfuffle, or a quest associated with, maybe about a missing person, but no. There was nothing to learn. Not a single person noticed or cared what may, or may not, have happened to this individual, whoever they were, because why should anyone put their time and energy into a situation where they weren't going to get anything out of it? Man, what's funny is, if there's one thing that interstellar radiation CAN'T change, it's human nature.

Here's a weird chair at Poseidon Energy, where a gang of raiders are stinkin' up the joint. It seems this raider boss was simply in love with Glory, the free synth babe with rocker hair, and wished for her to be his queen.

So this place is just called "Compound", and it's in a fucking culvert within some part of the municipal water system. The people from Covenant hate synths so much they built a little jail in here and they use it to weed out the synths from the LTN. If you're so confident in your robot-hating credo that you based an entire town around, why are you hiding in the culvert. Anyway this is the wilson they left out for the synth. The "Compound W", if you will. Along with that is a full-on mongrel leg, which is just so appetizing, it's difficult to believe it remained untouched. Is this here as a test? I wonder if synths mime the act of squatting over the bucket.

The city of Paradis is nothing like what its name implies. It's like Lord of the Flies up in this bitch. The minute Claviger Eamond bit the big one, the city swarmed to loot his mansion. Here's his chamber pot, they left that behind. Even though it's a really one! These commoners wouldn't know quality if it smacked them on the ass.

Snaps. I think I once crossed paths with her

The story of Vault 75 is fucked up, as you might have surmised by the word "Vault" in its name. Short story: This is in the basement of a middle school, and the people that were once in this vault were part of some genetic harvesting program. Now it's a squat spot for Gunners. This first shitter belongs to the Gunner Commander. It's suuuuper nice, lots of original flooring, a curtain on the shower (which is very princely of this small-time gang capo), and a fucking newspaper towel, which baffles me every time I see it. You know this bitch isn't reading.

Second picture is, I guess, the softer side of raiders. They just all miss the puppy. You know, the one they all knew at some point in their lives? and they gather here to talk about it. Meanwhile, they also put chain collars on adult dogs and train them to attack normal people, so I don't know how effective this group DBT actually is.

Monsignor Plaza is a galleria of a sort out in Cambridge. It has a lot of shops, and the interior looks insane, like it was trying to be an al fresco market square, indoors. Don't get me wrong, it's a good time. I definitely bought J Crew here once. But, if you tried to buy J Crew here in 2287, you'd be shit outta luck and not only because the J Crew branch at Monsignor Plaza closed over 260 years prior.

You would find this shitter, though that looks like a transplant, does it not? It doesn't look like where a shitter was originally intended to go and appears to have been placed here by "occupants", lord only knows who as I'm sure Monsignor Plaza of 2287 changes gang ownership regularly. It's certainly being used by the current occupants, likely not being cleaned by them.

As impressed as I am by the filthy privacy barrier, can you imagine the conversation that went on while they were arranging this space? "Yeah stack these torture cages along this wall, definitely wanna feed the dog right fucking there, and when I'm at this armor workbench, I want to be within plain viewing distance of the crapper." Whatever. For all I know this place had way more interior partitions once upon a time, and these geniuses tore them all down to roll blunts with the drywall paper.

This seaside retreat, where the Nakano family lives, is right at the very edge of the Commonwealth. Since making a name for yourself as a Diamond City gumshoe, you've left yourself open to the punishment of requests from all kinds of people, including the Nakanos, who have misplaced their child and expect you to find her. Their adult child, who is perfectly capable of making her own choices and going wherever she pleases. Even if those choices and places entail rerolling her identity as a synth, which is a fad that is sort of like 'going emo', but for 2287 CE.

I did decide to go find out where Kasumi went and how she was doing, but I did it for the thrill of adventure, and not to manually correct Kasumi's fate. She has every right to pursue whatever life she wants, even if that pursuit is stupid and sucks ass.

Just so you know, she's not a synth (if you don't believe me, just save your game, blast her between the eyes, and search her corpse for a synth component), although Kasumi herself is hardly shocked at all when you don't even have to tell her twice. She's kind of relieved, because the synth town of Acadia is hard-core lame, and she's a little bitter about having come all the way out here for a place with no running water and no shitters. Which are both pretty important for humans!

Anyway this is the pretty powder room she left behind to hang out with DiMA, the 6-ft tall, fragile, leathery, synth cult leader freak who looks like Jean-Luc Picard with a bunch of Edison bulbs sprouting out of his skull. It doesn't take a ton of convincing to get Kasumi to return to this cheerful coastal haven, where the comfort of this shitter awaits. But not before Kasumi offers, out of nowhere, to personally destroy DiMA's reputation and burn Acadia to the ground.

I found this place in the Emerald Stair that has a curious structure 'round back. Nothing was in this area that would indicate what it was used for, so we have to make assumptions. It doesn't look like others I've found, and yet, my shitter-sense was tingling. It sure looks like a shitter, but each of these little "stalls" are uniformly about a foot and a half wide, which pretty much flies in the face of everything about this game's extremely diverse body type assortment. I don't think any humanoid is this narrow, other than maybe the animated corpses that sometimes do manual labor. I suppose you could store those guys in here, but I don't think that's how it works. I think those dudes just kind of collapse into a puddle when they're no longer useful anymore.

Furthermore, none of these cubbies have doors. They only have little nondescript clips on the outer frames that look like they're for maybe a candle to stick into. Even if they did have doors, how could you close them, because they're'd be no place for your legs to go. Also, those aren't really chamber pots. They're kind of spittoons almost, or possibly pots for dirt. Maybe it's for growing mushrooms??

It could be that maybe this is a storage spot for farming equipment, and there was just nothing here. Like in that little shed structure, I imagine you could easily fit the RYOBI 40V HP Brushless Whisper Series 16" Front Tine Tiller. And you'd still have room for the RYOBI 10" Pole Saw, Brush-Cutter, Hedge Trimmer, and Tiller Attachments (I imagine you'd affix them to the wall using an array of RYOBI Link Power 50lb Capacity Tool Hooks compatible with the RYOBI Link Modular Storage System). Who can say for certain, for this farm was indeed abandoned. Perhaps one day, we determine its true nature but for now it remains ... INCONCLUSIVE.

Since our recent update, some areas of this place went to crap. I am aware of it, and actively tinkering at fixes. It's mostly rollovers not functioning properly, but also some tags are broken. Other stuff as well, I'm sure. It's a rolling log that keeps steaming with opportunity! We thank you for your patience! Please look forward to the stuff that's not working now to be working in the near future.