I became a prisoner of my own Fallout 4 settlement

Look, I'll admit it: I never finished Fallout 4. Before you get all uppity about that, and gather to organise my lynching, know that I finished Fallout 3. Twice, in fact. Know, also that I really did try to finish Fallout 4 (sort of). And know that it wasn’t my fault that I didn’t. After all, how could I when there was still so much work to be done rebuilding Sanctuary Hills?

Sure, the awkward, towering conglomerate of wood and corrugated metal I constructed was nowhere near as cosy as the House of Tomorrow which used to stand on this location - the one that served as my pre-apocalypse domicile - but it was the closest thing I had to a home.

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I mean, don’t get me wrong: I was relatively concerned about my missing son and everything, and sort of mourning the wife I had spent all of five minutes living with at the start of the game, but also, y’know... what if I could electrify my base and then decorate it with christmas tree lights?

Obviously, the lights and potential mayorship took precedence over any other concerns. And, as with many misguided leadership bids, it all started with the promise of a wall. I sealed off half the island, blocking invasion from the river or woods, but leaving a few ruins outside of the boundary - like feet poking out from under a well-defended duvet. Sometimes, at night, I would go and stand in one of these ruins, and drink in the sense of danger at being outside of my defensive line.