Thanks for this. Been using that underground bunker since day one and its been my first stop in every playthru.
Also, did you consider doing similar to the Riverside Apartment mod by the same author? I have used it as a central work and resupply hub in all of my games. I think it could use the same work as you deployed on this.
Hi. I looked into the Riverside Apartment. The problem I see here is the combination of the plethora of things already in the apartment and the navmesh. Since it was created with all the existing furniture in mind, you can assume (I did not check) that the navmesh is leading NPCs around the existing furniture. Let's say I delete all furniture in that apartment and then you decide to put your bed exactly on the opposite side of where the existing one stands, this would probably create a situation where no NPC would be able to path to the other side, since the navmesh is now crossing exactly through your newly built bed.
Besides that it seems a lot of work... and it is not really my style - too polished, too tidy... I like the slum feeling of Fallout. Anyway... I will think about it and maybe come back to you if I do it.
Thanks for considering. I was mostly aiming for a no light mod like you did here, nothing more.
Also, I always imagined that that these two mods must have been linked at some point. The underground bunker felt like an extension of the riverside home.
When my family first moved to Roanoke, VA just under 30 years ago we stayed at an apartment complex but moved on to a house a couple of years later. As it turned out when the previous owners moved out their cat had managed to escape and was in the attic. She was utterly shy of humans, too, but with patience and food and water on the stairs, we got her weight up. Then she fled into the basement. I basically camped out there for about a week and she got to like me, got to trust me. Chessie was a beloved companion from then on for all her life.
Found cats are a thing, but it's nice to have the option. I do suggest a VIS-G option that keeps the cats, though.
A truly heartwarming story. Thanks for sharing it.
I grew up with a cat myself... he was already 7 when I was born, totally ruled our family life, couldn't imagine a single day without him. He ate potatoes, hated our neighbor, licked the sugar from cakes... and came into my bed when I couldn't sleep because I heard my parents fighting. His warm fur and slow breathing could soothe me to sleep even then. One moment I will never forget is when my father finally succeeded in making him eat normal cat food. The trick was to show the cat that my father would eat it out of the cat's bowl. That finally made the cat jealous and protecting his territory. From that day on he started eating cat food.
When I was 7, he was 14. I did not understand back then that this was old age for a cat. He was quieter and less agile than the years before. Finally he got ill - mites had nested in his ear. My mom took him to the veterinarian, but - herself being convinced of alternative medicine - she decided that some homeopathic liquid would do the trick.
One day when I got up in the morning and went to the bathroom - I was normally not the first one awake, rather a long sleeper as a kid, but that day apparently nobody had been up yet - I was screaming out in horror. Sprays of blood were reaching up to about 1 meter in height on the white tiles that covered the walls. The cat was sitting in a small puddle of blood on the ground. Apparently he had scratched his ear until he was bleeding violently and shaken his head in pain. That was what finally convinced my mom to take him to the veterinarian a second time.
When my mom came back with the cat, she was very calm. Probably the doctor had asked her what on earth had struck her mind, not dispensing the carefully dosed medicine to our cat for the last months. This time she seemed to adhere to the prescriptions. But the pain killer injection the cat had gotten at the veterinarian had "hit a nerve" as my mother explained. The cat was not the same anymore. He limped, dragging his right hind leg behind him, moving slowly, avoiding any touch, seemingly even too tired for hissing, when my brother and me tried to touch him anyway in our desperate attempts of consoling him.
The meds seemed not to have changed anything to the better. After two more weeks the cat barely moved anymore. Blood filled one of his eyes and when he slowly dragged himself around, he clumsily bumped into furniture, always resting for a minute or two before trying to slowly crawl on. Our hearts were broken. My brother and me were crying all day long. Finally my mother asked us if we would allow her to take him to the veterinarian to relieve him from his miserable life of constant pain. After crying and shouting about it for about one day we finally gave in. My mother took off with our beloved cat in a carry bag on one of the saddest days in my life. It still brings me to the verge of tears when thinking about it today - decades later. So please believe me when I say I understand what you are talking about.
I did put this plugin together however because I do not want to stumble over these cats while playing the game.
OK, I did it anyway. Since I incorporated some additional changes I also provided the possibility for only downloading a Vis-G patch - see optional files.
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Also, did you consider doing similar to the Riverside Apartment mod by the same author? I have used it as a central work and resupply hub in all of my games. I think it could use the same work as you deployed on this.
Besides that it seems a lot of work... and it is not really my style - too polished, too tidy... I like the slum feeling of Fallout.
Anyway... I will think about it and maybe come back to you if I do it.
Also, I always imagined that that these two mods must have been linked at some point. The underground bunker felt like an extension of the riverside home.
When my family first moved to Roanoke, VA just under 30 years ago we stayed at an apartment complex but moved on to a house a couple of years later. As it turned out when the previous owners moved out their cat had managed to escape and was in the attic. She was utterly shy of humans, too, but with patience and food and water on the stairs, we got her weight up. Then she fled into the basement. I basically camped out there for about a week and she got to like me, got to trust me. Chessie was a beloved companion from then on for all her life.
Found cats are a thing, but it's nice to have the option. I do suggest a VIS-G option that keeps the cats, though.
I grew up with a cat myself... he was already 7 when I was born, totally ruled our family life, couldn't imagine a single day without him. He ate potatoes, hated our neighbor, licked the sugar from cakes... and came into my bed when I couldn't sleep because I heard my parents fighting. His warm fur and slow breathing could soothe me to sleep even then.
One moment I will never forget is when my father finally succeeded in making him eat normal cat food. The trick was to show the cat that my father would eat it out of the cat's bowl. That finally made the cat jealous and protecting his territory. From that day on he started eating cat food.
When I was 7, he was 14. I did not understand back then that this was old age for a cat. He was quieter and less agile than the years before. Finally he got ill - mites had nested in his ear. My mom took him to the veterinarian, but - herself being convinced of alternative medicine - she decided that some homeopathic liquid would do the trick.
One day when I got up in the morning and went to the bathroom - I was normally not the first one awake, rather a long sleeper as a kid, but that day apparently nobody had been up yet - I was screaming out in horror. Sprays of blood were reaching up to about 1 meter in height on the white tiles that covered the walls. The cat was sitting in a small puddle of blood on the ground. Apparently he had scratched his ear until he was bleeding violently and shaken his head in pain. That was what finally convinced my mom to take him to the veterinarian a second time.
When my mom came back with the cat, she was very calm. Probably the doctor had asked her what on earth had struck her mind, not dispensing the carefully dosed medicine to our cat for the last months. This time she seemed to adhere to the prescriptions. But the pain killer injection the cat had gotten at the veterinarian had "hit a nerve" as my mother explained. The cat was not the same anymore. He limped, dragging his right hind leg behind him, moving slowly, avoiding any touch, seemingly even too tired for hissing, when my brother and me tried to touch him anyway in our desperate attempts of consoling him.
The meds seemed not to have changed anything to the better. After two more weeks the cat barely moved anymore. Blood filled one of his eyes and when he slowly dragged himself around, he clumsily bumped into furniture, always resting for a minute or two before trying to slowly crawl on.
Our hearts were broken. My brother and me were crying all day long. Finally my mother asked us if we would allow her to take him to the veterinarian to relieve him from his miserable life of constant pain. After crying and shouting about it for about one day we finally gave in. My mother took off with our beloved cat in a carry bag on one of the saddest days in my life. It still brings me to the verge of tears when thinking about it today - decades later.
So please believe me when I say I understand what you are talking about.
I did put this plugin together however because I do not want to stumble over these cats while playing the game.