#miniature-dioramas

#miniature-dioramas

Fallout never lets go of Nuka-Cola. You can be ankle deep in irradiated sludge, low on ammo, and still your brain pings when you see that red script on a rusted machine. The games trained everyone to read those machines as little probability engines. Maybe caps, maybe chems, maybe a ghoul behind the door. That association sticks. You see Nuka-Cola now and your fingers almost reach for the VATS key out of habit.