Its the “Own a musket for home defense” copypasta but changed to Fallout’s universe.
I own a Gatling Laser for home defense since that’s what the Enclave intended. Four NCR tax collectors break into my house, “What in the goddamn?” As I grab my MK II Powered Combat Armor and Sprtel-Wood 9700. Blow several lasers into the first man, he’s disintegrated on the spot. Draw my Plasma Pistol on the second man, misses him entirely because it has notoriously high spread and nails the neighbor’s Cyberdog. I have to resort to the Tesla Cannon mounted atop the stairs loaded with Bulk Electron Charge Packs. “Dear old friends, remember Navarro!” The tesla vaporizes two men in the blast. The sound and extra shrapnel down a nearby Vertibird. Fix Proton Axe and charge the last terrified Tax collector. He bleeds out waiting on the Rangers to arrive since protonic wounds are impossible to stitch up. Ah, just as the Enclave intended.Own a laser musket for home defense, since that’s what the Founders of the New American dream intended. Four raiders break into my settlement. “What in the name of Liberty Prime?” I exclaim as I grab my Minuteman tricorn and crank my musket furiously. Blow a fusion-cell-sized hole through the first man, he evaporates into a pile of glowing ash. Draw my 10mm pistol on the second, miss entirely because my V.A.T.S. luck stat is garbage, and instead hit a passing bloatfly. I have to resort to the Fat Man mounted above the fireplace, loaded and ready. “Democracy is non-negotiable!” The mini-nuke turns my house and two raiders into a smoking crater, sending debris flying all the way to Diamond City. The last terrified raider stumbles back, but I fix my Revolutionary sword and charge. He bleeds out, crippled by radiation burns, waiting for a Stimpak that will never come. Just as the Sole Survivor intended.