Made by Monkeys

First, I encountered a bug that seems to have affected a grand total of two people — me and some other guy who fortunately posted about it on reddit. He got about two replies, one of which contained an iffy console fix. Thankfully, it worked. I tried everything in the world to fix the problem legitimately, but nothing else helped. Had it not been for that reply, I would be permanently stuck running around with Elder Maxson and unable to fast-travel. So thanks, anonymous weird internet person.

Second, the BoS ending is unintentional comedy gold. If you haven’t completed the main story with this faction, thar be spoilers here, so look away.

1. I can see why the BoS would want to destroy the Institute, but I think they must surely have smaller explosives. Their “Nuclear Option” comically blows up not only the Institute but seems to take out most of Boston in the bargain.
2. For some reason, the Brotherhood insisted that I speak to ten-year-old synth Shaun and embrace him as my son. They also insisted on spiriting him away to the Prydwen, where I can visit him whenever I want and where they can spoil him. I think they plan to keep him as a pet. Since they wanted to kill Danse, you can imagine my confusion about this. They have a more rational explanation for wanting to keep P.A.M. from the Railroad.
3. The best thing was that Maxson conferred on me the rank of Sentinel and told me that he could no longer give me orders. I read up a bit on Sentinels. It seems that this rank is exclusive to the East Coast Brotherhood and is an interim designation between Paladin and Elder. Sentinels are free agents who do whatever they want, which is very unusual in this obsessively regimented organization. The last known Sentinel was Sarah Lyons in the Capital Wasteland. Therefore, I feel very special. This circumstance gives hope to all soccer moms whose sons never played soccer but instead became 60-year-old leaders of wack-job science outfits and got killed by their mothers, who were much younger than their sons because, you know, cryostasis. Mmmm . . .

So now, at nearly level 82, I believe I will take advantage of my freedom and roam about the Wasteland, visiting places I haven’t been and having many little adventures. I have no plans to visit my artificial son and hope the Brotherhood enjoys playing with him.