I spent thirty minutes meticulously arranging every weapon I owned into a kickass display on the shelf in my Megaton house. Then I went out and bought a theme, came back and cried for an additional thirty minutes when I saw all my weapons were on the floor and had been replaced by grungy dishware and rusted tin cans.
Alternatively, I saw some raiders wire a woman with explosives and blow her up, so I went in, killed them all, removed all their limbs and heads, piled the torsos together in a bloody heap, set them on fire, and dumped the limbs and heads in the river. Raider bastards.
Oh! One more! I beat a Super Mutant Master in a fistfight. Naked. That was fun.
Alternatively, I saw some raiders wire a woman with explosives and blow her up, so I went in, killed them all, removed all their limbs and heads, piled the torsos together in a bloody heap, set them on fire, and dumped the limbs and heads in the river. Raider bastards.
Oh! One more! I beat a Super Mutant Master in a fistfight. Naked. That was fun.