How One Brave Dad Used Fallout 76 to Teach His Son to Bully Queers

Luis Castillo
Daily Stormer
November 4, 2018

Internet racism is not always easy.

Every day, we have to see first-hand the brutality our people suffer from these bestial forms of Nature – the rapes, the murders, the drugs – this whole Jewish culture of sluttery and AIDS. Waking up to the reality we face is the only way we’re going to survive, but it’s not without growing pains.

I’ve seen things, man. You know what I’m talking about.

You’ve seen them, too.

That’s why I wanted to bring you this beautiful story of how a father and son grew closer by hating on spics, niggers, arabs and Jews, and bullying queers through the Internet.

Racism is about sharing your culture with the people you love.


Bethesda has a messaging problem with Fallout 76. The issue is simple: Fallout games are typically single player experiences. Fallout 76 can only be played online with a group of twenty players bouncing around the giant map.

Some single player fans have balked at the idea that they might have to share their beloved Waste with strangers. To assuage players’ fears that they might be thrown into the toxic mire that hides in certain corners of the online gaming community, Bethesda has issued repeated statements that players can play singly, ignoring others if they wish. Just pretend the scary strangers aren’t there, Bethesda seems to be saying.

Last night during the PS4 beta, I learned in the hardest, most dramatic way possible that I will indeed be ignoring others (or at least only playing with my friends). But pretending the scary strangers weren’t there was not an option available to me. If what I experienced last night is representative of the player base that will be bouncing around in Fallout 76, I want no part of it.

My love for the Fallout franchise is deep and abiding. I have a Vault Boy figurine on my desk at work. I am one of those guys that lounges around all weekend in a Vault Boy t-shirt. The delicate mixture of lost innocence and dark humor that pervades the fallen United States in the Fallout universe clicks with me on every level.

This isn’t the author, but I imagine everyone who lounges around all weekend in a Vault Boy t-shirt has the same soy look on their face.

I made arrangements with my wife to put the kids to bed so I would be able to play uninterrupted for the four hour duration of the beta. I loaded the client earlier in the day to be certain that there were no last minute patches that might delay my start. Settling on the sofa with a soda water and a bag of peanuts, I was ready to go.

Firstly, men do not “make arrangements” with their wives to put their kids to bed. They tell their wives to put their kids to bed – or if their kids are big, they just tell their kids to go to bed.

This isn’t aggressive, it’s calm and structured. If you have a job, your boss doesn’t “make arrangements” for you to do things, he just tells you calmly to do them – and you do them because he pays you money. This is how things work. If you have a wife or kids, they cost you money – so if you can’t just tell them what to do, you’re taking shit from people who depend on you.

Secondly, change out soda water for some kind of hard liquor, and you’re almost back up to the acceptable range of testosterone levels.

The opening cinematic began playing, and I watched with rapt interest, delighted to have a small bit of early Fallout lore filled in for me. The cinematic dynamically shifts into the character creator, one of my favorite parts of the overall Fallout experience.

I usually take about 45 minutes fussing around with the various levers and menus until I have things just right. I usually do this just for myself, but this time other people would be seeing my character, so I planned on being even more meticulous with my design. Snuggling my blanket more tightly around my legs, I gripped my DualShock and sat up a little straighter.

I wonder if he also usually spends 45 minutes in front of the mirror in the morning brushing his hair, plucking his eyebrows and putting on his makeup?

Would that be better or worse than doing the same thing in a video game?

” Hey!” a voice boomed from my speakers. ” Hey you retard! You need to make a white man, you hear me? A. White. Man.

[Note to readers: I would not normally use the word “retard” in my writing. If you were shocked by it, so was I. I will be using Mad-Lib style brackets for the rest of my story, leaving it to you to fill in the blanks.]

I sat stunned for a moment, looking confused around the living room. Had Bethesda implemented some ”white man only” policy that I was unaware of? No, of course not. This was simply the voice of some other Fallout player who also happened to be making his character, being piped directly into my home through the magic of Fallout 76.

The demographics of video-game consumption in the West is effectively a “White man only” policy.

” No!” the awful voice continued. “That is not a white man! That is a [swear word] [derogatory term for someone of Middle Eastern descent].”

” It’s not!” the voice of a young child insisted. My heart froze. ” It’s not a [derogatory term for someone of Middle Eastern descent]. It is a white man.”

“That is no white man!” the older voice insisted. ” Boy, you might as well make a [swear word] [swear word] [derogatory term for someone with African heritage]. Do you want to be running around this [swear word] game as a [swear word] [derogatory term for someone of Middle Eastern descent]?”


Almost brings a tear to my eye.

Once we’ve deported all the Jews to Mexico, I hope we can all teach our sons to appreciate their heritage by bonding over internet racism, while their mothers silently prepare sandwiches outside of the camera shot.

My jaw on the ground, I began fumbling around with the controller, seeking a way to mute the awful scene that was playing out in a living room somewhere else in the United States. I did not know if the terrible man that was haranguing his poor child was aware that everyone could hear him. I don’t know if he would have cared. I did know that my wife had my kids in the next room watching Trolls on an iPad, and I didn’t want them hearing this.

“Get that hook nose off of there,” the world’s worst father hollered into my home. “He looks like a [swear word] [derogatory term for a Jewish person].”

“He looks like a fucking kike, Timmy.”

Sighing, I picked up the remote and muted my sound. I dejectedly created my bogus-looking character in about 90 seconds, and entered Vault 76. As soon as I was able to, I entered the options menu and silenced the other players so I could turn my sound back up. I kept them silenced for the duration of my four hour play period.

A few other players showed up in my iteration of Vault 76. I ignored them. As soon as I was out into the open world, I brought up the map to see that most of the other players were gathering around the next quest marker. I set out in the exact opposite direction.

After I settled down, I had a great time in the wastes of West Virginia. I explored the depths of a mine, forged some cool weapons, and got overwhelmed by a train of ghouls that were dumped on my by another player fleeing the pharmaceutical office building I was exploring. After the majority of players cleared out of the quest point, I meandered over to continue the main quest line. By myself.

Children need to be taught from a young age about the dangers posed to them by negroes, mestizos, Arabs, Jews, and the mentally handicapped. If they are not educated about these dangers, they could be killed, robbed, sold drugs to, blown up in a terrorist attack, convinced to die for Israel, or drooled on.

Since the Jew-controlled media and schools will not teach them these valuable lessons, it’s the responsibility of fathers to pass this knowledge down from generation to generation.

Children should also be taught the importance of cyber-bullying, so they can learn how to use the power of words to send blanket-hugging crybabies to go play alone in a corner, and kill monsters with other cool people on the Internet – and not with pearl-clutching queers like Eric Hauter.

Your children are your future.

Make sure you raise them right.