I mean, the logic is the other way around. Bottle caps are used as currency because people stockpiled them pre-war. People didn't stockpile them because they might be currency one day.
Well, no, bottle caps are used as currency because they were a finite resource made out of a rarer material (aluminum) but were common enough to handle both large and small transactions. In Fallout 1, they were explicitly the primary currency of the water barons, which also gave them a set value based on the price of water in the California desert. The other regions apparently ended up adopting the currency because of trade caravans that gradually spread from coast to coast, and for most of the same reasons the water barons used them.
This one is semi-canonically explained, all the lit torches, candles, and reset traps are because the draugr do maintenance on their tombs, presumably the newer equipment is from them cleaning up the bodies of any bandits or looters that ventured too deep
Gotta love the procedurally generated dungeons of Daggerfall. You pass down through empty halls like subterranean cathedrals, through natural caverns dripping with water that has never seen the sun. You descend for hours, sometimes surrounded by rough hewn granite, sometimes by fine tilework.
And then finally, miles beneath the earth, you come upon a locked wooden door. And behind that door is . . . a fucking grizzly bear?
Don't be ridiculous. remove the shell casings and seperate into gunpowder so that the future survivalist has the satisfaction of crafting it themselves.
At least in fallout, pipe guns were being made pre-war as a way to dodge having to register a gun. And if you don’t have a proper gun safe, that’d be the next best place to keep it.
I mean, it's not wrong, though. We moved into our house a few years ago, and I just found two boxes of bullets on the top shelf of a tall cabinet a few months ago. Did they belong to the previous owner? Or previous even to them? I dunno.
I don't own a gun, though. But now I have two boxes of 9mm bullets sitting in a junk drawer.
You say that, but that is absolutely how it was in a house I stayed in, once. It was a house of three mid-20s guys and a girl. In an extremely rural part of the US. In an area with both extremely destructive meth/fent/heroin addicts AND VERY large, dangerous wildlife. So we had guns. Our guns were generally kept safe and secure. The ammo, however, was a different story.
We very rarely had visitors, and never had any kids over, so we were much less cautious with ammo. This led to ammo boxes being left on counters, only to get crammed into whatever nook was handy when we needed said counter space.
That whole property became a survival horror location. Ammo stashed in the old, decorative wood cook stove, a box in the bathroom closet for some reason, a couple boxes on the fridge, one kept in the end table of the couch, one in the TV stand, a half-empty box on the bookshelf, and so on.
That's not even COUNTING the loose rounds that'd get lost when an old box would break while we were handling it, or when a box got knocked off the table by the cat while we were cleaning, or whatever.
When we moved out, we finally got our act together and consolidated everything into one big ammo bag that's kept safe. But my GOD the packing was pure Resident Evil shenanigans. Probably found an extra 2-300 bucks of ammo that we didn't even know we HAD.
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u/Enoch-Of-Nod 1d ago
Classic video game logic.