After 6 years playing games and one year on the side lines (with “count them on the fingers of one hand” exceptions) I’ve had a relapse. And it was called Fallout 3. Now, to compare its plainness with a flat EKG would be quite gentle of me. But as it is in the human nature to adapt, I too began to grow quite fond of the repetitive
plastering level design, same 8 faces and the constancy with which the raiders tried to put a bullet pattern on my spring pre-war dress.
And so, I realized after a month of annoyed, sometimes furious but mostly frustrated play time that I shall miss its…umm, brownness.
Here’s the short story: shit hits the fan (or, to be more accurate, nukes hit the US) and all that’s left are radiation, roaches and a mirific wasteland you’ll enjoy in the next 30 hours or so.
Ok, so maybe that’s not all that survived. You, a few other people, a bunch of mutants and some ghouls (who are quite well mannered, open minded and umm…monogamous)
also go about your daily
mutations business. You start searching for your father (don’t ask) and, in the end, you’re tasked to deliver (holy) water to the wasteland (again, don’t ask). Yes, I realize while writting this how ridiculous it all sounds. But for a whole month this was close to my virtual home. So don’t blame me if the next cooked meal will be an iguana on a stick.
And now, for just a few illustrated random rants:
- If there’s one thing we can learn from Bethesda, it’s the value of recycling. Observe:
- The one lady I gave a damn about in the whole iradiated Wasteland. Agatha and her Stradivarius rule supreme.
- Not sure if this was yet again recycling or just copying the master but dear old Fawkes right here made me wanna shoot laser beams up his ass 2 minutes after I’ve gained his companionship. Minsc anyone?
- The radiation from the nuke war was detected from outer space and aliens thought this would make a lovely home. Apparently they were wrong.
And now, to get over the withdrawal symptoms finishing Fallout 3 has caused me to have I’m planning an in depth course of Mass Effect. Space, aliens, sex, guns. Perfection never seemed so close. Watching The 5th Element for the 10th time doesn’t count!