That Cracking Noise You Just Heard . . .

Jul 16, 2008 09:43

Was me clicking the "pre-order" button for this game hard enough to crush the desk under the mangled remains of my mouse.


Please note that the robot seems confused about what to do with the power tool attachment. Also Father's face while the Vault Tec rep. is discussing the future with Daughter.

Since the first Fallout game, I've found their incongruity of Mad Max post-apocalyptic bleakness with 50's kitsch and pop culture well worth the price of admission. I'm already asking myself the heavy questions:

Do I want to play like my first run at game 1? Go all out with Mad Max leathers and shoulder armor, trade in any gun that doesn't look like Decker's Blade Runner pistol, reload any save that keeps my dog alive? Or is it time to go Brotherhood of Steel? Powered armor, miniguns, paranoid racist propaganda, wholesale slaughter. Maybe I'll just headshot some Brothers and take their stuff . . .

Good thing I broke down and bought that 360.

video game, indulgence

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