Fallout: New Vegas
This is Nathan Savage, a great-great-great-and-so-on descendant of Adam Savage. The hat and glasses have obviously been passed down through the generations. He's also inherited his progenitor's knack for Repair and Science, with a side order of Explosives.
Under the cut are vague spoilers for living arrangements, companions, and factions. Nothing that should give too much away, though!
Nathan needs a home! But this looks like a dreadful place.
That's more like it.
Home sweet home!
Let's check out the neighborhood. Here are some friendly Elvis-impersonating folk!
Stalwart, badass sniper-companion Boone gets to know the neighbors.
Up in my swanky suite, Arcade seems to be sad that there's no Nuka-Cola in the fridge. I'm sorry, Arcade, I'll try to remember to pick some up from the body of a gang member that Boone has just scoped and dropped from five hundred yards next time I'm out.
Either that or he's a narcoleptic. Hi, Arcade! Sup.
Wandering around the Wasteland with Boone, in the dark, in a dust storm.
He hates when I make him pose for photos. Like when you were a kid, and your parents insisted that you go visit the World's Largest Pine-cone or something and take a picture for the family album, and you better smile, or we're not getting ice cream. I'll make it up to you, Boone. We'll go kill whatever's in that bunker.
It's the Brotherhood of Steel! Well, much as I like their philosophy, the quest line compels me. Boone and I are on the stairs to the right, and one of us has just triggered one of the critical hit cinematic.
"Critical Strike". I set the room on fire. I think we're done here, Boone! Oh, and look around for some Nuka-Cola, I promised Arcade.