Sorry, I haven't read any of the earlier comments, because I don't want to ruin my game. I just want to say how great this game is. It's got to have one of the thickest, most rewarding atmospheres I've experienced in ages. The ridiculous amount of detail scattered across the gameworld lends itself very well to exploration. I've so far basically just done a couple of very early quests and have mostly been exploring the far northern regions. I'll spot something off in the distance and then spend ages trudging towards it, in the hope that there's a friendly face to be found. I'll then inevitably run across some raiders or a Super Mutant... or worse. I'm a pretty good shot, and I've scavenged a fair bit of ammo, so I can come out of most scraps in one piece.
I found a bed in a truck balanced on a broken highway, way up in the desolate north reaches. In the distance were a few faded silhouettes of what looked like a satellite array. Something that survived the blast anyway. Maybe there'd be a bed, some ammo and a source of caps... I trudged up the highway for a couple of minutes before I noticed an odd pile of burnt out cars in the hills to the west. I'm out of stimpacks, so maybe I'll hit a friendly scavenger, or get lucky and find a nice cache. I climbed off the highway to investigate. As I got closer, I noticed some red dots in my compass. My heightened sense of perception was warning me of danger. Dropping into a crouch, I moved alongside the nearest stack of cars. I pulled out my faithful hunting rifle and poked my head around the corner. One raider... no, three. They hadn't spotted me yet, so I took them by surprise. I dropped into VATS and carefully took aim. One shot to the head each, and they'll have never seen me coming.
A loud bang, and the first bullet took the guys head clean off, leaving a bloody stump falling in slow motion towards the ground. The second one turned towards me just in time for a bullet right between the eyes. His head was crippled, but he was still coming towards me. In a blind rage. Hehe. Leaving him for later, I turned towards the third raider, looked down the sights, and shot a hot .32 right into the side of a burnt out cruiser. With my action points spent, I spun back around into cover. My poor brain damaged victim pulled around the corner, brandishing a knife.
What's that matey? Bringing a knife to a gun fight? Tsk. Sure, it's the apocalypse and everything, and your local gun-a-rama might not have the wide selection of quality death dealing weaponry you desire, but a knife? You've taken the time to carefully fashion a quite ugly helmet, covered in spikes and motorcycle goggles, which I should note did very little to protect you from my carefully placed bullet, but you couldn't be bothered with anything more than a knife? Not a very good raider, really. To be fair, I did damage his cerebral cortex, so I guess I should be impressed that he can still find me, let alone see me. Bam, splat, head a-splode. Now I just have to deal with the third one. I ran around the other side of my burnt out cover and pop the third raider in the head. She collapsed next to their fire. There was a little hut there, more of a corrugated iron windbreaker really. I thought I spotted some ammo boxes. Yummy. Hopefully I could replenish my dry assault rifle. Maybe they'll even have some parts I need for the makeshift weapon I'd found schematics for. Then the missile hit me.
A fourth raider was somehow balanced on top of the cars, brandishing a missile launcher and yelling obscenities at me. Not unfairly, considering I'd just killed her three friends. She'd nearly blown both my legs off, so I could barely crawl into cover before the white splash from a second missile dropped my remaining health right down to the wire. Then I heard a growl. A scrangy dog, all skin and bones and maniacal hunger, was charging at me, ready to rip my throat out. Normally they wouldn't be much trouble, but in that state, a single bite from it would've be enough to put me in the ground. Or in it's stomach. I pulled out my shotgun, and waited for it to get close. With a little luck, I could blow it's head clean off. I didn't have to. A missile swept down by me and scattered the pieces of the dog a hundred feet across the wastes.
That's when it struck me. She was terrified. The raider lived in a tiny makeshift hut with three other people, desperately trying to claw a life out of the passing travellers they could maim, rob and eat. There couldn't be many, this far out. You were almost a good days walk from the closest town, and that was through the regular hazards of mirelurks, mole rats and whatever else lurked out there. I'd just taken away her family, her friends. She was stuck on the top of stacked, burnt out monuments to the decadence and joy that would forever be denied to her, that were so far beyond her comprehension. In the background, elevated highways criss-crossed the dead hills, shattered and useless monuments to a lost freedom. The sun was setting, and she was lit with a warm glow. I popped out of cover and shot her three times in the head.
Her head fell off and rolled down the makeshift steps that led up to the platform she was on. I crawled over and picked up my missile launcher. Level Up, my HUD triumphantly announced. But wait, why wasn't it offering me my points? Spinning around, I noticed a small red dot on the compass. I peered over from my vantage point, and saw a pair of hulking yellow bodies stomping my way. Super Mutants. One of them pulled out a rifle, the other pulled out a minigun. I lifted the missile launcher to my shoulder and took aim.
I found a bed in a truck balanced on a broken highway, way up in the desolate north reaches. In the distance were a few faded silhouettes of what looked like a satellite array. Something that survived the blast anyway. Maybe there'd be a bed, some ammo and a source of caps... I trudged up the highway for a couple of minutes before I noticed an odd pile of burnt out cars in the hills to the west. I'm out of stimpacks, so maybe I'll hit a friendly scavenger, or get lucky and find a nice cache. I climbed off the highway to investigate. As I got closer, I noticed some red dots in my compass. My heightened sense of perception was warning me of danger. Dropping into a crouch, I moved alongside the nearest stack of cars. I pulled out my faithful hunting rifle and poked my head around the corner. One raider... no, three. They hadn't spotted me yet, so I took them by surprise. I dropped into VATS and carefully took aim. One shot to the head each, and they'll have never seen me coming.
A loud bang, and the first bullet took the guys head clean off, leaving a bloody stump falling in slow motion towards the ground. The second one turned towards me just in time for a bullet right between the eyes. His head was crippled, but he was still coming towards me. In a blind rage. Hehe. Leaving him for later, I turned towards the third raider, looked down the sights, and shot a hot .32 right into the side of a burnt out cruiser. With my action points spent, I spun back around into cover. My poor brain damaged victim pulled around the corner, brandishing a knife.
What's that matey? Bringing a knife to a gun fight? Tsk. Sure, it's the apocalypse and everything, and your local gun-a-rama might not have the wide selection of quality death dealing weaponry you desire, but a knife? You've taken the time to carefully fashion a quite ugly helmet, covered in spikes and motorcycle goggles, which I should note did very little to protect you from my carefully placed bullet, but you couldn't be bothered with anything more than a knife? Not a very good raider, really. To be fair, I did damage his cerebral cortex, so I guess I should be impressed that he can still find me, let alone see me. Bam, splat, head a-splode. Now I just have to deal with the third one. I ran around the other side of my burnt out cover and pop the third raider in the head. She collapsed next to their fire. There was a little hut there, more of a corrugated iron windbreaker really. I thought I spotted some ammo boxes. Yummy. Hopefully I could replenish my dry assault rifle. Maybe they'll even have some parts I need for the makeshift weapon I'd found schematics for. Then the missile hit me.
A fourth raider was somehow balanced on top of the cars, brandishing a missile launcher and yelling obscenities at me. Not unfairly, considering I'd just killed her three friends. She'd nearly blown both my legs off, so I could barely crawl into cover before the white splash from a second missile dropped my remaining health right down to the wire. Then I heard a growl. A scrangy dog, all skin and bones and maniacal hunger, was charging at me, ready to rip my throat out. Normally they wouldn't be much trouble, but in that state, a single bite from it would've be enough to put me in the ground. Or in it's stomach. I pulled out my shotgun, and waited for it to get close. With a little luck, I could blow it's head clean off. I didn't have to. A missile swept down by me and scattered the pieces of the dog a hundred feet across the wastes.
That's when it struck me. She was terrified. The raider lived in a tiny makeshift hut with three other people, desperately trying to claw a life out of the passing travellers they could maim, rob and eat. There couldn't be many, this far out. You were almost a good days walk from the closest town, and that was through the regular hazards of mirelurks, mole rats and whatever else lurked out there. I'd just taken away her family, her friends. She was stuck on the top of stacked, burnt out monuments to the decadence and joy that would forever be denied to her, that were so far beyond her comprehension. In the background, elevated highways criss-crossed the dead hills, shattered and useless monuments to a lost freedom. The sun was setting, and she was lit with a warm glow. I popped out of cover and shot her three times in the head.
Her head fell off and rolled down the makeshift steps that led up to the platform she was on. I crawled over and picked up my missile launcher. Level Up, my HUD triumphantly announced. But wait, why wasn't it offering me my points? Spinning around, I noticed a small red dot on the compass. I peered over from my vantage point, and saw a pair of hulking yellow bodies stomping my way. Super Mutants. One of them pulled out a rifle, the other pulled out a minigun. I lifted the missile launcher to my shoulder and took aim.
Comment