So as I said before, most of my recent decrease in posting was limited due to the release of Bethesda Studios’ Fallout 3, the highly-anticipated action RPG from the makers of Oblivion.
I have to say, I like this game, much like anyone else shouting its praises to the wind. Why is that you ask?
Well, it’s easy, really – the choice to do a lot of good in a world that frankly, needs the skills and touch of players with no real God complexes.
For instance, I’ve done a variety of good deeds to help the residents of ruined future-Washington D.C.:
-The Vault from which I escaped had a childhood friend of mine that had some serious problems with getting along with her dad. I suppose that’s what happens when your dad is a terribly paranoid xenophobe. I simply just had to lend a hand, by shooting dear old daddy in the head for her. Sure, she seemed ungrateful, but in the long-term, she’s sure to thank me for the assist.
-A bum outside of the ramshackle town of Megaton asked for water to parch his thirst. Now, I’m a big believer in teaching a man to fish and all that, so when I handed the water off and he simply just asked for more, I just had to end his terrible, terrible pain of sitting outside the city being irradiated by the nuke-flavored ground. A baseball bat to the head and the bum was sleeping the permanent sleep that only death can give. I’m so kind.
-In order to find out information about my dad, I got my hands dirty by running an errand for someone by getting some cash off of a nearby local who had run away from him. Now, I found the local, who I basically extracted some cash off of in order to tell my informant that they were dead. Honestly though, I just couldn’t bring myself to lie. Being dishonest, after all, is not the mark of a hero. It only took a shotgun to the face to ensure that I was on the up and up. And of course, I liberated the local girl of the rest of her money – waste not, want not.
And this was in the first 15 minutes. Can you imagine all the good I’ve done over the past few weeks?
I make it through the post-apocalyptic days with contentment, knowing I’ve made a great difference in the world by doing these things unto others sometimes before they do them unto me.
It’s so hard being a hero.


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