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This post is dedicated solely to deranged ramblings about Fallout 3. There may be very small spoilers.
Peoples, I had managed to stop playing Fallout 3 for a few weeks, had managed to free myself from its crackiliciousness, but I fell back into its delicious embrace on the weekend and now I crave it every waking moment. I curse it, yet love it so.
I am about two thirds of the way through the main story, but I have stopped to do the sidequests and generally muck around in the wastelands, with my followers Charon and Dogmeat trudging in tow. Thank Blarg for followers, as being the complete wuss that I am, I could not explore the buildings and other deep, dark and dank places without them. Especially the museums... holy crap, that mock vault in the Museum of Tech was creepy. ;_____; Urhh vaults - I hates them so much. My game has a glitch which prevents my sidekicks from following me into the perilous depths of the vaults, so I have to do them by myself.... I HATES THEM. *small spoiler?* I did 108 last night and for some reason my compass refused to show me where the enemies were, so I kept running into Garries unexpectedly. Thus, the one vault I was led to believe to be a bit of a laugh turned into one of the more terrifying sections of the game.
Here is a shot of my posse:
Stoopid Dogmeat refused to face the right way. My gun-toting gal is currently wearing her favourite sauntering-around-the-wasteland outfit, whilst Charon is covered head to toe cos I can't stand to look at his ghouly grossness. :P He is awesome for his a) handy-dandiness with a shotty and b) frequent Muttley-like grumblings. Dogmeat is great, but I really wish he wouldn't linger in the doorways. Weapons of choice are the sniper rifle for picking off raiders, muties and the like from a safe distance, and the chinese assault rifle and some funky laser thingy whose name escapes me for most other work. Current level is 16 and ranking is Hero of the Wastes (I can't bring myself to be evil... maybe on the next playthrough). Damn the Talon mercs though, they can go die in a fire. Or get eated by Deathclaws. Or both.
Lastly, is it wrong that I find my dad rather dashing? (Blast you and your dulcet tones, Liam Neeson.)
Peoples, I had managed to stop playing Fallout 3 for a few weeks, had managed to free myself from its crackiliciousness, but I fell back into its delicious embrace on the weekend and now I crave it every waking moment. I curse it, yet love it so.
I am about two thirds of the way through the main story, but I have stopped to do the sidequests and generally muck around in the wastelands, with my followers Charon and Dogmeat trudging in tow. Thank Blarg for followers, as being the complete wuss that I am, I could not explore the buildings and other deep, dark and dank places without them. Especially the museums... holy crap, that mock vault in the Museum of Tech was creepy. ;_____; Urhh vaults - I hates them so much. My game has a glitch which prevents my sidekicks from following me into the perilous depths of the vaults, so I have to do them by myself.... I HATES THEM. *small spoiler?* I did 108 last night and for some reason my compass refused to show me where the enemies were, so I kept running into Garries unexpectedly. Thus, the one vault I was led to believe to be a bit of a laugh turned into one of the more terrifying sections of the game.
Here is a shot of my posse:
Stoopid Dogmeat refused to face the right way. My gun-toting gal is currently wearing her favourite sauntering-around-the-wasteland outfit, whilst Charon is covered head to toe cos I can't stand to look at his ghouly grossness. :P He is awesome for his a) handy-dandiness with a shotty and b) frequent Muttley-like grumblings. Dogmeat is great, but I really wish he wouldn't linger in the doorways. Weapons of choice are the sniper rifle for picking off raiders, muties and the like from a safe distance, and the chinese assault rifle and some funky laser thingy whose name escapes me for most other work. Current level is 16 and ranking is Hero of the Wastes (I can't bring myself to be evil... maybe on the next playthrough). Damn the Talon mercs though, they can go die in a fire. Or get eated by Deathclaws. Or both.
Lastly, is it wrong that I find my dad rather dashing? (Blast you and your dulcet tones, Liam Neeson.)