Editor's note:
Continuing my retrospective look at Fallout 3, I remind my readers why the wasteland brings out the worst in me. Head over to the "Gaming" section if you want to read more Fallout 3 related stuff.
I still faintly recall the somewhat disgusting Russian dude living elsewhere. He calls himself as a "playboy." I will take care of him soon enough.
Related: Fallout 3: proof my conscience comes in shades of grey
Two ghouls in an abandoned metro station operating a drug lab. Some things never change, post apocalypse or not. This is still a vivid memory for me, 10 years after Fallout 3. They let me in on a deal. I find them some raw materials for their lab and they cut me some of the profits.
What? You want Sudafed? You want me to go traipsing around for cough medicine for your drug lab?
I'll tell you what I think of your drug lab.
One shotgun shell later and one of the ghouls was a head shorter. Eager to try out my new laser rifle, I reduced his accomplice to a pile of dust.
Continuing my retrospective look at Fallout 3, I remind my readers why the wasteland brings out the worst in me. Head over to the "Gaming" section if you want to read more Fallout 3 related stuff.
I still faintly recall the somewhat disgusting Russian dude living elsewhere. He calls himself as a "playboy." I will take care of him soon enough.
Related: Fallout 3: proof my conscience comes in shades of grey
Two ghouls in an abandoned metro station operating a drug lab. Some things never change, post apocalypse or not. This is still a vivid memory for me, 10 years after Fallout 3. They let me in on a deal. I find them some raw materials for their lab and they cut me some of the profits.
What? You want Sudafed? You want me to go traipsing around for cough medicine for your drug lab?
I'll tell you what I think of your drug lab.
One shotgun shell later and one of the ghouls was a head shorter. Eager to try out my new laser rifle, I reduced his accomplice to a pile of dust.
Don't do drugs, kids.
Not all ghouls are bad, but can be a bit rubbish in a fight. I came across two of them wandering about and after a brief conversation I let them go on their merry way. I encountered a raider with a sledgehammer and tried to lure him toward where the ghouls were. You know, so that they could lend a hand. 5 seconds into the fight and the two were lying slumped on the ground. Pathetic.
Don't let the name "super mutant" put you off. Sure, they are tough and intimidating, but if you can get past all of that and the hail of lead coming toward your direction the rewards are tremendous. Like the very minigun I was being shot at with, which I plucked from a bloodied corpse after the fight.
Most people who play Fallout 3 try to be good on their first try, and really I do try and resist the temptation of killing innocents and shooting someone's head off from behind for fun. However that elderly man on the top of that building, aiming at me with his sniper rifle was asking for it.
Not all ghouls are bad, but can be a bit rubbish in a fight. I came across two of them wandering about and after a brief conversation I let them go on their merry way. I encountered a raider with a sledgehammer and tried to lure him toward where the ghouls were. You know, so that they could lend a hand. 5 seconds into the fight and the two were lying slumped on the ground. Pathetic.
Don't let the name "super mutant" put you off. Sure, they are tough and intimidating, but if you can get past all of that and the hail of lead coming toward your direction the rewards are tremendous. Like the very minigun I was being shot at with, which I plucked from a bloodied corpse after the fight.
It took me a bit of time to figure out how to get into Rivet city. I arrive at the spot labelled Rivet city but found only a homeless guy desperately needing water. I give it to him, thinking he might show his thanks by showing me the way in.
Fallout 3 fans may remember this jerk. He just asks for more water.
The sky is dark over the wasteland, I feel conned and eager to see how good the rifle in my hand can be. Once again my conscience slips. Carlos the water beggar found out the hard way what happens when you ask for seconds.
Fallout 3 fans may remember this jerk. He just asks for more water.
The sky is dark over the wasteland, I feel conned and eager to see how good the rifle in my hand can be. Once again my conscience slips. Carlos the water beggar found out the hard way what happens when you ask for seconds.
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