A mere thirty hours spent on Fallout: New Vegas and here's what I've learned so far:
- Plain and simple, I'm addicted. Almost 100 hours have been dedicated to the series (past and present) and I can't get enough of it.
- It took me long enough, but I figured out how to modify weapons and do other cool things I was too stupid to figure out in Fallout 3. Laser Rifles with Tri-Beam modifications = :)
- Bugs and glitches suck, but a patch is being released once more so I can stop watching Radscorpions get stuck in quick sand.
- Recruiting three prostitutes for a motel sounds normal enough but two of the three are a sex robot named F.I.S.T.O. and zombie-ghoul looking cowgirl.
- I've found myself fast forwarding dialogue because I'm so anxious to get started on a quest. Not good.
- An old lady killed one of her own dogs so that I could replace an Elvis impersonator's dog with its brain.
- I never thought it was possible to kill giant bugs with spiked brass knuckles. I'll need some in real life now.
- Without going into detail, the dreams and nightmares involving characters, scenes, and enemies from Fallout continue to this day. Make the Mirelurks stop.
- Until recently I had no idea so many other people at work enjoyed the game as much as I do. Felt good to talk about what level I'm at in the game and discuss the best way to take out Cazadores and Deathclaws.
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F.I.S.T.O. Got me too! I'm 60 hours in and I have so much shit on my plate I don't know what to do!
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