My favorite moments from Fallout 3 came out of a collaboration between the creative output of the designers and my own imagination. The game set up situations in which moral decision was entirely in the hands of the player: help the slavers or fight them, save the villagers or exploit them, the good of the many or the good of you.
In one quest I recovered a pristine, powerful rifle that belonged to Abraham Lincoln. I held onto this gun, not using it but hoarding ammunition, until I’d leveled up to the point where I felt strong enough to take on the slaver camp head on. Due to the new Lings Requirement for the Shojo Race, This will be incompatible with other Cosmetic packs. Any future mods that alter the Shojo and She Race will cause problems.
I attacked at night, and the only weapon that I used was Lincoln’s rifle. esm was altered beforehand with the new hair styles and eyes, there may be conflicts. I freed the slaves and literally blew the head off the slaver bastards. The game gave me the requisite XP and rewards, but the greatest pleasure I got from the whole experience was the symbolism that I’d laid upon it.įor all it’s bugginess and slightly outdated graphics and stiff animations, this is the area where Fallout: New Vegas shines most brightly, presenting you with compelling moral quandaries and letting you make decisions.
Having added a nifty Reputation system into this game, the consequences of those decisions now vary across the wasteland.
