Don’t get me wrong: I laughed.
— Wrong Captions (@WrongCaptions) May 23, 2016
In typical Queen of the Girl Scouts fashion (that’s a really useful line that Bioware came up with, huh?) my character managed to avoid various penultimate bloodbaths on the aforementioned Harbor. Except for the Super-Mutants, of course. And the deranged Trappers. And those stupid Fog whatever-they-were that look vaguely like Girl Genius’s Slaver Wasps. All of those pretty much get killed on sight, if not nearly as quickly as I have grown accustomed to killing Bad Things in Fallout 4.
Also, I had to lie a lot. And climb hills! It was like Skyrim all over again, only with no ability to Shout people off of said hills. Maybe somebody will do a mod…
PS: It’s a pretty solid DLC, but I could have stood to see more stuff about the Fog and whoever that Woman of the Fog was.
“From September onwards, Netflix will become the exclusive U.S. pay TV home of the latest films from Disney, Marvel, Lucasfilm and Pixar,” Ted Sarandos, Netflix’s head of content, wrote on their company blog.
…Dannnnnnng. I mean, you can get a bunch of the old stuff from most of those shops at any given time; but exclusive first-look? That’s pretty neat-o, if you have Netflix. Which I do.
I’ll be honest: if it was just a matter of the aforementioned video, I’d have been tempted to give the computer monitor the finger and keep on moving. But I’ve had enough people whose opinion matters to me say that the Red Markets zombie apocalypse-meets-the-free-market RPG is worth a look anyway to make me… not so much forgive the game, as to not hold that video against it. Helps that the folks who wrote the actual game (Caleb Stokes and Ross Payton) have good, solid reps in the business, too. That helps. A lot.
I would possibly suggest that they do a new pitch video, though. I mean, the Kickstarter has already funded, so maybe they won’t care – but I don’t imagine that I’m the only person in the universe who got their back up at the way this game was presented. It’s not like I can just fling cash around with nary a care any more. These days, I need to call my shots when it comes to discretionary spending.
It’s the right time of the night for this one, if not the right day of the week. This is a Friday or Saturday night song.
…and it has become clear: the universe wants me to cut out early for the night. Fine by me. The universe didn’t have to shout that, you know. Or, in this case, gurgle.
Or at least it seems that way because I spent most of it traveling and the rest of it getting pretty deep into Far Harbor. It’s astounding, really: I actually have to pay attention to my ammunition supply again. I’m scrambling to keep myself in enough plasma cartridges to stay alive, even. That in itself is kind of impressive of the game.