The horrors of the Wasteland
The Fallout franchise is serious business. From China and the United States nuking each other to smithereens, mutants roaming the wasteland, and roaming bands of grandmothers with rolling pins luring you into alleyways to kill and eat you. You must always be on your toes.
But sometimes the horrors you come across are not people trying to eat you, but rather the reality of your world coming undone, twisting time and space into unspeakable horrors. Or on occasion it can look like someone urinated in your eyes, and now they are forever stained.
But sometimes the horrors you come across are not people trying to eat you, but rather the reality of your world coming undone, twisting time and space into unspeakable horrors. Or on occasion it can look like someone urinated in your eyes, and now they are forever stained.
The twisting of reality
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So here he is again. Now, at a glance the creepy part is his head, partially covered in gore, a glitch between reality and nonexistence. You can see through his leathery skin, you see a glimpse of skull, maybe a little brain. Standing out are two strained eyeballs, like horrified googly eyes questioning what they did to deserve such suffering. But there is something you do not see here. In all its horror, there is a detail that adds another level of mystery. To see it we must zoom out a little more:
The contorted face makes a little more sense now. The mutant is floating about five feet above the ground, stiff as a board. He is in his own gravitational field, floating above the ground. His face fading slowly into a void makes more sense, as the only thing I can fathom is happening is that he is slowly collapsing into a black hole, eventually spelling out not only his doom, but our as well as we are pulled into that same googly eyed void.
How do I fix this? How do I save our world? I had no answers to this problem, so I fled. I’m ashamed of my actions, but in an irradiated wasteland, a slowly growing black hole is only one more problem, there are grandmothers trying to eat me.
How do I fix this? How do I save our world? I had no answers to this problem, so I fled. I’m ashamed of my actions, but in an irradiated wasteland, a slowly growing black hole is only one more problem, there are grandmothers trying to eat me.
Nanook of the North and the yellow snow
I’m not exactly sure what happened to me as I fled the wasteland that is downtown Boston, but Fallout was not happy, and my character must suffer for his cowardice. Somehow my vision became blurry, as well as a sickly color. I’m not sure if it is a yellow or green color, but I think someone peed on my characters face as my status said I had an illness as well. One that I didn’t have before.
The world was no longer what I thought it was. My vision blurry I took every medicine, I injected every drug. Nothing worked for me, and in the course of my actions, I became an addict as well. Now not only was I cursed with an illness that wouldn’t go away, I craved drugs and I became a husk of the cowardly hero that I once was. In my desperation I tried to use a special vaccine. There was only one in the whole world of Fallout 4, and it was not for me, but for a poor underground dwelling with a young infected boy. But I was frightened, so I took the vaccine and injected it into me. Nothing happened, and I soon gave up in the face of living the rest of my life in Fallout 4 with pee vision. I succumbed to my despair.
Fallout takes its revenge on an innocent
Fleeing Fallout 4, I instead went west to Fallout: New Vegas. I sought a new life, a new character. I went far from the black hole devouring a sideways floating mutant in Boston. I sulked away from the pee soaked vision of my hero turned addict. I came to a small settlement, and befriended a lady and a puppy name Cheyenne. As they gave me instructions to survive in the west, I noticed something wrong with Cheyenne. I came closer for a better look:
Cheyenne’s eyes were missing. No, not missing, they are floating alongside her head, about a foot away from where they should be. Here is a better angle:
I could not escape my sins, even in a different game made almost a decade earlier, on the other side of the United States. Cheyenne had her eyes taken from her, and I was forced to see her like that. They always floated next to her head, taunting me, and taunting Cheyenne as well. Cheyenne was forced to live in the wasteland because of my actions, and I was doomed to be reminded of that for time unending. Fallout, you have gone too far. You have taken too much from the world. First you nuke it, then you sick robots in cowboy hats on it, you even attack with grandmothers who eat people. But no, that wasn’t enough for you was it? You twisted reality, you bent space and time, you doomed us all. You afflicted me with not only urine vision, but also with addiction. But not only that, you took a puppies eyes. You are a monster Fallout, you and the unintentional horrors you expose us to.
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