Say what you will about Fallout 4, but at least Todd let me sprint in that game, unlike New Vegas, where the only speed is “light jog”
which would be fine except for the fact that when I’m being chased by a centaur, God’s mistake, I would prefer to move at a quicker pace than the middle aged women that speed walk in my neighborhood at 6 am
When the Courier accepts your offer and ends up being a really good apprentice and assistant and you’re proud of them and yourself for picking them
You show me a man in a suit and I’ll show you a potential Mr. House
When the Courier kills your robot wife and your cowboy robot, and opens up your pod exposing your fragile, aged body to bacteria, and takes over the empire you’ve built over centuries, with the help of their smiling bastard Securitron friend and a bunch of weird companions
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