John is hungry

Man attempts to kill every NPC in Fallout 3, documents with the scrupulousness of a serial killer.

It sort of makes me want to play the game again.

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On 09/22/09 at 09:52 AM, John is hungry was all:
John is hungry

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I waited until the dead of night, when most of the ground-level residents would be snoozing. As with Megaton, this made my job infinitely easier. The Sledgehammer, yet again, proved itself to be the most effective instrument in the careful process of edging a seven-hour nap into the “eternal” timeframe, and while a few did awake mid-bludgeoning, I didn’t find it too difficult to pretend the gurgles and screams actually emanated from a particularly nasty case of sleep apnea. (”Did you hear Betty last night? Snored so loud she lost her head! HA!”)
On 09/22/09 at 10:22 AM, mandy blue was all:
mandy blue

as someone who has actually been playing the game through thoroughly for months, this is pretty redundant to read. sure he threw in a ton of details, but its the same stuff that ran through my mind and splattered across my screen at 2 a.m. it’s a fantastic game.

but his armor sucks ass.

On 09/22/09 at 10:57 AM, Justin is made of ninjas was all:
Justin is made of ninjas

I was a pretty good guy. I saved Megaton, helped people in need, and tried to make everybody hug and get along. I even found a way to escape from Tranquility Lane without sacrificing my morality.

Upon discovering Paradise Falls, though, things changed a little bit… a bunch of raiders roaming the Wasteland and enslaving women and children for lurid reasons? It was kinda unforgivable. Snuck the children out through a sewer in the back of town, opened up the pens to create a distraction, and set about systematically murdering every single evil soul behind the town’s walls. The last couple made a dash for it, but lasered them in the back. Walked right up to Eulogy Jones and sliced his head off before he even had a chance to climb out of bed.

Fallout 3 has some rather sticky moral situations.

On the bright side, I never saw another slaver patrol on my travels.

On 09/22/09 at 11:57 AM, Paris On Rails was all:
Paris On Rails
Silver, who lives just outside the now-empty shantytown, was more than happy to invite me inside after I assured her I didn’t work for Moriarty (he’s dead, I killed him). She was somewhat less chipper when I coated the walls with her viscera.

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