Caveat: I got this game for free, and know basically nothing about it except that everyone hates it.
So of I course I dove in.
So in the last game, with my original character, I platinumed the game and played it relatively straight. My next character, Claire, hereafter referred to in the first person, wound up joining the Institute immediately, and eventually ruled the Boston wastes as a teleporting supervillain with a railgun that fired nukes, and None Stood Before Them.
Hearing the fun origin story of Fallout 76, namely that it is Bethesdaās own Resident Evil 1.5 in a way*, I decided to take the plunge and have the institute kids rig up the teleporter to send me back in time, as opposed to between locations in space.
Woke up in an abandoned Vault 76, got my picture taken (see the header image), and wandered around the curiously empty halls for a bit. Nobody inside but robots and the vestiges of what appeared to be a killer party the night before, but nobody to be seen now.
I never got any of this backstory, really. I just woke up here. The computer terminals and robots are telling me that the vault was released back out into the wasteland, but man this has not been stacking up terribly well.
Upon finally arriving outside, in āAPPLE-Ay-CHIAā (thatās not how you pronounce that, guys), I am greeted with what appears to be activity of some kind. Thereās an active flare seen above here, for example.
But uhhh. There justā¦There just isnāt much here. Everyoneās dead. All the people whose logs Iām finding, whose stories Iām discovering, whose personal struggles youād THINK Iād be getting involved with?
All dead.
Thatās not figurative, āOh you just donāt see them!ā No, like, they are VERY dead. You find them. Theyāre rotting corpses at best.
I will say, I enjoy seeing the original Pip Boy 2000 again, from the top-down RPG games. They even went out of their way to make it match up to the one seen in Fallout 1/2, and uh I appreciate that I really do. Thatās fun. They even got the color right. Thatās a nice detail.
Somewhat surprisingly though, it wasnāt long that I was outside before this happened. I literally crested a mountain, and watched what I thought was a satellite lazily drifting out of the atmosphere to impact the ground. Nah. That was a nuke.
This is the aftermath, and, uh. Thereās loud sounds coming from that area that donāt appear to have originated from the bomb itself. Iām of half a mind to go over there and see what the hell is going on, but I also kinda want to go retreat into the cliffs and build a house now.
