The scene is from the opening cinematic in Fallout: New Vegas and I’ve watched it twice over in quick succession because the review code I’ve been given is broken. Of course, it’s easier to ponder these existential details when you’ve lived through the same moment twice. For myself, I’m wondering why I went to the effort of hollowing out perfect right angles in the shallow, dusty grave I’ve just dug for myself.Īm I stringing out my last fleeting moments of existence? Am I being obsessive-compulsive to the very bitter end? Has Dad’s lesson about “a job worth doing” finally sunk in? Silly the things you think about in a moment like that.
Somewhere in the moonlit Mojave wasteland a debonair post-apocalyptic gangster apologises as he takes careful aim at my head and explains to me that the game has been rigged all along.
