This is what happens when you give me the ability to determine my character’s appearance. My Oblivion character was the most legendary ugly man in existence, with a purple head nary 3 inches wide, permanently emblazoned with a set of giant pouty lips. He looked like a melancholic fish, but damn if he didn’t slay every mudcrab that ever was.

Been playing a lot of Fallout: New Vegas* because of the steam sale, it’s a lot of fun, but very different from the STALKER wasteland experience I’m used to. I usually expect people to die when I fire both shotgun barrels into somebody’s head, boy was I wrong. I’m used to my guns and damage being skill based instead of stat based. Of course, my ego wouldn’t allow me not to have my first run-through not be on HARDCORE MODE with my unofficial “try not to use VATS all the time” mode as well. It’s going well, I’m having more fun with it than I thought I would… except when there are cazadores. I hate those stupid giant bees.

*EDIT: Whoops, it’s Fallout: New Vegas, not Fallout 3: New Vegas