Comments on: A Theological Reflection on Fallout 3 http://www.jeffwofford.com/?p=81 Faith, technology, and everything in between. Sun, 29 Aug 2010 14:10:06 +0000 hourly 1 By: Jeff http://www.jeffwofford.com/?p=81&cpage=1#comment-2803 Jeff Sun, 29 Aug 2010 14:10:06 +0000 http://localhost/wp/?p=81#comment-2803 Exactly. How could anyone have <em>made</em> the world of Fallout 3? It can't possibly have had any designers. It's too random, too chaotic. The only god in Fallout is the Almighty rand() function. Case closed. QED. It's simple. Any intelligent person can see how obvious it is. Exactly. How could anyone have made the world of Fallout 3? It can’t possibly have had any designers. It’s too random, too chaotic. The only god in Fallout is the Almighty rand() function. Case closed. QED. It’s simple. Any intelligent person can see how obvious it is.

]]> By: Luke Joe http://www.jeffwofford.com/?p=81&cpage=1#comment-2802 Luke Joe Sat, 28 Aug 2010 22:19:41 +0000 http://localhost/wp/?p=81#comment-2802 It is simple. There is no god. It is simple. There is no god.

]]> By: Jeff http://www.jeffwofford.com/?p=81&cpage=1#comment-2801 Jeff Wed, 25 Aug 2010 16:21:36 +0000 http://localhost/wp/?p=81#comment-2801 Dogmeat is awesome. I feel your pain. Just so long as you keep your grief-induced psychosis to the Fallout world, we'll be fine. Dogmeat is awesome. I feel your pain. Just so long as you keep your grief-induced psychosis to the Fallout world, we’ll be fine.

]]> By: Ryan. http://www.jeffwofford.com/?p=81&cpage=1#comment-2800 Ryan. Wed, 25 Aug 2010 02:07:04 +0000 http://localhost/wp/?p=81#comment-2800 Man, that was beautiful. I do believe games are art, they convey emotions that regular art forms sometimes cannot just express. And I think Fallout 3 is one of them. I remember playing Fallout 3, and then I stumbled across Dogmeat. I felt so bad for him, the raiders either tried training him brutally, or just felt like killing something innocent. Quickly, I put them all down and before you know it, I'm wandering the Wasteland with Dogmeat, taking on Raiders, Supermutants, and helping out strangers. I don't know why, but I found myself saying to Dogmeat over and over again, "Good Boy Dogmeat!, because of how awesome he was. I guess that it was because I love dogs, and have owned three in my life. But then one day, I came home from a long day's work, and sat down to play Fallout 3 with Dogmeat. I was in the middle of the quest with Arefu, and I was setting out with Dogmeat to finish the quest. But all of a sudden, out of nowhere, a Deathclaw shows up. I panic and start unleashing assault rifle rounds into the damn thing. But before I can even try to call Dogmeat off, my little companion ran off at the thing. I tried killing it, but before I could, the thing killed him, tore his head off. I was shocked and killed the thing and for some reason tore it's limbs off with an axe I got from Point Lookout. I felt so shocked. And I don't believe in going back in games using save-points since I played Heavy Rain. So I went on without him. And you know what? I stopped caring about my guys reputation. So when I had the chance to nuke Megaton, I went right ahead for the money. And then after that, I unleashed packs of feral ghouls into Tenpenny Tower, and watched as they slaughtered every innocent resident and tore every guard open. All because I lost that dog. Man, that was beautiful.
I do believe games are art, they convey emotions that regular art forms sometimes cannot just express. And I think Fallout 3 is one of them.
I remember playing Fallout 3, and then I stumbled across Dogmeat. I felt so bad for him, the raiders either tried training him brutally, or just felt like killing something innocent. Quickly, I put them all down and before you know it, I’m wandering the Wasteland with Dogmeat, taking on Raiders, Supermutants, and helping out strangers. I don’t know why, but I found myself saying to Dogmeat over and over again, “Good Boy Dogmeat!, because of how awesome he was. I guess that it was because I love dogs, and have owned three in my life.
But then one day, I came home from a long day’s work, and sat down to play Fallout 3 with Dogmeat. I was in the middle of the quest with Arefu, and I was setting out with Dogmeat to finish the quest. But all of a sudden, out of nowhere, a Deathclaw shows up.
I panic and start unleashing assault rifle rounds into the damn thing. But before I can even try to call Dogmeat off, my little companion ran off at the thing. I tried killing it, but before I could, the thing killed him, tore his head off. I was shocked and killed the thing and for some reason tore it’s limbs off with an axe I got from Point Lookout. I felt so shocked. And I don’t believe in going back in games using save-points since I played Heavy Rain. So I went on without him. And you know what?
I stopped caring about my guys reputation. So when I had the chance to nuke Megaton, I went right ahead for the money. And then after that, I unleashed packs of feral ghouls into Tenpenny Tower, and watched as they slaughtered every innocent resident and tore every guard open.
All because I lost that dog.

]]> By: Jeff http://www.jeffwofford.com/?p=81&cpage=1#comment-2701 Jeff Thu, 15 Apr 2010 13:52:33 +0000 http://localhost/wp/?p=81#comment-2701 No no—fate is against me, I tell you. ;) No no—fate is against me, I tell you. ;)

]]> By: Ross http://www.jeffwofford.com/?p=81&cpage=1#comment-2700 Ross Thu, 15 Apr 2010 03:31:10 +0000 http://localhost/wp/?p=81#comment-2700 You've playing Fallout 3 for 3 months and still haven't found your dad? Dude, you suck. You’ve playing Fallout 3 for 3 months and still haven’t found your dad? Dude, you suck.

]]> By: Sean http://www.jeffwofford.com/?p=81&cpage=1#comment-2659 Sean Tue, 23 Feb 2010 02:22:37 +0000 http://localhost/wp/?p=81#comment-2659 I wish I could tell you I agreed, that I thought that some good could be done with the world. I wish I could tell you that the things I've done sit well with me, that I don't constantly question everything I do. I wish I could claim that any nonexistent creator would look upon me with praise, holding my actions in regard with the great heroes of the past. I can't. I can't because I live in these charred plains that have truly earned their name, 'wasteland ' I used to be idyllic like some of you, fighting for the greater good. When I first set upon the task at hand, I truly thought that no matter how dark the night got, morning would surely come. Then, setback after setback, my will began to fade. The animals were as relentless as the raiders, picking my resolve apart with every blow. I can't tell you how many times I've been taken to the brink of death, only to soldier on thanks to the technology of yesteryear. Technology that wiped away the beauty of the earth, leaving only these hollow lands. Yet still I continued, meeting each challenge with a ferocity I never knew. I would not let this place consume me like it had so many others. Then I met Moriarty. Sniveling little weasel thought he owned Megaton and, by the way the people acted, it seems he did. Never had I met someone like him and he intrigued me. He must know where my father could have gone, I thought, how couldn't he. He practically made it his business to know everything about the place. Unfortunately, he had a knack for picking out the suckers and at that point, I might as well have put the wrapper on myself. Of course he knew, but in the wastes information can be worth more than caps. It wasn't cheap and I certainly didn't have the caps, so he gave me an ultimatum. Collect on a debt some broad named Silver owed and he'd give up everything he knew. It was a lucky break as far as I was concerned and I was on my way. Silver, wasn't hard to find, and it dawned on my that Moriarty wouldn't have been so eager to send me off unless he thought I wouldn't get back. My suspicions were confirmed as soon as I stepped into Silver's humble abode. There was psycho everywhere and I think I spied some jet as well. Silver herself was coming down when I talked with her and my mention of Moriarty didn't seem to help the situation. She muttered something about being scammed when I noticed her .32. I tried to change the subject but she wasn't having it. Finally, in a moment that would change my life, announced that I wouldn't be leaving without what was owed. It was like she was waiting for this all day. I took two in the ribs in the ensuing firefight, but I was lucky, her 5 shot couldn't match my magnum. When she crumpled to the ground the weight of what I had done hit me all at once. It was 3 hours before I could tear myself from the corner I retreated to. I couldn't bring myself to taking the caps off her corpse, so I boarded up the doors and left. I would find another way. Three days later I returned, fruitless in my search, and took what I needed. That's how it is now, taking what I need. I know that might seem shocking to some, but sometimes things have to be done to ensure survival. Others agreed, as soon I had a following. It was slow at first, just a few poor souls following me as we tried to make out way in the world, but soon there were at least two dozen of us. I never even noticed the change, just the crowd. We scoured ruins for food and stuff to trade but more often than not we found ourselves in competition. We 'acquired' a place to stay, and soon enough we were conducting raids on traders. Hell, if they had enough sense to hire some worthwhile protection we wouldn't bother. Everyday is just another battle to stay alive, in whatever way possible. It's may be cold, but it's absolutely necessary. Better to rule in hell... I wish I could tell you I agreed, that I thought that some good could be done with the world. I wish I could tell you that the things I’ve done sit well with me, that I don’t constantly question everything I do. I wish I could claim that any nonexistent creator would look upon me with praise, holding my actions in regard with the great heroes of the past.

I can’t.

I can’t because I live in these charred plains that have truly earned their name, ‘wasteland ‘

I used to be idyllic like some of you, fighting for the greater good. When I first set upon the task at hand, I truly thought that no matter how dark the night got, morning would surely come. Then, setback after setback, my will began to fade. The animals were as relentless as the raiders, picking my resolve apart with every blow. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been taken to the brink of death, only to soldier on thanks to the technology of yesteryear. Technology that wiped away the beauty of the earth, leaving only these hollow lands. Yet still I continued, meeting each challenge with a ferocity I never knew. I would not let this place consume me like it had so many others.

Then I met Moriarty. Sniveling little weasel thought he owned Megaton and, by the way the people acted, it seems he did. Never had I met someone like him and he intrigued me. He must know where my father could have gone, I thought, how couldn’t he. He practically made it his business to know everything about the place. Unfortunately, he had a knack for picking out the suckers and at that point, I might as well have put the wrapper on myself.

Of course he knew, but in the wastes information can be worth more than caps. It wasn’t cheap and I certainly didn’t have the caps, so he gave me an ultimatum. Collect on a debt some broad named Silver owed and he’d give up everything he knew. It was a lucky break as far as I was concerned and I was on my way. Silver, wasn’t hard to find, and it dawned on my that Moriarty wouldn’t have been so eager to send me off unless he thought I wouldn’t get back. My suspicions were confirmed as soon as I stepped into Silver’s humble abode. There was psycho everywhere and I think I spied some jet as well. Silver herself was coming down when I talked with her and my mention of Moriarty didn’t seem to help the situation. She muttered something about being scammed when I noticed her .32. I tried to change the subject but she wasn’t having it. Finally, in a moment that would change my life, announced that I wouldn’t be leaving without what was owed. It was like she was waiting for this all day.

I took two in the ribs in the ensuing firefight, but I was lucky, her 5 shot couldn’t match my magnum. When she crumpled to the ground the weight of what I had done hit me all at once. It was 3 hours before I could tear myself from the corner I retreated to. I couldn’t bring myself to taking the caps off her corpse, so I boarded up the doors and left. I would find another way. Three days later I returned, fruitless in my search, and took what I needed.

That’s how it is now, taking what I need. I know that might seem shocking to some, but sometimes things have to be done to ensure survival. Others agreed, as soon I had a following. It was slow at first, just a few poor souls following me as we tried to make out way in the world, but soon there were at least two dozen of us. I never even noticed the change, just the crowd. We scoured ruins for food and stuff to trade but more often than not we found ourselves in competition. We ‘acquired’ a place to stay, and soon enough we were conducting raids on traders. Hell, if they had enough sense to hire some worthwhile protection we wouldn’t bother. Everyday is just another battle to stay alive, in whatever way possible. It’s may be cold, but it’s absolutely necessary. Better to rule in hell…

]]> By: Amanda http://www.jeffwofford.com/?p=81&cpage=1#comment-568 Amanda Sat, 07 Mar 2009 07:37:00 +0000 http://localhost/wp/?p=81#comment-568 I am on Level 17 and i for one don't feel as if i need to find my father at the moment. I'm having way to much fun completing other quests i have had only one problem though, i can not seem to find Agatha's Song. Any help would be Great=] I am on Level 17 and i for one don’t feel as if i need to find my father at the moment. I’m having way to much fun completing other quests i have had only one problem though, i can not seem to find Agatha’s Song. Any help would be Great=]

]]> By: monkeymonk42 http://www.jeffwofford.com/?p=81&cpage=1#comment-567 monkeymonk42 Tue, 17 Feb 2009 04:38:00 +0000 http://localhost/wp/?p=81#comment-567 Whatta noob, you can find your dad in like, 4 hours Whatta noob, you can find your dad in like, 4 hours

]]> By: Anonymous http://www.jeffwofford.com/?p=81&cpage=1#comment-566 Anonymous Sat, 14 Feb 2009 03:32:00 +0000 http://localhost/wp/?p=81#comment-566 Holy crap it's a game. You are the reason people say gamers can't differentiate between games and real life. Thanks for screwing over 99.9% of the gaming population. Holy crap it’s a game. You are the reason people say gamers can’t differentiate between games and real life. Thanks for screwing over 99.9% of the gaming population.

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