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It’s the dead of winter and my brain is so paralyzed that I can’t even read a book. I was playing Cyberpunk 2077 just now, driving around out in the desert, listening to some music from Fallout: New Vegas. That’s when it struck me – I might be pretty mute right now, but video games…that’s a topic I could always talk a lot about. So maybe I can massage my brain and get my fingers moving by talking about some of the best games I’ve ever played – and maybe even tell you why you should give them a try. After all, I’m a sometime video game journalist, so this is like returning to my roots; it’s something that comes naturally to me.

Fallout: New Vegas (2010)

It’s a post-apocalyptic desert, for goodness sake – and I’m a severely suicidally-depressed chick with aphantasia. You’d think this would be the one game I would avoid – or really dislike. But it was one of the single most incredible experiences I’ve had with any sort of storytelling, whether it’s movies or games or anything.

I’m not sure I’ve ever been swept away like Fallout: New Vegas swept me away. From the moment I left Doc Mitchell’s clinic and stepped into the glaring Mojave sun, I was a part of this living, breathing world. Its concerns were mine, and my concerns were steeped in the world. As I made my way down into the dusty settlement of Goodsprings, I wasn’t in my bland little apartment anymore, playing some video game. I was in a backwater caravan stop, deep in the Mojave, all alone. Goodsprings is dominated by a little bar that’s somewhere between biker roadhouse and wild west saloon. Its people eke a living out of the sun-baked desert, far from New Vegas and the watchful eye of its overlord. Out here on the frontier, people always keep one wary eye on the horizon, watching out for roving gangs. Step into the bar or general store and you’re greeted with an old dusty radio and the boxy sounds of country music from the 1950s. You might smirk now, but when you’re in the game, it’s perfect. If you smile, it’s from pure joy and that rare feeling of synergy – when something feels so appropriate, so perfectly placed, that the world instantly becomes so much more believable and real and right. Suddenly, music you would have never noticed before has become a part of this experience you’re having. You’re not playing a video game anymore. You’re experiencing something. Goodsprings has become part of your memories, your awareness. When you describe this later on, you’ll describe Goodsprings as a place you visited, and you won’t think of it as something from a video game.

And here’s where you meet the people of Goodsprings. Later on, you’ll retroactively think to yourself, “wow, the writing is seriously top-notch.” But if you experience F:NV like I did, that won’t be your thought – you’ll be too lost in the world to think outside the fourth wall.

The world of Fallout is a savage, dangerous America you’ll barely recognize – an insane version of the 1950s, a 1990s reflection on mid-century aesthetic and ideals. So, like…if you imagine the Cold War escalating into general nuclear war during the Eisenhower years, then imagine a fractured America in the radiation-soaked aftermath, you’ll have the Fallout series in your head. It’s an America of childlike patriotism and ridiculous bravado. It’s a landscape shattered into a hundred city-states and petty fiefdoms and tribal factions, all trying to stay alive in the terrifying and hostile shadow of a vanished empire. Two hundred years after the bombs fell, humanity still tries to make sense of a world changed forever by a nuclear war, still tries to adapt to new ecosystems. Civilization is in its infancy, struggling to be reborn. Bombed-out husks of cities are haunts for savage gangs and tribes, and mutated insects and strange creatures make their lairs deep in the wilderness, turning a trip to the next town into suicide.

But here’s the magic of Fallout – it’s not nearly as dark as it sounds.

The world of Fallout is savage and dangerous, but a Walking Dead-esque sense of grimness is missing entirely. It’s been transformed into lunatic humor, a comic sense of resignation that seems to say “Oh well! This really is as bad as it can get. The water is all irradiated and most of our food is either two-hundred year old Little Debbie cakes or new mutant crops, so we might as well laugh.” But the laughter is yours to enjoy – at least if you have a twisted enough sense of humor. Gleeful ads from a time long vanished are left to crack and fade on collapsing billboards, and the excited faces of long-dead children have peeled away with time. While you gaze at these decaying relics of a bygone age, ambient music plays but doesn’t draw attention to itself. Inon Zur’s score sounds like something off a Nine Inch Nails concept album – lonely, bizarre, lost, dangerous. It’s creepy, spooky, and unsettling. You start wondering about the people that built this world around you, this vast network of asphalt highways that spider their way across a ruined continent. The people who made these atomic cars, rusting wrecks gaping like so many lifeless corpses on crumbling roads. You actually have to shake yourself out of your reverie and realize – it was us. I’m part of that civilization. This is just a game.

Wait, really? Wow. I totally forgot. This world is so real.

The humor really comes alive during battles. The game creates another paradox for you – when the bullets are flying and things are exploding, it feels terrifying and deadly and too real. But somehow, in another stroke of lunatic genius, the game manages to evoke laughter and terror at the same time. The whole Fallout series knows how to inject every tense scene with madhouse humor, but New Vegas kicks it up a notch with a slow-motion kill cam. Shoot a coyote with a sniper rifle or blow some psycho’s leg off with a stick of dynamite and watch it happen in hilarious slow motion. Watch this murderer’s leg fly off his torso, listen to him slur like a broken cassette. It never stops being funny, no matter how many times you watch it happen. A big group of Caesar’s Legion slavers attacking you from a filling station – shoot an old gas pump and watch the explosion slowed 5x, watch each of your attackers explode into pieces with a low “rrrrrrrrrr”. The monstrosity of the wasteland is transmuted into psychotic comedy, and you don’t feel the least bit depressed. Laughter buoys your spirits and keeps you grinning as you cross the blasted landscape.

No matter how deep in the Mojave you find yourself, the gleaming spire of the Lucky 38 Casino looms on the horizon like a beacon. At night, it rises above the eerie glow of New Vegas like a lighthouse, calling to you like a ghost. New Vegas sparkles in the night, and the roar of crowded streets – safe streets – echoes in your mind. The Mojave is vast, but you can never escape the gaze of that distant tower, and sooner or later, you’ll make your way there. Only two roads will take you from Goodsprings to this distant Babylon, both seething with danger. One abandoned road is choked with giant radscorpions and giant, deadly horseflies called cazadores. The other road is much longer and takes you through burned towns occupied by Caesar’s Legion, the infamous army of slavers and Roman legionary cosplayers. Smoke rolls into the sky from burning houses and barrel fires, and NCR Rangers hang on crucifixes in makeshift town squares. But if you complete your long journey to the glittering spires of New Vegas, you’ll see that the real wonders are still ahead of you.

The cracked streets are policed by robots that look like something out of a low-budget sci-fi movie from the 1950s. They have television screens for heads, and their faces are

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