
My heart is aching. Just about everyday, I go visit my little Paragon of Good in the Jefferson Memorial lock up. Just a few experience points away from level 18, and she'll never see the murky daylight of the Wasteland again.
I was all set to RAVE to you about Fallout 3. A perfect combination of gaming treats: a little shooting, a little collecting, a whole lot of exploring and a fantastic storyline to tie it all up. This is the world of post-apocalyptic open-ended gaming, solo-style. No two games are alike. The key element that steers the mood is (not surprisingly) good vs evil story choices. And unlike Mass Effect, where the characters got pissed off if you were rude to them, but the results were the same, in Fallout 3, you really do lead a separate life on either side of the fence. You can even sit ON the fence and be neutral, in which case I guess people start depositing all their money in your banks... Fallout 3 caters to a myriad of gamers. If you prefer story, stick to it. If side quests are your bag, dig in. If you are deep in the core of your being, a TRUE nerd, the physics of object manipulation and interaction are so detailed that you could easily spend several hours just organizing the shelves of your Megaton pad. Yes, I cleaned my apartment. Digitally.

But I can't do it, gentle reader. Not right now. The first few levels of that game kinda SUCK anyway. At least they do now that I look back - through this veil of bitter tears. A fellow gamer, content in his comfy past-the-glitch-world suggested I could just go finish all the side quests and explore. How dare he? It's not the SAME!! Nothing will ever be the same. Instead, each day, I power up my Xbox and load the game one more time, hoping that maybe, just maybe, this time it won't freeze. I lost faith along time ago.
You murdered me, Bethesda. Let it be known.