Does Alice really love her game of the year or is it a case of Stockholm syndrome?
Fallout 4 appeals to the self centred part of my brain by placing me in a world where everything has shat itself and I’m the only one with toilet paper. There is literally nobody in the Commonwealth who can achieve anything without my help, to the point where Fallout 4 could plausibly turn out to have a giant Truman Show metagame behind it, the entire thing faked for my character’s benefit. The comforting warmth of my self satisfaction, however, is very real.
You can tell the team that made Fallout 4 enjoyed dicking about with it a bit before I even arrived. There are so many…