Fallout 3: how I became a murderous addict.

Those Fallout 3 rants of mine ended quite abruptly. As a game that occupied a good part of my time and kick started all this blogging I do about my PC games, I think a final entry is in order. 

My character became a drug addicted, unkempt, alcoholic after taking too many chems, grabbed an axe from an inbred hillbilly, stole the clothes off Tobar the ferryman, and went on a rampage. In my defense he stole a slice of my brain. And tried to shoot me. Shooting a guy in power armour was not a good idea. 

This was kind of ironic since in real life I hate drug abuse and shot everyone who did drugs. In the game. 

Anyhow, my character became an axe wielding maniac and murdered all the good folk of Megaton. Those unused landmines, grenades and missiles also went to good use. To create the best gods damn fireworks show ever.