You're Pissing on the Bear

Obsidian Entertainment: Because fuck you, they'll shit on whatever IP they like.

Having finished Fallout: New Vegas, I have trouble deciding whether I dislike the game on its own merits, or whether a combination of being burned out on this style of game after Skyrim and my seething hatred for Obsidian spoiled me on it in advance. I had a good time with it on occasion, especially after I got my absurd sniper gun and the story started happening (this was about 50 hours in). That said, it was, for the most part, a boring story filled with frustrating bullshit that frequently had me committing mass murders rather than tolerate interacting with asshole NPCs for any longer than I had to. Ironically, this led to me legitimately role-playing much more than I had in Skyrim or Oblivion before it, so I decided to write a little journal about my character's descent into madness. Naturally, what follows is spoileriffic, but to be honest, the story doesn't have any interesting twists in it… or anything interesting at all, for that matter.