I kind of want to revisit Fallout 4 again after this, mostly just to pull a
Shamus Young and tear apart how bad the writing and setting in this game really are. And not just to complain about the nerdy stuff that eats away at me as I play (“WHY ARE THERE IRRADIATED SCORPIONS IN BOSTON?! HOW IS F.E.V. EVEYWHERE NOW!? THIS ISN’T WHAT THE BROTHERHOOD OF STEEL ARE ABOUT!”). No one’s motivations make any sense. There are giant, gaping holes in the plot and in the timeline. People do things for no reason, or worse, because the player character in a Bethesda game always needs to be the center of the universe (hence Preston Garvey’s immediate submission of the minutemen to you, the Clearly Better Person, despite knowing you for all of half a day). It’s a master class in how
not to write video games.
There are moments that work – I like some of the computer logs I’ve found that help set a tone or express some genuine black humor or bleak desperation. But you get those small moments wandering around and digging into random vignettes scattered around the world. The
actual story, taking place right here, right now, to you? Holy jeez.