I have a couple issues but overrated is definitely one of them. When I played it I expected it to be the best thing ever made and it was… fine. Like I had no real critical issues (other than the fact that everyone complains that Fallout 3 is green but no one complaints that NV is brown. Why?) but it didn’t catch my interest.

The reason why I cannot stand it is for the same reason so many people like it. Factions and conversation.

When I play a post-apocalyptic survival RPG game I like to actually be experiencing the survival aspect. Falllout 3 and 4 at least were filled with tons of wreckage and debris that you could sort through. Places where no people were. But it’s like every map marker you come across has some faction already set up there. Even if you do find an empty place it’s because the Legion were there 10 minutes ago and nailed everyone to a tree. Then you get to Vegas and the place is fully functional with the Hoover Dam and a functioning airfield nearby.

I want to walk through the wilderness. I wanna explore desolation. I wanna uncover mysteries of the long or freshly dead. To dive into places where no one else has been. Not have to do costume management so I get the right conversational bonus for the right chucklefuck.

If people like that, then awesome. All power to them and I’m glad you enjoyed it. But I fucking hated New Vegas with every fiber of my being.

I ain’t gonna yuck someones yum. If you enjoy the game then dope. But I cannot fucking stand the thing and treat it about as radioactive as the wastelands or as Fallout 76. Again. Personally.

Why I hate Fallout: New Vegas.

So many fucking things. This was like 5ish years ago.

1. I was moving that day as my birthday is at the end of the month and was pissing rain. A friend of mine had said he was going to help me move and we had planned for weeks. Day of he said he didn’t feel like it. Not that he didn’t feel up to it, just he wasn’t in the mood. I had to figure out something literally last second as the landlord was waiting for me to leave. I ended up having to pay an absurd amount of money to get a cab to move my stuff across the city in multiple trips, some stuff getting wet with me being forced to leave stuff outside during trips. Luckily nothing was stolen.

2. I get there and the keys haven’t been left like the landlord said they’d be. Took 3 hours for them to show up. They refused to text me the wifi password (I was only renting a room). My phone died before they got there.

3. My computer monitor broke during the move. No use of the PC at all.

4. Phone won’t stay on when charging for some reason so I decide to walk down the street. By this point it’s around 8-9pm. I pick up some cheap garbage pizza, literally the walkout deal they had because I couldn’t afford anything for my birthday anymore after the cab ride. As I’m walking home I trip and send the pizza box flying. Pizza lands facedown in a puddle.

5. I start walking home on the verge of tears. Start walking down the side residential street. Some dude walks up and pulls out a knife and asks for my wallet and phone. Say I don’t have my phone, just a wallet and hold out the wallet. He takes it and just punches me in the face as hard as he could and he runs off. I end up on the ground for a few minutes trying to figure out my bearings. I get up to keep going home to call the cops as I was only a couple minutes away. I saw someone sitting on their porch watching. Didn’t say a thing. Just watching.

6. I get home and see my bedroom door left open and unlocked. No phone. Only one other person was in the house and they were set to move out the next day. I started pounding on the door to give me my phone back and heard movement. I tried opening but it was locked so I kicked it open to see them trying to hide a bunch of shit that they took from my room. I punched them as hard as I could in the throat and then started gathering my shit before kicking them in the ribs, taking a pot of their weed and going into my room.

7. It was early in the days of legal weed in Canada and the Ontario Cannabis Store website was having issues with its weed. Chief of which was that a lot of their product was going stale or moldy, some with dead bugs in it. The pot of weed that I took from their room was of moldy weed and completely useless.

8. I didn’t get a single lick of sleep because the one time I did start to fall asleep I woke up hearing my doorknob being rattled and said “I will gladly kill you.” It stopped. They moved out the next morning, I locked the front door and put a chair under it and then passed out.

Listen. I know you said no wrong answers but unfortunately due to the past few decades of the American Political system, pretty much anything is now effectively accurate. Even such things as:

• The Divided States of America
• McMilitary Industrial Complex
• The Paycheck-to-Paycheck Republic
• Red vs Blue
• Gilded Ruins
• AmeriKKKa
• Walmartistan
• Gunlandia
• Yeehaw Reich
• Methlehem
• Debtlandia
• Live, Laugh, Lawsuit

For calling myself gay. My teacher just assumed I was using it as an insult and referring to myself as being terrible. It took a visit to the principals office with the teacher and going “No. Seriously. I am an out of the closet homosexual. Ask anyone in that class.” They ended up apologizing but I was just kinda pleased they were taking it that seriously in the first place.

I’ve been waiting for Mass Effect 4 ever since the ending that shows Shepard as surviving the events of 3. Closer and closer. Granted, the recent Dragon Age isn’t giving me a lot of hope.

My mistake, you’re right.

If you want to see who specifically upvoted or downvoted, then yes. If you want the general numbers you can stay here.

Personally I’ve never understood the obsession with seeing who votes for you. I post constantly and have people who follow me about downvoting me everywhere. If I was checking who was downvoting me all the time, I’d never get shit done.

Mbin is not an app or a plugin. It is a fork which means that it took the basecode of Lemmy and repurposed it into something else. Some instances have then used Mbin, like fedia.io. It just happens to be that lemmy.world doesn’t include that function because it uses Lemmy as its base and not Mbin.

Mbin is able to completely interact with Lemmy, mind you, so it’s not seperate in anyway other than how it works.

I’m not sure what you’re referring to here.

If you mean like to see who upvoted and who downvoted you, you can actually see that on Mbin. It’s a Lemmy fork that allows you to see exactly who upvoted and downvoted your comments or posts. Lemmy just didn’t add that function itself.

If you mean a Karma total, because it just harbors a competition. If people are posting just to get their number higher then they don’t care about the community or engagement. They just want a bigger number on their account. I don’t post a fuckload because I want Karma, I post a fuckload because I like lemmy and wanna give it some content because I have saved content.

Honestly, that’s tied for my favorite too. That or the “squishing the no-longer-threatened-but-maybe-a-little-threatened-afterall Fungorian engineer” line.

I’m glad you got a kick out of it <3

Why not. Done.

I did write it. I wouldn’t go so far as to say it’s that good… Douglas Adams is one of my favorite authors though. Glad some of that poked through.

👍

Displacing air is fine as long as it is in empty space or inside of a vessel you can see.

I was inspired.

Edit: I also got bored and decided to record a mini ‘audiobook’ version real quick.

If you wanna listen to my dumb ass read my own writing - Click Here.

Alarms suddenly flash, plunging the room into a deep red glow. The two security officers bolt up, the remnants of their conversation instantly evaporating from memory.

“ALL AVAILABLE OFFICERS. REPORT TO ENGINEERING.”

The two exchange confused looks before grabbing their sidearm and heading out the door. The pulsating red glow of the alarms is constant and seems to keep pace with each footstep. All three tapping in a quick unison. The gleam of the hallways is definitely muted during any alert stance. Hard to tell the majesty of organic glass or a perfectly mopped floor when the lighting is brought down to about 25%. Ghymm hissed to himself that he’d have to file another complaint and get it increased to 28% at the very least. “I will fucking flashbang you, I swear to whatever a Christ is.” Evidently Bhawwb had heard. Suddenly those evaporated memories came back from earlier.

“If you mention the lighting levels again…”

“BUT THEY’RE AWFUL!”

“We’re on a spaceship. Tense things happen. Low lighting is useful. Shut up about the low lighting.”

“BUT IT LOOKS BAD.”

“AND IT MAKES FUNCTIONAL SENSE, SHUT UP GHYMM.”

“And just how does me being unable to see shit make sense? Especially when then you can’t see all the fucking chore work I did.”

“Mostly it just makes sense to me. You wouldn’t get it. And maybe you wouldn’t have to do so much bitchwork if you didn’t bother the Captain with your incessant whining about how the ‘mood lighting’ harshes your ‘vibe’?”

“… First of all, rude. Second, makes sense to you how?”

“Well that way you won’t see my boot coming when I shove it up your cloac-”

With memories caught up to the present, the screaming of the alarm in reality signaled it was indeed time to snap back to it before gravity went whoops. Both officers continued down the hall before a set of large opaque doors slid open. Silently. None of this namby-pamby human shit of specifically having the doors make noises that are as quiet as possible. Fungorian doors are the best doors in the quadrant, they’d have you know. Doors that are so good they’re able to contain the unholy and inhuman screeching of a, well, human that has been beset upon by the gods of engineering and the damned. That is, until said set of Fungorian doors decides to open for two security officers that are bickering about a brightness value.

“Ohm-munching, capacitor-crapping, resistor-licking, diode-diddling, quantum-queefing GARBAGE!”

Ghymm and Bhawwb both stick their heads in through the open doorway just as an item that looks suspiciously like a monkey wrench sails an inch in front of their face. They pull their heads back into the hallway.

"I’ve spent years, YEARS, getting electrocuted by pissy little stupid volts and soldering my dumb human fingers together to figure out something better, and you’re out here still running the same fucking tea kettle just with extra steps?!

For the next 10 seconds they both stand, frozen, staring into the open doorway. Either one of two things was happening. Option one was that a set of various tools that once belonged to a human had become possesed with the soul of said humans. Hauntings were supposedly a thing. Just recently they had both seen a documentary film about a man being trapped in a large rich persons abode with many such dwellers that dare not move on. Such a common thing was it on Earth that all humans who were watching just seemed to laugh. Clearly a defense mechanism. Then again, option two was that a very angry human was just throwing shit around. Hoping (mostly) for the second, the two officers stepped in.

In the corner were two people. One Human, one Fungorian. Both wearing an engineering uniform. The human was kneeling with some archaic implement in his hand his head bumping against the ceiling, gesturing wildly with it while standing over the Fungorian, cowering on the floor, taking shelter against a wall. A wall that Bhawwb just knew Ghymm was thinking looked awful in this lighting. He was. It does.

“I… I don’t know what you mean!”

“YOU’RE JUST BOILING FUCKING WATER.”

“Yes!”

“WHY?”

“I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN!”

“WHY DON’T YOU HAVE SOMETHING BETTER! WHERE IS THE ELEMENT ZERO. WHERE IS ELEMENT 710. WHERE IS A FUCKING TARDIS CORE OR SOMETHING. WHY DOES IT ALWAYS HAVE TO BE FUCKING WATER!”

The two officers look at each other, unsure of how to proceed in taking down the human that was, after all, several times larger than they were. Bhawbb nodded to Ghymm in a very particular way. The type of way one might nod when they’re saying "Take out your sidearm, set it to stun, and HIT HIM. Ghymm nodded back in a less particular way, one usually just used for all varieties of “Yep.”

"JOULE-SNIFFING, WATT-WHORE TURBINE FUCKERY! GODDAMN STEAM-FARTING, VALVE-TWISTING, PISS-HEATED PIECE OF SHIT!

The human raised his implement once more towards the machinery, ready to do God knows what. As it turns out, God didn’t know what and was in-fact watching with extreme fascination. Ghymm, less fascinated and more terrorized, took out his sidearm and pointed it to the skyscraper sized human. He fumbled with the buttons, applying the seemingly correct stun setting and then pulled the trigger. The human instantly vaporized in a puff of smoke, leaving his gargantuan tool floating in the air for a moment before falling down and squishing the no-longer-threatened-but-maybe-a-little-threatened-afterall Fungorian engineer. A long pause hovers in the air, filled only by the alarm backing track of the room.

“What the fuck GHYMM?! I SAID SET IT TO STUN!”

“I hit the wrong button! I mean… maybe I wouldn’t have if we were up to at least 28% brightness…”

Reminds me of some American charlatan in the 1800s (I think it was the 1800s) who passed herself off as Chinese. To be fair they were able to get away with it because the Chinese were banned from the country.

And this would be genie rules. No Cassandra here I’m afraid. No moisturizing.