Now, if you've never played this game, what I've described might look like two paragraphs of awesome and one paragraph where I told you my plans for my new young adult novel Cat Battle 7: Meowssacre. But it comes together so well that you don't even notice when you become really cautious about what your cat is wearing. You get a sense of "Oh, I bet you think you're sooo great" the first time you go into the multiplayer lobby and see someone else's cat dressed in a nicer hat than yours. I don't want to embarrass him in front of the other Palicoes. Plus, he's going to look so stylish when I give him a little cape that flows behind him as he throws tiny cat boomerangs at every Godzilla in the continent.

Now you can just groom the sick out of them. And at first, it kind of feels like an addition that someone would be fired over. "You know how you wanted to make this a breezy, accessible role-playing game, Mr. Tajiri? Well, I added a part where you have to comb the creature's fur for a minute if you want something to happen. I'll pack up my desk now, sir. Yes, an idiot. Yes, sir."

But I'd be lying if I said that I don't dig it now. I started playing Pokemon in April of 1999. I've invested 18 years of my life in these games, and it wasn't until now that I've started having any kind of warm reactions to my Pokemon. They're fictional laser critters. If anything, the thoughtless Pokemon tendencies that I had as a child should've warped me into a warlord by now. "DON'T BE COWARDS. SOME OF YOU MAY FAINT, BUT IT'S FOR THE GOOD OF THE COLONY." But now, at 27, I'm literally saying "Aww" at my 3DS while I clean the dirt off Dr. Beaksby. Don't look at me. Look away.

Nintendo
Dr. Beaksby. He has a doctoral degree in Being A Bird.

Look away.

So now that I'm able to play god among soldiers, I will stop at nothing to make any match that seems feasible. Hey, wizard dude. You look mighty lonesome standing over there in the corner of this lava field. Try hooking up with this ax-throwing barbarian woman. Nothing has to be serious. Just kill a few dragon riders, annihilate a few waves of enemy troops, and see if anything purely casual sparks up. And then have babies who will one day fight for ME.

Nintendo
That's good. I think he'll be into that. Your children will know nothing but a life of war.

It doesn't help that you strengthen bonds through interactions that are all culled from your favorite schoolgirl anime. Two scarred, war-hardened mercenaries will bumble and blush their way through a conversation about peeking on each other while they did laundry. You just cleaved a dozen men in half, and your only method of flirting is a stutter and a "Tee-hee"? No matter. I'll do whatever it takes to come out on the winning side of this conflict, even if what it takes is "Will you go to the dance with me? Check Y or N."

A cool thing in Red Dead Redemption was the fact that badass John Marston, when he wasn't shooting every misdemeanor factory in New Mexico and standing up against those who would eat babies, wanted nothing to do with the requisite prostitutes that Rockstar Games shoves into every project. Grand Theft Auto added countless ways to sleep with and then murder sex workers, because haha, I am 12 and sex is never. But John Marston had a moral code. Other main characters in the game would hit on John, and he'd tell them that while he was flattered, his dick should stay desolate for the time being. That's a cool character trait. Way better than Geralt "I love my wife but I'll send you a dick pic three sentences into the conversation" of Rivia.

Sure, all the sleeping around kind of bites you in the ass in the end, but Geralt is such a wish-fulfillment character that Witcher III may as well be renamed That Girl In Your Accounting Class Is Secretly Super Into You As Well. When he doesn't bone, he gets just on the cusp of it, and all of the cleavage zoos in Novigrad pout about it. "Well, Geralt, you're missing out." And your only option is to continue with the assumption "God, I'm so cool. Married and all the ladies still want me. And I have this sweet swor- SHIT, A GRIFFIN. AGH. SHIT. SHIIIIIIIIITTTTTTT."

Warner Bros. Interactive Entertainment
Life is pretty good when you're apparently the only fuckable thing in a thousand-mile radius.

But Fallout 4 also forces you to enjoy being the one guy in the group project who gets stuck with the terrible job. Throughout high school and college, I worked on numerous things with other people, and it always felt like a mad dash to prove that when you divided up all of the tasks, you were still being somewhat useful, even though you got the easiest possible job. "Hey man. I have to organize all of your separate papers and then copy and paste them together." This would inevitably leave someone with, objectively, the worst job. Someone named Tim that would have to do the last half of the paper, all of the citations, and construct the PowerPoint.

In Fallout 4, you're Tim. Every group that you hang out with is the laziest piece of trash in Boston. "Hey, we need you to go walk 60 miles to collect these pieces for a machine that you'll have to build yourself." "Is there any way you could try and find this dude? I'd find him, because I know exactly where he is, but I can't, because I'm not going to." "Is there any way that you can go protect that settlement? I'd go myself, because they love me, but I think I'd be better off here, watching everyone else do nothing."

Bethesda
Yes, Preston, like anything at all.

You're not a savior of the wasteland; you're just the only person with any hint of motivation left in it. And while you can bring allies with you, like a killer detective robot or a dog, there are still countless people who are all about joining Team Sole Survivor because they know that you'll be the only one doing any work. Fallout 4 is the epic story of what happens when the most driven person in the world is also the most gullible one. Sure, I'll try to find your son in that abandoned building with all of the flaming dead bodies strung up around it. 10 bottle caps for the job? No way, mister. You're being too kind. I'll do it for free!

Bethesda
WORTH IT.

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