Past is not the present. I’ll grant you, the I5 corridor is still a bastion for white supremacy, but the city proper is practically a parody of progressivism these days. Protestors actually called the black police chief a white supremacist.
Past is not the present. I’ll grant you, the I5 corridor is still a bastion for white supremacy, but the city proper is practically a parody of progressivism these days. Protestors actually called the black police chief a white supremacist.
This right here, is everything I find frustrating about the articles for this game. This was a badly designed mission that you acknowledge was badly designed, and yet you still chalk it up as a plus for the game.
No. They do not.
Seriously. They knew it was going to be ludicrously below freezing when they went in. Why did they not have some sort of plan?
Dude, weapons and armor you should be scrapping! That’s how you learn mods. If I’m near a crafting bench, I’ll pick up everything in sight, even shitty pipe weapons, just so I can scrap everything and learn the mods for down the road.
Stuff that’s not attached to a structure doesn’t get put into the “stored” menu. I just moved my camp, and it moved everything except the 10 unit generator that I had just sitting out on the grass next to a tree.
This is a bad take. I don’t know about this study, but researchers do more than just ask kids who end up in hospitals what they thought about the show. There are researchers who track google searches on suicide, as well as the rates, and both of those DID tick up after the premier of the first season.
As the father of a 9-month-old, I feel like this is a glimpse of my future, and I have very mixed feelings about that.
You know, I’ve been thinking about the “no NPCs” thing the last couple days. If Bethesda was determined that every human have an actual player behind them, why didn’t they just make some of the NPCs ghouls? This could make sense, as all the survivors have massive radiation, and you’d still have small settlements, as…
The menu system and the aiming are the real sticking points for me, and I actually quite like the game. There’s absolutely no reason to have health, and food, and drinks all stuffed into one menu, especially in a survival game. And when you’re taking away VATS, the first thing you need to do is tighten up your…
Eh, I turned 21 a month after Dubya was inaugurated, so I was very politically aware for his entire administration. I considered the entire 8 year stretch a living nightmare that would never end, even when his approval ratings were at something like 80%.
Hot take, comin’ through!
Honestly, I’m encountering FEWER bugs in Fallout 76, than I ever did in any previous Fallout or Elder Scroll titles.
I did this when we found out we were pregnant, so I actually wrote e-mails during the pregnancy too. Though it’s been several months since I’ve written one, since I’m so fucking tired right now. :/
No need to even go that far. Just remove this bizarre deciphering step entirely, and require all cypher fragments pulled off ghouls are present when launching.
At least Armie Hammer was grasping (poorly) at a well intentioned point; that people’s remembrances were more self serving, than eulogizing. Even if he did trip and fall face first when making it, he was aiming for better for Stan. Maher is just being mean and cantankerous.
I’m really enjoying it. I’m as anti-social as they come, so I’ve been playing for days without teaming up with anyone. And aside from a single encounter with a couple griefers who set up a trap at a quest point, I haven’t had much issue with other players.
Seriously. As someone born in 1980, I have fucking whiplash from how many times I’ve been told I AM a millenial and AM NOT a millenial.
After everything he’s done to his body, I doubt a cigarette is going to do him in.
NPCs are way too fucking aggressive in RDR2. I’ve literally had people draw on me, in the middle of town, unprovoked. I have to defend myself, which just means I’ve now committed murder when the law shows up, and now have a fucking bounty on my head.