Because those Monty Python random encounters were just SO AWESOME!!!1111ONE11!!!

When are you people going to realize that Fallout 3 isn’t Oblivion. Here is a huge clue. Look at the fucking title.

He was referring to encounters in Fallout 1, not Fallout 2.

I don’t believe I’m fighting the battle you think I’m fighting, chief.

But keep the fire going.

Ooo, found something neat. Apparently you can become a slaver in this game:

Later on, heading way out into the wasteland, I encountered a slaver town called Paradise Falls. I got a little angry with the town guard after being denied entry. He said I didn’t seem enough like a slaver. I called him an asshole, and then called him out to fight. He said that sounded more like a slaver, and gave me a quest to enslave a few notable people from other towns to earn my entrance.

http://www.shacknews.com/featuredarticle.x?id=982

Not quite… but I would like to know of some more examples, and see if there are “grey” decisions or if its always the “Bioware choice” of perfect Jedi vs. mindless brutality.

Somehow I agree… I miss the virginity of the first steps into new games from the time when I started playing games.
Things change though and I’m less willing to accept bad design than I was 15years ago…

Excellent … I’d love to have dynamic missions in this.

That’s what you got right.

The Combat/Masquerade/Elysium trichotomy is the exact opposite of a problem. Without designated combat zones, determining what does and does not constitute a Masquerade violation would have been a nondeterministic nightmare. Declaring explicit “anything goes” and “almost nothing goes” zones neatly solves this problem.

As for Elysium, that was a clever in-universe way of making plot-critical NPCs unkillable. As excuses go, it’s a hell of a lot better than giving them infinite hit points or installing a magic disable-all-your-weapons-including-your-fists field.

I’m sure this is all just high-falutin’ gibberish to you though. Carry on. Drink more. Consume. Obey. Fnord.

Oh, sick, did the winged guards from space or wherever come after you?

And don’t forget the fact that if you EVER wore Ordinator armor, you had to fight every Ordinator you ever saw from that point on. Vivec was definitely the best town… it was a like a dungeon crawl to get to guild halls and shops, and the best shops and guild halls were in Vivec.

I must have had over 100 Ordinator helmets in my house (the dark elf you murder as part of the Thieves Guild’s house) on display.

I’ll show YOU high-falutin’ gibberish – they should have made a dynamic political game instead of a linear quest FPS!

I’ll show YOU high-falutin’ gibberish – they should have made a dynamic political game instead of a linear quest FPS!

I’ll show YOU high-falutin’ gibberish – they should have made a dynamic political game instead of a linear quest FPS!

I’ll show YOU high-falutin’ gibberish – they should have made a dynamic political game instead of a linear quest FPS!

I’ll show YOU high-falutin’ gibberish – they should have made a dynamic political game instead of a linear quest FPS!

I’ll show YOU high-falutin’ gibberish – they should have made a dynamic political game instead of a linear quest combat pile of shit! It was a fancy in-universe way of RIPPING THE APPEAL STRAIGHT OUT OF THE GAME. Go here. Kill. Go there. Kill. Oh yeah, fight some guys, you know you love our broken combat.

I’ll show YOU high-falutin’ gibberish – they should have made a dynamic political game instead of a linear quest combat pile of shit! It was a fancy in-universe way of RIPPING THE APPEAL STRAIGHT OUT OF THE GAME. Go here. Kill. Go there. Kill. Oh yeah, fight some guys, you know you love our broken combat.

Edit: Holy multipost, Batman. I think I deleted them all.

Wait, are we talking about Oblivion, Fallout, Bloodlines or Force Unleashed now?

Hong “and what about Mass Effect?” Ooi

Yeah foo, then I got high and flew around the earth like a crazy bat mandingo goat monkey from hell. You probably saw me on TV, they thought I was Santa but I totally wasn’t, what the hell is wrong with that child stalker of a creeper who comes in through chimneys or windows or what-de-ever-da-hell it is he comes though like the crazy mofo he is. I hear he’s fake but don’t you believe it, that crazy manbitch is real as shit he tried to kill me one time but I blocked with my plus five helm of get the hell out my face ha!

And there was this other time where him and the Easter Goddam Bunny tried to get all in my shit but I was like oh hell no I killed all of Vvardenfell bitch you think your hallucinatory asses got … on that bitch? Goddamn it I dropped my mouse and goddamn it’s hard to get through a post without using a real swear goddamn. And it’s one of those goddamn solid ones that don’t move because you move the ball with your thumb and that ball just rolled who the goddamn knows where because it fell and it does that kind of goddamn crap.

Speaking of crap, I just totally went and took one and it was sick nasty awesome dude I completely managed to avoid all the hair on my crackeroonie and it was the best so clean and awesome and this one dude back in high school was all you have to use Nair to get one this good but no dude you just need to be retarded high and then everything feels good I bet that’s why Kerouac did what he did did you see me totally not swear there it did not feel good. Goddamn. I am trying so hard not to swear and it hurts. It hurts a lot. Like that episode of the Simpsons where Homer tries not to get all retarded angry and he nearly dies because he needs to beat the everloving hell out of Bart just to stay alive? Goddamn.

And there was this one time in Oblivion where I took my dudes clothes off and ran around the town butt naked and none of the NPCS reacted what the hell was with that I mean goddamn they should have at least been like haha your schlong is tiny you orc toolbag hahaha. But they weren’t and it totally killed my immersion. So I killed them all.

EDIT: I APOLOGIZE TO THE REST OF HUMANITY FOR THE DRUNKEN IDIOCY OF THIS POST.

Jesus CHRIST you’re drunk. It’s a fucking Tuesday for God’s sake.