As I surveyed the twisted bodies and crucified captives, I felt frustrated that I hadn’t been able to avenge them. Discovering the tortured souls were beyond any help and putting them out of their misery, my found my jaw was clenched. Finding the glass eyed, slack jawed bodies were booby trapped, I noted a righteous anger was bubbling. I need to avenge these souls. I need to make sure this doesn’t happen to anyone else.
I have a reason to exist...
In FO3, I had a feeling of isolation, that it was me against a really messed up world. While the story was good and the quests were fun and interesting, I really didn’t care about the Capital Wasteland inhabitants. Oh, I helped when asked, saved their water supply, etc. but it was cerebral. In FONV, I find that I actually care.
