I was introduced to the Fallout universe when I traded a few PlayStation games with a friend. One of those games was Bethesda's Fallout 3. Needless to say I was awestruck at first play. This twisting of alternate reality with a post apocalyptic 50's vibe was a wonderous example of a cultural mashup. What a darkly dank and deliciously designed game filled with dungeons and daring deeds in such dramatic decadence one can't help but delve deep into the dirt and detritus of humanities destiny; doom!
Then,BOOM! November 10, 2015, Fallout 4 dropped. My mind blown away from this high yield megaton brain bomb. The blast was so powerful that, to this day,Seven years later its radioactive particles have embedded themselves to my genetic code mutating and warping my mind like a Child of Atom, swept up in its cult like grip.
Then One day, about 4 years ago I was walking though a hallway at Adepticon and I noticed a table demonstration of Wasteland Warfare by Modiphius. Damn you bastards! I fought with every fiber of my being for years to not give into the seductive powers of a game I cherish now made miniature, but the mutations Ive acquired from years of exposure were too powerful and like a Wendigo I consumed as much as I could. Nothing could stop me. Never enough! Starving for more. Skin and bone. Pay witness to my curse, scaver!