MiracleOfSound said:
Exploring the interior DC Ruins for the first time is my favourite gaming memory.
Same. I've never been able to recapture that sense of awe and wonder the first time I played Fallout 3.
Also, when Charon and I stormed the gates of Paradise Falls together... the most epic gaming moment I've had. Spontaneous, impulsive, with complete disregard for our safety or the effect it would have on the overall gameplay.
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Walk up to the man behind the desk. Paradise Falls, he calls it. Sounds nice. I take a moment to appreciate the giant Donut statue or whatever that is, towering over the village.
Turn to the doorman and ask for passage. He poses an ultimatum. Claims to need more slaves to appease his employer. Tells me to collect them or I will be refused entrance. I understand, now.
In a flash, my combat shotgun introduces itself to his face. Point blank. Instant kill. His buddies start to move. Charon's Terrible Shotgun rings out. Once. Twice. All is quiet, for a moment. Our T45-d power armour gleams in the harsh midday sunlight, now flecked with slaver blood.
As we approach the inner gate, I throw the mini gun to Charon, and heft Vengeance, the most apt gatling laser for this job. On the count of three, we kick down the door.
Slavers. Raiders. Scum of the Wasteland. All turn to see where the commotion is coming from. I breathe in. Charon winks.
A flash of lead and lasers plays out across the camp. I feel the tiny burns of hot 5mm casings bounce against my shoulder as Charon walks forward. A slaver with a large hammer is reduced to a fine red mist under his hail of gunfire. I turn in time to see a sniper atop a wooden platform taking aim at my ghoulish companion. A twinge of adrenaline and my aim becomes fast and true. The raider burns away to ash, but I don't stop to watch. Others need my attention. I hear Charon snarling as a slaver topples from the balcony above with a sickening screech. A man in a red robe, two amazonian women at his flank, storms out of the main building. He points. His warrior women rush at me with swords drawn. Charon sees that they don't get three steps. Eulogy stares at me. Defiance. Horror. That look a man gets when he realizes his folly in wearing expensive underpants that day. All is silent, save for the gentle click of Vengeance's trigger. The lord of Paradise Falls releases his title to us.
We stand, back to back, cutting down the stragglers as they topple out of door and window, like rats fleeing from a sinking ship. Our spartan war cries echo across the Capital Wasteland. This is our town. This is our Wasteland.