I'm going to have to say Fallout 3. However,I didn't harbor any special attachment towards the game"s
main cast(Three Dog excluded).This game quelled emotions through atomsphere,and through a few brilliant side quests. Immediately following being kicked out of the Vault, I headed for shelter in the Springvale School. The first wretched night in Fallout 3 was spent clearing out a school by the most violent means possible, so could sleep. I then wandered west into Andale. I was badly beaten, so
I ran into the old man's house,beat him to death, robbed his fridge,killed the cannibals and took their stuff. If it had not been for the game's decency I would have committed atrocities on the children as well. My friend eventually set me on the main quest,so joys became more fleeting: the dilemma of Blood Ties,the musings of Three Dog,the simple joy of escorting Cherry to Rivet City. I also became a goody-two shoes. Until I had beaten the game and become bored. I wanted Charon just to say that I had utterly beaten Fallout. I chopped Greta in half without a second thought. While cavorting through the Underworld again, I talked to Carol on a whim. I coaxed out of her the story.
Like that,the chair was kicked out from underneath me. This was intimate information. This wasn't
filler to pad directions or sales exchange. This felt real,like something an old barmaid might patronize a lonely drifter who she never expected to see again. Thinking back on all of this,Fallout
3 taught me a little about myself,something I wasn't all that excited to see: my morality was a by-product of the times. I had always thought of myself as a fairly good person,but Fallout showed me
I only do that because it is convenient. If I was thrown out of civilization,I would throw myself wholly into my primal urges. What was even worse was what I saw from the Greta incident. I would have no problem running rampant on other people's lives if I knew I was untouchable. I would rob another human being of the only thing had left to live for a simple achievement (I barely used Chabon.) I just really hope that kind of apathy never comes to fruition.
Sorry,I know this story incredibly too long,but I really can't believe the kind of (possiby unintentional) brilliance that radiates from Fallout 3. I could go on about how Company of Myself's
metaphor was scary good, and how Final Fantasy X helped me through my struggles with faith, but I've
already overstayed my welcome.