One of the best thing about the Fallout games is modding community that continue to support and make new things for the games even a decade after they’re released. Some mods are bug fixes or tweaks to make the game run better, others add in new weapons or replace textures to make the game look nicer. But then there are the monster mods, the mods that are effectively a fan-made DLC. Can You Beat Fallout: New California Without Taking Any Damage? Mitten Squad Discord:
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Can You Beat Fallout: New California Without Taking Any Damage? (in text form)
Unlike a DLC, you don’t have to start a new character in New Vegas just to get to New California. Start a new game, choose New California, and your journey begins with a surprisingly well put-together cutscene showing the Great War, the basics of what a vault is, and a bunch of people piled up a few leg hands from the sand. Getting sand out of a backpack is difficult getting sand out from the corner of someone’s eye to prepare them for their journey is impossible. More war stuff happened, we’re shown glimpses of the game world just as you would be in Fallout New Vegas, and gameplay begins with a football game. I chose the path of the Warrior because I ain’t no fuckin’ nerd, I made the noise-in game of breaking something but I blacked out before I felt anything break, a character was made to fit the image of someone who isn’t me and dialog begins with a conversation between myself and Coach John Bragg. Bragg yapped on and on about my future, my past, the Vault, and he cleverly surmised that I have a high endurance. He’s almost right. I’ve always prided myself on my ability to take half a punch without bursting into tears. The vigor tester looked cool, lots of blues and yellows. I knew next to nothing about this mod so I wasn’t sure what my SPECIAL stats should look like. I obviously drained Endurance and put points into Charisma and Intelligence to help with leveling up and hopefully avoiding conflict, Luck to boost all skill and critical hits, and Agility to give a small boost to my ability to handle firearms. I also chose Skilled and Trigger Discipline as my Traits, they’re always what I fall back on. I named myself Noodle God as in, like, a limp noodle that’s a war machine.
This is the 2nd time I’ve disappointed a coach. The first was in high school when I was so bad at bowling that I wasn’t even kicked off the team, the coach just told me that I’d never be put in a match so there wasn’t any point to me showing up. He was mad. He kicked me out of his office, Bragg, not the bowling coach. He’s unconscious now and I feel nothing. I took a look through my Pip-Boy to see what I had: a nerf football and a special helmet. I insinuated that Jen is an idiot, looked at all the trophies that I’ll ever have, spoke to mister mop, and wandered around Vault 18. This really looks a lot more like a Vault than any of the vaults in New Vegas did. My task was to report to Lieutenant Chevy regarding a security job. Cliche’s and whatnot, turns out she’s not only Bragg’s sister, she’s also got an eyepatch.
This mod surprised me. Normally when you see a skill check, it’s like a siren calling out to you to click on it because it’s the right choice or will skip something and save time. Not here. That charisma check is missing a period by the way. Choose it like I did, throw in a word that I’d never say because I’m a good Christian boy, and that was it, I was on mop duty for life. To make her pay for her misdeads, I threw not one, but two nerf footballs at her head. They didn’t bother her. I think my fist tickled her, not in the fun way.
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