![]() ![]() ![]() In the first few hours, I was tasked with either saving an agricultural center that provides most of the valley’s food, or a moderate city-center that protects a massive water source. Every choice I made hurt at least one person and rarely played out the way I intended. That probably seems obvious given the gloom “post-apocalypse” typically denotes, but the profound cruelty that is sewn into the world and writing is what makes this game unique. This post-apocalyptic version of Arizona is an ugly place. Thus, I give you inXile Entertainment’s Wasteland 2.įorgive the lengthy introduction, but it is the only way to illustrate what makes Wasteland 2 so, so special. On my second save, I deactivated the bomb, spared the monk, but when I returned, the cultist monks had grown wise to their false, nuclear God and proceeded to kill all who lied to them, including the man who gave me the quest. When I returned to the cult, the idiot monks detonated the bomb and completely decimated their society. On my first save, I sent the bomb as is and killed the monk. I had a choice: Deactivate the bomb or send the bomb as is to my quest-giving monks. He also told me that if I don’t deactivate the bomb, then we will have to kill him since he would rather be dead then live in a world where the threat of nuclear destruction continues to loom. This monk, however, wanted me to deactivate the bomb because he feared what will become of it in the wrong hands (uh… duh?). So, after loading up on ammo and skepticism, I battled my way through the particularly violent northern wastes and traveled to Silo 7, the supposed site of their sleeping Titan. This particular brand of monks worshiped a nuclear bomb as their false God, which they referred to as Titan, and they wanted my band of wastelanders to find them another Titan for the simple mathematical leverage of having two nuclear bombs. You see, there were a few psychotic, cultist monks that wanted my group to travel far north in the desert wastes of Arizona to find, and ultimately transport, a nuclear missile. After what felt like hours, I finally made it to Silo 7.
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