I spend far too much time on the Internet. I run a small game blog called MINUSWORLDS that I will likely cross-post entries from in an attempt to get more people to read my rambles about toys for babies.
Games where I am offered moral choices are always difficult for me. Not because of the difficulty of the dilemmas presented, but more for the idea that I donít exactly have a mean streak. I really donít like hurting fairly realistic interpretations of humans unless absolutely necessary. I always to try play the hero, and usually thatís what the game expects of me. Even when Iím playing a chaos driven game like Grand Theft Auto, I donít set out to kill innocent pedestrians, and to an extent, I follow traffic laws. Part of that helps with the immersion of the world, and part of it is because sometimes my emotions get the best of me and I take it a little too serious. Iím not the biggest fan of open world style games for this reason. As I said before, I just donít have the mean streak that a lot of these games expect you to have. Video games are typically designed as a god simulator of some type, where you are the all powerful deity and it is your duty to smite everything in your path for the sake of saving whatever world you are a part of. Games with moral alignment systems seem to have rewards built in depending on what your idea of ďrightĒ is. When something in there goes wrong, it gets complicated. When I played Fallout 3, it got complicated.
I only ever played through Fallout 3 once. I didnít need to experience another ounce of that glitchy, broken world. In the time I spent there, I did nearly everything. I wandered the wasteland, found all the weird vaults and bizarre human settlements. I discovered the Republic of Dave, and I stumbled my way through the psychotropic drug trip that was Vault 106. All along I set out to play the role I was destined to play. I wanted to be the honorable, noble one. I chose not to blow up the town of Megaton, and I built quite a career for myself as a hero. I wanted to give these people something to believe in. Most of all, I just wanted to figure out where my father had gone. His departure left our vault in near anarchy, and it was never the same afterwards. In my quest to be the savior of the wasteland, I wanted to right all these wrongs that were presented in front of me. A major one that stood out though, was the case of Tenpenny Tower.
Tenpenny Tower was a gated haven for the last remnants of societyís elite. It exists as one of the few, mostly undamaged locations in the wasteland. Upon its discovery, Allistair Tenpenny set out to restore it as well as he could to a state it resembled before society died. To keep out the riffraff, a large concrete fence was built around it. In the barren ruins of the capitol wasteland, Tenpenny Tower stood tall as a monument to a world that no longer existed. For the right price, you could get in, and have access to one of the only places in the area with a regular amount of purified water. The people who could not get in, however, were the mutated ghouls of the underworld. Tenpenny had a known prejudice of the ghouls, and wasnít about to let any of those types into his tower.
Being the hero, it was my goal to set things right.
The ghouls wanted access to Tenpenny Tower, and certain members of the rich elite that resided within the tower were perfectly fine with it. Some were even welcoming of the idea of letting new people in. Tenpenny wouldnít have it. I set out to form a contract between the two factions, hoping to come to some sort of agreement. After a lot of work, Iíd finally done it. Iíd managed to convince the right people to let the ghouls move in. I had done the right thing. Another portion of the wasteland had been made slightly better because of my actions, and the game rewarded me with positive karma for doing my duties. With this in mind, I left the area to return to my primary quest at hand.
For some reason later on, I came back to Tenpenny Tower, and immediately noticed that something wasnít right. All of the humans were now missing, and the place was a wreck. Upon asking some of the new inhabitants, I find out that the human tenants had all been killed due to a ďmisunderstanding.Ē I managed to find my way to the basement, and found the corpses of the former residents, stripped of their belongings. Iíd caused this. This was all my fault. Some of them might have been prejudiced assholes, but they didnít deserve to die. Not like this, anyway. It wasnít fair. I did the right thing. This was my reward for being the hero? There was no justice in what had happened here. I had to do something.
Killing people was never my style when it could be avoided. It just wasnít the example that I wanted to set. I always wanted to find the nonviolent solution to as many of my problems as possible, but this was too much. I went back up to where the head of the ghouls resided, and I killed him on the spot. The local ghouls became hostile, but it had to be done. While I didnít believe that there was justice in murder, the head of the ghouls had to die. My character had reached a crucial turning point in my playthrough of the game, and this was his breaking point. Of course, I understood that in the wasteland, rules were subjective. Trusting anyone at all was dangerous, but sometimes you could never know this until it was too late. I played through the rest of the main story, trying as hard as I could to continue being the hero, but I now understood that sometimes that just couldnít happen. My character knew this, and was no longer afraid to take a life if the situation came to it.
Being the hero is usually what is expected of you in most video games. An evil force needs conquering, and itís usually your job to do it. Sometimes thereís a reward, and sometimes you just have to do it because itís the right thing to do. This was a strange feeling for me finding out that my heroic, diplomatic actions had caused the deaths of all these people. Iíd never encountered this in a video game before. I knew the wasteland was a horrible place. I knew this going in, and it made me that much eager to leave. There was only so much I could do to try and fix the problems of this broken world, but of course, warÖ war never changes.