Or the lone traveling merchant, who’d long since been left behind by her pack animal and her mercenary guards, standing knee deep in concrete on the interstate freeway, the sun beating down on her desert cap and goggles, with nothing left to say to me or anyone else that passed her by on way up to 188 Trading Post. Like the huge, blue-skinned Nightkin, for instance, that stood motionless, night and day, staring into the Brahmin pen on the edge of Novac, who flew 30 or 40 feet into the air when I hit him with the hammer I’d looted off an elite Caesar’s Legion assassin.
Instead, I’m letting them become part of the story. Their love story never ends, never finds resolution, because the story script is glitched and stuck in a loop.īut I refuse to let New Vegas’ glitches get me down. Like a lot of stories that can happen in Fallout: New Vegas, the story I experienced of Carlitos and Joana is bugged. Two New Vegas kids growing up in the wasteland. Two American kids growing up in the heartland.” Well, this is a glitchy story about Carlitos and Joana. He sings, “A little ditty about Jack and Diane. There’s a song from the 1980s by John Mellencamp.
But I'm not letting that stop my first-ever playthrough of this modern classic.
So do its glitchy mission triggers, infinite load screens, and crashes to desktop.
