Fallout 3: You Think Your Day is Bad?

To celebrate a friend blog of mine passing 1000 views in only two months, I decided to write a post in tribute to her! Congratulations Dystopianwonders! The blog is about Dystopian...ness, and I thought of what games would be best to play through?

Upon discussion with little Miss Wonders of the Dystopian, she completely fangirled over Fallout 3.

And you know, what?

I decided to play it.

I have come for your toast.
No seriously, they'd kill you for your toast. It's rare.

Portal: The Dark Underbelly

Dear  GLaDOS,
I know you tried to burn me in a pit of fire, and I maaaay have destroyed you by throwing your cores into fire instead, but you made me throw Companion Cube into a pit of fire first. I'm noticing you may have an obsession with fire. I think we can call it even. So how about some of that cake, huh? STOP HIDING IT! 

Also, WHAT HAPPENED TO MY LEGS?!

AND I CAN MOVE THINGS WITH MY MIND! But wait.. WHY NOT MY HANDS?!

Sincerely, Chell

P.S. No I will not assume the Party Escort Submission Position!
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Bioshock: A Beginning Impression

WARNING: THIS BLOG POST CONTAINS PHOTOS OF SIMULATED BLOOD AND GORE.

So I walked into a room. It's dark. It's dank. There's a mechanical whirring somewhere beyond, the unmistakable sound of a security camera as it moves one way and then the other. I take a few steps into the room, and I hear someone, but they aren't in front of me. There's a door beyond, and beyond that door I know, I know, there is someone there; there's also that stupid security camera. So I take more steps in, entering the door. I'm slow about it. I don't want to be ambushed. There's no one there. So I get a little relaxed, obviously there has to be someone further in the room. So far I'm not in any real danger. There is a wall of shelves and what looks like small hallway past it. that's where both of them have to be, that woman with her crazy voice and that security camera waiting to spot me, waiting to summon a droid to kill me. So I take more careful steps. I turn the corner of the shelf. The camera spots me with its classic triple ring, and then there's a voice that sounds like it is right behind me, almost like a whisper in my ear.

"You fell into my trap." I look around frantic but there's no one next to me.

Then there is maniacal screaming and I run, my heart beating fast. I scream, knowing she is right behind me. When I'm past the door, I turn. There's a woman with glowing, red-hot sickles at the ends of her forearms, just sticking out at the ends of her sleeves. I try to get more back, but I'm stuck. With shaking hands, I... take out my camera for a picture! Say cheese, crazy lady!

Welcome to Bioshock!