CLASSICS OF PC GAMING REVISITED
MYTH II: SOULBLIGHTER
Logan: Myth II drew me
in by slicing away the
RTS mechanics that
frustrated me, then
made me watch in
horror as my brave little
dwarves were reduced
to pulpy stains across
“hey baby” crap. Do a porn movie andmost guys love you, but the hookersniff and spit—as opposed to salivatingover a male stud. Become a Made Manas either gender, though, and theguards who previously gave you troublesuddenly can’t wait to suck up. Little,dynamic details like these do more formaking a world feel “real” than athousand carefully coded AI routines.
What happens in Reno
F2 ’s real genius, though, is that there’s
no assumption that you have to win
every fight or see every possibility.
Sure, if you come to New Reno sporting
stolen power armor, you’ll be a force to be reckoned with. More likely, however, you’ll arrive as just another schlub, easily put down if you go around starting fights with the wrong people. Not being the ultimate badass changes everything. What little power and influence you accumulate in Ne w Reno is earned, and it’s more meaningful because of it. And that’s
just the start.
You see, as a wanderer, you can never
find home. You don’t have to set foot in
New Reno to finish Fallout 2, but if you
do, you’ll eventually have to leave. As
with all the other towns you visit,
however, your decisions have power.
Who controls the streets? What
happens to the drug trade? War may
never change, but the world of Fallout 2
definitely does, and the one thing you
can guarantee as the final credits roll is
that however low New Reno sinks into
depravity, nobody there will ever forget
you—the hero or villain they only knew
as Arnold Swollenmember. ■
JAZZ JACKRABBIT 2
Lucas: Playing the
shareware version of
this game entertained
me for hours on end as
a youth. Jazz was OK,
but Spaz, his red rabbit
needs-to-switch-to-decaf brother, he was
Tyler: Valve’s debut
title crowbarred into
my heart with its
and level design.
Shortly after, a couple
Counter-Strike and Day of Defeat
came along and
changed my definition
of “free time” forever.
They’ll be smiling on the other side of their asses when you’re best buds with the Boss.
Bumping into a pack of radscorpions can only end well. For the hungry radscorpions.
Be careful what fights you pick. If
possible, bring friends: not Myron.
Oh, god, Myron. He’s like if Scrappy-Doo and Jar-Jar Binks had a stillborn
mutant baby. Who joined your party.
OC TOBER 2011
OC TOBER 2011