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The Romans waged war to gather slaves and wealth. Spain built an empire from its lust for gold and territory. Hitler shaped a battered Germany into an economic superpower.
But war never changes.
- This article is about the video game franchise, For the 2024 TV series, see Fallout (TV series)
Originally based upon the Wasteland computer role playing game, Fallout is a role-playing games (RPGs)'s franchise published by Interplay and, later, Bethesda Softworks. Although set in and after the 22nd and 23rd century, its story and artwork are influenced by the post-war culture of 1950s America, and its striking combination of hope for the promises of technology and lurking fear of nuclear annihilation. In 2024, a TV series debuted.
- War. War never changes.
The Romans waged war to gather slaves and wealth. Spain built an empire from its lust for gold and territory. Hitler shaped a battered Germany into an economic superpower.
But war never changes.- Opening narration by Ron Perlman
Dialogue
[edit]- Vault Dweller: Where were the mutants coming from?
- Harold: Everywhere! Hell, seemed like you couldn't fart without hitting one. But mostly in the northwest.
- Vault Dweller: You farted Northwest?
- Harold: [laughs] Pretty good... Noo...
- Mayor Killian Darkwater: Now what the Uncle Sam-hell do you think you're doing here?
- Vault Dweller: Oh, this is your place?
- Mayor Killian Darkwater: You're damn straight this is my place! Now get the hell out before I make your head a wall decoration!
- Vault Dweller: You? Wake up, pal, you're still dreaming.
- Mayor Killian Darkwater: The name's Killian. Killian Darkwater. I'm the mayor of this fine town. And who might you be?
- Vault Dweller: What's it to you?
- Mayor Killian Darkwater: Oh, you obviously have me confused with someone who has to take your lip. Why don't you come back when your mama teaches you some manners.
- Vault Dweller: You mean kill them?
- Decker: All a matter of semantics but yes, kill them.
- Vault Dweller: Wow, you're pretty smart for a ghoul.
- Set: What is that? Sucking up? Listen, walker, I don't do the deal with norms, so blowing smoke up the tail ain't going to get you head seat at the table.
- Gizmo: Get your butt in here and sit down. We have some business to discuss.
- Vault Dweller: Looks like there's enough butt in here already...
- Vinne: We are the one and only Junktown gang. We have the run of the streets, and we rule the streets at night.
- Vault Dweller: You couldn't run the schoolyard, Chromo.
- Vinne: What? You'll pay for that remark!
- Vault Dweller: Who are doing here? And what is this place?
- Kalnor: What does it look like? I'm a guard and I'm keeping an eye out for strangers like you. And this place is called Junktown. Hey, don't laugh. I happen to like the name myself. We mostly do trading. Sometimes we trade with those stuck up bastards from the Hub. Hey, you're not from the Hub are you?
- Vault Dweller: What? The Hub? Sure I am!
- Kalnor: Then you must know most of the rules. Have a good day. And I'm sorry about the bastards past, OK.
- Vault Dweller: It's gonna cause me some severe mental trauma. Later.
- Kane: I've heard of you. You're the one that took out Gizmo over in Junktown. Killian must have paid you a good sum for that job. Are you here for some work, maybe?
- Vault Dweller: Work for this dump? You've got to be joking.
- Kane: I hope for your sake that was an attempt at humor. Do not cross us, you will regret it.
- Vault Dweller: Yeah, Whatever, tough guy.
- Kane: I don't think you understood me. Let me clarify. If you don't watch your manners, you'll find yourself dead, tough guy.
- Vault Dweller: No, let me clarify - if you don't watch it, I'll be wearing your ass for a shoe.
- Father Lasher: How dare you enter my sanctuary with a weapon in your hand! Oaf! Get out!
- Vault Dweller: You don't like drawn weapons? You're gonna hate what I do with it next!
- Leon: I don't like your attitude. I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
- Vault Dweller: Attitude? I'll show you attitude!
- Lorenzo: Well, if it isn't a potential customer! I'm Lorenzo the Munificent, at your service. I give out loans. Only ten percent daily interest, a maximum of ten days to repay. You won't find a more generous lending institution anywhere in the Hub!
- Vault Dweller: You sound like a rip-off artist to me!
- Lorenzo: Guido, Leone, why don't you show him what ripping off really means. Start with his arms.
- Gretch: Me have trouble thinking, too... what we talk about?
- Vault Dweller: We were talking about how stupid you are.
- Ian: Hello, stranger. You look like you're new here. What's your name?
- Vault Dweller: My name's not important.
- Ian: Well, then, neither are you.
- Vinne: You want to join us, huh? How do we know you're tough enough to be a Skull?
- Vault Dweller: Trust me, I'm tough enough.
- Butch: What do you want?
- Vault Dweller: I need to ask you a few questions.
- Butch: Time is money. Chit-chat is not money. You here about the job or what?
- Vault Dweller: Here for the what or the money?
- Tandi: Hi! I was afraid that you were gone and I wasn't going to get a chance to thank you for rescuing me. Aw! That was great! Action, adventure... Anyway, if there's anything that I can do for you, you just ask.
- Vault Dweller: How about you and I... well, you know... get together.
- Tandi: I'm not that kind of girl, mister. Go find a Brahma or something.
- Child with an attitude: What in the hell do you want?
- Vault Dweller: Who's in charge here?
- Child with an attitude: Sure as hell ain't you punk.
- Child with an attitude: What in the hell do you want?
- Vault Dweller: Where might I find the Master?
- Child with an attitude: In hell loser.
- Harold: Spare change, old friend, old pal? Can you help a poor mutant down on his luck?
- [cough]
- Vault Dweller: Keep away from me!
- Harold: Well, I was a trader. Did pretty good making a circuit between survivors. Lost a lotta good people, though.
- [coughs]
- Vault Dweller: How?
- Harold: Gangers got'em. Scavengers attacking the caravans. And mutants, son of a dog, if they weren't springing up like rabbits with a mission.
- [cough]
- Harold: Had to have an army of guards with, just to do a deal.
- Vault Dweller: Didn't the guards help?
- Harold: Course they helped, ya bonehead! Just too damn many to handle!
- Harold: A robot crane crashed into us. Last I saw of Grey, he was flying through the air into some sort of acid bath. I was in bad shape and... well I passed out.
- Vault Dweller: And you never saw Grey again?
- Harold: No, you idiot. I just told you I never saw him again didn't I?
- Vault Dweller: You talk like an idiot.
- Loxley: It's a little gift from me Da and Mum. Actually, a few generations before that. Do you like it?
- Vault Dweller: No, it hurts my ears.
- Nightkin: Leave me or die!
- Vault Dweller: I just wanted to compliment you on the great looking hump on your back. Your breath could use some work, though...
- Vault Dweller: So what do you want me to do?
- Butch: Simple. Find out who's doing it, and tell me. Or take 'em out. It makes no damn difference to me. Just get that job done!
- Vault Dweller: Any clues on who's doing this?
- Butch: Well there's uh... something, but I never listen to those rumors.
- Vault Dweller: Well, I do. What is it?
- Butch: You uh... you really want to hear it, huh? Well, some say it's the Death Claw, but... but I don't know nothin' about that.
- Vault Dweller: You sound scared.
- Butch: Listen you, I ain't scared. I'm... cautious. You'd be stupid not to be, with the Death Claw. Go talk to Beth, she'll tell ya more.
- Vault Dweller: Yep, you're as scared as a whipped dog.
- Butch: I'm tired of your insults you... you pinhead! Don't come back! Rutger, take this annoying bug away!
- Vault Dweller: Well, I found out who's taking the caravans.
- Butch: Really? Who?
- Vault Dweller: It's these big mutant guys.
- Butch: What, do I look a crate shy of a load? Did you even see the Death Claw?
- Vault Dweller: Been there, saw that, killed it.
- Butch: You... you killed it? Well... I uh... um... uh, where did these mutants come from?
- Vault Dweller: I don't know yet. But they have an outpost in the mountains.
- Butch: An outpost? Well... um... well uh. I'll have to talk to the Committee. Yeah... yeah, they'll know what to do. Done and done. Get out, 'cause I got stuff to do... okay?
- Harry: Hey! You not look like ghoul. How come?
- Vault Dweller: Let me guess... because I'm not a ghoul?
- Harry: You not ghoul! I knew, I knew! Not fool Harry!
- Vault Dweller: You're right. And now that you know, I'll have to kill you.
- Harry: Lou tell me watch place. Not let no one in. Not normals most. Take normals to the Lou. Hey...
- Vault Dweller: But I'm not a normal!
- Harry: Ooo... Harry confused. You not ghoul. You not normal. Hmm, what you? [Mumbling]
- Lars: Can I help you, stranger?
- Vault Dweller: Can you give me the big picture on Junktown?
- Lars: Me and my men work for Killian Darkwater. We keep some order in this town, dealing with all kinds of the murderers, thieves, and other scumbags who come in from the desert. If you want my advice, you'll also stay away from Gizmo. That fathead runs a crooked operation, but we just haven't been able to prove anything. He and his lockeyes the Skulz are going to take the fall sometime soon, if Killian has anything to say about it.
- Vault Dweller: What a bummer. No fun here at all.
- Lars: Look, buddy my job here is to keep the peace, and if I have to break a few heads to do it, then a few people are going to be hurting. So just watch it.
- Mayor Killian Darkwater: Listen thanks for saving my life. It's a mighty brave thing to do. Looks like we got ourselves a situation here. I know Gizmo's behind this, but I need proof. You interested in helpin'?
- Gizmo: What do you want? I'm a busy man.
- Vault Dweller: I'm here to talk about the attempt on Killian's life.
- Gizmo: I don't know what you're talking about.
- Vault Dweller: You're a liar!
- Gizmo: You know...
- [Gizmo Sighs]
- Gizmo: I don't like it when people insult me in my own place. Izo, escort our guest out... through the window.
- Flower Child: Would you like a flower, mister?
- Vault Dweller: Sure, I could get off on stomping it to pieces!
- Kane: Yeah, what do you want? It better be good.
- Vault Dweller: Do you run this joint?
- Kane: No.
- Vault Dweller: Nice answer moron. Who's in charge?
- Kane: Do you have any idea who you are talking to? For your sake I hope not, I don't 'run' the Maltese Falcon but I AM the one in charge. What do you want before I lose my temper?
- Vault Dweller: I know who you are and trust me, you 'are' a moron.
- Thorndyke: Sir, you are injured. I can treat you if you wish. I am a healer
- Vault Dweller: How Much?
- Thorndyke: I am a healer, not a money lender. The cathedral sees to my needs. So I might see to the needs of others. Now let me see your injury, shall we?
- Vault Dweller: Forget it. If you were any more of a quack, you'd be swimming in a pond.
- Darren Hightower: Who are you? And who let you in?
- Vault Dweller: I have a message from a friend.
- Darren Hightower: I have no friends. What is your message?
- Vault Dweller: Um... Bob sent me... oh... he said you overpaid him 100 caps and sent me to give it to you.
- Darren Hightower: I don't know any Bob, but I'll take the 100 caps and you can leave.
- Vault Dweller: Uhh... That *bastard* Bob didn't give me enough caps! I'll get 'em for you Mr. Hightower, honest I will!
- Darren Hightower: Leon, show this fool the door! Come back again, and my guards will have your head!
- Katja: You're not from around here. Who're you?
- Vault Dweller: I might ask the same of you.
- Katja: You might, but you're on my home turf, not vice-versa. So put up or shut up.
- Tycho: Whoa, not so fast. We never finished introductions, remember? What's your name, stranger?
- Vault Dweller: None of your business, you nut.
- Tycho: Now, now, no need to get impolite. But with that attitude you'd best be on your way.
- Vault Dweller: Bite me.
- Gizmo: Thousand caps. No more, no less.
- Vault Dweller: You call that a reward? If I'm to whack the guy, I'm going to need more than that.
- Gizmo: [Gizmo laughs and coughs] Maybe you're right. I think you're worth more. 1500.
- Vault Dweller: That's about what, a dollar a pound for you? Forget it.
- Gizmo: You don't leave town, you end up under it. You got me?
- Vault Dweller: Who's going to do that? You? You couldn't get off your fat butt to get a sandwich, much less kill me.
- Mayor Killian Darkwater: So, did you get the evidence?
- Vault Dweller: I sure did.
- Mayor Killian Darkwater: Which, bug or tape?
- Mayor Killian Darkwater: That's the first time I've been happy to hear his voice. Thanks, friend. Now, time for you and me to take care of the other business.
- Mayor Killian Darkwater: Well, thanks again. Oh, listen, I'm gonna take the guards and run Gizmo and his cronies out of town. I could use another gun. You up for it? Might be good for a laugh.
- Vault Dweller: Sure. It'll be worth it just to see him try to walk more than ten feet.
- Mayor Killian Darkwater: Go to Lars at the guard station. He'll fill you in. And listen, this town owes you... a lot.
- Children of the Cathedral Guard: What do you want?
- Vault Dweller: What’s this place about?
- Children of the Cathedral Guard: Something called a Holy Flame. Don't listen to this bullshit, it will rot your brain!
- Vault Dweller: Man, are these people ever stupid!
- Children of the Cathedral Guard: Yeah. It's a good thing they aren't paying me to agree with them. Holy Flame, my ass!
- Harold: Spare change, old friend, old pal? Can you help a poor mutant down on his luck?
- [cough]
- Vault Dweller: Yeah, here's a $25. Good luck to you
- Harold: Oh, kind of ya friend. Very kind. You know, if I could clear the gunk out of there, you just might find a tear in Old Harold's eye.
- Vault Dweller: Why is that?
- Harold: [cough] Rest of the Hubber's been picking on me like a bad booger since I came to town. I can't leave, though. When the deals are done [wheez] it's still my home.
- Vault Dweller: Who are the Hubbers?
- Harold: You're in the Hub, right? People who live in the Hub? Hubbers. Get it? [cough] Sheesh! Thanks for the help and good luck... think you're gonna need it.
- Kalnor: You'd better put that away. Junktown is a friendly place, friend, and we want to keep it that way.
- Vault Dweller: Put what away?
- Kalnor: Your weapon, idiot. Killian won't take your arms away, but you'd better damn well keep them in your holster.
- Vault Dweller: You seem well educated. What are you doing here?
- Razlo: Doc Morbid in Junktown taught me some. And just because we live in stone huts, does not mean we are less intelligent or educated. Have a nice day.
- Vault Dweller: So where is this Master?
- The Lieutenant: He's busy with the Children of the Cathedral. They actually consider us gods. But then, who can blame them?
- Vault Dweller: So what's the quest?
- Cabbot: You have to go to the ruins of the Ancient Order. That's south of here. Uh, you've gotta go inside and bring back something that proves that you were there.
- Vault Dweller: No way in hell.
- The Lieutenant: Now what do we have here? I've been told you wish to divulge information of the utmost importance. I do hope so.
- Vault Dweller: On one condition.
- The Lieutenant: Conditions? How delightful. Go ahead, amuse me with your... condition.
- Vault Dweller: Put a bag over your head so I can stand being in your presence.
- Vault Dweller: I can't win. I'll join you.
- The Master: Excellent. Your talents will be useful. But first, you must tell me everything about your Vault.
- Vault Dweller: Why?
- The Master: I will conquer it and turn all those pure strain humans into mutants. They will give me the army I need to bring peace to the entire wasteland.
- Vault Dweller: Sorry, I don't like that plan much.
- The Master: So be it. You've dug your own grave. Grave! Grave!
- Dane: Master! I shouldn't have said anything. I heard the Nightkin crying an felt sorry for it.
- Dane: What is evil? Evil is when good gets completely screwed up! Evil is when brave people can't be brave anymore! Evil is an anagram of vile! There's got to be a moral standard somewhere!
- Dane: Shut up, asshole! Moral standards? It sure as hell ain't here!
- Vault Dweller: Who is the master?
- Dane: You know, the Nightkin say that he is uglier than they are. That must mean he is one hideous son of a bitch.
- Dane: He's the man! The man with the plan! He plans because he loves us! And if the world gets his way, screw it! Because that's what love is all about.
- Dane: Love is what makes the Cactus grow! Love is what makes the brahmin moo! Love is screwing, it's screwing your life! I hate love, I love hate! If the Master hated us, we'd be alright!
- Vault Dweller: I would like to give your master a bit of information about my vault.
- Morpheus: I do not have a master, you imbecile!
- Vault Dweller: Then what do you call the master? Doesn’t he control you?
- Morpheus: No one controls me. He and I are... partners.
- Set: I am Set. Why do you tread my shadow?
- Vault Dweller: I am the bringer of death. Fall to your knees and beg for mercy... Or give me a sandwich, I'm pretty hungry.
- Set: Your presence means?
- Vault Dweller: Ran out of butt to kick and thought of your face.
- Tandi: Well... how do you like our little town? Bored yet?
- Vault Dweller: Hell yes, there's nothing to do here but watch the brahmin mate.
- Tandi: Finally! Someone else who sees! Of course, you've probably been everywhere, so this must be hell for you.
- Jain: Why do you disturb an elder of the cathedral?
- Vault Dweller: I'm interested in your church, and I want some information. Do you have any pamphlets?
- Jain: Continue to mock me and I will have you thrown out.
- Vault Dweller: It's obvious that kindness and good temper aren't part of this religion.
- Jain: You will pay for those heretical words.
- Jain: Are you a child?
- Vault Dweller: Lady, do I look that young to you?
- Jain: Mocking our holy cause is not appreciated. You will be punished if you continue.
- Vault Dweller: And who's going to do the punishing? Ooh, I'd like to request the extra hard whip, if you don't mind.
- Vault Dweller: I'm cleansing the world of all that is evil!
- Kane: That's quite nice of you, but 'evil' is very subjective. What or who you might consider to be evil could very well be the opposite to someone else.
- Vault Dweller: That's ridiculous. What's evil is evil. Anyone who says otherwise is just stupid.
- Kane: A blind fanatic is a dangerous person indeed. I hope your stay here in the hub is not long. We don't take kindly to murders that aren't auth... to murders of any sort. Good day.
- Vault Dweller: What's up with these cathedral guys?
- Children of the Cathedral Guard: I've been trying to get a good read on these guys for weeks. At first I thought they were fools, but now... I ain't so sure. They're organized, and they've got a plan. I can smell it!
- Children of the Cathedral Guard: What do you want?
- Vault Dweller: You wouldn't know where I could find a water chip?
- Children of the Cathedral Guard: Water chip? Do you mean like ice chips? Up in the mountains, maybe.
- Vault Dweller: Not that kind of chip, you moron!
- Children of the Cathedral Guard: Watch your mouth, asshole. These people may believe in peace and love, but I don't.
- Vault Dweller: Are you the leader of this gang?
- Razor: Gang? We're hardly a gang. But I am the leader here.
- Vault Dweller: Well, you look like a gang to me.
- Razor: I wish we were a gang. At least then we'd have decent weapons to defend ourselves with.
- Vault Dweller: Well, you're not foolin' me. You're all just a bunch of degenerates and I think you're up to no good.
- Avellone: What do you want?
- Vault Dweller: A doughnut.
- Avellone: We don't appreciate wise guys here. Buzz off
- [If asked again]
- Avellone: What do you want?
- Vault Dweller: A doughnut.
- Avellone: That joke wasn't even funny the first time. You're about to discover why I'm one of the most fearsome bounty hunters in the wasteland. And I won't even get paid for it.
- Vault Dweller: I don't like your attitude, old man.
- Jon: I might just ignore that remark if you've come here to solve my problem for me.
- Vault Dweller: What, that you're old and stupid?
- Vault Dweller: What is the Brotherhood of Steel all about anyway?
- Darrel: The Brotherhood is a collective of men and women who have dedicated their lives to the preservation of technology.
- Vault Dweller: I've heard that you people sacrifice puppies.
- Darrel: Sacrifice puppies! Where the hell did you hear that one? Don't believe everything you hear in the wastes, they're all a bunch of pathetic lunatics.
- Vault Dweller: Everyone is a lunatic outside the Brotherhood of Steel?
- Darrel: Yes... a... well... a... No. It's just people don't even try to understand what we're all about.
- Vault Dweller: Well?... I think you guys might be a little kookie myself.
- Nichole: Greetings. Hey! We're very glad you could join us. We hope that you have found our humble abode to your satisfaction.
- Vault Dweller: 'Humble' is a good word. 'Dump' would be better.
- Nichole: Hey! I don't appreciate that, but I'll overlook it if you apologize.
- Vault Dweller: I'm sorry I ever talked to you.
- Vault Dweller: You don't look like much of a fighter.
- Rhombus: Insolent pup. Apologize now and you'll not be hurt.
- Vault Dweller: What, by you?
- Leon: Each one of these marks is for a past attempt on Hightower's life. I bagged each and ever one of them. Tell me... do you know what this fool Decker hired looks like?
- Vault Dweller: No.
- Leon: Thank you for the advance warning, but Mr. Hightower dosen't like strangers hangin' around. I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
- Vault Dweller: That's it? No reward? What the hell is wrong with you people?
- Gizmo: So it comes down to this, Killian. Well, I never could put up with your stink, and now I'm gonna put an end to it!
- Mayor Killian Darkwater: I'm here to take you in, Gizmo. This time, I've got the proof I need.
- Decker: So. You're looking for a job. How fortunate, I have one that needs doing. Ahh, but where are my manners? What's your name?
- Vault Dweller: What business is it of yours?
- Decker: Everything is my business in the Hub. Either tell me, or you may leave.
- Vault Dweller: I'm not telling you anything.
- Vault Dweller: Your life is in danger, and I need to speak with you.
- Darren Hightower: Tell me something I don't know, you moron!
- Vault Dweller: Moron? I was trying to help you. You can go to Hell.
- Vault Dweller: Of course. But fist I need to know why you want him dead.
- Gizmo: Huh. That's easy. I want him dead because he cramps my business. So, will you do him for me?
- Vault Dweller: Could you say that again please... this time in my coat pocket?
- Vault Dweller: What's there to do around here?
- Mayor Killian Darkwater: Oh, we got tons to do. The Skum Pitt's on the east side, by the entrance. Great drinkin' place. Gizmo's is near there. And if your hurtin', Doc Morbid's your man.
- Vault Dweller: That's all there is to do around here?
- Mayor Killian Darkwater: Well, if we're too fast for ya, just pass on by, pal. It is pal, ain't it?
- Vault Dweller: Then there won't be anything exciting in town.
- Overseer: You're back! And in one piece! How goes the search?
- Vault Dweller: Not good, but I noticed the radiation count is low. Why don't we just move the people out of the vault?
- Overseer: We've debated this before. You ought to know now, after being out there! You think the rest of us could survive that? Besides, I'd be out of a job! I'm management! It's not like I know how to do anything useful!
- Vault Dweller: We agree on that.
- Vault Dweller: Who are the Elders?
- Maxson: Well you see there's four of them and that's about all they can ever agree on. They can't even agree if they want to piss, much less pick a pot to piss in.
- Vault Dweller: Could you tell me about the Brotherhood's history?
- Sophia: Well, it's good to see someone interested in our great history. Unlike others around here. Here you go. This is a disk of some of our earliest writings.
- Vault Dweller: I don't care about this crap. Thanks for nothing.
- Vault Dweller: Heard any good rumors?
- Rhombus: I do not put stock in rumors.
- Vault Dweller: Oh, come on, just one? Please?
- Rhombus: No.
- Vault Dweller: Oh come on, pretty please?
- Rhombus: Do you not hear? I will not say it again!
- George: Can I help you?
- Vault Dweller: Yes. I'm here to see Mr. Hightower.
- George: Mr. Hightower dosen't see just anyone.
- Vault Dweller: I'm not just anyone, you idiot!
- George: Ok. Go on in.
- Vault Dweller: What do you do here?
- Saul: [Saul laughs heartily] Why, I am a boxer!
- Vault Dweller: Ah, I could kick your ass.
- Shark: You again? Geez, some people just don't learn!
- Vault Dweller: Just stopped in for a quick drink.
- Shark: Not a bad idea. Think I'll have one myself. OF course, you always have to wash a beer down with some bloodshed!
- The Lieutenant: Oh this is excellent you know I actually doubted my officers when they said they'd captured a prime normal. It is so nice to see you.
- Vault Dweller: Go to hell!
- The Lieutenant: Ah, I feel muh better. And you?... Now, be a good little human and tell me where your Vault is. This is getting most tedious.
- Vault Dweller: Go to hell.
- The Lieutenant: I do so admire your will. Guards, take him to his cell and prepare him for the dipping. He'll tell us where his Vault is when he is one of us.
- Vault Dweller: If you're so sure I'll tell after dipping, then why all of this?
- The Lieutenant: Well, you see, there is this minor drawback. Sometimes, not always, a person's memory is, um... how shall we say, interrupted by dipping. SO there is a small chance you'll forget the location.
- Vault Dweller: Looks like we're both screwed.
- The Lieutenant: Ah, I feel much better. And you?... Now, be a good little human and tell me where your Vault is. This is getting most tedious.
- Vault Dweller: Go to hell.
- The Lieutenant: I do so admire your will. Guards, take him back to his cell and get him ready for dipping. He'll tell us where his Vault is when he is one of us.
- Vault Dweller: What do you want with me?
- The Lieutenant: The mind simply boggles at your intellect. Why the legions haven't bowed down at your feet by now, I'll never understand. Guards, take this idiot away!
- Crazed Raider: That's it! Don't come any closer. I'll off her. I swear.
- Vault Dweller: There is no need for violence. Let's talk about this.
- Crazed Raider: What world do you live in? Out here in the real would, blood flows, man. Blood flows, and it's gonna spill all over this room if you don't get out of here.
- Leon: Mr. Hightower is not taking any visitors. Now leave!
- Vault Dweller: I really need to speak to Mr. Hightower.
- Leon: Whatever it is, you can tell me. Mr. H is busy right now.
- Vault Dweller: I would much rather tell him in person. It's a matter of life and death.
- Leon: You can tell me, or you can leave.
- Vault Dweller: Look, I'm not tellin' you a damn thing!
- Shark: Hey, fresh bait! So, what brings you in to our territory, chum? Here for a little fun? At your expense, of course.
- Vault Dweller: Just stopped by for a drink and some... entertainment.
- Shark: Well, for this evening's entertainment, we've decided to thrash this place! Heh. Grab what you can carry and let's see some blood run, eh?
- Vault Dweller: Nah, I'd rather have something to eat... perhaps grilled shark!
- Sinthia: Thank you for what you did. No one ever took care of me like that before.
- Vault Dweller: I can really take care of you later.
- Sinthia: Is that all you can think about? Geez. Some people.
- Vault Dweller: Who's in charge of this hole?
- Paladin: Hole? How dare you talk like that about the Brotherhood. You are a member of our order now, and should be proud to be a member of the Brotherhood of Steel.
- Vault Dweller: Proud? Why? You're all just a bunch of robotic hop-heads, hiding from the real world. There's nothing to be proud of there.
- Sophia: I have not seen you around here before, are you lost? May I be of service?
- Vault Dweller: If I was lost I would' be asking an idiot like you for help!
- Skull Gang Member: You bitch!
- [Punches Trish she falls to the ground]
- Skull Gang Member: .
- Trish: [Gets up and runs] Oh! Saul, where are you?
- Neal: [Pulls out gun and shoots and kills Skul Gang Member] Get the hell outta here you goddamn punks! If any of ya ever touch her again I'll kill the whole lot o' ya!
- Shark: We'll be back, old man. This isn't over.
- Victor: New blood. Heh. Heh Heh.
- Vault Dweller: You're not a very happy person, are you?
- Victor: Why do you say that? I'm quite happy. I'm very happy because there are lots of things that bleed.
- Vault Dweller: You're a real sicko, you know that?
- Victor: Don't say that! My mother said that! I'll make you pay! I'm a good boy, right mommy?
- Demetre: Hey there! How are you doin'? The name's Demetre, Demetre Romara, head of the best damn caravan in the wastes. Are you lookin' for a job? Damn! You look like you could lift a mountain!
- Vault Dweller: What's it to you?
- Demetre: That's just what we're lookin' for! You like the thrill and excitement of battle don't you? Bullets flying everywhere, whippin' by your head, blowin' your enemy in two, seein' the fear in their eyes! Ahhhh, that's the life! You look like the kind of person that could serve us well, and we pay well! Oh yes, we do! We've just had a few new openin's, if you are interested; but of course you are, right?
- Vault Dweller: What's the pay?
- Demetre: We pay 600 hub bucks a job! That's each way! Hell, people say we take all the dangerous routes but I say they're the most excitiin'! You need a little excitement in your life, am I right? Of course I am!
- Vault Dweller: Do you always talk so loud?
- Demetre: What, are you afraid of loud noises or somethin'?
- Vault Dweller: No, but my ears were getting a little sore.
- Demetre: You're a smart little ass, aren't you? Well, it dosen't matter to me! Just as long as you defend the caravans I'll be satisfied. Go talk to Keri in the next room if you want a job.
- Guido: I say you just use brute force. It don't take that much to bust a knee cap.
- Leone: Give me a break. Anyone can bust a knee or break fingers. It just don't have the shock people like is used to.
- Guido: Who cares about shock value? We ain't artists, we're professionals. Uh, Leone, someone's trying to talk to us. Aren't we supposed to kill them if they do that?
- Leone: Not until the boss says so. Just ignore him and he'll go away.
- Gwen: I am Gwen. I'm one of Garl's advisors. Who are you?
- Vault Dweller: I am the one who will sweep you off your feet, honey.
- Gwen: If that is the best you can do, then I will be doing the world a favor by killing you.
- Vault Dweller: Uh, what services do you offer, exactly?
- Dan: Why, I manage the care for perddy much all of the caravans, wagons, and Brahmin in these parts. If they ever need anything for their caravans, I'm the one they talk to. Hell, the Big Three Deal with me exclusively.
- Vault Dweller: Who are the Big Three?
- Dan: Damn, son. Have ya' been locked up all yer life in a cave or somethin'? The Big Three are the three largest Merchant groups in the world. Well, okay, maybe not the world, but they sure as hell cover a large portion; 'bout as far as yer eye can see.
- Vault Dweller: Damn yourself, you brahmin freak.
- Dan: Brahmin freak? Is that an attempt at insult'n me? I would be a little more polite to he people ya' meet stranger. I could care less, but this city is filled with all sorts of cutthroats that wouldn't hesitate to slit yer throat if ya look at'm wrong.
- Vault Dweller: Damn, you're one ugly son of a bitch!
- Dan: Well at least I don't have a mutated hind for a face. Yer mother must have been a brahmin and yer daddy a rat; that's the only way ya' could have come out so damn ugly. Hell yer uglier than me!
- Vault Dweller: No one talks about my mother like that! Prepare to die!
- Dan: Yeah right, that's an okay line, but everyone uses it. Yer kiddin' right? Ya' wouldn't lay a hand on poor ol' Dan.
- Vault Dweller: Line? Hand? You wish. I'll lay much more than my hand on your soon to be dead carcass.
- Vault Dweller: I have a crime to report!
- Deputy Fry: Really? I, uh, you should talk to the Sheriff. I can't leave my post right now. I've got to... uh, fend off raiders that might come. Plus, I'm not very good with reports.
- Vault Dweller: Does the Master really want peace or does he just want killing?
- Ton: Who cares? I get to eat well, sleep in peace and kill some of the people who used to screw me over. You want something more from life?
- Vault Dweller: I want sex and violence, without the sex. You know where I can get it?
- Ton: You talk to Morpheus or to Lasher, or you can bother Ton, and Ton give you more violence than you can handle.
- Vault Dweller: What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?
- Laura: Uh heh... Waiting desperately for someone to use that pathetic line on me.
- Sinthia: Hey darling, how are you doing?
- Vault Dweller: Just fine, but I could be better.
- Sinthia: Maybe I can help you with that.
- Vault Dweller: I woudn't let my dog touch you.
- Vault Dweller: I am looking for a water chip.
- Miss Stapelton: Well, in my studies I have come across some references to such things. Actually I have in my possession a Holodisk that contains a certain amount of information that you might find useful.
- Vault Dweller: Can I have the Holodisk?
- Miss Stapelton: Information is hard to come by in this day and age. I will need to charge you 750 Hub bucks for the disk.
- Vault Dweller: How about I take a blowtorch to this whole place instead! Huh lady?
- Gizmo: Did ya finish the job yet?
- Vault Dweller: Yep, sure did.
- Gizmo: Then give me the dog tags.
- Vault Dweller: What if I don't want to give them to you?
- Gizmo: No problem, I take them off your dead body.
- Vault Dweller: Anything you know about Water Chips that you can tell me?
- Lemmy: So, you think I might know a little more about those Water Chip things huh? Well, you might be right. It's gonna' cost you, though. I think 500 bottle caps oughta' do it.
- Vault Dweller: I think you need to tell me, right now, and without the freakin' caps!
- Lemmy: Ok, Ok, Ok, see I was just kidding about paying for the info. Good joke, huh?
- Thug: What do you want?
- Vault Dweller: To see a valley filled with my enemies' heads mounted on spears. A silent valley, except for the wind whistling through their ears.
- Alya: We give them the most important thing possible. We give their dreary lives excitement.
- Vault Dweller: I think I will make their lives boring again.
About Fallout
[edit]- Brian Fargo: One of the edicts from the original Fallout was that you could solve every problem either by brute force, by trying to charm them or by trying to sneak your way around. So, to take those three options and apply them to every possible scenario, I think that was a core tenet from a design perspective of what Fallout was supposed to be.
- "How S.P.E.C.I.A.L. is Fallout 4?" Gamesstm.com.uk
Fallout 2:
[edit]Cassidy
[edit]- [On Lenny] Ghoul-boy, you better keep your damn distance. Shoooo-weee, do you stink.
- Dad named me after some comic book character from before the war. Said he was a mean sonuvabitch, too.
- If I was twenty years younger, I'd go east and explore the Midwest. Too late now, I s'pose.
- God I wish I had a limit break...
Marcus
[edit]- Been there. Seen that. Got the scars.
- I'll just stay here and tighten the vices on my shoulders.
- Jacob heard the call and embraced it. So did the Vault Dweller. But no matter how many rise above, the masses will always destroy them, right?
Myron
[edit]- So. Who the hell are you? Spill it, or I'll have the guards BEAT it out of you.
- Hey stupid! Jet, mother fucker, Jet! Yer talkin' to its maker. Its creator. Its... god.
- I did so make Jet! What, you think this lab is for show?
- Yeah, what? Can'tcha see I'm thinking here?
- Very good. And that's all your ever gonna learn, pal. You wanna know, you figure it out.
- You sure do ask a lot of goddamn questions. The answer is yeah, maybe... say, wh-where did you learn all this stuff anyway? You from Vault City or something?
- Yeah, keep mouthing off, smartass. I could oxidize circles around you. I'm a natural. Self-taught. None of that bullshit Vault City 'purer-than-thou' 'tude see?
- Ah for fuck's sake, it can't be done, all right? It's a goddammn drug, not a bacterial infection.
- Kee-rist. That has got to be the dumbest... hmmmm...
- Ha! You'd have better luck convincing a radscorpion to part with its tail than to get Vault City to part with anything.
- Hoh! Oh, so-o-o what was that, like Tribal humor? Yea, hardy-har-har. Pretty fucking funny.
- Great. One of the mental midgets from upstairs. Look, I ain't got much here, but you can tuh-tuh-take whatever you want.
- Sure! You bet! Uh, here you go. Here's all of it. Now uh, you go back to your stall now, okay?
- Abso-fucking-lutely! Heh, you bet! You and I are gonna to be the best of friends, okay?
- Guards ain't worth the chips you pay for em... well, my retarded friend, we've been introduced so why don't you GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE NOW!
- You and me - friends forever n' ever. Or the next injection. NOW GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE!
- Who're you an' how the hell did you get in here? Wh-where are those jackass guards?
- Do I look like a cartographer? You want to scour the desert for them, you go right ahead.
- Uhm, I'm gonna need some radscorpion venom sacs first. Ironic, in'Mason: Well, check out this bouquet of assholes.
- Damn right I did! I make the shit everybody wants and can't get enough of.
- Amateurish? Ama-amateurish? Jet's pure genius, and don't you forget it! And I didn't stumble across it, I MADE it.
- I feel like I've passed an arbitrary experience point limit and gained more power.
Sulik
[edit]- What can we and I do you for?
- Grampy-bone be doing da killin' right now.
Others
[edit]- Mason: Well, check out this bouquet of assholes.
- Mason: What're you doing here, punchy? Lose your way to the boxing ring? Get outta here.
- Sergeant Arch Dornan: Welcome to the camp Navarro, so you are the new replacement. You are out of uniform soldier, where is your power armor!?
- Raider: You fight like old people fuck!
- Raider: Take the pain motherfucker!
- Renesco: Me? I'm jolly ol' Saint Nick. And YOU must be that stupid slip of porno trash that trench coat-wearing elderly men use to fulfill their masturbatory fantasies.
Dialogue
[edit]- Chosen One: I had some questions...
- Myron: Yeah, what's on your mind?
- Chosen One: Tell me about Jet.
- Myron: We've been over this. I'm not here to be your memory.
- Chosen One: You'll be a corpse if you don't answer my question. How did you create Jet?
- Myron: Uh, in my lab. Next question.
- Chosen One: HOW did you develop it, smart guy?
- Myron: Ah, Christ. Well...when I came across the Mardino family way back when, they were farming peyote cacti and trying to sell it to tourists as the "Reno Expericence." Total bullshit.
- Chosen One: Go on.
- Myron: I mean, peyote? C'mon, it isn't even half the strength of say, old school LSD.
- Chosen One: Uh, about the Jet --?
- Myron: Plus, a peyote trip is too long. The profit's in fast turn around and high addiction. Like, uh, barbitutates before the Big One, y'know?
- Chosen One: I hope this is leading somewhere.
- Myron: Problem is, in the new climate, we can't grow most of the veggies needed for the best drugs.
- Chosen One: You just like hearing yourself talk, right?
- Myron: Couldn't grow coca plants, opium poppies -- and man did we try -- so we figured our best bet was shrooms.
- Chosen One: Why?
- Myron: You can grow 'em of you use plenty o' brahmin shit as fertilizer.
- Chosen One: Speaking of plenty of shit...Go on.
- Myron: Plus, hallucinogens have low overheads, so I started experimenting with derivatives of lysergic acid diehtylamide and psilocybin. Still...
- Chosen One: Still...?
- Myron: Still, I really wanted to whip up a hard-hitter that didn't rely on veggie extracts. Man, was I an idiot, 'cause the answer turned out to BE the extracts, or, more precisely, what they were growing IN.
- Chosen One: How do you mean?
- Myron: See, old Jesus Mardino wanted something that the Redding miners would get addicted to fast AND make them work harder. So, I said, 'no prob,' right?
- Chosen One: Right. Go on.
- Myron: Well, it wasn't too hard to come up with a good upper. A sample of that pre-war protein extract, corrupt it and bam -- decent amphetamine.
- Chosen One: Uh, "protein extract?"
- Myron: Before the Big One some meat companies were experimenting with a cheap protein extract for growing food, but they had to ditch it. One little skin bacteria contaminates it, and it's all screwed.
- Chosen One: Screwed? How?
- Myron: The contaminated version acted like an amphetamine when ingested. Little side effect. Don't ask. It's, uh, technical.
- Chosen One: So...did you somehow get a hold of this protein extract?
- Myron: I din't have to. When they first screwed it up, they contaminated tons of that shit. So, rather than ditch it, they fed it to their brahmin herds to try and recoup their losses.
- Chosen One: So you used brahmin shit as fertilizer for the shrooms, except the pre-war protein contamination gives whatever shrooms grown in brahmin shit...certain extra ingredients?
- Myron: Close...
- Chosen One: Yes...?
- Myron: See, we started experimenting with the brahmin shit as fertilizer for the shrooms, except get this: then, we noticed slaves working the fertilizer vats were getting high from the fumes...
- Chosen One: So the fumes were enough to produce the effect?
- Myron: Riiiight.
- Chosen One: I thought so.
- Myron: By putting tons of brahmin shit in the vats, we found out the fumes give off more than enough of a kick. Eureka. Literally. 'Course, we had to test to get the mix right...
- Chosen One: How much testing exactly?
- Myron: Hmm...about a hundred slaves? Mostly heart attacks, cerebral hemorrhages, psychotic episodes...that sort of thing...
- Chosen One: Are you insane? You killed a hundred human beings just for drug testing!?
- Myron: Well, not on purpose. I mean, slaves are expensive. Still, we made the money back in the first few months, so the Mardino family wasn't too pissed at me.
- Chosen One: Myron, you killed more than a hundred human beings just for drug testing? Did you get your conscience lobotomized when you were a kid?
- Myron: You're getting bent at me over a bunch of slaves? Hey, we had to make sure Jet didn't kill our customers.
- Chosen One: Oh, well, THAT makes it all right, then.
- Chosen One: What weapons are you skilled with Myron? Any?
- Myron: [snort] Beats me.
- Chosen One: Keep close to me.
- Myron: Eh... all right. You ain't hitting on me, are you?
- Chosen One: What's behind that door?
- Mason: Sarcastic. Behind that door? That door right there? Why, that's Mr. SALVATORE'S room. Now BEAT it.
- Chosen One: Look, dipshit do you still want to have your job tomorrow? I have some info about one of the other families in Reno that Mr. Salvatore's going to want to hear. So let me speak to him NOW.
- Mason: (His face reddens. He suddenly speaks to the air.) Excuse me, Mr. Salvatore, this is Mason. This man says he's got something you wanna hear.
- Mason: (Mason stops you.) Look... (Leans in, lowers voice) some ground rules, boy. Don't waste Mr. Salvatore's time, and don't give him any bullshit, or you'll answer to me.
- Chosen One: Yeah, yeah, whatever. Get out of my way.
- Chosen One: Anything interesting going on around here?
- Cassidy: "Interesting?" Heh. Friend, Vault City ain't an "interesting" place... unless the guards get bored, then you better take cover. Why you asking? You looking for something in this sinkhole?
- Chosen One: It can't be that bad here.
- Cassidy: Oh, really? Well, hell then, I must be mistaken, considering YOU'RE the authority and all. Guess you must have been napping during the raid last week?
- Chosen One: Raid?
- Cassidy: Aw, yeah, a beautiful sight it was. A guard patrol broke in here looking for "illegal substances." They busted down the door, busted up my stock, then busted up a few of my customers, too.
- Chosen One: What happened after that?
- Cassidy: After they hauled away this one guy, Joshua, for resisting arrest, they fined my ass for finding - get this - REAL whiskey on the premises. Nevermind that I got a permit from Stark three months before. Bastards.
- Chosen One: Whoa. No kidding.
- Cassidy: It gets better. Now I'm in debt to the guards for the fine, an' I had to buy a new case of alcohol from a merchant at triple my standard rate. I'm expecting the guards to come knocking again soon, just to bust my chops.
- Chosen One: What's it like most of the time?
- Cassidy: Even the good days ain't worth a damn. The Citizens don't drink much, so I'm stuck here pouring drinks for merchants. The next cheap sonuvabitch who haggles for a drink is going to be wearing his ass as a hat.
- Chosen One: Why are you here if you hate it so much?
- Cassidy: I have a bad heart. Need cardio booster shots to keep it beating. This city's the only place to get real medical care, so I thought I'd settle here, try and make a living.
- Chosen One: You sound pretty fed up with the place.
- Cassidy: Makes me want to close up shop and let this City rot. Screw 'em all.
Fallout 3 (2008)
[edit]Dialogue
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- Narrator: For on that fateful day, when fire rained from the sky, the giant steel door of Vault 101 slid closed and never reopened. It was here you were born. It is here you will die. Because in Vault 101: no one ever enters, and no one ever leaves.
- James: What about you? What kind of person are you going to be?
- James: Come on over here. I want to show you something. See that? It was your mother's favorite passage. It's from the Bible. Revelation 21:6. "I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely." She always loved that.
- Snowflake: [coughs] Terrible air down here... oh, oh! Hey! Look at that! A human! With hair! Hey, you think we can do somethin' about that?
- Lone Wanderer: About what? My hair?
- Snowflake: Yeah, man! That's what I do, I cut hair. I know, I know, you look around here and there ain't a lot of work to show off, right? These corpses only got half a head of the stuff, so I never get a chance to work on a full head. Come on! No charge!
- Lone Wanderer: How does a Ghoul end up as a barber?
- Snowflake: I prefer 'stylist' myself, but whatever works for you. Everyone has a gift, you know? I used to live in Rivet City. Folks there had enough money for me to do okay, but after I, uh... changed, no one would let me touch them. I ended up here. Of course a Ghoul with a barber shop makes about as much sense as a screen door on a submarine so... fuck it. I just took up Jet! At least it passes the time, you know?
- Lone Wanderer: Are you taking Jet over here?
- Snowflake: Well... yeah. So? What else do I have to do except get high? You think that I need to be sober to cut a Ghoul's hair? Half of the work is cuttin' the skin off. These guys don't care how they look anyway, they just humor me.
- James: You remember the Bible passage, about the waters of life? It's more than just a poster on a wall. Your mother and I, we lived by that ideal. Water, clean and free, for everyone in the Wasteland! Think about that for a moment. No more radiation sickness, no more mutated crops, no more struggling just to stay alive. Finally... hope. Isn't it worth taking a risk to give that hope to people?
- Col. Autumn: By the authority of the President, this facility is now under United States Government control. The person in charge is to step forward immediately and turn over all materials related to this project.
- James: That's quite impossible. This is a private project, the Enclave has no authority here. I'm going to have to ask you to leave at once.
- Col. Autumn: Am I to assume, sir, that you are in charge?
- James: Yes, I'm responsible for this project.
- Col. Autumn: Then I repeat, sir, that you are hereby instructed to immediately hand over all materials related to the purifier.
- James: I'm sorry, but that's-
- Col. Autumn: Furthermore, you are to assist Enclave scientists in assuming control of the administration and operation of this facility at once.
- James: Colonel - is it colonel? -, I'm sorry but the facility isn't operational. It never has been. I'm afraid you are wasting your time here.
- Col. Autumn: Sir, this is the LAST time I'm going to repeat myself. Stand down at once and turn over control of this facility.
- James: Colonel, I assure you that this facility will not function. We have never been able to successfully replicate test results.
- Col. Autumn: (kills a scientist) I suggest you comply immediately, sir, in order to prevent any more incidents. Are we clear?
- James: Yes, colonel. I'll do whatever you want, there's no need for more violence.
- Col. Autumn: Then you will immediately hand over all materials related to this project and aid us in making it operational at once.
- James: Very well, give me a few moments to get the system online.
- Col. Autumn: ...enough of these delays! (may sometimes instead say "I grow tried of waiting!")
- James: It'll only be a few more moments... (explosion, sirens, everyone inside collapses) Run... run! (dies)
- Colonel Autumn: You again. I can't say I'm surprised. You and your ilk seem hell-bent on destroying everything our government has worked to achieve. There's nothing to stop me from killing you this time. Let's end this.
- Lone Wanderer: Give it up, Autumn. You've lost.
- Col. Autumn: I beg to differ! The Enclave is at the height of its power! Once this facility is operational, the masses will flock to the Enclave for fresh water, protection, and a plan for the future.
- Lone Wanderer: Why are you doing this? Why give your allegiance to a machine?
- Col. Autumn: I am sworn to protect the Presidency. The chain of command must be upheld. I wouldn't expect you to understand.
- Lone Wanderer: Eden betrayed you. You see this vial? He trusts me more than he trusts you.
- Col. Autumn: That's not true! That plan was abandoned months ago! He would never go behind my back!
- Lone Wanderer: But you know he has. He sent me to do a job that you wouldn't.
- Col. Autumn: You could've stolen the vial. It means nothing! It proves nothing!
- Lone Wanderer: You know I'm telling the truth. Eden, the Enclave... both have betrayed you.
- Col. Autumn: I am in charge here! I am the Enclave!
- Lone Wanderer: If you're in charge, then you can stop the plans of some mad machine.
- Col. Autumn: Stop? Are you out of your mind? There's nothing else to be done! We will push forward, and we will prevail!
- Lone Wanderer: Just walk away. It's not too late.
- Col. Autumn: And you... you would just let me leave? How can I be sure you won't just shoot me once I turn my back on you? I suppose it doesn't matter much now. Very well. I shall leave you to your fate.
About Fallout 3
[edit]And then your thoughts turn to survival, just as they have for every other human; for every feral dog; for everything. ~ Erik Brudvig
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- When the vault door rolls back and you step into the sun for the first time, the sense of awe and wonder as you gaze across the wasteland that was once the United States' capital is palpable. Life is absent where it isn't hanging on by a thread. Few buildings remain standing, most reduced to piles of rubble. In the distance you can see what was downtown Washington, D.C., a standing but wrecked Washington Monument dominates the skyline as the tallest remaining structure. You can already tell this game is going to be extraordinary.
And then your thoughts turn to survival, just as they have for every other human; for every feral dog; for everything.- Erik Brudvig, “Fallout 3 Game of the Year Edition Review”, IGN, (Updated: May 9, 2012; Oct 15, 2009)
- The war did more than crumble the United States government and its infrastructure. It left behind a reminder of man's transgressions. The effects of radiation are felt everywhere, none more strongly than in the water. Thirst and desperation are constants in Fallout 3 and you won't know the true definition of either until you drink irradiated water from a toilet to gain a few health points. Water and food can heal you, but almost everything has been poisoned by radiation. You'll have to use medicine to manage the levels of radiation you take in from eating, drinking or wandering into hot zones, creating an unending give and take that underscores the struggle for survival that everyone you meet faces.
Such pressure could make even a good man do bad things. For those who are already bad, it provides the excuse to do great evil and take advantage of the weak. You will have to decide where you fit in this world. If you want to be good, there are beggars to give water to and people that need a champion. If you want to be bad, well let's just say that you won't have any problem finding places to ruin lives. If you haven't figured it out yet, this is not a game for kids or anybody with a developing moral compass. Foul language is pervasive and that is often the smallest sin on screen. Fallout 3 shies away from sexual content and giving you the option to kill little kids, but that's about it. The world is filled with twisted people who do nasty things and you yourself are often presented with the option to perform terrible, terrible acts. Several times while playing as an evil character I found the situations so extreme and wholly wicked that I had trouble taking the low road.- Erik Brudvig, “Fallout 3 Game of the Year Edition Review”, IGN, (Updated: May 9, 2012; Oct 15, 2009)
- Superficially, the world that Bethesda has created for Fallout 3 seems like Oblivion with a Fallout paint job. It has that same go-anywhere-pick-up-anything freedom, but where Oblivion often felt sparse and desolate, Fallout 3's world is teeming with the sort of mangled life you'd expect from a post-apocalyptic wasteland.
Even when roaming the barren wastelands outside major cities, you're never more than a few meters from a burned-out car or a knife-wielding raider. Yes, it's something we should expect from these open-world role-playing titles — yet it's done so well in Fallout 3 that it feels novel and immersive.- Earnest Cavalli, “Review: Engrossing Fallout 3 Mutates a Classic Series”, Wired, (Oct 28, 2008)
- Fallout 3's story seems like a similarly well-crafted re-creation of the classic tales of the first two Fallout games, at first, but after a few hours longtime fans will realize that the whole thing feels a bit off. It took me nearly 15 hours of gameplay to figure out what exactly felt wrong.
And then it dawned on me: Nothing in Fallout 3 is funny.
Certainly, you'd expect a post-apocalyptic wasteland to be depressingly bleak. But what the first two Fallout titles did so well was to show that even in the darkest of times, the irreverent human spirit remains.- Earnest Cavalli, “Review: Engrossing Fallout 3 Mutates a Classic Series”, Wired, (Oct 28, 2008)
- It's a wasteland, but we want to have enough density, and points of interest, clutter, trash in the destroyed world. So at first glance it's barren, it's empty looking, but pretty soon after exploration you'll find every ruined house has something to poke your nose into, there's a raider camp set up over by this school--there's a lot of density.
- Fallout 3 lead artist Istvan Pely, "Fallout 3 Interview Bethesda Addresses Addresses DLC, World Design, and 'Oblivion with Guns' Comments", Nick Breckon, Shack News, Aug. 31, 2008
- Aesthetically and aurally, Fallout 3 is amazing.
The entire world is decrepit and properly nihilistic, the characters you encounter are simultaneously dirty and pretty and every sound -- from gunshots to the barking of attack dogs -- sounds simply fantastic.- WIRED Staff, “Hands On: Fallout 3”, Wired, (Jul 16, 2008)
Fallout: New Vegas (2010)
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Benny
[edit]- [Before shooting the Courier] You’ve made your last delivery, kid. Sorry you got twisted up in this scene. From where you’re kneeling, must seem like an 18-karat run of bad luck. Truth is, the game was rigged from the start.
President Aaron Kimball
[edit]- [Closing his speech at Hoover Dam] Not far from this spot, a monument stands as a tribute to the sacrifice made by those who came before us, the men and women who fulfilled the promise we made to the Desert Rangers. Its back is inscribed with the names of the troopers and rangers who carried the weight. And because they made the most noble of sacrifices, it did not break us. Four years ago, we held this dam. Four years ago, we carried the weight. Four years ago, we drew a line through the Mojave as clear as the Colorado River, a line that Caesar cannot cross. Today, you stand here with our brothers and sisters to hold that line. Today, you honor all Californians by carrying that weight. Today, you are the waves of the Pacific, pushing ever eastward. You are the sequoias rising from the Sierra Nevadas, defiant and enduring. You are the great western light of California, torchbearers in the darkness, living reminders of all that is best in our Republic. Thank you. Thank you. [To his bodyguards] Okay, let's get the fuck out of here. What the hell are you waiting for – do you think I want to get shot? Let's go.
Robert House
[edit]- To your untrained eyes, it may look as though mankind is making a comeback. In the NCR, you have something that resembles a nation-state. Savage as it is, in Caesar's Legion, you have an organized society. But neither of these offer a future. They're regurgitations of the past.
Dialogue
[edit]- [Note that many lines are optional and vary widely based on player choices]
- The Courier: This building is... interesting. What do you know about it?
- The King: [in a distinctive accent] Near as I can tell, it was some sort of religious institution. Oh, I know it says "school" out front, but everything in here seems to be related to the worship of some guy back in the day. People used to come here to learn about him. To dress like him, move like him. To be him. If that's not worship, I don't know what is.
- The Courier: Tell me about the Kings.
- The King: We're different than other gangs, and not just because we dress better. We're not just a group of thugs looking for our next fight. The Kings are about an idea, you see? Where every man is free to follow his own path, do his own thing. Where every man is a king in his own right.
- The Courier: So why isn't every man in Freeside in your gang?
- The King: The kids love us, but the old-timers tend to shy away and keep to themselves. They probably couldn't pull off the look, anyway. As for the others, some people just plain don't respect others, and that's a no-no. If there's one thing I won't tolerate, it's lack of respect.
- The Courier: How about I go find dear Daniel and shake the information out of him?
- Joshua Graham: There are many reasons why that would be a bad idea. I will illuminate three. First, do not assume because Daniel is a missionary he is incapable of or unwilling to defend himself. Second, if you harm Daniel or any of the Sorrows or Dead Horses, I will find you. Make no mistake. God willing, you will not leave this valley. Lastly, waging war against good people is bad for the soul. This may not seem important to you now, but it's the most important thing I've said.
- [Caesar gives his final orders to a Legion-affiliated Courier before battle]
- Caesar: Lanius will be waiting for you. Your arrival will signal to him that it's time to launch the attack. As for what to expect, it's going to be the greatest battle - and victory - mankind has seen since it almost wiped itself off the face of this Earth. Tactically, it's simple - kill and kill some more. I may have a few surprises in store for the NCR, but that won't concern you.
- The Courier: It will be an honor to fight for the Legion.
- Caesar: Good. "In hoc signo taurus vinces." Report to Legate Lanius immediately. He'll brief you on the plan of battle. Come back victorious- or don't come back.
- [An NCR-affiliated Courier and the Legate Lanius meet during battle]
- Legate Lanius: And who are you to come before me? You bear the insignia of the Bear, yet you do not wear it as a soldier of the West wears it.
- The Courier: What, Caesar giving orders beyond the grave now?
- Legate Lanius: Caesar's will is the will of the Legion. And the West- all beneath the flag of the Great Bear exist to test the will of the Legion. The West shall fall as the East fell, and all the tribes that stretch to the setting sun shall bear the mark of the Legion.
- The Courier: Maybe you're willing to listen to reason.
- Legate Lanius: I see you fight with words, like all beneath the flag of the Bear. Let us hope your skill with weapons proves greater.
- The Courer: This battle is decided, that's why I'm here.
- Legate Lanius: So, you seek quarter? Terms of surrender? Our roads into NCR are hung with the bodies of those who tried to "negotiate" with us. Save your speeches. We will take the Dam and move forward until our feet crush the setting sun beneath them.
- The Courier: Move forward? The Legion spent years trying to take Hoover Dam.
- Legate Lanius: Hoover Dam has never seen the massed strength of the East. Only Legates such as Graham... who deserved the fire Caesar blessed him with. Now I am here, and make markers of your people as the Legion carves its way West.
- The Courier: And then what of the East?
- Legate Lanius: You speak in circles. What of the East? I am the East, and I will prove it this day.
- The Courier: If you need all the East to crush the West...
- Legate Lanius: The victory here shall be swift. Our forces shall take the dam, secure it, then build a road west on the bodies of the NCR. The East will hold. Once across the Colorado, nothing to rival Hoover Dam remains.
- The Courier: Well... except Vegas.
- Legate Lanius: Vegas will fall.
- The Courier: Really? I hope you're not counting on the Omertas to help you.
- Legate Lanius: I count on no one.
- The Courier: Good, because the Omertas' plan was stopped, Vegas is as strong as ever.
- Legate Lanius: A plan by Vulpes... Treachery is a weapon one should never rely on. I can only hope that the Omertas died when their treachery was exposed; to have the plan succeed only would have sullied the Legion. It does not matter. Victory shall be ours. It shall be swift, and it will be honest, purchased with blood.
- The Courier: It is not the strength of the West that will slow you, it is their weakness.
- Legate Lanius: Your weakness? You seek to thwart me by claiming that the Legion is too strong for you?
- The Courier: NCR's weakness is it's size- it'll take your entire army to hold the West.
- Legate Lanius: That does not mean we would not succeed.
- The Courier: Eventually- but moving your whole army West means losing the East. You can't hold both.
- Legate Lanius: [considers] The East was a hard-fought campaign. Even now, Caesar drew too much of the Legion's blood needed there for... this. Hoover Dam is but a place. I will not have it become the gravestone of the Legion, whether quickly, or slowly, as you describe, by attrition.
- The Courier: There is victory in wisdom, Legate.
- Legate Lanius: As for wisdom... there is wisdom in your words, Man of the West. Know that I shall return East. I shall not remain there forever. On that day, the strength of the Bear shall be tested. If the West is one day filled with ones such as you, perhaps it will be a worthy fight, indeed.
- The Courier: If you feel that war matters that much, perhaps you will see differently in time.
- Legate Lanius: Hnh. My coming would have saved you, set your people free in ways they cannot see. War would have tested them. Broken the weak with its violence, yet allowing the strong to arise. Violence gave you that strength, awakened you. I can see it upon your face, where two bullets left their mark. Perhaps it is unfortunate Vulpes was not here to hear your words... something tells me you would be more than his match. Until the day when our armies meet again, NCR- I shall wait for you on the battlefield.
About Fallout: New Vegas
[edit]- Brian: FNV does indeed have a Googie-style influence. We wanted to give the audience a real sense of Vegas and the time period, so we felt it was important to go that route and partially it's what anyone would expect Vegas to be. We pulled (just a little) from the 60s here and there as well, but Goog,ie is what influenced us most.
- Joe: The Art Deco movement started in the early 20s, during a period when many of the eastern cities were prosperous and growing. As a result it really influenced the skylines and the design movement moved to other areas, vehicles, furniture and appliances. So in many ways it captures the optimistic 50s period for which the Fallout franchise is known for, it nicely contrasts against the dystopian wasteland.
The west coast development really expanded during the automobile revolution and so not only was it a different time period, the nuclear age, but cities where now designed for folks traveling by car rather than by foot.
Since the real strip didn't really get fully developed until the early 50s, most of the hotels where designed in the Googie architecture style, a futuristic "Meet the Jetsons" type of architecture. In older cities, buildings are the visual focal point and building signs are small in comparison and more aesthetic then functional in their purpose. On the strip, the sign is the focal point and in many cases is as big if not bigger than the building itself. With folks now moving at fast speeds it was important for casino operators to catch people's attention well in advance to lure them in.
This is what we based all of our visual designs on for the hotels, so yes the heritage of Vegas is indeed reflected in the Strip of New Vegas.
- Brian: I don't believe we ever had a problem with weapons feeling out of place. Inherently, we approached most weapons with the characteristics of the Fallout universe in mind. I remember we would occasionally find an arbitrary prop here and there that would seem too "modern", but those would quickly get dealt with. Once you have a room filled with items influenced by a 1950s era aesthetic, it's easy to spot a chair, rug or trash can that doesn't belong.
- Joe: Other times we try to tack on items to give it a more improvised look and reflect the dystopian reality of the wasteland. I'll give you an example for an old shotgun; the gun stock is cracked from being dragged around the wasteland, it has been fixed with a clothes hanger wire and to replace the cushion on the butt, a sandal has been fastened to it and holding the grip onto the barrel is a screw clamp. This mix and max of odd parts, as well as the history, add the right ingredients to make it fit in a world where nothing is pristine.
- Art director Joe Sanabria and lead concept artist Brian Menze, Fallout: New Vegas Interview, by Brother Non, Game Banshee, November 3rd, 2010.
Fallout 4 (2015)
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Elder Arthur Maxson
[edit]- [To Paladin Danse] Look around you, Danse. Look at the scorched earth and the bones that litter the wasteland. Millions... perhaps even billions, died because science outpaced man's restraint! They called it a "new frontier" and "pushing the envelope," completely disregarding the repercussions! Can't you see the same thing is happening again?
Sole Survivor
[edit]- I'm calling it here. This world can officially bite my ass.
- [To Kellogg] In 100 years when I finally die, I hope I go to hell. So I can kill you again.
- [To Institute Courser] I'm here to pick up an order. Two large pepperoni and a calzone. Name is "Fuck you."
Dialogue
[edit]- Mister Gutsy: Civilian! A mandatory curfew is in effect! Return to your home immediately!
- Sole Survivor: [Sighs] This is pointless. The war is over.
- Mister Gutsy: Irrelevant! Under the terms of the Martial Law Act, Section 12.J, all citizens refusing to comply with a curfew order are to be pacified. Repeat, will you comply?
- Sole Survivor: "Will you comply?"
- Mister Gutsy: Repeat, will you comply?
- Sole Survivor: [Sarcastic] Will you comply?
- Mister Gutsy: Repeat, will you comply?
- Sole Survivor: [More sarcastic] Will you comply?
- Mister Gutsy: Repeat, will you comply?
- Sole Survivor: [Mocking] Will you comply?!
- Mister Gutsy: Loop detected. Error. Error. [The robot glows orange as its fusion core overloads] Return to your homes and await further instructions. ATTENTION! ATTENTION, ALL CITIZENS! [The Mister Gutsy explodes]
- Sole Survivor: You took down four guys by yourself?
- Nick Valentine: Didn't have to. Back then synths were even more of an unknown quantity than they are today. I told them I was rigged to explode and started going "beep, beep, beep." Hardest part of that rescue was trying not to laugh as they climbed over each other to get away.
- Sheffield: So thirsty... Nuka-Cola...
- Sole Survivor: [Sarcastic] Drink. Some. Water!
- Piper: So, I know you're from a vault. How would you describe your time on the inside?
- Sole Survivor: [Sarcastic] It was just me and a thousand guinea pigs. They turned... carnivorous.
About Fallout
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These games are almost certainly the most well-known (and well-loved) media that deal with nuclear weapons today. Fallout must therefore be taken seriously as an influence on the real-world politics and culture of nuclear weapons in the 21st century. ~ Cameron Hunter
- The Fallout universe paints a picture of a dystopian future. It exists in what people on the cusp of the atomic revolution in the 1950s saw as the sci-fi world of tomorrow... if several thousand nuclear bombs were dropped on it. It's a quaint sci-fi view of a future filled with atomic cars, robot servants, and incredibly basic computer terminals. A nuclear war has taken away most of these technological comforts, providing the backdrop for a game with a dreary, desperate atmosphere filled with glib and dark humor. It's a world that is both fantastic and somehow believable. And it is one that's exciting to explore.
- Erik Brudvig, “Fallout 3 Game of the Year Edition Review”, IGN, (Updated: May 9, 2012; Oct 15, 2009)
- Trading heavily on its nuclear theme, the Fallout video game series has so far teetered between satirizing the Bomb, and reveling in its power. But now it may be toppling over that fine line.
These games are almost certainly the most well-known (and well-loved) media that deal with nuclear weapons today. Fallout must therefore be taken seriously as an influence on the real-world politics and culture of nuclear weapons in the 21st century.- Cameron Hunter, “The ambivalent nuclear politics of Fallout video games”, Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists, (October 17, 2018)
- To be sure, the Fallout games have never had an explicitly anti-nuclear stance; they have never come across as an after-school special. But the satirical humor of the series has frequently targeted the hubris of mid-20th century science, politics, society, and industry. The alternative universe created by the game developers diverges from our own timeline after World War II, imagining a world where dreams of robots and nuclear-powered cars came true.
Far from ushering in a utopia, however, in Fallout, nuclear technologies led to a nightmarish collapse of organized human civilization in the United States and the rest of the globe. The Bomb is only the most obvious cause. Before the war, nuclear-fueled consumerism and unchecked mega-corporations pillaged the natural resources of the continent and poisoned the environment. (The series has never been content to poke fun at the past, but often draws unflattering comparisons to our world today.) A rampant military-industrial complex led to a garrison state, social unrest, and international tension.
In short, the setting of Fallout is hardly an endorsement of the nuclear age. As players move through the hellscape of post-nuclear war America, they are confronted by jarring relicts of the pro-nuclear age. Advertisements for the best-selling soda before the war, Nuka-cola, are everywhere. One variant of this soda was even sold with the exciting inclusion of real radioactive isotopes. All the while, players struggle to deal with finding food and water that isn’t dangerously irradiated. Take too many doses of radiation, or “rads,” and the player’s character will die. The nuclear utopianism of the past is made to look preposterous next to its horrific consequences.- Cameron Hunter, “The ambivalent nuclear politics of Fallout video games”, Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists, (October 17, 2018)
- Blending history, science-fiction, and interesting decision-making is what makes the Fallout games modern classics. And while there is no need for the series to become full-fledged anti-nuclear weapons education materials, it would help if the latest incarnation maintained the closer connections that the older entries had to the realities of our own nuclear age. Earlier Fallout games show that a humorous treatment of nuclear weapons is possible without slipping into outright ambivalence about their implications. (And yes, one can indulge in dark satire and still be outraged by the dangers of nuclear weaponry; witness movies such as “Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb.”) What should be clear, rather, is that repackaging nuclear weapons and technologies as entirely unproblematic makes for less-interesting decisions for players and weaker ties to the historical flavor that has underpinned the unique appeal of the games.
And, perhaps most important of all, these sanitized representations risk teaching a misleading version of humanity’s nuclear predicament to a massive audience.- Cameron Hunter, “The ambivalent nuclear politics of Fallout video games”, Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists, (October 17, 2018)
Voice actors
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[edit]- Ron Perlman - Narrator
- Charlie Adler - Harold
- Fallout and Fallout 2
Fallout
[edit]- Richard Dean Anderson - Mayor Killian Darkwater
- Jeff Bennett - Loxley
- Clancy Brown - Rhombus
- Jim Cummings - Set / Gizmo / The Master
- Keith David - Decker
- Brad Garrett - Harry
- Tony Jay - The Lieutenant
- Tress MacNeille - Jain
- Kenneth Mars (as Ken Mars) - Overseer
- Richard Moll - Cabbot
- CCH Pounder - Vree
- Pamela Adlon (as Pamela Segall) - Nichole
- Tony Shalhoub (as Tony Shalub) - Aradesh
- Kath Soucie - Laura / The Master
- Cree Summer - Tandi
- David Warner - Morpheus
- Frank Welker - Maxson
Fallout 2
[edit]- Flo Di Re - Elder of Arroyo
- Michael Dorn - Marcus / Special Agent Frank Horrigan
- Peter Jason - Drill Sergeant / Gate Guard
- Greg Eagles - Sulik
- Jeffrey Jones - President Richardson
- Jason Marsden - Myron
- Kevin Michael Richardson - Com. Officer
- Dwight Schultz - Hakunin
- Cree Summer - First Citizen Lynette
Fallout 3
[edit]- Liam Neeson - James (Dad)
- Malcolm McDowell - President John Henry Eden
- Peter Gil - Augustus Autumn
- Odette Yustman - Amata Almodovar
- Duncan Hood - Alphonse Almodovar (a.k.a. Vault 101 Overseer)
- Wes Johnson - Mr. Burke / Fawkes / Protectrons / Sentry Bots
- Erik Dellums - Three Dog
- Heather Marie Marsden - Sarah Lyons
- William Bassett - Owyn Lyons
- Shari Elliker - Beatrice / Reilly / Star Paladin Cross
- Craig Sechler - Butch DeLoria / A3-21 (a.k.a. "Harkness") / Talon Company Mercenaries
- Mike Rosson - Colin Moriarty
- Dee Bradley Baker - Stanislaus Braun (real voice)
- Corrieanne Stein - Betty (Braun's fake voice)
- Stephen Russell - Sergeant RL-3 and all Mr. Gutsy and Mr. Handy robots
- James Lewis - Mr. Brotch / Eulogy Jones / Jericho / Captain Ishmael Ashur
Footnotes
[edit]External links
[edit]- Fallout 3 (2008) quotes at the Internet Movie Database
- The Official Fallout series Site