Fallout 4 – Linguistic idea

I really hate the focus I’ve had on Fallout 4 lately, but I just had a small thought: why does everyone in this world have the exact same dialects one would find today? The language has not changed one bit; the grammar has remained the same, and the same goes for vocabulary, aside from in-universe jargon which is required to describe certain things, of course.

It’s just a bit odd. Two centuries pass and the English language remains the same? No. Separation of groups of people like that is bound to cause dialects to pop up which would be audibly different from anything we have today. Of course, there are radio stations, but I can’t imagine there being radio stations everywhere right? I don’t know.

I might as well use this post to vent about the Draconic language in “The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim”, or just “Skyrim”. Concerning the vocabulary, what the hell is up with that language? It’s literally just English except encrypted! Its grammar is English, its sentence structure is English, and its overall flow reeks of English! It’s not a language; it’s a cipher, a kid’s invention, a fraud! It’s something I would have come up with back when I was twelve!

I need sleep now…

P.S. 1st of July, 2017: Perhaps the English language has devolved into something analogous to the fusion of iron in the core of a star; it has stopped “evolving” due to reaching a critical stage of non-evolvability. Nah, that couldn’t be.

such grenade, much wow, very anger

STORY TIME!

Last night, I was playing Fallout 4 on survival mode and, after unloading a bunch of shit at Greygarden from wandering the Commonwealth and fixing what remained of Sunshine Co-op’s crops following the settlers’ complete inability at defending it from an attack, I set out towards Cambridge. On my way there, I heard the Mechanist’s robotic fuckbuddies playing his cute little piece-of-shit holotape. I figured there would be maybe four of them at most, seeing how my last encounters hadn’t really given me much trouble aside from a tankbot rekking my rectum there at one point. Anyway, I take it slowly and hide down by the riverbank behind the trees. That should be enough cover, right? Well, yeah, but I then realize there were more than four robots there. I’d say there were more like eight. Obviously, I get shot to bits. Well, my legs got severed at any rate.

So, here we go again. I have to sate my thirst again. I set off towards Cambridge again. This time, the random robotic encounter turned into a random caravan encounter. The trader’s name was Smilling Billy or some shit. I don’t know; the stuff he sold was absolute trash. I ignore him, and follow the road down along the river, which I would guess is the Charles River, based on minimal Googling. I notice there is a raider settlement at the end of the road and decide to raid it. Well, I should have brought a sniper rifle, because that’s pretty much the only way to play this game without throwing a fit every two minutes. Here’s how it went down: I get a sneak attack critical in on a legendary raider there, which of course attracts every raider in the immediate vicinity. That’s not really a problem if they use their guns only, but, as can be deduced from the title, they had grenades, and they did indeed use said grenades. Well, they only used one.

Combat initiated, I use a tree as cover from a fair distance and don’t allow any of them to get too close. Codsworth and I both manage to take down a fair few of them, and end up with one final raider. “I’ll just reload behind this here tree,” I think to myself. “We’ve pretty much annihilated these guys.” Well, yeah, but of course the little cunt had an ace up his sleeve. He chucked a grenade at me. By the time I notice the reddish grenade marker on the screen, it’s too late. Barely managing to turn around in time, I get blown to bits by the grenade.

Obviously, I’m getting pretty annoyed by now. After calming down and reading other people’s rage stories involving various grenade-related shenanigans, I somwhat cheer up and head back towards the raider cunts’ base.

Prepared for a shitstorm, I notice a boatwreck just off the riverbank and decide that would be a good spot to hide. It’s a spot the raiders can’t reach and the distance between the raiders and us means I can just snipe them through the doorway or something. Well, I was being somewhat optimistic, because this is what happened:

omg fuck grenades in this game

So there I am, hiding inside the bridge or whatever smaller boats’ control room is called. The second I step out and peek past the doorframe, a raider prepares a grenade, chucks it halfway across the fucking river and lands it right through the doorway. At this point, I might as well throw my hands in the air, because most of the grenade’s fuse has burnt out by the time it lands inside the fucking boat. So yeah, I die. Mind you, the raiders didn’t even know where I was – my detect-o-meter read [       CAUTION        ]. It took the bastards less than one second to notice where I was, pull the pin on the grenade and land it perfectly through the doorway. As for my reaction: res ipsa loquitur.

As for what happened afterwards: I once again head down there. I encounter yet another robotic invasion, but manage to kill them off this time. Interestingly, a Dust Devil also showed up ahead of me, and the robots approached me from behind – they essentially pulled a pincer maneuver on me. Hiding by the river bank, I survive for once. Following this, I run down Riverside Road (patent pending) once fucking again. This time, I utilize a hit-and-run tactic, kiting the raiders out in the open in what would probably by most be called a cowardly manner, but it’s the only way to fight in this fucking game without dying a billion times and amassing hours upon hours of wasted time going back to where one died only to die again then rinse and repeat, sanity decreasing every time.

tl;dr: i died many times then just utlize a hit-and-run tactic to kill the raider cunts because its the only way to fight this game in yes.