– Tom Heath
We all know that Fallout Shelter is the destroyer of lives. Since it came out on Android last week I have been sporadically playing it, but something happened the other day that I wanted to talk about.
I sent a woman out into wasteland to see what they would come back with, as I was in dire need of better supplies. It was early on in my playthrough, so I foolishly sent her out there with no med kits, no Rad-Aways and no weaponry, not realising this would lead to her certain doom. I went back to micromanaging and only later learned she had died out there.
This was the point I realised that I could have been observing this poor woman’s progress on her journey, that there was a record of her thoughts and feelings before she met her untimely demise. I found it both hilarious and profoundly sad, and thought it would probably make for a good In Memoriam article.
However, I had already deleted the record of her journey, so I would need to deliberately send someone out into the wasteland without supplies for the express purpose of making funnies about their death.
The Vault dweller I chose was named Michelle Sanders, and I gave her a single health kit and no Rad-Aways. Weapons? Yeah right, as if I would give this guinea pig one of my precious weapons. That’d be like I didn’t want her to depressingly perish!
But here’s the thing: Michelle Sanders is still alive and is killing it.
Where I expected Michelle to stumble past some Raiders, get found, be chased, maybe escape and try to pet a feral dog before dying hilariously, she actually found herself some combat fatigues, a shotgun and a decent amount of caps. What the actual hell…
Her victory against the Yao Guai was a highlight of her journey, but pretty soon afterwards the bleakness of the wasteland started to get to her.
I hadn’t been paying attention back at the vault if Michelle had a special someone waiting for her, but that was probably because knowing that would make me feel guilty about sending her off to die for the lulz. I may be a monster, but I’m not that much of a monster.
Also along those lines, she was completely clueless as to my original ploy to joke about her dying.
Anyway, she passed the point of loneliness and eventually transitioned into full blown existentialism.
So, I’ve sent word for her to return home, but it will take some hours for her to arrive. Should be enough time to prepare a welcome home banner, and make the arrangements to appoint her president of the new world. My word, has she earned it.