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First set of the year or something. Chloe Price from Life is Strange. Item list beneath the cut. 

Video Game Challenge - Video Games [7/7]

"Strange, how there's always a little more innocence left to lose."

Fallout has a weapon called the Fat Man, which is a portable nuke catapult that launches Mini Nukes, small nuclear projectiles. Mini Nukes are exceedingly hard to find, so each shot is as precious as it is devastating.

Fallout 3 had the MIRV Launcher, which was a unique prototype version of the Fat Man that launched like seven mini nukes all at once. It was brutally awesome, but the game only had like one or maybe two feasible situations where such firepower was actually necessary.

Now, Fallout 4 also has the MIRV, but this time as a craftable mod that spreads the Mini Nuke into about six other projectiles, each just as strong as a regular Mini Nuke. Which would already be enough to turn anything in the game’s world into cosmic dust well on its way to Saturn. 

But some men want more. Some men want to see the world burn. Some men go to see Arturo, the shopkeeper at the Diamond City Market weapon shop, who for the measly sum of like 14K caps (the game’s currency) will give you the Big Boy, a unique Fat Man that launches an extra projectile with every pull of the trigger.

So with a MIRV Big Boy, you’re getting about 12 Mini Nukes every time you fire, all for the cost of a single regular Mini Nuke.

I am finally faced with Shepard telling me goodbye. And it is every ounce as bittersweet as I knew it would be when I braced for it going into the third game for the first time.

Her voice is calm; she’s quiet. She’s softly telling me it’s okay. It’s okay to let her go. For once, it’s not Shepard saying “I should go.”

It’s her telling *ME* that *I* should go–that I have to go; it is important that I go.

And what’s more is she is reassuring me that no matter where my next adventure takes me, she will always be there in some way, in some spirit; and that she puts her whole faith in me that I am up to that challenge and walking down a new path.

So while my heart breaks, because I love Shepard and she just sounds so small and so tired and I hate saying goodbye to someone who has given me so much, I feel an odd sense of peace.

So thank you, Shepard, for giving me a guiding light that I never really knew I needed. Thank you for being that role model that I always wanted but never had. Thank you for teaching me so much about myself that I was afraid to see.

I will always miss you. But you are right–we have to go forward and then look back. Take care, Commander.

Now if you will excuse me…

I should go.