Fred and Loathing on The Internet

When you’re talking about Fallout, I suppose the game is what you ought to be talking about. That’s how it all started and I am confident it will continue in that form. Fallout may have started as a video game, but it has gotten bigger than just video games. Definitely bigger than PC-only turned-based RPGs.

Fallout has exploded out of the nerdy corners of PC gaming. Well, exploded might explain it’s more recent progress in the social zeitgeist. The first decade of Fallout was still a PC-nerd only affair. Now that we are almost up to the thirtieth anniversary of the first game’s release, there are now playlists on Spotify cataloging the music found in the games, and with some more added from around the same era of American pop music. Hot Topic has t-shirts with the retrofuturistic art or kitschy novelties that are replicas of in-game items. There is even a big-budget Fallout TV series now. I don’t know if it’s as popular as TV shows get, but it looks like it costs a lot of money to produce. I’ll assume a second expensive looking season and confirmation of a third means that it’s popular enough.

I’d like to say the reason why Fallout got so big could be answered simply because it was a fun game. All of them. All the ones I’ve played at least. The bare mechanics of the game are enveloping. Every way you play the game can be tweaked. Most every aspect of Fallout allowed every player to find their own style. Shoot your way through problems. Or blow them up....

Were there a Real-Time-Strategy game centered around the war in Vietnam (the 1960s span of it), I would imagine that the soundtrack would make use of the US pop/rock hits of that same era. You know… Vietnam War music. CCR (with overemphasis on Fortunate Son). Motown girls singing in harmony. Folk adjacent California hippie rock messing around with electric guitar noises. The main menu, pause menu, intro all seem ripe for the use of license 60’s rock’n’roll sounds. Or some facsimile if those can’t be had.

The only Vietnam era themed game I can think of (Battlefield Bad Company 2’s DLC), draped the game’s user interface with twangy Creedence sounds. The game was basically the same game as Bad Company 2, just with Vietnam War flourishes. It was still a multiplayer first person shooter of automatic rifles, grenades, tanks, and close air support, despite being set almost fifty years prior to the regular Bad Company 2. I suppose the music can be enough to make the player feel like there’s more to it than just a paint swap of the regular Bad Company 2 set in the modern era of warfare.

Oh wait. I have planted a ‘Nam game. I played Rising Storm 2 over a free weekend on Steam! It was an online team shooter set in the Vietnam era! I do not think it had the budget for the song rights to rock/pop hits of the 60s and 70s. Those developers did not have EA Games type money to throw around. That game approached the authenticity of the war by making the game rules more...

A new type of book to be reviewed on the blog is upon us. Behold! This time the genre is true-crime. Organized crime, that is. The book I read is not about some creepy nobody stabbing helpless women in the night at random. No, this kind of true crime is the kind populated by racketeers working together. This true-crime story is about career criminals working together in citywide conspiracies, teetering on the edge of legitimacy. The true-crime documented in this book was the highest type of crime that can be reached when working outside of the law.

In the book Where The Bodies Were Buried by T.J. English, we have a case of somebody able to operate on a higher criminal plane than what he should have. James ‘Whitey’ Bulger was able to play outside of his Boston hoodlum league because he could do something no other mobster could do. That is, he could perform his dirty work and keep it inside the law.

By law, I mean having federal cops having his back any time state or local police investigations implicated Whitey in his nefarious acts. Many times those being murder, administered personally. Perhaps he could have risen to his rank without unofficial legal assistance. It cannot be argued though that once he had a FBI protection enchantment cast upon him, he felt he could perform whatever act he thought necessary to further his criminal enterprise.

Unless Whitey Bulger got himself a capital fund, he had reached the highest echelon of crime he and...