One year later. By this time I had finished the game at least twice
since my last epic journey. Though I had heard stories through the web
of a new game. A sequel. I hadn't allowed myself such flights of fancy,
took it for an old wives tale. I gave a hearty guffaw at such a thought
as I made finishes to my real-life Fallout shelter. But what if the
rumours were true. What if...I was wrong!
I quickly dashed down the street, screaming to the heavens. "Why have
you forsaken me Lord?!" I received no reply, so from that day forth I
became an atheist.
When I reached my local gaming emporium I ran up and down the
aisles, a mild hysteria had overcame me. Then I saw it. The second Holy
Grail to Fallout. It's sequel, Fallout 2: Search for The Enclave. I
almost had a mild stroke, but my army training kicked in and I ripped
the game from the shelf. I felt an orgasmic sense of euphoria as I
slammed down my fifty big bucks to the cashier. "Keep the change!" I
cried, sobbing in joy. Skipping down the street I felt my very large
penis pop out of my trousers and start ejaculating. I had found Fallout
I think we all had that feeling when we found Fallout 2.