They were a simple courier, whose job had taken a turn for the worse. Then, the focus shifted away from weighty ideological struggles and the looming shadow of war, as they were introduced to their place in this new world. They were told of New Vegas, stuck between the two sides, ruled by a mysterious overlord named Mr House and his robotic army, seemingly clinging on to its independence by a thread. They learned of the key players in this battle, an expanding republic from New California, dedicated to restoring the world that once was, and a barbaric Roman legion forged from the enslavement of 86 tribes, dedicated to stopping the republic in its tracks. They were regaled with tales of a war over a city once devastated by nuclear armageddon and of a brewing battle that would irreversibly alter its future. Then, they were quickly dragged back to reality by the brutal and bloody sight of a raider’s head being blown off by a sniper’s bullet.
Ten years ago this October, gamers around the globe were delving into a new world.įor the first time, they witnessed the glittering neon lights and bustling drunken revelry of the New Vegas Strip, as Frank Sinatra’s dulcet tones echoed in the background.
