Fallout 2 is my favorite game of all time and deserves something different. Straying away from the standard format of video game reviews, I have decided to incorporate poetry inspired by the game along with the review.
I apologize for the low audio volume. I could find no way to increase the audio volume without decreasing the quality. If anybody knows of a program to do this please tell me and I will re-upload the video. In the meantime, please turn the sound all the way up on your computer. Thank you for understanding.
(I also made a Fallout 1 review which can be found on my channel, http://www.youtube.com/originosity)
Feedback is appreciated, and thank you so much for watching (:
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXAcdLU1mO8&feature=youtu.be[/youtube]
Poetry:
FALLOUT 2
A miasma,
a world and innocence lost.
childhood.
rebellion, slavery, whores, thugs,
lonely sleepy cities,
struggling to survive
An endless journey,
moving onward,
travelling the wastes,
finding pieces of a
broken home,
broken dreams,
a desolate avenue.
forever discovering the New World
MODOC
Open air and simple life.
quiet sadness washing over the barren and dying landscape
Which one is truly the ghost town?
Fear is the lock,
and desperation the key,
as the wanderer acts as a catalyst,
to the hint of prosperity
this dreamlike town desperately needs.
VAULT CITY
order in chaos
neat and clean
disdain and disgust towards outsiders
and 'mutants'
A mask of protection and security
hides motives truer to arrogant supremacy
Ignorance towards greater needs
the greater good
wrapped up in a mindset of self-delusion
twisted words,
where slaves become servants
and anything not labeled 'citizen'
becomes an abomination,
a caricature unworthy of the word
'human'
'there's a town' She condescendingly says about a neighboring settlement of ghouls'
if you can call it that':
Heh, that's right.
It's name: Vault City
NEW RENO
Sleazy punks wandering the streets,
pandering to a primal desire
A battle between these thugs,
means the need for a gun for hire,
a struggle for control,
from four families flings,
political complexities breed warfare,
and other such nasty things,
But the secret to total power,
lies not in the arms war,
but using a pimply nerd,
to control Redding and gold and ore,
Yet ultimately it is the player's choice,
to see who wins and loses,
to partake in guns and drugs,
and sleep with whomemever he chooses,
Because the choices are great,
and the consequences grim,
for choosing to side with a family,
in the city of blood and lust and sin.
THE ENCLAVE
A tiger.
social darwinism.
the DNA is changed
and is now classified
'non-human'
Purity like the Master intended
only reversed.
the cause of destruction destroys again
proving not only that the cycle continues
but the resilience to change will always exist.
A glow of morality echoes a favorite word-smith and asks,
'did he smile his work to see?'
'did he who made the Lamb make thee?'
He makes pondering inevitable.
Perhaps the evil is a neccessity,
but here the fight will always be,
for the tiger lies dead at the hands of the lamb,
and the world in turn is finally set free.
I apologize for the low audio volume. I could find no way to increase the audio volume without decreasing the quality. If anybody knows of a program to do this please tell me and I will re-upload the video. In the meantime, please turn the sound all the way up on your computer. Thank you for understanding.
(I also made a Fallout 1 review which can be found on my channel, http://www.youtube.com/originosity)
Feedback is appreciated, and thank you so much for watching (:
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXAcdLU1mO8&feature=youtu.be[/youtube]
Poetry:
FALLOUT 2
A miasma,
a world and innocence lost.
childhood.
rebellion, slavery, whores, thugs,
lonely sleepy cities,
struggling to survive
An endless journey,
moving onward,
travelling the wastes,
finding pieces of a
broken home,
broken dreams,
a desolate avenue.
forever discovering the New World
MODOC
Open air and simple life.
quiet sadness washing over the barren and dying landscape
Which one is truly the ghost town?
Fear is the lock,
and desperation the key,
as the wanderer acts as a catalyst,
to the hint of prosperity
this dreamlike town desperately needs.
VAULT CITY
order in chaos
neat and clean
disdain and disgust towards outsiders
and 'mutants'
A mask of protection and security
hides motives truer to arrogant supremacy
Ignorance towards greater needs
the greater good
wrapped up in a mindset of self-delusion
twisted words,
where slaves become servants
and anything not labeled 'citizen'
becomes an abomination,
a caricature unworthy of the word
'human'
'there's a town' She condescendingly says about a neighboring settlement of ghouls'
if you can call it that':
Heh, that's right.
It's name: Vault City
NEW RENO
Sleazy punks wandering the streets,
pandering to a primal desire
A battle between these thugs,
means the need for a gun for hire,
a struggle for control,
from four families flings,
political complexities breed warfare,
and other such nasty things,
But the secret to total power,
lies not in the arms war,
but using a pimply nerd,
to control Redding and gold and ore,
Yet ultimately it is the player's choice,
to see who wins and loses,
to partake in guns and drugs,
and sleep with whomemever he chooses,
Because the choices are great,
and the consequences grim,
for choosing to side with a family,
in the city of blood and lust and sin.
THE ENCLAVE
A tiger.
social darwinism.
the DNA is changed
and is now classified
'non-human'
Purity like the Master intended
only reversed.
the cause of destruction destroys again
proving not only that the cycle continues
but the resilience to change will always exist.
A glow of morality echoes a favorite word-smith and asks,
'did he smile his work to see?'
'did he who made the Lamb make thee?'
He makes pondering inevitable.
Perhaps the evil is a neccessity,
but here the fight will always be,
for the tiger lies dead at the hands of the lamb,
and the world in turn is finally set free.
