After I played Fallout 1 I was hooked. There was just nothing else like it. I got this excitement in my belly when I heard Fallout 2 was announced and I'm pretty sure a day didn't go by where I didn't lurk the official forums. I still have that feeling of excitement, thinking about all the cool new stuff. Sometimes I get that feeling, out of nowhere, and it makes me want to replay the originals again. However, when I go to play them now I usually don't finish a game, at some point I end up just feeling like 'well I know exactly what happens next, no point continuing'. So I guess I'm pretty close to being done with the Fallout games. I haven't replayed either in over a year, maybe two. A friend showed interest in tactics recently and I got him to play multi with me and that was fun, but it was just a one time deal.
I still have that excitement in my belly about Van Buren. I feel like it could still get released, or at least what was finished. I played the tech demo, it was more of a sad experience than anything, just a taste of what could've been. I was very excited about New Vegas when I first heard about it, but it lacked some magic still. I thoroughly enjoyed it, but it didn't encapsulate that feeling I got as a child. I don't know if that's because I'm an adult now, and I'm comparing experiences unfairly.
Nostalgia is my way of being connected to my childhood. It reminds me of what it means to just be happy. Now I've got bills and I'm getting fat, but sometimes I get a little flash of inspiration to roll a new character and go explore the wastes and I kinda get a flash of that happiness. Fallout 3 really hurt that, and this is probably the only time I'll mention this game here because all in all I don't think it was an awful game, but it took a shit on my childhood. It reminded me I was all alone now, living in a world of products pushed to consumers to appeal to their nostalgia and filled with gimmicks to appeal to the rest. The only good part in that game was when I found Harold, but I don't even remember what he said, other than he was a fucking tree. I still remember a lot of dialogue from my first encounter with him in the Hub, one line in particular for whatever reason has stuck in my head, regarding farting on mutants. I'll just copy and paste the quote from Wikiquote:
Vault Dweller: Where were the mutants coming from?
Harold: Everywhere! Hell, seemed like you couldn't fart without hitting one. But mostly in the Northwest.
Vault Dweller: You farted Northwest?
Harold: [laughs] Pretty good... Noo.
It was cool seeing him again, but in retrospect it was just an example of appealing to nostalgia, there was no depth to it. It was just so weird to find a scenario in a game where I could choose to listen to some old dude's stories and that I actually chose to listen.
I guess that's the gist of it. I don't think I'll ever be able to move on entirely, but I've probably beaten the games enough by now. I'm guessing until I'm an old, even fatter man, I'll still remember that feeling in my gut and I'll probably still be waiting for Van Buren.