You might smirk now, but when you’re in the game, it’s perfect. Step into the bar or general store and you’re greeted with an old dusty radio and the boxy sounds of country music from the 1950s. Out here on the frontier, people always keep one wary eye on the horizon, watching out for roving gangs. Its people eke a living out of the sun-baked desert, far from New Vegas and the watchful eye of its overlord. Goodsprings is dominated by a little bar that’s somewhere between biker roadhouse and wild west saloon. I was in a backwater caravan stop, deep in the Mojave, all alone. As I made my way down into the dusty settlement of Goodsprings, I wasn’t in my bland little apartment anymore, playing some video game. Its concerns were mine, and my concerns were steeped in the world. From the moment I left Doc Mitchell’s clinic and stepped into the glaring Mojave sun, I was a part of this living, breathing world. I’m not sure I’ve ever been swept away like Fallout: New Vegas swept me away. Seriously, ten years later and this is still one of the best teaser trailers I’ve ever seen.
