And, at the end of the trail, you always knew there'd be an incredible payoff - like launching a cult of ghouls into space with Ride of the Valkyries playing in the background. Looking at a run-down of the mission Come Fly With Me, it reads like a list of fetch quests, but the compelling story points, array of player choices and engaging dialogue disguised this so well I never really noticed at the time. New Vegas is a side-quester's dream, and while I may be looking back through sepia-tinted glasses, it felt like even the smallest story was carefully crafted to maintain interest and deliver a rewarding kicker. Do I want to take Fisto for a spin before delivery? Yes, of course I do.
I was constantly surprised at the options presented to me, which frequently veered into the ludicrous and naughty. Somehow, the game's able to anticipate exactly the sort of decisions a player wants to make, often before they even know it themselves. This is what Obsidian got so right about Fallout New Vegas. Or not, if you're like me - and make it your sole mission to find and save your would-be murderer Benny.
Like an irritated poltergeist, you're unleashed onto the wasteland to claim vengeance on those who wronged you.
There's something mournful about roaming the wilds of the Mojave, but maybe that's to be expected from a game that starts with you getting shot in the head.
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