Walked into New Vegas (I think) forgetting I was in disguise as one of Caesar’s Legion. Got massacred immediately. Took me a minute to figure out what happened. Why does everyone hate me? Oh duh
I hate that more games don’t do this.
I’m dressed like a freaking monkey clown and not a single NPC is going to address it? Granted, I’m also wielding a god slaying sword and two minutes ago killed Death Incarnate. But still… Acknowledge my ridiculous outfit!
I want the opposite.
I want npc’s to be so terrified of my presence that regardless of what I’m wearing (as long as my face is uncovered) they won’t say a damn thing about it.
“Oh the dude who can single handedly fist fight a deathclaw is wearing the armor of my enemy? Damn bro sounds like a whole lotta not my problem.”
I did that a bunch when going to trade at Mojave.
The other day, Cass was my companion and I brought her to the silver rush when they were “asking me to.” I happened to have Annabelle in my weapons and… It’s amazing what rocket damage to the head will do indoors. Shit just went everywhere.
I always take their job offer and then let the guy with a bomb walk right in. Dude has the right idea.
