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The old world is dead and the wasteland is all that is left. Humanity ekes out a sorrowful existence full of dread, violence, betrayal, and mania. But humanity is not alone amongst the dry wastes of the Mojave desert in Obsidian’s Fallout: New Vegas. There are other things, too—beasts turned monstrous after centuries of radiation exposure, human bodies wrought unknowable and unfamiliar after many warped mutations that were brought on by radiation and who knows what else. Yet, while these monsters, beasts, and ghouls are scary and threatening in their own right, the real horror of Fallout: New Vegas lies in the world itself—the landscapes, death, the wind, and all of the ephemera that brings Obsidian’s rendition of a post-apocalyptic retro-futurist world to unsettlingly quiet and desperate life.
In the opening moments of New Vegas, the player-controlled courier is shot in the head and left for dead by a man whose face will become familiar, but whose motives remain abstract for a decent chunk of the main narrative’s runtime. This cold-open of random death at the machinations of a world you’ve yet to understand or even slightly comprehend is in itself a terrifying concept. As a courier, you were just doing your job. You had a platinum poker chip to deliver and, hell, it seemed easy enough. But, no. Death by way of a 9mm bullet to the head swept you off your feet and into the warm bone-dry dirt of the desert. No monster did this. You were not torn apart by feral ghouls, eaten alive by cannibal gangers or eviscerated by the talons of a Deathclaw—a man, a human being, shot you for something you had no control over. India house rent receipt format. That is genuine horror born out of abstraction. Nothing popped out of the shadows and shrieked until you screamed. A jump-scare, this is not.
The motives of desperate facets humankind are a form of horror all their own. We all fear death—whether we want to admit it or not—and in the world of Fallout: New Vegas the Epicurean arguments can be left at the door. Death is always lapping at the courier’s heels. Death runs the wasteland; it is a punctual currency that can get one anything that they desire. Power? Kill a gang leader for it. Caps? Kill a roving merchant and loot their still corpse. Death is as much a verb in New Vegas as it is punctuation. But what of the horror of it? The abstract horror that permeates New Vegas is, in part, fueled by the looming, heavy presence of death. The game begins with sudden death and, if one chooses such an ending, ends in mass-death that has yet to be seen in any other Fallout title, and the game constantly poses the question “Are you okay with this?” If so, satiate your bloodlust. If not, succumb to the burden of choice and find a way around a light trigger-finger. Yet, when the horror of death chooses to lie low, the unsettling nature of the world itself comes to be felt, and it elicits a feeling that is hard to shake.
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Fallout: New Vegas takes place in a fictionalized version of the Mojave desert in 2281—two hundred and four years after The Great War of 2077 that rendered the world into a nuclear wasteland. Compared to the gray and cramped wasteland of Fallout 3’s Washington D.C. and the dense-but-not-so-cramped Commonwealth of Fallout 4, the world of New Vegas is purposefully desolate, caked in hues of orange, and unsettlingly quiet. The wind hardly even makes a sound as there are no trees for the wind to rustle or pockets of tall grass for the wind to flow through. There is just sand, rocks, desert flora, and dangerous and warped fauna. But once again, it is not the monsters or the humans who roam the Mojave that make it necessarily horrific or scary—it is the land, itself.
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The Georgia O’Keeffe-like environments give the player a sense of isolation that is oddly comforting, but like all things in Fallout, that comfort is only a veneer for the true horrors within. The quiet and solitude come not from a place of contemplative isolation, but from a place of forced desolation. The Mojave is quiet because it is dead. What it was before the apocalypse was an oddly bucolic stretch of desert where highways patrolled by younger lovers snaked across the west, from Las Vegas to California. Now, the Mojave is a stretch of land that is only patrolled by marauders who welcomed the death of the old world and the soldiers who fight to restore the world to what it was before; even if what it was before failed them.
There are no more lovers’ lanes and swing music cannot be heard blaring from car speakers. Instead, the ephemera of a life sundered by Nuclear bombardment is all that can be seen and the only sounds heard are distant gunshots and the silence one hears before their ears can even tell that the head that they are attached to has been split in two by a tire iron. The sands of New Vegas’s Mojave desert is packed tight with blood, and the sheer horror of living after global annihilation is felt in every rock, cacti, and dust storm that seeks to make the desert seem alive and, if not alive, at least animated in the throes before death.
The abstracted horror of Fallout: New Vegas works because it is indirect. The direct horrors of the title—the monsters, ghouls, and the like—pale in comparison to the crippling fear and horror that exudes from the very landscape itself, and the sheer normality of death as an all-consuming force. The only light found in Fallout: New Vegas is the bright neon light that emits from the still-functioning New Vegas strip. But do not let the light fool you because under those tall casinos, neon lights, and attempts at grandeur are the same forms of horror that permeate the quiet Mojave—uncontrollable death, previously decided fates and while the swing music of the strip helps to mask the startling silence of the post-apocalypse, the veneer of Frank Sinatra and Bing Crosby can only last so long.
Cole Henry is a Media Theory student who can usually be found drinking too much coffee, writing, running, or trying to get his friends to sit through all of The Wailing.