In a fight against a level 50 scorch beast, my team brought out all of its heavy weaponry – gear that was obtained over 60 hours of play. Given how unstable the servers are and how frequently glitches occur, your playthrough can be upended within seconds. If something terrible happens, you have to live with it. Unlike Bethesda's single-player titles, players cannot load earlier saves to undo the potential harm that is inflicted when the game misfires. The excuse of “all Bethesda Game Studios games launch buggy” is not a safety net or a get-out-of-jail-free card. For an online game of this ilk, this can (and likely will) lead to disaster. From server dumps and hard crashes to bosses getting stuck in walls and enemies magically appearing out of thin air, Fallout 76 struggles to deliver an experience that players can trust. My journey through West Virginia’s wasteland was filled with fascinating developments just like this one, but the greatest danger I faced wasn’t from an irradiated beast or the bloodlust of another player – it was the stability of the game itself. The injection of other players into Fallout’s tried-and-true framework creates unpredictable cooperative scenarios and the chance to make new friends. In this singular moment, Fallout 76 shows us why it can be great. We waved at each other and went our separate ways. I handed him a rare sniper rifle as a thank you for the assist. I assisted how I could, and when the last mutant body hit the ground, engaged in small talk with my savior. Another player decked out in power armor arrived to clean up the mess. From this vantage point I realized I wasn’t alone. I dashed up a set of stairs to a rooftop to watch the chaos unfold. I peeked outside of the door to see the mutants were now exchanging blows with an agitated Grafton Monster. When the rattling of machine guns returned, I realized the bullets weren’t flying my way. I aimed my firearm at the door, but they didn’t enter. I couldn’t win this fight, but I was determined to go down in a blaze of glory, hopefully picking off a few before I collapsed. They closed in on my location their machine-gun fire intensifying, and their grenade tosses becoming more accurate.
As I weaved in and out of dilapidated buildings searching for a temporary safe zone to heal up and find a weapon that could handle this threat, the mutants’ numbers grew. The super mutants pressed their attack and my health worsened.
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