theres something about the aesthetic of owb that i just love so much, its not just the nerdy scifi look because i did initially like the institute for that exact reason, and i kinda still do, but how the institute was set up and played off really annoyed me… but damn with old world blues…
like you get this radio station that plays mostly jazz, a short invite about a midnight showing. you travel to the outskirts of the mojave black as pitch, and in the distance you see a bright blue light flashing an eyeball and darting around the screen, as if its searching for you. theres letters scrawled across it hinting to the legend of the other dlc. and the satellite is there twitching on the ground like a dying animal, so you go check it out and youre teleported to some new area. the player is given backstory stuff through a slideshow, but right after this the courier just wakes up in a highly advance teched out room, goes to find these floating robot brains with giant eyeball and mouth screens, yelling at each other, yelling at the courier, and then calling the courier’s fingers penises, more yelling, explaining the courier is missing their brain/heart/spine, even more yelling, gave a fetch quest, and then one of them masturbated into a pulse gun. then off you go.
then you explore more, and you end up seeing just all these horrible, monstrous “experiments” they did both prewar and post war that aren’t downplayed. and you see even more evidence how screwed up the world was prewar, along with the think tank saying stuff on the intercom like “richie likes balls” “the little pitter patter of your penis tipped feet” and “dalas little teddy bear” and its just this surreal combination of scifi, comedy, and horror that you never really see people even TRY to pull off
I really want to believe that they're still talking, but i've been 2 years in the army and it's the same bond: you live together cry, poop, shower, laugh, miss home together and i love these girls to death but now we're finished and everyone kinda just got back to their old home-life and we barely talk. And it's okay. I know the love and the memories are still there but it's hard to keep in contact. I want to believe it's the situation with the girls