When I first played Fallout 3, I was new to the whole gaming scene outside of Nintendo, so I'd never played a Bethesda-styled RPG before. I had just bought a 360 a few months beforehand shortly after Nintendo's dismal 2008 E3 showcase, which finally caused me to bail from the Nintendo ship after years of being one of their fanboys and out-and-out denying myself to buy any other console to that point.
But, as luck would have it, 2008 was also the year the print industry, the place where I was at the time, nosedived hard into the ground. The place I was working at have to shave off 2/3rds of its staff. I was a part of it. This was September 2008. I was given a severance package that would float me for about a month or two but I needed to find a job.
Because of my reduced income, I wasn't able to buy any vidya and instead had to rent them. One of the local video stores (yes, we still had one of those in this town) was a really cool place that rented brand new games for five days at a go for like $5. It was around the time when Fallout 3 came out, my sevrance was drying up, but I was woefully naive back then in thinking a job would pop up.
During the daylight hours I would be canvasing the area with resumes and filling job applications. At night I would play Fallout 3.
And remember how I told you at this time I hadn't ever played any Bethesda RPGs yet? Yeah, I completely and totally sucked at it. I got out of the vault but managed to die about ten times before finding Megaton. I made it to Galaxy News radio and got to the Washington DC mall by sheer luck alone.
But eventually I found myself in an impasse. I found myself in-game, cowering in a broom closet with just a hockey mask and my armored Vault 101 jumpsuit, halfway dead, with all of two landmines, five .308 rounds, and my trusty BB gun. On the other side of the door were two or three patrolling super mutants, each with rifles. It was a terrible scenario.
At the same time in the real world, things were looking grim. My money was slowly draining to zero. I was having to pawn off my stuff to make rent and pay my bills. Food budget was about $30 per week. Yeah, and I know playing vidya wasn't the most financially sound of plans, but it helped curb the anxiousness I felt each day.
In game, in the broom closet, I had to organize and prepare myself. I wasn't about to restart the game. I had to make it through this scenario. And so, through trial and many, many errors, I managed to get through by using all of my bullets to down one super mutant, grabbing his gun and luring his pals down a corridor, dropping land mines along the way. By some miracle they managed to take out the other two, and by sheer luck I got through that building.
For me, the game was kind of a "wake up" thing. If I could manage to survive a horde of super mutants with next to nothing, I could survive my real-life situation. I planned, reorganized, and focused myself harder onto the task at hand. I adapted.
And I survived. In about two months time, I finally found a new job. Granted, it was a job I would learn to hate with every ounce of my being, but it was a well-paying gig. With my first paycheck, I bought Fallout 3. It would be one of the few games I truly completed/ platinumed.
When New Vegas dropped, I was well situated into my new job, but like I mentioned, I hated it terribly. It was easily the most soul sucking experience I have ever had felt even to this day, draining any joy I had at the time, leaving me exhausted physically and mentally dead every day. But New Vegas for me became my refuge from that job. Much like Fallout 3 before it, it gave me something to be excited about. I probably spent four solid months playing nothing but New Vegas. It also became one of the few games I 100% completed/ platinumed/ whatever.