Bought the game yesterday and played till back to my home town. I don't want to be Boby McBuilder. Period! I do not care even about modding my weapons nor having to maintain an exo-squeletton. I want to follow that thin and perilous line that will eventually lead me to my son and some answers. I want to roam the land, sleep in shitty places, starve, cry, suffer, feel this land. I want to bath in RAD water and see the sun comes out. I want to chew my half baked mole rat meat and drop a tear before sunrise after a night of running off troubles and near death. I want to be the only reliable thing my dog think about. I want to wear clothes only reaped from the people that I put out from their misery. I want to be excited to find ammunition and a weapon that match. I want to appear before the final boss only with my experience and determination. Replace "I want" with "I need". I guess I can. I will just have to club to death everybody that ask me to do their job: surviving. (I hope NPC can be set to non essential if they are.) Great ambiance, super engine, awesome animations. Too much micro management from the scratch, gave me a panic attack.