I have been playing the absolute shit out of Fallout London for the past week. And I think I've finally met my match, because at Level 14 with a decent chunk of quests under my belt, I have only explored about 1/4th of the city. When I look at the mostly uncharted map, and realize how much I have already done, I cry angry tears. This is my London Low-Down. Mind the fucking gap, samurai. The Good Doggie There are few things in life more satisfying than a bowler-hat-wearing, cigar-smoking British bulldog. Or pug. Or maybe a mutated rat - I honestly don't know what breed the game's resident Dog Companion™ happens to be. With a name like Churchill and the scariest walking sound effects known to man, this powerhouse can really lay down the law while I get my ass handed to me by a giant wombat. I was actually worried that I would have trouble finding him, as my first thirteen levels passed by without so much as an introduction to any of the companions. Once I began to focus on th...
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