This deserves it's own thread of course, as it's very specific.

I want to give some insight into Fallout: South Dakota. How could such a game look like?

My map:

http://www.directupload.net/file/d/3686/x5ggn5dv_png.htm

http://www.directupload.net/file/d/3695/4fwhhze9_png.htm

Meet AMDI:

AMDI sat bored on the terrace of the Catron Boulevard. The terrace had half melted away in the nuclear war and only where he sat, one had reasonably good view of the crusted surface of a city as there had hardly ever been another. He put the binoculars away and once more began reading the newspaper. The threat of the 'Free Youth' was not banned, everywhere kamikaze bombers and small guerrilla squads catched a black eye in the fight against the mainly from Rapid City (where AMDI had just parked his plump ass) originating elite soldiers of the Union. The center of the triangle was lost. The main trade routes were on ice, Prosper had locked itself away and was hardly attainable in any form from the outside. Mission continued trade with the central settlements, even those that the Youth had collared. They tried to be able to master this situation through weakness. Some even spoke of negotiations and peace plans, even if the other side clearly would've a low opinion of such ideas. So there was plenty to do. On the one hand crazed revolutionaries, which obviously had to be slaughtered, on the other beasts from the outside world, that already endulged themselves over the battle-ravaged areas and proved a great threat for the people. Even jobs as a negotiator or spy he would have accepted, but no. He was a thug for Turquit. Turquit paid miserable, he was just a low animal in the hierarchy of this crazy Raider City and he also was a bad gambler. And there was no one AMDI could have beat, because no one wanted to give Turquit a wipe here, aside from the occasional debt-collector, whom Turquit would often pay or stave off. He was too just and too powerless.
AMDI was conceivably unhappy with his situation. He had scored Turquits girl was not fair, that was true. The girl had probably had no more inclination in this, and had escaped. So he worked his debt off for Turquit. Well not entirely as Turquit even paid him, sorry buddhist that he was. He could simply shoot the guy down, secretly of course, and just disappear. Nah, too risky. What if that would get out? For the death of the little fat man someone would want revenge if only because he or she could not recover from a corpse Turquit's gambling debts. There had to be some way to get out of this ridiculous situation. AMDI was a free man after all. He took the paper and brought it Toni, then he loitered for one hour at Turquit's, only to be sent back home again. He tried again to repair the radio, to no avail. The newspaper had been three days old. More recent information did not exist here. Tomorrow would come a new stack. The toilet worked brilliantly and as far as he was concerned the sewers of Rapid City still were reasonably functional. You could rinse off after all. He disappeared into the poor bathroom (which proved to be -opposite to the main dwelling- amazingly shabby) and [censored] the toilet seat full. That was stupid, no doubt. He got a rag, wiped away the crap and washed it out with cold water. Hot water did not exist here, let alone disinfectant, as where these stuck-up pricks from Mission dwelled. Who needed something like this. In former times, AMDI had wiped his ass with razor blades. He had already switched to comfortable.