Without ever having been in a scrap worse than a fistfight in his life, the Lone Wanderer becomes a stone-cold killer, capable of mowing down those who he would have said good morning to the previous day. How could this possibly happen? No basic training, no hard-knocks life to toughen, what should be, a soft, yellow bellied teenager. Afterward, there isn't a single nightmare, not a single flashback, no remorse, no panic attacks, no PTSD. What kind of sick, demented person do you have to be to not even flinch at the thought of killing another human being for the first time? How much more twisted do you have to be to not feel bad after slaughtering hundreds?
The Lone-Wanderer's transformation is remarkable, and especially noticable during VATS, where his face is one of calm, or sometimes mild annoyance at the thought of having to slay yet another foe. Honestly, what kind of person is he?
-Penguin
The thing about the wasteland is that there's no p$ychiatri$t$ around to talk him into a trauma, subsequently diagno$e said trauma and finally try to 'cure' it with expen$ive therapy all by them$elve$.
"So there's nothing bothering you after killing you best friends dad, as well as a few hundred others?"
"No not at all"
"And you're sure about that, nothing bothering you?"
"No, nothing bothering me at all, everything's fine"
"So just going around killing everything doesn't do anything to you?"
And here the player comes in
A "Well, there's this and that and such and so and
"
or
B "Well it was fun"
or
C "no problems at all"
or
D [aim laser pistol and pull trigger]
You chose
A [P$ychiatri$t $how$ $$$ in hi$ eye$]
B [P$ychiatri$t sees paycheck going down the drain]
C [start over]
D [P$ychiatri$t is disintegrated] and [:angel: gained]