Yesterday, Bethesda replaced the home page of their website with a countdown on an old time stylized background that was instantly recognizable to millions of video game players worldwide. Above is a screenshot, from which you can back calculate exactly when I was writing this article. Creepy. *waves to you from the past*
That countdown is marking the time until 10:00AM Eastern Time. At which point, the entire frothing video game community expects Bethesda to make an announcement about Fallout 4. Never heard of the Fallout series of games? They’re set in a retro-futuristic post-apocalyptic world.
Yeah, if you don’t already know what that means, you will have no idea what that means.
Remember what people in the fifties thought the future would be like? With hovercars and power armor and clunky robots and green-screened clicking computers that made Commodore 64s look like MacBooks? Well imagine a world set in the retro-imagining of what the future would look like. And then toss in a global thermonuclear war, add a hundred years for seasoning, and pick up where the pieces were left off.
These games are on every short list for what makes video games an art form on equal footing with film and literature. And they are fantastically funny, deep, and wonderful. Fallout 4 is one of the most intensely anticipated video games of the last few years.
So here’s the funny thing. My post is scheduled for 10am, the exact moment the countdown expires. Now I could set an alarm, get up early, and post something an hour later instead once the news drops. Or I could set a speculative piece to go live at 9am. These are the choices of the weak, and so instead I choose to publish this speculation at the same time, because I will not have Immortan Dustin yell “medicore” by not facing this head on.
My prediction? We’re getting an announcement of a ship date for the game, a brief teaser (that inevitably begins with the Ron Perlman growl “War. War never changes.”) followed by the news of what city this iteration will take place in. A lot of people are chiming in with Boston, but I’m calling it right now: Chicago. It just feels like the time for a post-apocalyptic Chicago.
(ed. note: I got your back, buddy. A full-length trailer is posted below and it’s the fucking balls. -TK)
Now that you’re reading this and know if my tea leaves were rotten, the comments are yours to crow at my wrongness, or revel in my rightness.