Emergent Behavior in Fallout 4: Unscripted Stories in the Wasteland
The wind howls by the skeletal stays of a pre-war skyscraper, whistling a mournful tune that echoes the desolation of the Commonwealth. As a lone wanderer, clad in scavenged armor, I crested the hill overlooking Sanctuary Hills, my former dwelling. However this was not the Sanctuary I remembered. Scavengers, raiders emboldened by a current energy…