Fallout 4’s [official site] Survival Mode entered beta earlier this week and to honour the occasion, we sent Robert Zak back to the future with a pack full of rations and a pocket full of bullets.
It s been too long since I last slept, which is a problem because it s the only way I can save my last hour of tentative progress in Fallout 4 s survival mode. I ve finally completed a routine quest for some man-child ghoul who wanted to wear some superhero uniform, and need to hit the hay somewhere, anywhere, lest some unforeseeable bullet or head trauma insta-kills me. I skirt my way around bandit camps, pick off the occasional super mutant (only when absolutely necessary) with single silenced headshots, and am barely a hundred feet from the safe haven of Goodneighbor.
It s a cruel, cruel mode, is survival mode, and I m not yet convinced that I like it.
