Wasteland 3
Management simply hates weirdos and snow, so this is a bad time of year for them and they’re taking it out on Jody Macgregor.
Get used to seeing snowy landscapes – that’s Colorado in winter for you.
My squad of hardened wasteland warriors charges into battle alongside a goat, a swearing parrot, a cyborg chicken, and a cat who wears a little military hat. They may sound a little goofy, but by the end of the game that cat was one of the most consistent damage dealers.
The Wasteland games have always mixed grit with silliness, offsetting slavery and cannibalism with mutant killer bunnies and the like. That’s one of the things that hasn’t changed about Wasteland 3, which is still an RPG where malfunctioning toasters can be cracked open for sweet loot if you’ve got the Toaster Repair skill.
What’s different is the setting. The endless sand of Arizona and California has been traded for the endless snow of Colorado, with your characters as a squad of Desert Rangers who are way out of their depth. You’re sent north to cut a deal with the prosperous local leader for supplies your home desperately needs, which means helping the Patriarch of Colorado Springs round up his rebellious offspring. Each of his three large adult children have sided with different bizarre factions, from Reagan worshippers to Hispanic murderclowns, and you’re thrust into this political murderfest with only your wits, an AI car, a bunch of guns, and those three points you probably shouldn’t have put in Toaster Repair.