Fallout Pinball Game Review: From Hands-on Game Play at Stern Media Day

War never changes. My aim, on the other hand, just got irradiated, mutated, and politely escorted to the outlane. Tonight we crack Stern’s brand new Fallout pinball like a Vault-Tec crate that is definitely not a social experiment. I will review it, think out loud, and lose a fight to a plastic Deathclaw in front of strangers. Fallout Pinball is filthy with toys. Fat Man launcher with V.A.T.S. because regular aiming was too honest. A Pip-Boy that reports my failures in real time. A Nuka-Cola bottle cap spinner that bobs up and down like it has a drinking problem. A vault door that opens so I can go downstairs and make worse decisions. Plus that mutated inverted upper flipper that looks like it survived the Great War and still wants an apology. I get Lucy, The Ghoul, or Maximus. I will pick wrong. Then I will talk SPECIAL stats like I have any of them. Comment the next game we should play before I start a new character and immediately dump all points into Luck again. See you in the live chat, vault dwellers. Bring radaway. I packed snacks and denial.