The feeling when actually really like Cyrodiil despite the lack of jungle, like a heretic.
Honestly, if the world was a fairer place, Obsidian would get another stab at making a Fallout game. They do a better job at it, by and large. They'd be quids in the moment it was announced. The environments would be a lot more flat and drab, perhaps, but they are better at making them matter.
Also in honesty, as the years has gone by, I've felt more and more like an intruder in the Fallout circle. I am a Nirn boy, and I've really come to understand why the lads at No Mutants Allowed are like they are. I didn't play the original Fallouts when they were relatively fresh, as it happens. I didn't know English at the time, which is rather the handicap when you try to play those games. I appreciate their charm, but I don't really like to play them even today, when I can. It might simply be too late, or maybe I'm just too shallow. Hence the feeling of intrusion, like I'm a settler that has muscled in on the native's land and just now thought about it.
To chin myself up; Dogmeat. I love that dog. The game thrusts other companions in your arms every chance it gets, but I'll stand by Dogmeat. Even when he herds up every monster in the neighbourhood I was hoping to sneak past. Even though his main contribution to a lot of battles is lying around whimpering in the thick of it. Even when he runs through the pile of guff I was scrapping and scattering the lot before the winds and aaarrrgh, Dogmeeeaaat..!!