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- It's hard not to feel sorry for The Master when he/it breaks down. The voice acting really sells it too.The Master: But it cannot be. This would mean that all my work has been for nothing. Everything that I have tried to... A FAILURE! It can't be. BE. Be. Be.
The Vault Dweller: Sorry. There's no other option. Your race will die out after this generation.
The Master: I... don't think that I can continue. Continue? To have done the things I have done in the name of progress and healing. It was madness. I can see that now. Madness. MADNESS? There is no hope. Leave now. Leave while you still have hope... - The ending itself, which sees the Vault Dweller brokenly wandering off into the wasteland, abandoned by the very home he fought so hard to save. The fact that "Maybe
" by The Ink Spots playing in the background fits very well.Maybe you'll think of me
When you are all alone
Maybe the one who is waiting for you will prove untrue
Then what will you do
Maybe you'll sit and sigh
Wishing that I were near, then
Maybe you'll ask me to come back again
And maybe I'll say maybe - Of all the tracks in Fallout and Fallout 2, Dream Town is a rare calming piece. Strings open the piece and then continue, while an ethereal choir chimes in throughout. Distant wails or perhaps screams echo at times, as well as faint whispers that seem comforting. It's a bit eerie, but also very melancholy and lonely. It's the theme for Modoc, a town that at one point was a steady community in the Wasteland, but is slowly becoming a ghost town.
- My Chrysalis Highwayman is another rare upbeat track, but despite this, it also has a lonely feel. The guitar and beats are joined by more ghostly voices, and it's just the Chosen One on a lonely road trip through the desert, which is emptier than ever since the war.
- Metallic Monks, the Lost Hills theme, opens with air raid sirens and the high-pitched yelps of a dog. A drone and eerie chants fade in to the sirens and yelps, while drum beats begin to drown out the sounds. Then the drums fade and the sirens and yelps return, only now there's a rapid beeping in the background, a transmission asking for help. Since the end of the war was mutually assured destruction, no help ever came.
- On the franchise of a whole, with the remnants of humanity to endlessly suffer the world they were placed in by men who developed the fear of success or disappointment or madmen who would be canonized as Divine-Damnations. These's people need hugs.
