Near the end of the Fallout 2 main quest, I had retrieved the fabled MacGuffin GECK and made it all the way back across the goddamned wastes without a car to Arroyo, fighting off ambushes of Deathclaws, mutants, and Enclave troopers. After a year of this epic journey I had lost two of my party: Sulik, who had been with me from the beginning of the game, and Cassidy, who was by then a crack shot with his rifle.
I got into Arroyo, and I was dumbstruck. Everyone had been captured and the village was lost. If there is such a thing as crying with rage, then that is what I did. To rub salt in the wound was the miraculous appearance of another GECK inside the Enclave Oil Rig, which I believe that was the game's way of pulling the middle finger. Funnily enough, I love Fallout 2 and it will forever remain in my top ten video game list.