Remember Seinfeld 40,000? Well, today's goldmine is a similar combination of Seinfeld and sci-fi gaming franchise - it's Fallout: Seinfeld!
These stimpaks are making me thirsty!
It's the nuclear winter of George!
Elaine: "So, you're saying that ninety-eight percent of ghouls are undateable ."
Jerry: "Completely undateable!"
Elaine: "Then how are all these ghouls getting together?"
*Kramer enters and goes into the old, beat-up, ice box and pulls out an iguana on a stick and Nuka-cola*
Kramer: "Hey buddy"
Elaine: I need some RadAway Jerry! That wasteland dog bit me!
Jerry: Well that's what happens when you don't take your Rad-X.
*Jerry popping pills*
Jerry: Oh hey Kramer. Don't get too close to Elaine, she's got radiation poisoning.
*Kramer runs hand through hair and shudders*
Kramer: Yama hama, it's fright night!
Kramer: Jerry, did you know the Soup Nazi uses deathclaw meat in his jambalaya?
Jerry: Oh Kramer, that's an old wives' tale.
Kramer: We could make a fortune Jerry! Me and Newman have it all planned out. We are going to trap deathclaws in his mail truck!
*Elaine begins to foam at the mouth*
Big Beef City
Jerry: You know, I've never figured out why they call it a 'PIP-Boy'. I mean, it has a BOY on it, but it doesn't have a PIP on it...
Jerry, as Kramer takes a swig of Nuka Cola and recoils in shocked disgust: What is a PIP, anyway?
Kramer: Well it's an ACRONYM Jerry!
Jerry, Turning to face him: A what?
Kramer: You know, an acronym, for 'Personal. Information. Processor.' Anyway, I gotta go meet George in the wasteland, he said he needed help looting corpses in an hour.
Jerry makes a scrunched up disbelief face while looking down at his wrist: Still doesn't look like a PIP to me.
Jerry: What do you got there?
Man #1: *Holds up a copy of Publick Occurances* They've got an article about you.
Jerry: "Although they maintain separate rusty shacks, the comedian and his long-time *companion* seem to be inseparable..." Oh no! Publick Occurances picked up the University Point story. That's going to be in every paper! I've been "outed"! I wasn't even "in"!
George: Now everyone's going to think we put points into Black Widow!
Jerry: Not that there's anything wrong with that...
George: No, not at all...
We're not going to solve gun massacres with bad manners, people.
The guns are gone. Now what happens to all those paper targets? Don't tell me you forgot about the paper targets. The ones hanging from little clips on fancy clotheslines at shooting ranges. With no guns to destroy these legions of paper bastards, they go unchecked.
A sign proclaiming "BACTA: DA FUTURE" marks the town's medical clinic
1998: I upload dave.pcx, and change the course of history
Set goals for yourself, and fulfill them. Absurd! Only in video games!
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