


One of the restless souls I feel guiltiest about is the Courier from Fallout: New Vegas. Cerberus hid the controller charger under the sofa. Cerberus put that complete Dawn of War collection in my hands. No, Shepard, no! I never meant to abandon you on the Moon. Like ghosts in need of exorcism, they haunt the dreams of their owners. Instead, these characters are left to languish on a save file for months and years as feckless players drift to other releases, their skill trees mere sprouts in the dirt, unfinished plot arcs jutting over a wilderness of backstory. For every conquering protagonist there's a handful of leads who never made it to the credits roll, never weighed a civilisation's fate in the scales. Video game heroes and heroines don't die - they're forgotten.
