Just another rabid Raider. Jumping at me without a word of explanation. Right before he became fodder to my Gauss rifle.
Yet it wasn’t another nameless anarchist off the leash. The Roach King. A named character, there must be an interesting story behind him. Doesn’t matter, the Ghoul Ghetto awaits, called the Museum of History by the more polite.
After a day, maybe two, I actually bothered to check the excellent Fallout Wikia. It appears that there was much more to that character. A man who apparently managed to tame local radroaches and lived as a king among them was certainly not an ordinary Wastelander.
This is a sobering thought: My protagonist, clad in power armour and armed with the latest addition to the Uncle Sam’s arsenal, has just wiped out a potentially complex NPC. One may wonder how many such Road Kings could’ve become fully-written characters, with proper dialogue, logs, subquests, etc.
At least I still have his helmet as a trophy.