Atomfall isn’t the next Fallout, it’s the British RPG I’ve always wanted

The first five minutes into my two-hour preview of Atomfall do not go well. This is, admittedly, not Atomfall’s fault. I’m dropped unceremoniously into the Cumbrian wilds of Casterfell Woods from a pre-existing save file. A river wends its way directly ahead, flanked by stone steps. I wander up the steps on the right and into the ruins of a miner’s shack. “Death to unbelievers!” a masked woman screams as a detection meter cycles through white, yellow, then red. I turn tail to sprint up...