Golly Gee, Lets Play Fallout: New Vegas!

[Foeofthelance]

Well, Ain't That A Kick In The Head


Awww, grawp my head hurts. New personal rule: No more weddings on New Years eve. There is just waaaay too much alcohol involved. What the-

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This is not my hotel room! Where the gref am I?

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"Ah, good you're awake. Feeling ok? You took quite a blow to the head there."

"Ok, I realize I probably drank far too much last night, but...who are you and where are my clothes?"

"Name is Doc Mitchells. As fer your clothes, I burned them. Weren't going to do you much good with all the blood soaking into them."

"Blood!?"

"Yup. Someone must have taken a real liking to you. I just spent the past eight hours digging through your skull pulling out bullet fragments. If it hadn't been for that robot you'da been dead by now. What's your name. anyhow?"

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"Well, ain't necessarily the name I would have picked for you."

"Yeah, well my parents weren't too fond of me either."

"Now, what could make someone hate their own child so?"

"Let's just say that I came out much paler than anyone other than the mailman would have expected."

"That's ah- You know, let's move on to the physical portion of the exam. Come on over here and give this a squeeze."

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"Your physical exam is a carnival game?"

"What, were you expecting an x-ray or a CAT scan? Even they hadn't all been nuked to hell and back we're in the middle of the blasted desert! Where exactly do you plan on me finding one and dragging it all the way back here?"

"But you could find a carnival machine?"

He shrugged innocently. "My cousin looted it from the bathroom of a truck stop not too far from here. I stole it from him when I decided to be come a doctor."

"...Explain to me again why you were allowed to go messing around in my skull?"

"Because nobody tried to stop me and you're still breathing. So quit your crying and give the machine a good squeeze."

I reached down and grabbed the handle. Gave it my best shot, but the machine wasn't all that impressed. It decided I was fairly average all around, except that I had particularly crappy luck. Doc didn't agree, but then again he wasn't the one who gotten shot in the head and turned over to the nearest nutter with a hacksaw. Once that was done he sat me down on the couch to give me a psych exam.


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We played 20 questions for a bit, and Doc studiously scribbled on a pad of paper each and every answer I gave him. Then he held up some stained towels and asked me what the stains looked like. A few more answers and he stuffed them back under the sink before the leak in his pipes got worse. When we were done, he handed over a a sheet of paper that contained the results of my evaluation.

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While he went to finish filling out the "paperwork" for my "file", I decided to wander around his house for a bit and see what was what. Found an old broken machine gun.

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Judging from the dust it had been sitting there for a while, but it only took me about two minutes to realize the firing pin was loose and to reset it. Grawp, but I hope the Doc is better at stitching people back together than he is at maintaining his guns.

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I ended up walking off with a laser pistol and 10mm as well. He also had some chemicals boiling over on a back burner. Didn't take me long to realize they were being brewed into some...questionable substances. Well, at least that explained why a doctor has so many guns lying around...

I pocketed the chems before he realized anything was amiss. I fully planned on turning them over to the appropriate authorities. I mean, grawp, for all I know he was selling these things to kids! I wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible, and grabbed an old looking Vault suit off a nearby hangar before bolting for the door.

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Damn. Something tells me I'm a long way from Vegas...




Black = Foe, now and forever.
Blue = Doc Mitchell

[Maxios]

Pretty entertaining so far. What mods are you using?

[Foeofthelance]

Right now? Just eh core game, the 4 DLCs, and the Gun Runner's Arsenal. I will probably add on some mods such as World of Pain and New Vegas Bounties once I get out of Goodspring.

[Foeofthelance]

Back in the Saddle of a Campfire By the Trail

After leaving Doc Mitchell's house, I decided to wander down to the local saloon. They say 80% of all stories start in a bar, so it seemed like a good idea. Of course, they also say that 67% of all statistics are made up on the spot, so make of that what you will.

The general store was right next door, so I decided to stop by on my way in to town.

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Something about the box seemed familiar. Can't say I ever made the run into Good Spring's before, but I made note of the fact that it was there. Would probably come in handy later if I needed to ship off more than I could carry. Better yet, I'd get the employee discount. Not only would I not have to pay for anything, I wouldn't have to worry about any of my gear "mysteriously" disappearing!

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Wasn't really much to see in the store. The only thing that looked promising was a silenced .22 pistol. I bought it, figuring it would make good for a sneak gun, but the damned thing was more polish than anything else. Of course, I wouldn't find this out till later...

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Door to the saloon was locked. Don't know why, it was the middle of the day and I could hear plenty of people inside. I fumbled with it for a few minutes, finally tripping the tumblers with a bobby pin. (Did I mention this was in the middle of the day? Note to self: security here is terrible!

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Found a working computer, miracle of miracles, and decided to see if it had anything fun downloaded. Turned out it was password protected, but the computer system kindly labeled a bunch of possibilities for me. That seemed like it was ripe to exploitation, but maybe the owner of the bar is forgetful and needed reminding? Or maybe they just sample their wares too often?

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Ran into a nice enough young lady working the billiards tables. Had a pet dog with her that growled when I got near. She shushed it real quick, and the dog turned friendly after sniffing my...hand...for a bit. After that we went outside and shot at some bottles.

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Apparently I'm not half bad when I'm armed and not getting shot at. Personally, I was more curious about the bottles we were plinking. No matter how many times I shot them, they never once broke, just fell over. Now what does a fella have to do to get a set of armor made out of that?

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After that we headed down to the wells to see how well I did against something that could fight back. It was a bit of a trip, but that was okay because it gave me plenty of time to enjoy the view.

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Down at the wells we heard this ungodly screech, like a cat that had just walked across a hot oven. I was wondering what in the bloody blue blazes could make a sound like that when I spotted the damned ugliest creature walking around near the wells. I didn't want to get too close, so I lined up a shot from as far away and through as much cover as I could and took the shot. Sucker keeled over... At which point his two friends who had been hiding tried to jump me while I was reloading. They clawed, but, and scratched, but that suit the Doc set me up with held its own long enough for me to put a few more bullets into them.

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I heard a scream coming from the far side of the rocks, so I took off at a dead run, switching out my rifle for the pistol Doc had given me. There was this woman surrounded by three of the little monsters, apparently trying to box them to death. I jumped off the nearest cliff, looking to get the element of surprise. I could feel my heart hammering in my chest, the adrenaline surging through my veins when...WAM!

The entire world just sort of froze for a moment, and the next thing I know the critters have all turned blue, with my chance to hit them helpfully labeled! Doc turned me into a mawlkin' cyborg! Of course, this stunning and clearly not anticipated at all revelation did nothing to stop me from turning them into bloody red chunks.

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Of course, it turned out I hadn't been wearing Doc's armor after all.* Probably explained the odd looks Sunny kept giving me...

After that, Sunny sent me off to collect some plants, so that she could show me how to make some medicine. Some of it was up near an old school house, and protected by these over grown bugs. That wasn't terribly exciting. From there I headed to the old graveyard. Found a raven perched on a tombstone, waiting for its next meal...

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So I fed the little piece of snelk a lead worm. Damned scavengers, can't leave a man to rest in piece until they have torn him to pieces.

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Since I had done my civic duty, I went back to sifting through the loose graves. Found a shotgun and bunches of ammo. Damned shame what people just throw away.

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I even found this old snow globe. It was just pretty that no matter how much I tried to put it down, I just couldn't let go!

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And now ain't that a kick in the head. It is a tough thing for a man to stare down into his own grave. Makes him contemplate all sorts of uncomfortable truths. Where do we go when we die? Is it all one big nothing, or does a man face his just rewards for the actions of life? Is it all some cosmic joke, and we just keep goin' round? What is the real meaning of 2-3-74?

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Looking around for any clues of who might want to have done me in, I found a bunch of cigarette butts next to the grave. Carefully stitched into the filter of each one was, "I<3MLP".

Well, MR. MLP, I don't know who you are, but you can count on one terrible truth. I am coming for you, and there is sure to be a reckoning.




*First game crashed, and when I reloaded I forgot to re-equip the armored vault gear. I'm just going to chalk that and other glitches to brain damage...

[chiasaur11]

Planning to respec when leaving town?

Seems an opportunity for further mental trauma.

[Foeofthelance]

I did indeed. Decided to take Wacky Wasteland as one of the traits, just because it seemed like he was headed in that direction already. I am also planning on seeing if I can make real companions from some of the DLC characters, and maybe trying to collect all companions pokemon style. (I am picturing Toaster as a Protectron armed with flame throwers...)

[Foeofthelance]

OOH! SIGNS!

Sunny showed me a few neat tricks at the campfire, and I walked off with a small pouch of herbal medicine for my trouble. She suggested that I head back to town, and since it was starting to get dark I decided to just following along the road, expectin' it to lead me back to the Saloon.

I hadn't gone more than ten steps when the little chip in my head began to flash something about leaving the broadcast zone, and would I like to save my data? It provided me with a bunch of options. Wasn't entirely sure what Doc had left me with, so I decided not monkey with it.

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I admit that I wasn't entirely sure where I was going, but fortunately there were a few well dressed gentleman on the road who could steer me in the right direction.

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And they were right! After a few hundred feet or so, I found a handy dandy road sign that had managed to avoid getting gone with the blast wave.

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Of course, then I started spotting more signs as I followed the road. Maybe I wasn't going to where I thought I was going...

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Oh yeah. This looked promising. There were a few spot lights on, but all I could see where more of those well dressed kids who had helped me before and given me directions. I figured it couldn't hurt if I went inside...

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I met a nice man at the gate who helpfully explained the situation to me.

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Apparently the prison had been established by a tyrannical dictatorship known as the NCR. They had begun shipping their unwanted political prisoners out to the desert to get rid of them, and had them cleaning up old tech to make the dictatorship even stronger. But these nice boys weren't having any of it! They seized control of the imperialist's dynamite, and turned on their brutal masters, seizing control of their destinies once more! All I could do was applaud their bravery and conviction. And now they-

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Wait. WHAT!?

Too late to back out now. (The kid was eying me suspiciously and fingering the butt of his gun. I figured I could take him, but I wasn't so sure about the guys in the towers.) I paid a small entry fee, and agreed to meet with their leaders.

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Real friendly looking bunch. Really loved their sense of interior decorating. The boss, Eddie, asked if I wanted to do him a favor. I was fairly sure he wasn't going to accept "No." as answer...

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I decided that I would put my new silenced pistol to the test. I headed out into the wastes, shivering in the cold night air, and wishing I had something better to do. Finding a blood splattered corpse with fresh teeth marks on it really didn't do anything to improve my mood.

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I found Chavez and his crew hunkered down near an abandoned box car by some railroad tracks. I snuck as close as I dared, aimed my pistol and pulled the trigger. BAM! Nothing happened. The damn thing refused to fire, and when I pulled it apart to see why, I realized the store owner had pulled the damn firing pin. Well, that's one way to silence it. Hey, wonder how quiet he would be if I ripped his tongue out of his mouth?

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I swung wide around the camp, finding a nice set of rocks for cover. I didn't want any of Chavez's followers getting the drop on me after I took out their boss. His head was barely penny sized as I lined it up in my sights. I squeezed the trigger gently, and the rifle bucked in my hands...

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Chavez dropped like a rock. The other Powder Gangers didn't even flinch or cry out as their boss died right in the middle of their camp. I guess that counted as my "good turn" for the day...


Note: I am now running the following mods.

Type 6
Wendy Gilbert Companion
Willow Companion
No More CTD
Unlimited Followers
Max Followers 12