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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2016 7:55:41 GMT
I fucked up. I fucked up BAD. Possibly long post ahead. So, after dragging myself out of the desert, as I stated earlier after that disaster with the cattle drive, you'll recall I stated I wanted to be a porn star in New Reno. I set out to make this happen. But in order to do so, you need to be a "Made Man" (Basically, one of the four mob families has to bring you into the organization which gives you a lot of other perks as well). I already had a quest to get me an appointment with John Bishop, head of the Bishop family, so I decided to go to him. He gave me a job to assassinate an old NCR Congressman called Westin. So I went to Westin's ranch and forced him to take Jet until he died of a heart attack. Yes, this is going to be one of those stories. After getting paid for that job he told me to kill a man named Carlson, also in NCR. So I got into this guy's mansion and tracked him down. What Bishop didn't tell me was that Carlson was actually the Vice-President of the New California Republic. But hey, I came this far, so after a myriad number of attempts to stealthily assassinate him (Which, truth be told, haunt my soul because holy fuck I'm a monster) I just decided to shoot him in the back of the head and slip out quietly. I should have started with that. The other attempts made me hate myself so much that I had to reload my save each time. Anywho, I go back to Reno, Bishop loves me like his own child, and gives me Made Man status. I'm in the family. Fuckin' awesome, man. So I go to audition for the porn job. They reject me. I take some drugs and audition again. They reject me, again, but THIS TIME they say that all I'm missing is some "Experience in the sack" if you catch my drift. So I set out to find somebody to fuck. Shouldn't be too hard in a cesspit like Reno, right? Bishop earlier had made me an offer of being able to bone whoever I wanted, whenever I wanted, if I became a Made Man (Which I did). So I'm on my way to see my Bro Bishop when I see a woman in his casino. I decide "Why not" and make my move. We get to talking, we go somewhere private, start drinking... and whaddaya know, we end up fucking straight into the early morning. Things are looking great. I finally got that "Experience in the sack" I needed, and I wasn't even forced to go to Mr. Bishop to get laid. Sick, dude. So I walk to the door of the bedroom, getting myself ready for my new audition at the studio, certain that I'll get the job now for sure. Only someone is standing in the doorway of the bedroom. It's Mr. Bishop. He asks me if I've been having a good time. If I'm being treated right. I say "Yes sir, everything's great," and I go to walk out. He stops me, surrounded by his armed guards, and politely asks exactly how many times I've had a "Private party" with his wife. I started to get the feeling that I should have read the dialogue closer when putting the moves on that woman. Why? SHE WAS BISHOP'S FUCKING WIFE. I tried to run but he pulled a gun on me, and so did his guards. A short but nasty firefight erupted where I was forced to kill Bishop and his three bodyguards. I rush for the stairs hoping I can slip out quietly, but his daughter, yes, Bishop's daughter, is waiting for me with about 6 armed guards and the mother of all shootouts commences. I grabbed a random shotgun from my inventory and just started wasting any fool who got into my path. His daughter, the guards, the bartender, everyone. I fought my way to the ground floor where I expected my companions to be, but they were nowhere in sight. Gone. Vamoosed. Disappeared. I was alone. Alone against another dozen guards. So I proceeded to shoot my way out of the casino, taking down another dozen or so guards and one especially horrible stand-up-comedian while simultaneously pumping myself full of more stimpaks and Jet than you could probably find in all of Reno before I made it to the exit, where I had to blow away another two bouncers. Finally managing to break free of the bloodbath left in my wake, full of bullet holes and now suffering from a crippling Jet addiction, I sprint over to the porn studio hoping that now, having fucked Bishop's wife and having more chems flowing through my system than an entire gang of Raiders, I'll have the stats I need to be accepted. This is it. My moment of triumph. Westin the Rancher, Vice-President Carlson, Bishop and his entire crime family, all those deaths will have meant something now that I'll finally be able to accomplish my goal. I mean, it's not much, but hey, I wanted it. This was my end-game. I get into the studio and ask for an interview. The guy responds to me in no uncertain terms. He tells me I can be one of the fluffers. For $5. Five. Fucking. DOLLARS.I raised my shotgun one last time and fired two shells into his balls, before following up with a third shot to his head. I got into my car and skipped town immediately after. Fuck Reno, man. I think I'll head to the coast and finally get around to saving my village. Because at least when I get fucked by the Enclave, it'll be for a good cause. God damn it, Rock. You couldn't keep it in your fucking pants.
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Post by Rock114 on Feb 12, 2016 14:15:42 GMT
I fucked up. I fucked up BAD. Possibly long post ahead. So, after dragging myself out of the desert, as I stated earlier after that disaster with the cattle drive, you'll recall I stated I wanted to be a porn star in New Reno. I set out to make this happen. But in order to do so, you need to be a "Made Man" (Basically, one of the four mob families has to bring you into the organization which gives you a lot of other perks as well). I already had a quest to get me an appointment with John Bishop, head of the Bishop family, so I decided to go to him. He gave me a job to assassinate an old NCR Congressman called Westin. So I went to Westin's ranch and forced him to take Jet until he died of a heart attack. Yes, this is going to be one of those stories. After getting paid for that job he told me to kill a man named Carlson, also in NCR. So I got into this guy's mansion and tracked him down. What Bishop didn't tell me was that Carlson was actually the Vice-President of the New California Republic. But hey, I came this far, so after a myriad number of attempts to stealthily assassinate him (Which, truth be told, haunt my soul because holy fuck I'm a monster) I just decided to shoot him in the back of the head and slip out quietly. I should have started with that. The other attempts made me hate myself so much that I had to reload my save each time. Anywho, I go back to Reno, Bishop loves me like his own child, and gives me Made Man status. I'm in the family. Fuckin' awesome, man. So I go to audition for the porn job. They reject me. I take some drugs and audition again. They reject me, again, but THIS TIME they say that all I'm missing is some "Experience in the sack" if you catch my drift. So I set out to find somebody to fuck. Shouldn't be too hard in a cesspit like Reno, right? Bishop earlier had made me an offer of being able to bone whoever I wanted, whenever I wanted, if I became a Made Man (Which I did). So I'm on my way to see my Bro Bishop when I see a woman in his casino. I decide "Why not" and make my move. We get to talking, we go somewhere private, start drinking... and whaddaya know, we end up fucking straight into the early morning. Things are looking great. I finally got that "Experience in the sack" I needed, and I wasn't even forced to go to Mr. Bishop to get laid. Sick, dude. So I walk to the door of the bedroom, getting myself ready for my new audition at the studio, certain that I'll get the job now for sure. Only someone is standing in the doorway of the bedroom. It's Mr. Bishop. He asks me if I've been having a good time. If I'm being treated right. I say "Yes sir, everything's great," and I go to walk out. He stops me, surrounded by his armed guards, and politely asks exactly how many times I've had a "Private party" with his wife. I started to get the feeling that I should have read the dialogue closer when putting the moves on that woman. Why? SHE WAS BISHOP'S FUCKING WIFE. I tried to run but he pulled a gun on me, and so did his guards. A short but nasty firefight erupted where I was forced to kill Bishop and his three bodyguards. I rush for the stairs hoping I can slip out quietly, but his daughter, yes, Bishop's daughter, is waiting for me with about 6 armed guards and the mother of all shootouts commences. I grabbed a random shotgun from my inventory and just started wasting any fool who got into my path. His daughter, the guards, the bartender, everyone. I fought my way to the ground floor where I expected my companions to be, but they were nowhere in sight. Gone. Vamoosed. Disappeared. I was alone. Alone against another dozen guards. So I proceeded to shoot my way out of the casino, taking down another dozen or so guards and one especially horrible stand-up-comedian while simultaneously pumping myself full of more stimpaks and Jet than you could probably find in all of Reno before I made it to the exit, where I had to blow away another two bouncers. Finally managing to break free of the bloodbath left in my wake, full of bullet holes and now suffering from a crippling Jet addiction, I sprint over to the porn studio hoping that now, having fucked Bishop's wife and having more chems flowing through my system than an entire gang of Raiders, I'll have the stats I need to be accepted. This is it. My moment of triumph. Westin the Rancher, Vice-President Carlson, Bishop and his entire crime family, all those deaths will have meant something now that I'll finally be able to accomplish my goal. I mean, it's not much, but hey, I wanted it. This was my end-game. I get into the studio and ask for an interview. The guy responds to me in no uncertain terms. He tells me I can be one of the fluffers. For $5. Five. Fucking. DOLLARS.I raised my shotgun one last time and fired two shells into his balls, before following up with a third shot to his head. I got into my car and skipped town immediately after. Fuck Reno, man. I think I'll head to the coast and finally get around to saving my village. Because at least when I get fucked by the Enclave, it'll be for a good cause. God damn it, Rock. You couldn't keep it in your fucking pants. What can I say, the life of a porn star is messy.
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Post by Bioshock Infinite WD on Feb 13, 2016 0:22:33 GMT
My adoration of Fallout 1 got me to go back to my previous, and unfinished, playthrough of Fallout 2. And Christ, was it painful. Be warned, this is gonna be a very long, very bitchy, and very rage-y post. I'd done some shit for NCR and was ready to move on, when I got word of a cattle drive from NCR to Redding, a mining town to the northwest. I thought "Hey, new town, and they'll give me $2000 for delivering this herd of cattle to them. Sweet deal." I'd done this before and it was an easy 2 grand. I didn't even have to fire a shot. So I assumed it would be similar this time. And even if things got dicey, I was packing heat. So I signed up, and me and about 7 or 8 guards headed out from NCR to Redding with a herd of Brahmin. MOTHERFUCKERS. RUINED. ME. About two days into the journey, we happened upon a patrol of, oh, say, 8 or 9 NCR Rangers (Of which I was one, incidentally, having joined the organization before leaving town). They were fighting a band of slavers and, being the responsible citizens of NCR that we were, we decided to help them out. The firefight is going well until one of the Rangers fires a burst from his Assault Rifle at a raider, but misses and accidentally clips one of the Brahmin we're herding. The damage is, at best negligible. But one of the Ranch Hands herding the cattle with me? Apparently he took offense to that complete and understandable accident. So he blew the Ranger's brains out. The Rangers rush to defend themselves from this moronic attack, and a new firefight breaks out between us and them. Thanks to me bringing along Cassidy and Marcus, the Ranger patrol was cut to pieces, but not before shooting up 3 of our guards and 2 of our cattle. So we lost some of the herd, some of our guards, and I was forced to gun down a squad of friendly troops because one fuck-head got all uppity about a simple accident. Fine. Whatever. I'll deal with it. So we move out, making for Redding again and traveling for several days before happening upon a band of Raiders harassing a family of four trying to make their way through the wastes. The family is behind us, the raiders in front. Okay, shouldn't be too much trouble, these Raiders have a few small arms and spears. I have Marcus and a .223 Pistol. I manage to kill one of them before the Raiders rush us and close the distance between our two groups, and the whole thing just devolves into a massive cluster fuck of people firing guns, stabbing, shooting, punching, and kicking everyone around them. It's just chaos. Another 2 guards are killed by the raiders during this madness. And the Raiders are taking time out of all of this to take potshots at the fucking cattle that aren't even in the fight, wasting another 2 or 3 of them before the battle ends. But what's fucking worse? In the middle of the fight the family of four, they panic. They run in a bunch of different directions and their child, their little 10-year-old, accidentally runs into the massive brawl that's taking place between me and the caravan guards, and the raiders. He tries to duck out of the fight again, but comes to a stop between one of my companions, a tribal named Sulik, and one of the raiders. He can't move anymore because of the turn based combat. And Sulik solves the situation by whipping out a 10mm SMG and emptying the entire magazine into the raider, by shooting through the child. Both of them get ventilated to kingdom come. Dead before they hit the dirt. The battle ends soon after and the remaining members of the family just vanish, I don't know where. Almost the entire herd is dead by this point, as well as most of the guards and the goddamn child. But we soldier on. I figure that we've been shit on so much that Redding must be right around the corner, a day or two away. Another several days travel and we run into a patrol of Super Mutants, toting Laser Rifles and Miniguns, shooting up a caravan of drug-running slavers. I figure, you know, "What the fuck, let this play out and mop up the survivors." WRONG. Both sides collectively look at us, presumably smirking with all the shit-eating smugness left in the wasteland, and the Super Mutants open fire on us while the slavers start shooting up the few Brahmin that remain. The remaining caravan guards turn to the slavers, leaving me to deal with the mutants. Everyone busts out the big guns and goes full auto. Cassidy gets winged by friendly fire and Marcus takes more than a few laser blasts, nearly killing them. The slavers finish butchering the Brahmin herd and turn to annihilate the guards. They all get shot to shit, but one or maybe two manage to survive. After injecting myself with as many drugs as I could gather up I finished off the mutants and turned to take down the last of the slavers before they executed the final guard(s?). And then it was over. The brahmin were dead, all of them. Which means I got to kiss my paycheck goodbye. I'll be getting absolutely nothing for all of this insanity. The remaining caravan guard(s?) were essentially on the brink of death. They don't follow me any farther, and I never see them again. I guess they just bled out or caught heat stroke and died in the desert. My companions and I were all fucked up. So, once again falling victim to my eternal optimism, I decided "Redding has to be just over that next ridge. This whole entire cluster-fuck won't have been for nothing." So I look at the map. We made it HALF. WAY. FUCK ME. That, right then, is when I give up. I turned toward the nearest town, the wretched hive of scum and villainy known as "New Reno" and begin making my way there. But it's still not over! I got jumped by a bunch mutants, centaurs and floaters. We were fucked up. Half health, at most. We get surrounded. We managed to fight them off but in the end, right at the goddamn end, one of them bites me and poisons me. Fucking *poison.* I hadn't dealt with that since the second hour of the game. We kill them all, and being so insanely injured as we are, I decide that if we go any farther we'll probably all be killed. So I have the group rest to regain our health. As the poison eats away at my innards, which ends up cutting my healing rate cleanly in half and causing us to spend an extra week in the desert on top of the week we would have normally spent healing without having to deal with poison. We managed, miraculously, to get moving again. I crawled into New Reno from the desert about 5 days after recovering from the poison. What a goddamn mess. You can become a porn star in Reno. Really. You can do it. Fallout 2 lets you get into the porn industry. I think I'll do that. Porn Stars get $500 a month. And at least if I'm getting fucked in Reno, I'll be getting paid for it, too. This story is spectacularly great, though it seems half the people that died deserved it for just being brain dead stupid.
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Post by Rock114 on Feb 13, 2016 0:25:35 GMT
My adoration of Fallout 1 got me to go back to my previous, and unfinished, playthrough of Fallout 2. And Christ, was it painful. Be warned, this is gonna be a very long, very bitchy, and very rage-y post. I'd done some shit for NCR and was ready to move on, when I got word of a cattle drive from NCR to Redding, a mining town to the northwest. I thought "Hey, new town, and they'll give me $2000 for delivering this herd of cattle to them. Sweet deal." I'd done this before and it was an easy 2 grand. I didn't even have to fire a shot. So I assumed it would be similar this time. And even if things got dicey, I was packing heat. So I signed up, and me and about 7 or 8 guards headed out from NCR to Redding with a herd of Brahmin. MOTHERFUCKERS. RUINED. ME. About two days into the journey, we happened upon a patrol of, oh, say, 8 or 9 NCR Rangers (Of which I was one, incidentally, having joined the organization before leaving town). They were fighting a band of slavers and, being the responsible citizens of NCR that we were, we decided to help them out. The firefight is going well until one of the Rangers fires a burst from his Assault Rifle at a raider, but misses and accidentally clips one of the Brahmin we're herding. The damage is, at best negligible. But one of the Ranch Hands herding the cattle with me? Apparently he took offense to that complete and understandable accident. So he blew the Ranger's brains out. The Rangers rush to defend themselves from this moronic attack, and a new firefight breaks out between us and them. Thanks to me bringing along Cassidy and Marcus, the Ranger patrol was cut to pieces, but not before shooting up 3 of our guards and 2 of our cattle. So we lost some of the herd, some of our guards, and I was forced to gun down a squad of friendly troops because one fuck-head got all uppity about a simple accident. Fine. Whatever. I'll deal with it. So we move out, making for Redding again and traveling for several days before happening upon a band of Raiders harassing a family of four trying to make their way through the wastes. The family is behind us, the raiders in front. Okay, shouldn't be too much trouble, these Raiders have a few small arms and spears. I have Marcus and a .223 Pistol. I manage to kill one of them before the Raiders rush us and close the distance between our two groups, and the whole thing just devolves into a massive cluster fuck of people firing guns, stabbing, shooting, punching, and kicking everyone around them. It's just chaos. Another 2 guards are killed by the raiders during this madness. And the Raiders are taking time out of all of this to take potshots at the fucking cattle that aren't even in the fight, wasting another 2 or 3 of them before the battle ends. But what's fucking worse? In the middle of the fight the family of four, they panic. They run in a bunch of different directions and their child, their little 10-year-old, accidentally runs into the massive brawl that's taking place between me and the caravan guards, and the raiders. He tries to duck out of the fight again, but comes to a stop between one of my companions, a tribal named Sulik, and one of the raiders. He can't move anymore because of the turn based combat. And Sulik solves the situation by whipping out a 10mm SMG and emptying the entire magazine into the raider, by shooting through the child. Both of them get ventilated to kingdom come. Dead before they hit the dirt. The battle ends soon after and the remaining members of the family just vanish, I don't know where. Almost the entire herd is dead by this point, as well as most of the guards and the goddamn child. But we soldier on. I figure that we've been shit on so much that Redding must be right around the corner, a day or two away. Another several days travel and we run into a patrol of Super Mutants, toting Laser Rifles and Miniguns, shooting up a caravan of drug-running slavers. I figure, you know, "What the fuck, let this play out and mop up the survivors." WRONG. Both sides collectively look at us, presumably smirking with all the shit-eating smugness left in the wasteland, and the Super Mutants open fire on us while the slavers start shooting up the few Brahmin that remain. The remaining caravan guards turn to the slavers, leaving me to deal with the mutants. Everyone busts out the big guns and goes full auto. Cassidy gets winged by friendly fire and Marcus takes more than a few laser blasts, nearly killing them. The slavers finish butchering the Brahmin herd and turn to annihilate the guards. They all get shot to shit, but one or maybe two manage to survive. After injecting myself with as many drugs as I could gather up I finished off the mutants and turned to take down the last of the slavers before they executed the final guard(s?). And then it was over. The brahmin were dead, all of them. Which means I got to kiss my paycheck goodbye. I'll be getting absolutely nothing for all of this insanity. The remaining caravan guard(s?) were essentially on the brink of death. They don't follow me any farther, and I never see them again. I guess they just bled out or caught heat stroke and died in the desert. My companions and I were all fucked up. So, once again falling victim to my eternal optimism, I decided "Redding has to be just over that next ridge. This whole entire cluster-fuck won't have been for nothing." So I look at the map. We made it HALF. WAY. FUCK ME. That, right then, is when I give up. I turned toward the nearest town, the wretched hive of scum and villainy known as "New Reno" and begin making my way there. But it's still not over! I got jumped by a bunch mutants, centaurs and floaters. We were fucked up. Half health, at most. We get surrounded. We managed to fight them off but in the end, right at the goddamn end, one of them bites me and poisons me. Fucking *poison.* I hadn't dealt with that since the second hour of the game. We kill them all, and being so insanely injured as we are, I decide that if we go any farther we'll probably all be killed. So I have the group rest to regain our health. As the poison eats away at my innards, which ends up cutting my healing rate cleanly in half and causing us to spend an extra week in the desert on top of the week we would have normally spent healing without having to deal with poison. We managed, miraculously, to get moving again. I crawled into New Reno from the desert about 5 days after recovering from the poison. What a goddamn mess. You can become a porn star in Reno. Really. You can do it. Fallout 2 lets you get into the porn industry. I think I'll do that. Porn Stars get $500 a month. And at least if I'm getting fucked in Reno, I'll be getting paid for it, too. This story is spectacularly great, though it seems half the people that died deserved it for just being brain dead stupid. I mean, that patrol of NCR Rangers really didn't deserve to get shot up like that. And only one of those guards with me was actually debilitatingly stupid. The desert just chews you up, man, and you're lucky if it spits you back out. It's a lot like the porn industry in that way.
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Post by Bioshock Infinite WD on Feb 13, 2016 0:25:55 GMT
I fucked up. I fucked up BAD. Possibly long post ahead. So, after dragging myself out of the desert, as I stated earlier after that disaster with the cattle drive, you'll recall I stated I wanted to be a porn star in New Reno. I set out to make this happen. But in order to do so, you need to be a "Made Man" (Basically, one of the four mob families has to bring you into the organization which gives you a lot of other perks as well). I already had a quest to get me an appointment with John Bishop, head of the Bishop family, so I decided to go to him. He gave me a job to assassinate an old NCR Congressman called Westin. So I went to Westin's ranch and forced him to take Jet until he died of a heart attack. Yes, this is going to be one of those stories. After getting paid for that job he told me to kill a man named Carlson, also in NCR. So I got into this guy's mansion and tracked him down. What Bishop didn't tell me was that Carlson was actually the Vice-President of the New California Republic. But hey, I came this far, so after a myriad number of attempts to stealthily assassinate him (Which, truth be told, haunt my soul because holy fuck I'm a monster) I just decided to shoot him in the back of the head and slip out quietly. I should have started with that. The other attempts made me hate myself so much that I had to reload my save each time. Anywho, I go back to Reno, Bishop loves me like his own child, and gives me Made Man status. I'm in the family. Fuckin' awesome, man. So I go to audition for the porn job. They reject me. I take some drugs and audition again. They reject me, again, but THIS TIME they say that all I'm missing is some "Experience in the sack" if you catch my drift. So I set out to find somebody to fuck. Shouldn't be too hard in a cesspit like Reno, right? Bishop earlier had made me an offer of being able to bone whoever I wanted, whenever I wanted, if I became a Made Man (Which I did). So I'm on my way to see my Bro Bishop when I see a woman in his casino. I decide "Why not" and make my move. We get to talking, we go somewhere private, start drinking... and whaddaya know, we end up fucking straight into the early morning. Things are looking great. I finally got that "Experience in the sack" I needed, and I wasn't even forced to go to Mr. Bishop to get laid. Sick, dude. So I walk to the door of the bedroom, getting myself ready for my new audition at the studio, certain that I'll get the job now for sure. Only someone is standing in the doorway of the bedroom. It's Mr. Bishop. He asks me if I've been having a good time. If I'm being treated right. I say "Yes sir, everything's great," and I go to walk out. He stops me, surrounded by his armed guards, and politely asks exactly how many times I've had a "Private party" with his wife. I started to get the feeling that I should have read the dialogue closer when putting the moves on that woman. Why? SHE WAS BISHOP'S FUCKING WIFE. I tried to run but he pulled a gun on me, and so did his guards. A short but nasty firefight erupted where I was forced to kill Bishop and his three bodyguards. I rush for the stairs hoping I can slip out quietly, but his daughter, yes, Bishop's daughter, is waiting for me with about 6 armed guards and the mother of all shootouts commences. I grabbed a random shotgun from my inventory and just started wasting any fool who got into my path. His daughter, the guards, the bartender, everyone. I fought my way to the ground floor where I expected my companions to be, but they were nowhere in sight. Gone. Vamoosed. Disappeared. I was alone. Alone against another dozen guards. So I proceeded to shoot my way out of the casino, taking down another dozen or so guards and one especially horrible stand-up-comedian while simultaneously pumping myself full of more stimpaks and Jet than you could probably find in all of Reno before I made it to the exit, where I had to blow away another two bouncers. Finally managing to break free of the bloodbath left in my wake, full of bullet holes and now suffering from a crippling Jet addiction, I sprint over to the porn studio hoping that now, having fucked Bishop's wife and having more chems flowing through my system than an entire gang of Raiders, I'll have the stats I need to be accepted. This is it. My moment of triumph. Westin the Rancher, Vice-President Carlson, Bishop and his entire crime family, all those deaths will have meant something now that I'll finally be able to accomplish my goal. I mean, it's not much, but hey, I wanted it. This was my end-game. I get into the studio and ask for an interview. The guy responds to me in no uncertain terms. He tells me I can be one of the fluffers. For $5. Five. Fucking. DOLLARS.I raised my shotgun one last time and fired two shells into his balls, before following up with a third shot to his head. I got into my car and skipped town immediately after. Fuck Reno, man. I think I'll head to the coast and finally get around to saving my village. Because at least when I get fucked by the Enclave, it'll be for a good cause. I so wish this had been recorded, it sounds so funny. Also, YOU BASTARD! YOU DID THIS TO THE NCR!?!?!
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Post by Rock114 on Feb 13, 2016 0:31:07 GMT
I so wish this had been recorded, it sounds so funny. Also, YOU BASTARD! YOU DID THIS TO THE NCR!?!?! Lol, you don't even know how I killed the Vice-President before I reloaded. That makes it a shit-load worse. But I'll tell you, because I want the world to know what kind of a monster I am. I gained entrance to his mansion and attempted planting a bomb in his room, twice. Neither explosion managed to kill him. So I decided I'd try a slightly different approach. I went up to his kid, his 10-year-old child, because all children in Fallout look 10, and I asked him to go talk to his dad (Again, the Vice-President) to ask if I could have a chat with him. Just before he ran to talk to his father I took a bomb, set the timer, and gave it to the fucking kid. He ran inside to have a chat with his dad, and- KABOOM! No more Vice-President, no more son. That is ISIS level shit, man. I turned a kid into a suicide bomber. So I could be a motherfucking porn star. I reloaded the save because of the guilt, but goddamn, I still did it. Fallout 2 will let you do absolutely anything.
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Post by Bioshock Infinite WD on Feb 13, 2016 0:35:41 GMT
I so wish this had been recorded, it sounds so funny. Also, YOU BASTARD! YOU DID THIS TO THE NCR!?!?! Lol, you don't even know how I killed the Vice-President before I reloaded. That makes it a shit-load worse. But I'll tell you, because I want the world to know what kind of a monster I am. I gained entrance to his mansion and attempted planting a bomb in his room, twice. Neither explosion managed to kill him. So I decided I'd try a slightly different approach. I went up to his kid, his 10-year-old child, because all children in Fallout look 10, and I asked him to go talk to his dad (Again, the Vice-President) to ask if I could have a chat with him. Just before he ran to talk to his father I took a bomb, set the timer, and gave it to the fucking kid. He ran inside to have a chat with his dad, and- KABOOM! No more Vice-President, no more son. That is ISIS level shit, man. I turned a kid into a suicide bomber. So I could be a motherfucking porn star. I reloaded the save because of the guilt, but goddamn, I still did it. Fallout 2 will let you do absolutely anything. Holy. Fuck. That is, well. All for porn, you goddamn monster! And it still wasn't worth it! Again, would have made a great LP series.
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Post by Rock114 on Feb 13, 2016 0:44:31 GMT
Lol, you don't even know how I killed the Vice-President before I reloaded. That makes it a shit-load worse. But I'll tell you, because I want the world to know what kind of a monster I am. I gained entrance to his mansion and attempted planting a bomb in his room, twice. Neither explosion managed to kill him. So I decided I'd try a slightly different approach. I went up to his kid, his 10-year-old child, because all children in Fallout look 10, and I asked him to go talk to his dad (Again, the Vice-President) to ask if I could have a chat with him. Just before he ran to talk to his father I took a bomb, set the timer, and gave it to the fucking kid. He ran inside to have a chat with his dad, and- KABOOM! No more Vice-President, no more son. That is ISIS level shit, man. I turned a kid into a suicide bomber. So I could be a motherfucking porn star. I reloaded the save because of the guilt, but goddamn, I still did it. Fallout 2 will let you do absolutely anything. Holy. Fuck. That is, well. All for porn, you goddamn monster! And it still wasn't worth it! Again, would have made a great LP series. Fallout 2 lets you be fucking depraved. I'm a drug-addicted, mass murdering, failed porn star from a tiny Tribal village located at the ass end of Fucking Nowhere, California. And I am the wasteland's only hope of salvation. It's either me, or ENCLAVE enacted genocide.
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Post by sos on Feb 13, 2016 7:58:13 GMT
In hindsight... how was this not used as a Diamond City Radio track? I don't know if there's a more appropriate fit.
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Post by Rock114 on Feb 13, 2016 17:12:37 GMT
Welp. Things have finally turned around for me. Went back to New Reno and had sex with Bishop's wife again, which was much easier considering how dead Mr. Bishop was. After that I discovered the cure for Jet and, avenging my previous addiction to the drug with deadly irony, I forced Big Jesus Mordino, the man who commissioned the creation of Jet, to OD on his own product in his own home. Afterward I went to the Salvatore's bar and, after meeting the head of the Salvatores, unhooked him from his oxygen tank and watched him suffocate to death. Yes, it was brutal. But he's a violent mobster who's in bed with a genocidal paramilitary organization attempting to conquer the wastes, so fuck him and his stupid bar. Went to the final family in town, the Wrights, who are small time. When I told them they weren't as big as the other families they attempted to murder me, so I reloaded the save and asked for a job, instead. Papa Wright wanted me to find out who "Forced" his son to OD on Jet, and when I informed him that his son maaaaaaay have been using Jet on his own he got pissed and attempted to murder me. Sick of his bullshit, I defended myself. During this mad fight against his family, Sulik proved how much of a fucking depraved psychopath he is. Two, count'em TWO, children ran out of one of the side rooms and bolted for the door after we'd finished off most of the mobsters (Who, again, fired on us first). Sulik's reaction to these young children running for their lives? He chased them down then bashed one of their skulls in with his Super Sledge. A woman, presumably their mother, exited the same room with a shotgun and tried to stop him. Sulik eviscerated her with the Sledge as well, then used it to pound the second child into a red paste all over the ground. I've had it with this maniac. As soon as I don't need him anymore I'm just gonna execute him. He's insane. If you ever play Fallout 2 then watch yourself when you hire this son of a bitch. He doesn't seem like it, but he's goddamn crazy in combat. Just before I left town I stopped off at a place on Virgin Street belonging to a woman named "Miss Kitty." And, wouldn't you know it, it was a whorehouse. A fucking whorehouse. Literally just down the street from where I met Bishop's wife. GODDAMNIT FALLOUT. But while I was there I decided to partake of their services, and I even bought some happy time for my buddy Marcus, the 7 foot tall super mutant voiced by Worf from Star Trek. It was a good time. Until I realized someone stole my goddamn car. Thankfully, with the application of profanity, bullets, and copious amounts of alcohol, I was able to get my one true love back from the chop shop who was going to give it to... Mr. Bishop. Bishop hates me so much that not even pumping 15 bullets into his head can stop him from trying to fuck with me. I don't know how ghosts work in Fallout, but if they exist I'm pretty sure I'm being haunted by this asshole. Anywho, I made my way to the Enclave base at Navarro where I met this guy who nearly popped a blood vessel and died on the spot while talking to me. He has more salt than the Pacific Ocean. Thanks to said salt, though, I got my hands on a plasma rifle and a full suit of Enclave Power Armor. Thanks, Sergeant Jackass. I managed to purloin their technical schematics for Vertibirds, then cruised on down the coast to San Francisco where I handed the plans to the Brotherhood of Steel and got myself a sweet new rifle. I guess I'm just chilling in the Bay Area now until I figure out what to do next.
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Post by Rock114 on Feb 13, 2016 21:36:11 GMT
Finally beat Fallout 2. I got to shoot up the last remnants of Scientology with a neat laser that turns their skeletons to ash, before making the President of the Enclave OD on wasteland drugs and setting off a nuke in the middle of the ocean. Afterward I just cruised off into the desert in my car, vanishing over the horizon.
And as for Sulik, that child murdering maniac, he got viciously torn to shreds by some Xenomorph looking creatures in San Francisco and died a painful, agonizing death. There is justice in the wasteland after all, I suppose.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2016 7:02:23 GMT
My adoration of Fallout 1 got me to go back to my previous, and unfinished, playthrough of Fallout 2. And Christ, was it painful. Be warned, this is gonna be a very long, very bitchy, and very rage-y post. I'd done some shit for NCR and was ready to move on, when I got word of a cattle drive from NCR to Redding, a mining town to the northwest. I thought "Hey, new town, and they'll give me $2000 for delivering this herd of cattle to them. Sweet deal." I'd done this before and it was an easy 2 grand. I didn't even have to fire a shot. So I assumed it would be similar this time. And even if things got dicey, I was packing heat. So I signed up, and me and about 7 or 8 guards headed out from NCR to Redding with a herd of Brahmin. MOTHERFUCKERS. RUINED. ME. About two days into the journey, we happened upon a patrol of, oh, say, 8 or 9 NCR Rangers (Of which I was one, incidentally, having joined the organization before leaving town). They were fighting a band of slavers and, being the responsible citizens of NCR that we were, we decided to help them out. The firefight is going well until one of the Rangers fires a burst from his Assault Rifle at a raider, but misses and accidentally clips one of the Brahmin we're herding. The damage is, at best negligible. But one of the Ranch Hands herding the cattle with me? Apparently he took offense to that complete and understandable accident. So he blew the Ranger's brains out. The Rangers rush to defend themselves from this moronic attack, and a new firefight breaks out between us and them. Thanks to me bringing along Cassidy and Marcus, the Ranger patrol was cut to pieces, but not before shooting up 3 of our guards and 2 of our cattle. So we lost some of the herd, some of our guards, and I was forced to gun down a squad of friendly troops because one fuck-head got all uppity about a simple accident. Fine. Whatever. I'll deal with it. So we move out, making for Redding again and traveling for several days before happening upon a band of Raiders harassing a family of four trying to make their way through the wastes. The family is behind us, the raiders in front. Okay, shouldn't be too much trouble, these Raiders have a few small arms and spears. I have Marcus and a .223 Pistol. I manage to kill one of them before the Raiders rush us and close the distance between our two groups, and the whole thing just devolves into a massive cluster fuck of people firing guns, stabbing, shooting, punching, and kicking everyone around them. It's just chaos. Another 2 guards are killed by the raiders during this madness. And the Raiders are taking time out of all of this to take potshots at the fucking cattle that aren't even in the fight, wasting another 2 or 3 of them before the battle ends. But what's fucking worse? In the middle of the fight the family of four, they panic. They run in a bunch of different directions and their child, their little 10-year-old, accidentally runs into the massive brawl that's taking place between me and the caravan guards, and the raiders. He tries to duck out of the fight again, but comes to a stop between one of my companions, a tribal named Sulik, and one of the raiders. He can't move anymore because of the turn based combat. And Sulik solves the situation by whipping out a 10mm SMG and emptying the entire magazine into the raider, by shooting through the child. Both of them get ventilated to kingdom come. Dead before they hit the dirt. The battle ends soon after and the remaining members of the family just vanish, I don't know where. Almost the entire herd is dead by this point, as well as most of the guards and the goddamn child. But we soldier on. I figure that we've been shit on so much that Redding must be right around the corner, a day or two away. Another several days travel and we run into a patrol of Super Mutants, toting Laser Rifles and Miniguns, shooting up a caravan of drug-running slavers. I figure, you know, "What the fuck, let this play out and mop up the survivors." WRONG. Both sides collectively look at us, presumably smirking with all the shit-eating smugness left in the wasteland, and the Super Mutants open fire on us while the slavers start shooting up the few Brahmin that remain. The remaining caravan guards turn to the slavers, leaving me to deal with the mutants. Everyone busts out the big guns and goes full auto. Cassidy gets winged by friendly fire and Marcus takes more than a few laser blasts, nearly killing them. The slavers finish butchering the Brahmin herd and turn to annihilate the guards. They all get shot to shit, but one or maybe two manage to survive. After injecting myself with as many drugs as I could gather up I finished off the mutants and turned to take down the last of the slavers before they executed the final guard(s?). And then it was over. The brahmin were dead, all of them. Which means I got to kiss my paycheck goodbye. I'll be getting absolutely nothing for all of this insanity. The remaining caravan guard(s?) were essentially on the brink of death. They don't follow me any farther, and I never see them again. I guess they just bled out or caught heat stroke and died in the desert. My companions and I were all fucked up. So, once again falling victim to my eternal optimism, I decided "Redding has to be just over that next ridge. This whole entire cluster-fuck won't have been for nothing." So I look at the map. We made it HALF. WAY. FUCK ME. That, right then, is when I give up. I turned toward the nearest town, the wretched hive of scum and villainy known as "New Reno" and begin making my way there. But it's still not over! I got jumped by a bunch mutants, centaurs and floaters. We were fucked up. Half health, at most. We get surrounded. We managed to fight them off but in the end, right at the goddamn end, one of them bites me and poisons me. Fucking *poison.* I hadn't dealt with that since the second hour of the game. We kill them all, and being so insanely injured as we are, I decide that if we go any farther we'll probably all be killed. So I have the group rest to regain our health. As the poison eats away at my innards, which ends up cutting my healing rate cleanly in half and causing us to spend an extra week in the desert on top of the week we would have normally spent healing without having to deal with poison. We managed, miraculously, to get moving again. I crawled into New Reno from the desert about 5 days after recovering from the poison. What a goddamn mess. You can become a porn star in Reno. Really. You can do it. Fallout 2 lets you get into the porn industry. I think I'll do that. Porn Stars get $500 a month. And at least if I'm getting fucked in Reno, I'll be getting paid for it, too. Just wanted to say, Redding is a real town in California, and I just had a chance to go there this weekend. We opted for camping in the desert instead, but my friend owns a cabin up there. Apparently it's covered in snow right now. That town is all that stuck out to me about this post.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2016 7:13:33 GMT
Welp. Things have finally turned around for me. Went back to New Reno and had sex with Bishop's wife again, which was much easier considering how dead Mr. Bishop was. After that I discovered the cure for Jet and, avenging my previous addiction to the drug with deadly irony, I forced Big Jesus Mordino, the man who commissioned the creation of Jet, to OD on his own product in his own home. Afterward I went to the Salvatore's bar and, after meeting the head of the Salvatores, unhooked him from his oxygen tank and watched him suffocate to death. Yes, it was brutal. But he's a violent mobster who's in bed with a genocidal paramilitary organization attempting to conquer the wastes, so fuck him and his stupid bar. Went to the final family in town, the Wrights, who are small time. When I told them they weren't as big as the other families they attempted to murder me, so I reloaded the save and asked for a job, instead. Papa Wright wanted me to find out who "Forced" his son to OD on Jet, and when I informed him that his son maaaaaaay have been using Jet on his own he got pissed and attempted to murder me. Sick of his bullshit, I defended myself. During this mad fight against his family, Sulik proved how much of a fucking depraved psychopath he is. Two, count'em TWO, children ran out of one of the side rooms and bolted for the door after we'd finished off most of the mobsters (Who, again, fired on us first). Sulik's reaction to these young children running for their lives? He chased them down then bashed one of their skulls in with his Super Sledge. A woman, presumably their mother, exited the same room with a shotgun and tried to stop him. Sulik eviscerated her with the Sledge as well, then used it to pound the second child into a red paste all over the ground. I've had it with this maniac. As soon as I don't need him anymore I'm just gonna execute him. He's insane. If you ever play Fallout 2 then watch yourself when you hire this son of a bitch. He doesn't seem like it, but he's goddamn crazy in combat. Just before I left town I stopped off at a place on Virgin Street belonging to a woman named "Miss Kitty." And, wouldn't you know it, it was a whorehouse. A fucking whorehouse. Literally just down the street from where I met Bishop's wife. GODDAMNIT FALLOUT. But while I was there I decided to partake of their services, and I even bought some happy time for my buddy Marcus, the 7 foot tall super mutant voiced by Worf from Star Trek. It was a good time. Until I realized someone stole my goddamn car. Thankfully, with the application of profanity, bullets, and copious amounts of alcohol, I was able to get my one true love back from the chop shop who was going to give it to... Mr. Bishop. Bishop hates me so much that not even pumping 15 bullets into his head can stop him from trying to fuck with me. I don't know how ghosts work in Fallout, but if they exist I'm pretty sure I'm being haunted by this asshole. Anywho, I made my way to the Enclave base at Navarro where I met this guy who nearly popped a blood vessel and died on the spot while talking to me. He has more salt than the Pacific Ocean. Thanks to said salt, though, I got my hands on a plasma rifle and a full suit of Enclave Power Armor. Thanks, Sergeant Jackass. I managed to purloin their technical schematics for Vertibirds, then cruised on down the coast to San Francisco where I handed the plans to the Brotherhood of Steel and got myself a sweet new rifle. I guess I'm just chilling in the Bay Area now until I figure out what to do next. Holy shit, this game's map is based on my area? I never knew. Just looked at the fallout 2 map, and it's such a shame that my area was completely destroyed. San Francisco made it, but my poor little city is just abandoned hills, now.
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Post by Rock114 on Feb 14, 2016 8:53:31 GMT
My adoration of Fallout 1 got me to go back to my previous, and unfinished, playthrough of Fallout 2. And Christ, was it painful. Be warned, this is gonna be a very long, very bitchy, and very rage-y post. I'd done some shit for NCR and was ready to move on, when I got word of a cattle drive from NCR to Redding, a mining town to the northwest. I thought "Hey, new town, and they'll give me $2000 for delivering this herd of cattle to them. Sweet deal." I'd done this before and it was an easy 2 grand. I didn't even have to fire a shot. So I assumed it would be similar this time. And even if things got dicey, I was packing heat. So I signed up, and me and about 7 or 8 guards headed out from NCR to Redding with a herd of Brahmin. MOTHERFUCKERS. RUINED. ME. About two days into the journey, we happened upon a patrol of, oh, say, 8 or 9 NCR Rangers (Of which I was one, incidentally, having joined the organization before leaving town). They were fighting a band of slavers and, being the responsible citizens of NCR that we were, we decided to help them out. The firefight is going well until one of the Rangers fires a burst from his Assault Rifle at a raider, but misses and accidentally clips one of the Brahmin we're herding. The damage is, at best negligible. But one of the Ranch Hands herding the cattle with me? Apparently he took offense to that complete and understandable accident. So he blew the Ranger's brains out. The Rangers rush to defend themselves from this moronic attack, and a new firefight breaks out between us and them. Thanks to me bringing along Cassidy and Marcus, the Ranger patrol was cut to pieces, but not before shooting up 3 of our guards and 2 of our cattle. So we lost some of the herd, some of our guards, and I was forced to gun down a squad of friendly troops because one fuck-head got all uppity about a simple accident. Fine. Whatever. I'll deal with it. So we move out, making for Redding again and traveling for several days before happening upon a band of Raiders harassing a family of four trying to make their way through the wastes. The family is behind us, the raiders in front. Okay, shouldn't be too much trouble, these Raiders have a few small arms and spears. I have Marcus and a .223 Pistol. I manage to kill one of them before the Raiders rush us and close the distance between our two groups, and the whole thing just devolves into a massive cluster fuck of people firing guns, stabbing, shooting, punching, and kicking everyone around them. It's just chaos. Another 2 guards are killed by the raiders during this madness. And the Raiders are taking time out of all of this to take potshots at the fucking cattle that aren't even in the fight, wasting another 2 or 3 of them before the battle ends. But what's fucking worse? In the middle of the fight the family of four, they panic. They run in a bunch of different directions and their child, their little 10-year-old, accidentally runs into the massive brawl that's taking place between me and the caravan guards, and the raiders. He tries to duck out of the fight again, but comes to a stop between one of my companions, a tribal named Sulik, and one of the raiders. He can't move anymore because of the turn based combat. And Sulik solves the situation by whipping out a 10mm SMG and emptying the entire magazine into the raider, by shooting through the child. Both of them get ventilated to kingdom come. Dead before they hit the dirt. The battle ends soon after and the remaining members of the family just vanish, I don't know where. Almost the entire herd is dead by this point, as well as most of the guards and the goddamn child. But we soldier on. I figure that we've been shit on so much that Redding must be right around the corner, a day or two away. Another several days travel and we run into a patrol of Super Mutants, toting Laser Rifles and Miniguns, shooting up a caravan of drug-running slavers. I figure, you know, "What the fuck, let this play out and mop up the survivors." WRONG. Both sides collectively look at us, presumably smirking with all the shit-eating smugness left in the wasteland, and the Super Mutants open fire on us while the slavers start shooting up the few Brahmin that remain. The remaining caravan guards turn to the slavers, leaving me to deal with the mutants. Everyone busts out the big guns and goes full auto. Cassidy gets winged by friendly fire and Marcus takes more than a few laser blasts, nearly killing them. The slavers finish butchering the Brahmin herd and turn to annihilate the guards. They all get shot to shit, but one or maybe two manage to survive. After injecting myself with as many drugs as I could gather up I finished off the mutants and turned to take down the last of the slavers before they executed the final guard(s?). And then it was over. The brahmin were dead, all of them. Which means I got to kiss my paycheck goodbye. I'll be getting absolutely nothing for all of this insanity. The remaining caravan guard(s?) were essentially on the brink of death. They don't follow me any farther, and I never see them again. I guess they just bled out or caught heat stroke and died in the desert. My companions and I were all fucked up. So, once again falling victim to my eternal optimism, I decided "Redding has to be just over that next ridge. This whole entire cluster-fuck won't have been for nothing." So I look at the map. We made it HALF. WAY. FUCK ME. That, right then, is when I give up. I turned toward the nearest town, the wretched hive of scum and villainy known as "New Reno" and begin making my way there. But it's still not over! I got jumped by a bunch mutants, centaurs and floaters. We were fucked up. Half health, at most. We get surrounded. We managed to fight them off but in the end, right at the goddamn end, one of them bites me and poisons me. Fucking *poison.* I hadn't dealt with that since the second hour of the game. We kill them all, and being so insanely injured as we are, I decide that if we go any farther we'll probably all be killed. So I have the group rest to regain our health. As the poison eats away at my innards, which ends up cutting my healing rate cleanly in half and causing us to spend an extra week in the desert on top of the week we would have normally spent healing without having to deal with poison. We managed, miraculously, to get moving again. I crawled into New Reno from the desert about 5 days after recovering from the poison. What a goddamn mess. You can become a porn star in Reno. Really. You can do it. Fallout 2 lets you get into the porn industry. I think I'll do that. Porn Stars get $500 a month. And at least if I'm getting fucked in Reno, I'll be getting paid for it, too. Just wanted to say, Redding is a real town in California, and I just had a chance to go there this weekend. We opted for camping in the desert instead, but my friend owns a cabin up there. Apparently it's covered in snow right now. That town is all that stuck out to me about this post. Yeah, Fallout incorporates real places in the games, obviously, given areas like D.C. and San Fran are in there, but they also include much smaller towns. Like Goodsprings, the town from the beginning of New Vegas is a real place. In fact, the town of Nipton, also from New Vegas, also exists and even went up for sale not too long ago for somewhere in the range of 5 million, IIRC.
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Post by Rock114 on Feb 14, 2016 8:58:09 GMT
Welp. Things have finally turned around for me. Went back to New Reno and had sex with Bishop's wife again, which was much easier considering how dead Mr. Bishop was. After that I discovered the cure for Jet and, avenging my previous addiction to the drug with deadly irony, I forced Big Jesus Mordino, the man who commissioned the creation of Jet, to OD on his own product in his own home. Afterward I went to the Salvatore's bar and, after meeting the head of the Salvatores, unhooked him from his oxygen tank and watched him suffocate to death. Yes, it was brutal. But he's a violent mobster who's in bed with a genocidal paramilitary organization attempting to conquer the wastes, so fuck him and his stupid bar. Went to the final family in town, the Wrights, who are small time. When I told them they weren't as big as the other families they attempted to murder me, so I reloaded the save and asked for a job, instead. Papa Wright wanted me to find out who "Forced" his son to OD on Jet, and when I informed him that his son maaaaaaay have been using Jet on his own he got pissed and attempted to murder me. Sick of his bullshit, I defended myself. During this mad fight against his family, Sulik proved how much of a fucking depraved psychopath he is. Two, count'em TWO, children ran out of one of the side rooms and bolted for the door after we'd finished off most of the mobsters (Who, again, fired on us first). Sulik's reaction to these young children running for their lives? He chased them down then bashed one of their skulls in with his Super Sledge. A woman, presumably their mother, exited the same room with a shotgun and tried to stop him. Sulik eviscerated her with the Sledge as well, then used it to pound the second child into a red paste all over the ground. I've had it with this maniac. As soon as I don't need him anymore I'm just gonna execute him. He's insane. If you ever play Fallout 2 then watch yourself when you hire this son of a bitch. He doesn't seem like it, but he's goddamn crazy in combat. Just before I left town I stopped off at a place on Virgin Street belonging to a woman named "Miss Kitty." And, wouldn't you know it, it was a whorehouse. A fucking whorehouse. Literally just down the street from where I met Bishop's wife. GODDAMNIT FALLOUT. But while I was there I decided to partake of their services, and I even bought some happy time for my buddy Marcus, the 7 foot tall super mutant voiced by Worf from Star Trek. It was a good time. Until I realized someone stole my goddamn car. Thankfully, with the application of profanity, bullets, and copious amounts of alcohol, I was able to get my one true love back from the chop shop who was going to give it to... Mr. Bishop. Bishop hates me so much that not even pumping 15 bullets into his head can stop him from trying to fuck with me. I don't know how ghosts work in Fallout, but if they exist I'm pretty sure I'm being haunted by this asshole. Anywho, I made my way to the Enclave base at Navarro where I met this guy who nearly popped a blood vessel and died on the spot while talking to me. He has more salt than the Pacific Ocean. Thanks to said salt, though, I got my hands on a plasma rifle and a full suit of Enclave Power Armor. Thanks, Sergeant Jackass. I managed to purloin their technical schematics for Vertibirds, then cruised on down the coast to San Francisco where I handed the plans to the Brotherhood of Steel and got myself a sweet new rifle. I guess I'm just chilling in the Bay Area now until I figure out what to do next. Holy shit, this game's map is based on my area? I never knew. Just looked at the fallout 2 map, and it's such a shame that my area was completely destroyed. San Francisco made it, but my poor little city is just abandoned hills, now. RIP Harp, I'll pour something out for you next time I'm in San Fran. In the meantime, though, Reno calls. The last remaining family has a line on some choice pre-war tech, if I can avoid pissing them off long enough to let me get at it.
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