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His Name Was Just Paulson
After conversing with all my new friends, I ask Sally what I’m supposed to do now because I was completely not paying attention when she told me earlier. And uh, maybe a little drunk. Okay really drunk. I’m still drunk … Continue reading
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Wasted in the Spaceland
Somah and I are looking for somewhere to go that’s not the same 25 foot hallway of spaceship when I hear a voice coming from one of the cells asking for help. Another prisoner! It’s… it’s a kid. Great. I … Continue reading
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Clothesing Time
Hey there folks! It’s me, Reddy S. Gogh, here with drunken news from the Capital Wasteland. The other day, me and my mutie pal Fawkes noticed that sitting around our house is 160 Nuka-Grenades and something needed to be done … Continue reading
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Gosh Sandy, What’s Your Last Name
(TODAY! A GUEST ENTRY WRITTEN BY BEN! It is from the perspective of the lady working the cashiers desk at the Tops, right before I murdered everything. Enjoy!) Jesus Christ, Sandy, you would not believe the day I just had. … Continue reading
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Someone’s Gonna Be A Very Happy Mailbox Looter.
With Yes Man all set up at the Tops and all the factions taken care of, it was almost time to head to the dam. But I wanted to take care of a few things first, go buy a bunch … Continue reading
Posted in Fallout: New Vegas
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Disarmed is Dismayed.
I’ve finally decided that I maybe I need to start wrapping stuff up and taking care of this Hoover Dam stuff. I decided long ago to work towards an independent New Vegas with Yes Man because absolutely everyone else I … Continue reading
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Pick of the Litter
Today I finally went to Vault 11. Rex was way enthusiastic about mauling those rats and mantises (mantisese?) and I was enthusiastic about throwing things on the floor. I eventually come to find that the vault would once a year … Continue reading
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Whiskey Business
Ugh, okay, what’s been going on. I found some irradiated whiskey in Camp Searchlight. I pondered taking it for some time, because of its status as “irradiated.” It occurred me that every goddamn thing I touch is irradiated and that … Continue reading
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Heads Up!
You dumb wastelanders. You’re so dumb. So. So. Dumb. When I agree to help you, right? Please, graciously accept my help. I know, I look crazy. I’m wearing a space suit and I have bright blue hair and now I’m … Continue reading
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But You Say He’s Just a Fiend, Oh You Say He’s Just a Fiend
Having reacquainted myself with the Wasteland and reacquired my buddies and taken a moment to sleep with a prostitute and also taken some time to just fucking sleep, I decided that those fiends in Vault 3 had gotten a free … Continue reading
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