Category Archives: Fallout: New Vegas

Hold Me Closer, Tiny Deathclaw

I flipped through my pimp boy at all the tasks the weird floaty brain scientist things had given me to help them fight the other scientist guy. None of them seemed to jump out at me as something I wanted … Continue reading

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Where is My Mind?

Back in the Mojave, I headed to that NCR outpost that Cass hangs out at and asked if she wanted to kick it with me again for a bit. Of course she agreed, and I handed her some of my … Continue reading

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He Was A-Salt-ed.

These people, in this place, my god. Everytime they start talking about their history or anything, my eyes just totally glaze over. And now they want me to make a decision about what to do when I honestly haven’t paid … Continue reading

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They Should Find Someone Else If They Want Stuff Done FAST.

Oh, I am far too excited about making Wasteland Tequila. I wanna make Wasteland Every Type of Alcohol. Where is all the rum? Where is all the gin? I want everything! I immediately check what I need to make it. … Continue reading

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Tequila Makes Her GO FUCKING NUTSO

Full of booze and feeling a little better, I start again towards this camp that Follows whatever wants me to go to. We wander through a bunch of standing water that he informs me is full of bear traps. Really … Continue reading

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Can My Tribal Name Be Angry Drunk?

Back in the godawful Mojave, I decide hey, you know what I haven’t done in a while? Left here for a substantial amount of time. I check my Pimp Boy 3000000000 and see that there’s some caravan headin’ out soon … 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

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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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