Category Archives: Fallout: New Vegas

I’m hanging with the Khans. I’m not entirely sure I love them because of how violent they seem, but I’ve never seen them crucify people so that’s a big plus. They’re thinking of allying with Caesar’s people though and I … Continue reading →

I spent most of yesterday hanging out in Gomorrah. It’s probably my least favorite casino on the strip honestly because everyone there just tells me to fuck off constantly. Though I hate the Ultra-Luxe too…maybe Gomorrah wins out just for … Continue reading →

I headed up north to see the Boomers yesterday, and after like two days of doing little favors for them, I am IDOLIZED there. The NCR though? Now I’m “Unpredictable.” Fuck you too NCR. I’m not unpredictable! It is easy … Continue reading →

Oh Sniper Rifle. Have my deadly armor-piercing bullet-babies that will fire out of you and into the sides of deathclaws who are not even aware of our presence, and then collapse to the ground in a slumped heap. Oh Sniper … Continue reading →

I visited Michael Angelo’s shop and as he whined about his lack of inspiration, I offered to take pictures of Wasteland for him, since his pansy-ass is too pansy to go out there itself. He gives me a sweet “Codac” … Continue reading →

Today I killed the Van Graffs. Then took their bodies and piled them up in the dumpster outside their shop. It took forever because of all the limbs that had fallen off, but goddammit I did it. I’m not gonna … Continue reading →

I spent most of the day on Friday drinking whiskey and recruiting people/things to be prostitutes for the Atomic Wrangler. I felt drunk and helpful. Last night, I helped another prostitute get out of her job and helped two chem … Continue reading →

My new favorite game is to go into the casinos, jump on one of them there gambling tables and then play “The Floor is Lava.” I can’t imagine a drunk crazy chick with bright blue hair in combat armor, with … Continue reading →

Dear Brotherhood of Steel People Who Asked Me to Do that Dumb Thing, Fuck you. Fuck you a million times. Next time you lose a fucking gun, just take one of your other guns in the giant pile there and … Continue reading →

This Caravan game shit is fucking weird man. But apparently quite popular. As I approached Primm, walking there from Goodsprings, injecting stimpaks directly into my left foot because you ain’t finding insoles for your high arches in the Wasteland motherfucker, … Continue reading →