tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33392324646108062462024-03-06T01:19:57.324+00:00Fallout New Vegas Diaries: BillFilipehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350503138380340207noreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339232464610806246.post-19775542756811232082013-07-26T23:30:00.004+01:002013-07-26T23:30:30.683+01:00Entry 64: I am BillHello mommy. Hello daddy.<br />
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I met Mr. House in his penthouse, a thing I had not done in a long while. It felt weird, like the first time, to saw him on that giant screen. He didn't seem to notice me being gone though. I mean, he did make a pause after he saw me, which I took it as a pause of suprise, but whether it was for me being back or for the symbol I now carry, I don't know. Oh well, doesn't matter. After everything we're going to accomplish, nothing matters.<br />
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He told me that everything was in place and that I was right on time. He knew the battle was starting any time now. He wanted me to install an override module in the control room of the Hoover Dam. That would give Mr. House control of all the Dam's power output. That would allow him to wake up the army that I upgraded at The Fort and mobilize it to the Dam to back me up. He also gave me NCR terms of surrender. I got a little disappointed that I wouldn't get to kill them all, but I understood that it had to be made official. It showed a deal that said that as long as the military personnel stayed out of New Vegas and surrounding territories they would not get killed, for one and also Mr. House would still supply them with electricity and water - at a high cost.<br />
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This was it. The point of no return.<br />
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I passed by the suite to say tell ED-E, Veronica, Lily and Rex that I'd be going to the Battle, that they didn't need to come. ED-E was the only one that insisted, so I accepted.<br />
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I made my way through the Mojave with ED-E, walking to the big battle. The end of it all.<br />
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I arrived there and the battle was already in place. NCR Rangers had their backs turned on me while the Legion attacked them head on. From behind, next to me, showed up the Khans, charging to their last battle, none of them with hopes of survival. While the NCR was distracted by them I pulled out DInner Bell and started shooting them all up. NCR and Legion alike. Then I got to the top of a tower and started sniping whoever I could find.<br />
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I got back down and a fuck ton of Legionaries started coming at me. Dinner Bell and Oh Baby, along with ED-E, of course, saved my ass, ripping apart asshole after asshole - not all of them litterally.<br />
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I got into a tower and down the elevator to the offices I went. There I found the control room, guarded by two NCR troopers in Brotherhood army. I hope they enjoyed that heavy metal being smashed into their skulls by my high tech sledge hammer.<br />
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In the control room I installed the override module as Mr. House wanted. Then he congratulated me and told me that now I had to go to the power plant and activate the switch manually.<br />
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When I got back outside, after turning on the switch, some Securitron were already on site killing the Legion. That was a disaster, because then the Enclave Remnants arrived in their Vertibird and started attacking the robots. Of course, I had to help the army I was with. I spared Doctor Henry, because he was pratically just the medic and he got the message. I don't think he likes me anymore though.<br />
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I loved watching the Fort burn in flames, because of the power outburst I had given to awaken the Securitron army.<br />
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From time to time I could hear the Boomer airplane, the one I took off the Lake, dropping off a bomb here and there.<br />
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Then I finally got to Legate Lanius' Camp. The place where I would end it all, because once there was no Bull, I would give the Bear their terms of surrender and the battle would be over.<br />
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I killed all of his praetorian guards and then got to him. He was a beast. No wonder people called him the Monster of the East.<br />
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Once I pulled out Old Glory he started talking with me. He told me that if I carried myself to battle, then I coould not trully be of New Vegas, which, in his eyes was a city of cowards. I told him he did not have any chance of taking the Dam. He told me many have said the same, not backing it with strength. But I told him that, in that case, I'd kill him and get it over with. I think he liked the challenge.<br />
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The Bull versus the Old World ghost and New World barer.<br />
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We clashed Blade of the East against Old World Glory, two glories that would soon be over. He was strong, just not strong enough. I got him between me and a cliff, so when he had to look back to see if he was going to fall off I tripped him and trapped him by his neck against Old Glory's golden eagle, at the top of the staff. He told me I fought well and then I smashed his throat, killing him and destroyed Old Glory in the process. How poetic, eh?<br />
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After that I had to find General Oliver, to present him the terms of surrender. Luckily enough, he found me. He and his six fucking bodyguards. He congratulated me for killing Lanius and the fucking bastard thought I took the Dam for him.<br />
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So as you can imagine Bull vs Bill? Fucking awesome, breath taking fight, the best I've ever had - maybe tied with Ulysses'. Bear vs Bill? Trade of words, attempts of buying me and threats. I fucking hate these bastards.<br />
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I immediatly told him that Mr. House sent his regards and that he was expanding. When he was saying that Mr. House was just a rumour the entire army of Securitrons showed up behing him, it was kind of epic. He nearly crapped himself. He asked me what the fuck was that about and what did I want. I told him that I had his terms of surrender. The son of a bitch actually said he took the Dam and that, because of that, he wasn't going to take it up the ass. I told him, almost impatient, that I was the one who took the Dam, with Mr. House's backing. He kept saying that he wouldn't surrender and I told him that the alternative was worse and useless, much like the whole NCR itself. He told me he would not go empty handed after holding the Dam for so long. I could have told him that the power would be shared, but fuck that, he could have read the contract! I told him he could either leave or fight. The bastard and his bodyguards pulled their guns on me. With an entire army of Securitron behind them. Of course, they didn't last long.<br />
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Mr. House talked to me via a Securitron. He told me I had surpassed his espectations - and I know that is a hard thing to do. Told me not to worry about Oliver's death, worst case scenario Vegas would see a decreased profit for a few months, half a year, tops. After that, it would be the jewel shining in the desert. He told me this was just the beginning of many good things to come - and I was part of it.<br />
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Vegas will be my new home, because, as Ulysses said, home is where you make changes - and hell did I change New Vegas.<br />
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I will, for as long as I can, make sure Mr. House stays on the right path, although I know he will.<br />
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I finally told Veronica what I did. She left without saying a word and I don't think I'll ever see her again.<br />
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I won't write anymore. I'll wander, find new roads to travel, stopping by Vegas everytime I can and knowing I will be well-received by my genius mentor, Mr. House, who will ensure the future of New Vegas and, further on, possibly when I can no longer see it happening, of the entire world.<br />
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I am Bill. I carried the Old World one last time on my back, as a sign of new things to come.<br />
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A New World.<br />
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New roads for me to travel.<br />
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I love you, mommy, daddy. I guess I'll see you in my final road, the lone road to the afterlife. I hope.<br />
BillFilipehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350503138380340207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339232464610806246.post-76100471292728688132013-07-25T22:06:00.001+01:002013-07-25T22:06:08.400+01:00Entry 63: The Old World ghosts will create the New WorldHello mommy. Hello daddy.<br />
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So from Primm I went South to the Mojave Outpost, which would give me passage to the Long 15, to begin my journey of unobtainable redemption. But as I said in the previous letter, whatever happens happens.<br />
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Passing through the Mojave Outpost was weirdly easy, as the NCR should all be up against my throat after I killed some of them at the El Durado Power Station and after nuking them... But hey, what the hell.<br />
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Going into the Long 15 I took off the duster Ulysses gave me and put on Randall's armor. I also put on its helmet for the first time since I got it. The helmet said "FORGIVE ME MAMA". Kind of appropriate, since I know how you must feel after your son launching nuclear missiles. So... Forgive me, mama, papa.<br />
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I got there and the place was like the hole in the Divide: a freaking irradiated mess. Fortunatly no deathclaws. The crater was huge though, much bigger than the other one. Lots of feral ghoul toopers to go around though. One of them even seemed special. He had unique armor, a beret, star on his chest. His dog tag identified him as Colonel Royez. He couldn't stop me though. I survived the Long 15, the mess I had created, just like I survived the Divide.<br />
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After I got back from the Long 15 it was time to go East, to the Dry Wells, via Cottonwood Cove. I didn't know why but the whole Mojave felt empty. Like I was being avoided or something. Maybe this is just paranoia. Or even psychological effect of walking the lonesome road I did in the Divide. But probably the rational explanation is that both big occupants of the Mojave - the Bull and the Bear - are in mourning right now.<br />
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I arrived to Cottonwood Cove and the place was deserted, just like I left it. I grabbed one of the Pre-War boats and roamed to the Dry Wells, which was the place where Ulysses' old tribe, the Twisted Hairs, had their main camp. You could clearly see Legion's influence right at the entrance, with three crosses with scorched skeletons lashed in them.<br />
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As in everything, even before they were feral irradiated ghouls, the Legionaries were much more straightforward than the NCR feral troopers. Much more of a challenge. But in the end? No, History doesn't want me to die yet.<br />
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I fought their leader, a Centurion identified as Gaius Magnus, in a very good fight. I can only think about how much better it would be if he had his full mental capabilities. Oh well, guess that will have to do.<br />
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Long way back to the Lucky 38. Again, felt like I was alone in the Mojave. Maybe its a punishment from some superior force or something, for doing what I did.<br />
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Anyway, I'm back at the Lucky 38. Even Veronica and Lily didn't hug me like they used to when I'm long gone. It was awkward, even. Even with Rex. ED-E, though, I loved the little robo-dude. And he was happy to see me, too. I think both ED-Es, the copy and the original - this one - exchanged signals and messages, so he was the only one who knew what went on.<br />
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I think the Divide changed me. Ulysses, the nuclear missiles, the craters I visited seeking redemption... That must have given me some kind of aura, a very dark one. People know not mess with me from the distance now. And they're right. I know full-well my purpose now. I am NOT to be fucked with anymore.<br />
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I am Bill and I carry the ghosts of the Old World on my back, ghosts that will be erased and corrected by me and Mr. House, in order to create a better world.<br />
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BillFilipehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350503138380340207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339232464610806246.post-62005362108571901242013-07-24T22:44:00.002+01:002013-07-24T22:44:26.776+01:00Entry 62: Unreachable RedemptionHello mommy. Hello daddy.<br />
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So where was I? Right, only one of the greatest decisions of my life.<br />
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In the end? I may now have a special spot in Hell reserved for me, but thinking back on what I've done it's the right thing. Maybe I did it out of hate. Most likely I did so. But still, the intelligent part of me always knew it was the right thing to do.<br />
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Nuke both the Legion and the NCR.<br />
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Of course, the Legion party wasn't much for hate as it was for a twisted sense of justice or even because of the competition it meant, but the NCR? Yes, hate. The intelligent part of it was yes, I may have doomed and killed lots of people's lives. Innocent people, even. On both sides. But by doing so and weakening both the NCR and the Legion I am making sure that they do not have good chances for their future, hence, not making people suffer further. For example, if I didn't launch the missiles at the Legion those people wouldn't have died, sure, but they'd suffer at the hands of the tyrant and also many more people after Hoover Dam would die as Caesar would attempt to conquer the West. Another example, if I didn't launch the missiles at the NCR, sure, those good citizens of them that play a hell of a lot of taxes to those greedy, corrupt bastards would still be alive to do so, but, by doing this, I am reassuring the future of many children that will not have to be evicted with their parents and then be abandoned, not by choice, but because there no supplies for everyone, so the child is left alone, with barely enough supplies to survive a week. Oh look at me, I got carried away. Fuckers.<br />
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So yeah, I nuked the Legion and the NCR.<br />
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I... Created an apocalipse.<br />
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And even though I just rationaly explained it, an apocalipse certainly isn't what the world needs. Not again. Not ever again.<br />
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The place started blowing up from the launch of the warheads, but I still needed to do something. I tore down the Old World flag that hung once behind Ulysses and placed it over his body. Out of respect. He did fought for his ideals. Mixed hate and motif. Just like I did with the nuclear missiles. I understood him.<br />
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I got out just in time to see two giant mushroom clouds in the West and the East. Jesus Christ. I threw up then, the thought of killing so many people at once... Oh God.<br />
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I wanted to leave the Divide, but on my way there I saw a path I hadn't seen before. Then I remembered: the nuclear missile I first launched! This was the path that led to it. So I walked it. The ground zero of a nuclear hit.<br />
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One word rulled the place:<br />
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MOTHERFUCKINGDEATHCLAWS.<br />
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They were every-fucking-where. Seriously. I had never seen so many together in my life. And, as you know, I've been to places. That road that connects Primm to Vegas. The Quarry Junction. The Dead Wind Cavern. The Promontory. But no... This... This was something else... The Divide was one of the most ruthless places I'd ever come across. Maybe The Divide itself was trying to get his revenge on me, not only Ulysses.<br />
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But I endure. I killed all of them. Not only them, all the heavily armed Marked Men that were there with them.<br />
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I am meant for something.<br />
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Ulysses thought he was meant to bring the Old World back. Me? I'm meant to help Mr. House correct the Old World's mistakes.<br />
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While going back to the Mojave I heard from travellers that the Long 15 - NCR territory - and the Dry Wells - Legion's territory - were hit. If they were anything like the hole I made in the Divide, filled with deathclaws trying to rip me apart, I'll have to visit them. It's my way to redeem myself for launching the nukes. I'll have to give them a chance to get back at me. Doesn't mean I'll go easy though. I won't, ever.<br />
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When I arrived at the Mojave there was a footlocker that said "Courier Six". It was from Ulysses. It had a duster with a note, for me. The duster was like his, baring the Old World flag on the back, because of what he thought of Mr. House's plans. Old World ghosts. But I'll bare it alright. I'll bare it as a sign of what once was right and wrong at the same time. As a sign of the righteousness that kept the Old World a functioning place and as a sign of the wrongness that made it go into War.<br />
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It had another note, too. Ulysses' final message. He told me that War never changes. Men do. And so do their symbols, the reason why they do what they do. So I chose to bare Mr. House's symbol and he told me that, whatever the symbol I wore, to wear it proudly at Hoover Dam, for it will change the fate of the world.<br />
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Love you,<br />
BillFilipehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350503138380340207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339232464610806246.post-79482271460740218622013-07-22T06:18:00.000+01:002013-07-22T06:18:04.775+01:00Entry 61: Whose Glory WinsHello mommy. Hello daddy.<br />
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There I was alone at The Divide, where everything hated me but ED-E. But he was taken from me by Ulysses. Right off the bat I met two deathclaws who wanted to rip me apart. Jesus.<br />
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Oh and that was not it. Oh, God no. There must be something about me that attracts freaking huge and special deathclaws. It looked like the legendary one, only lighter. It was almost white. I could see it from looking at him, he'd kill me in one hit. Thank God I got agile and was able to knock him to the ground and pound him to the death there. God damn. I even cut of his hand, as a reminder. Of the Divide. Of my continuous struggle against deathclaws. I dunno.<br />
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Then, when trying to find my way to where Ulysses wanted me to go (which is very, very hard, given the tons of ruined buildings laying around) I heard a battle cry and then was cut by a sword. I got in pretty rough shape and I didn't even know what had hit me. Then I saw the reflections of someone under a stealth boy, got back on my feet and killed him. It was a marked man, one of those with the Lanius masks. God...<br />
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I slept in one of the camps that were in the place. There were many of them, from before the explosions of the Divide or also those that belonged to the marked men, which were kind of disgusting to sleep in.<br />
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In the morning I finally arrived to the door that would lead me to his home. His temple.<br />
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The door led to the storage and maintenance area, where I immediatly found a marked man impaled. I pressed on, fighting against the security systems, mostly sentrybots, until I got to a room with three pods in it and, in one of them, was ED-E (or the copy of ED-E... You know, the one I've been with since I got here!). I was glad he was fine, unharmed. I told him that whatever Ulysses wanted, he needed ED-E's presence. So we wouldn't disappoint. We'd show up alright, but to put an end to all this.<br />
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Then we found an elevator. Of course, we rode it without looking back. It was the only way possible, which I was almost certain that led up, to a place where he could watch over his precious Divide.<br />
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There he was. Back turned on me. I could see America's flag on his back and also hanging in front of him, the flag itself. I approached him and he turned around. We finally faced one another. He wore a breathing mask and his eyes...<br />
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Oh, by God his eyes. Dead as Death's eyes themselves.<br />
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I was never so afraid in my entire life. I took a deep breath and smiled, out of the adrenaline. I hoped he faced it as a challenge. He talked about New Vegas and how it was poisoning, about how he'd get his revenge by burning my home (because we came from the West, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't want the NCR to burn) and how I couldn't do things alone, I had to save ED-E before facing him. Keeping the smile I told him that the Mojave had tried many times but couldn't kill me and the Divide had thrown everything at me and also didn't stop me. So he didn't have much of a chance. I think he did saw it as a challenge, in a way. He said we'd end it, right then.<br />
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We had a good fight. He shot me a bunch of times but Randall's armor protected me. As he saw me running towards him with Oh Baby prepared he pulled off his Old World Staff and we fought and fought, as time ran out for the missiles to take off. Then marked men started coming, in large groups. He was distracted by it; I wasn't. I broke his leg, putting him on his knees before me, while Marked Men ran through the temple, shooting up the place. But I was focused on him. On those cold dead eyes. He looked at me and had no expression on his face. He knew what was coming, he did not try to delay. He accepted it. A glorified death. I did what had to be done. Settled everything we had between each other.<br />
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When it was time to focuse on those Marked Men, I killed them with Ulysses' staff, which he called, in one of his logs, Old Glory. Killed them all.<br />
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Now? Now I have to think. I don't like the NCR. I hate them, hate them all. And the Legion? The Legion is a big threat, even for Mr. House's plans for the future. So yeah while I was writing this I was thinking to myself whether I should or should not stop these nuclear warheads to take off. I'll probably think a little longer too.<br />
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Love you.<br />
Bill.Filipehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350503138380340207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339232464610806246.post-87103215591194566572013-07-22T02:47:00.003+01:002013-07-22T02:47:49.923+01:00Entry 60: A NameHello mommy. Hello daddy.<br />
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I started going down the building, walking on a leaning high tension tower, broken down besides it. Sounds safe right? Once I got to the inside part of the building there was a flight of staris and graphiti, from Courier to Courier. "Courier Six?", it asked. Meant I was on the right way.<br />
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On our way down ED-E played a log on how a kid found him and convinced his dad to stay with him, in Chicago. Damn far. And in the end he... abondoned - though this is a strong word - the kid, because he had to keep on with his mission, given by his creator.<br />
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A while fater that I had done fucked up. I expertly tried to use the detonator on one of the nuclear warheads to clear some debris out of my way. By doing so - not only danger close and burning my beard - the shockwave knocked down a freaking ruined building, blocking my way yet again.<br />
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I searched the place between the place I detonated the bomb and the collapsed building for a bit. There I found one holotape-- Actually, I already had a bunch of holotapes that I didn't tell you of because I was trying to make sense of them. They belonged to the Courier. They told the story of how he found the Big MT's crater, how he spoke to the Think Tank and got answers on history - the Old World America, the flag he carried on his back -, how they told him the Divide was the place that could wake up the old America. Then he also talked about his times serving Caesar, watching the White Legs as they were trying to be accepted by Caesar. The Courier was like an idol to them, they called him the Flag Bearer, apparently because not only of the symbol on his back, but also because of the staff he carries. They also had braids to honor him, copy him. They wanted to be like him. But apparently the braids, at least for his old tribe, meant something. Every knot had a meaning, something about the bearer. But the White Legs defiled that. They put no meaning in it. Every knot spoke of violence, murder, rapes. And so he felt like it was watching his old tribe reborn as hateful ghosts, bowing to Caesar. And that was his last drop, he never worked with Caesar again. Now even opposes him, or thinks of it, if it is necessary.<br />
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I cleared a path to a building that was opened and could get me through. Before we entered ED-E played another log. It was just music playing and, a bit after, a shot being fired and the music stopping, while ED-E's beeping (on the recording) took place over it. I understood he was shot and that his primary stabilizing jets were fried because of that. No wonder he didn't get to Navarro, he was shot on his way!<br />
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Then we proceeded. That building lead us to a cave created by the rubble and ruins of fallen buildings. After seeing the first tunneler, in the distance, I knew I was in for trouble. And oh how I was right... Not much time before I was completely surrounded by those twinkly horned motherfuckers. One of them was bigger, stronger and carried eggs, so I assumed it was the queen or mother or some shit. I had to use some of those flashbangs I found, covering my face with my arm, which was pretty risky. But payed off. The tunnelers went ape shit and some started pounding each other, others started running away, giving me time to find my balance and kicking the shit out of those bastards. In the end the floor was full of those light bulbs they have for horns.<br />
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Before we exited the cave ED-E played a recording of that show RALPHIE the Robot. The kid who owned Ralphie told him to get home, fly fast. ED-E actually seemed to love the show. And I could see the connection. I told him I'd help him get home. He was so... happy!<br />
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But then we exited the building and the Courier started talking to me again. Told me that now that the signal was strong enough he could take the "machine" for him. ED-E. I told him he wasn't going anywhere, but that only made it worst. He saw my attachment to ED-E and told me he'd tear him apart but leave enough pieces together just to keep him aware of what was happening. He told me that ED-E carried in him the detonator for the bombs he wanted to launch at the NCR. Shit. Then he used the password to override ED-E's systems, his name:<br />
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Ulysses.<br />
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Finally I have a name. But, just like that, ED-E was gone. Now I have a truly Lonesome Road ahead of me.<br />
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BillFilipehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350503138380340207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339232464610806246.post-35815101214695131652013-07-19T23:46:00.000+01:002013-07-19T23:46:11.955+01:00Entry 59: Truth HurtsHello mommy. Hello daddy.<br />
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Where was I? Yes, just before entering the Silo. The place was going to hell. Explosions shaking me up, tunnelers crawling around... Then I realised I had to ride an elevator that went right through the explosions and flames. Not only that, fucking tunnelers kept falling of the ceileing to eat me up!<br />
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Once in the Silo itself I saw how much the launch had fucked it up inside. It was all burned up and the place was hot and some of the metal pieces melting. There was also this fucking alarm buzzer always beeping, Jesus.<br />
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The only way we had to proceed was through some tunnel, directly beneath the Missile Silo. The tunnel led to an office building, collapsed all the way there, underground. I fought my way up the building against some tunnelers. When those motherfuckers grouped up they really were deadly...<br />
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When I got to the roof the Courier talked to me again. He told me to look at the landscape. The Divide itself. A big crack on the ground. Said it was my doing. My mark on Earth. He said I once delivered a package that bared the markings of the military base, for the NCR. I remember that package, always did. I remember all my works for the NCR, I only did them because I had to make a living. To survive. He told me he followed me from the moment I accpeted that job, knowing it was a detonator he had never seen before. Then, after I left it at the Divide, as ordered, that detonator made most of the nuclear missiles beneath the ground, inside their Silos, go off. He was the sole survivor of the blast. He and the machines, the AI that keeps the security bots online and that created, on its own, a system to replicate ED-E from the distance. So that's what happened to the Divide. Maybe I shouldn't think of it this way, but I did make it happen, in a way. If not for me, the Divide would still be a living, on-going community. If only I didn't deliver that package for the NCR...<br />
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I pulled myself together, had to. I told him it wasn't my fault, there was no way I could've known. He told me I carry death wherever I go. I don't know if he meant you and... her... but if he did, then for how long as he been following me? One thing for sure, he meant The Divide. He hated me for delivering that package. I could feel it. It all built up to this. An elaborate plan to get the person he hates the most brought to his feet. He told me that if the Mojave didn't know yet that I only carried death, it would soon. A proof of that was the nuclear warhead I sent to the other side of the Divide, yesterday. But fuck I didn't even know it would launch. Sure I wasn't sad for it, but can you blame me? This place is a hell hole filled with strange-always-spreading-underground creatures, deathclaws and men that don't have skin and should have died a long time ago. Jesus.<br />
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He told me my curiosity was the death of everything. My choices, led by that curiosity. The choice to deliver those packages; the detonator, the Platinum Chip and even that nuclear missile, yesterday. And also the choice to answer his... Invitation to the Divide. Curiosity. Told me I'd know then the why of it. But I stopped him and asked him his "why of it". Why was he doing all that. He said he wanted my answer for what had happened to the Divide. I guess "it was an accident" wouldn't cut it, but he told me that ignorance was a choice and that the anger he carried against me was the anger of the dead. Of History. That's why he's obsessed with the Old World flag symbols. He believed the Divide was a mark of Pre-War America. The Old World lived in it and he lives for the Old World. He lived for hope that the Old World would bring something better for America. Not the Bull that he worked for, not the Bear that he so well understood, but the Old World, who had much to teach. And I ended that. I crushed his hope. And he hates me for it.<br />
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Even worst, he saw it happen. He survived it. He lives with it every day.<br />
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He told me that he learned from me the message he had to carry. Death. The Divide. He knew the Bear was deceased, clinging to life. He knew the Bull was unstable, once that they had much more territories they'd turn on themselves. So the message he knew he had to send was fire. First to the West, giving it the same fate as the Divide. Then, if needed, the East, letting it burn and scar the Earth, too. He wanted to nuke both the NCR and the Legion. I... dwelled on that. Still am dwelling on it.<br />
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Then I saw him, as I went down the building. Shit, I had chills all over, overwhelmed by fear. I don't remember ever feeling like this since you died and I was left alone. Not even when facing death in the face, against Benny, tied up in the cemitery. The thought of those unkown eyes, watching me, my movements...<br />
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BillFilipehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350503138380340207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339232464610806246.post-64709505693280730702013-07-17T22:40:00.002+01:002013-07-17T22:40:29.026+01:00Entry 58: Not getting any closer to the truthHello mommy. Hello daddy.<br />
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Walking the High Road made me see what really went on. I mean, not the cause, but the effect. The Divide was trully a post-apocalyptic. Wrecked ruined building on the horizon, marks of Pre-War history under the orange-hot sun and strong wind. Even the High Road I walked was a mess, wrecked cars and the road it self was ruined and full of holes, making walking it a bit dangerous. Not just that, we were greeted by two Marked Men right away, one of them with one of those masks the Courier talked about, insulting Lanius, their former leader.<br />
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I was able to climb up one of those ruined buildings, leading to a sniper's nest. The sniper was an NCR trooper, leaning dead on one of the windows.<br />
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After that I continued my path. While exploring the interior of a wrecked RV I nearly soiled my pants. Why? I heard a big thump and a roar, at the same time I felt the RV shake and saw its roof bend to the weigh of something. I hid in a corner, grabbing ED-E and looking around. Imagine my fear when I see giant claws piercing through the RV's roof and tearing it away, revealing a deathclaw who had seen me and wanted to eat me for breakfast. I made a run for the door when I see he was going to attack. Outside, I let go off ED-E and reached for Oh Baby - which may as well be re-baptized as "The Deathclaw Slayer" - ripping its big scary face apart. The noise attracted more of them though. We killed two more who came running towards us and two others which we found ahead.<br />
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By then ED-E showed me another recording. Whitney said he had to start disassembling the ED eyebot series, by superior orders. Then he refered a television show that he said ED-E had been watching and asked him how would he like to be just like the star of the show, RALPHIE. I had seen that show's posters all around the Divide, not only recently but also when I came here from time to time, when I started being a Courier. I didn't know what it was about though.<br />
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We found a rest shop and decided to explore. There was a snowglobe in it, one of those Vault-Tecs Mr. House collects. Neat. Almost didn't have time to analyze though, as we were attacked by those Tunneler things, three of them. When we were done with them we continued through the High Road.<br />
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Finally I reached my destination, Ashton Missile Silo entrance. Outside there was the control pannel to open the Silo doors and launch a nuclear missile. It hit on the other side of the High Road, near where I had been, creating a huge hole in the ground. Maybe I'll explore it, I kind of feel connected to my first nuclear missile crater.<br />
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Then ED-E started playing another log. It was about Whitney telling ED-E what he had to do in order not to die there. So he told ED-E to go to Navarro. He actually seemed... Sad. I was sorry for ED-E. It's weird, all that time travelling with him in the Mojave and I have to hear his story from a copy. To console him, I told him Whitney would be proud that he had reached this far.<br />
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Love you,<br />
BillFilipehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350503138380340207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339232464610806246.post-83829698669993546942013-07-17T12:53:00.001+01:002013-07-17T12:55:17.552+01:00Entry 57: The mysteries behind the roads I walked...Hello mommy. Hello daddy.<br />
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I woke up with a massive roar, didn't know from what, but it echoed throughout the tunnel and scared the crap out of me.<br />
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I found a dead NCR trooper nearby my makeshift-one-night-camp. On him he had a note for a mission, saying the tunnel was overrun by "semi-humanoid creatures sensible to light", so the troopers were issued flash bangs. I took what he had, just in case. There were two more NCR troopers dead ahead (in both meanings, see what I did there?). One of them was a Ranger and whatever could take out a Ranger had to be looked out for.<br />
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I kept hearing the roars as I advanced through the tunnel. Then I heard some rubble move and I hid, to see what it was. A freaking monster appeared from the ground, black with glowy spikes, claws and eyes. I shot him in the head with the sniper and he died. At first I was happy it was that easy, but then, as I walked a bit more, I heard the rubble again and with it three other of those motherfuckers attacked us. I took only two blows from one of them, but those two blows almost ripped my insides out. Jesus fucking Christ.<br />
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After killing more of those bastards I finally reached the exit of the tunnel, with the sign "High Road" on it. As I entered the High Road the Courier spoke with me again, through ED-E. Told me that The Divide had a lesson to be teach. People tend to hold on too much to something. So much it breaks, or falls apart. Then he told me that he could already see the cracks around New Vegas, from Mr. House holding it so much. I told him that, unlike him, I'd rather look to the future instead of the past and that was why I worked with Mr. House. He told me that there was no future in either road I could take from working with Mr. House: crushed and opressed like the Three Families of New Vegas or immortalized as a Securitron. I don't like to think about it that way. I'll do my best to help Mr. House and the mankind, but eventually I'll die off, knowing full well what I did for everyone. But I just told him that Mr. House's plans account for a future much further than what he spoke about. Then I added that Vegas was one of the safest places out there and that was because of Mr. House. That gave me - and not only me - hope.<br />
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He said he deduced that someone - referring to Mr. House - had protected Vegas during the Great War. That someone who protected Vegas, in his mind, was selfish enough not to protect the world. I mean, common! Mr. House almost died protecting Vegas! Sure, he told me he "did not care to save the rest of the world" but I saw through his arrogance! He meant that because he would not be able to save it then, so he saved what he could to then rebuild the world. I wanted to tell the Courier too many things at the same time, like how he never even met Mr. House. But, for the sake of the argument, I told him that Mr. House is more pragmatic that what he might think. He actually believed that Mr. House's plan was to, eventually, turn everyone into robots he could command. There I got sick of it. I wanted to meet him. The man who had hunted me, the man who despises Vegas.<br />
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I told him that the Mojave was behind us and I wanted to focused on what was ahead. Then he said he was surprise we made it this far, me and ED-E, living through the skinned men and those tunnel creatures. I asked him about them and he said the beasts were called Tunnelers. Told me they were created by the Great War radiation and that it would be a slower death to the Mojave, meaning they were spreading out, via underground tunnels they dug themselves. He compared them to some creatures I knew to exist only East, at Legion territory. He told me he knew that because he did not only walked the Mojave and the Divide. He walked through the East before the Legion came. Like the Bear - NCR - they seized everything. In his opinion, though, the Bull - Legion - did a better job at it. He also called those skinned walking corpses Marked Men. SO now I have a name for them. I told him about the blades and mask I found in some of them and he told him that they used it as an insult to their former Legate, Lanius, the commander of the Legion forces.<br />
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He was obsessed with me and The Divide, it being my home. Because of what I did. Something I made by walking the roads in and out of the Divide. He kept saying it, but speaking in riddles. I was close to getting to where he wanted me to go, to know what I "did", in his eyes. But after one more cryptic speech, his transmition ceased. Fuck.<br />
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Love you,<br />
BillFilipehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350503138380340207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339232464610806246.post-50779994585161196852013-07-17T05:55:00.001+01:002013-07-17T05:55:14.694+01:00Entry 56: Warhead Fun!Hello mommy. Hello daddy.<br />
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So I travelled the stormed lands of The Divide. It was nightime and I didn't really know where to go. I soon had my first run in with those skinned living corpses. They are pretty easy to fight alone, but one of them caught me off guard once I entered a building - seeking for refuge for the night -, hitting me with a thermic lance. That shit hurts! Luckily there was an Auto-Doc in the place which patched me right up.<br />
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They may be zombies but they have some serious fucking fire power. No wonder, since they live in a military base! But shit, I knew I was in real trouble when I saw a guy on a roof shooting at me with a RAPID FIRE ROCKET LAUNCHER! Jesus fuck. Eventually I was able to find an angle to shoot him in the head before he blew up the entire building I was hiding in.<br />
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I had already found three "awake" nuclear warheads in the place. And there were even more for sure. I was afraid of what that Courier would have me do once I had the detonator he wanted.<br />
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I found the laser detonator and a note attached to it. Apparently I needed to use it to blow up some of those warheads I told you about, in order to open new paths. Of course, I got scared... I didn't know how much of an explosion the warheads would cause and the Courier did want me dead, so...<br />
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After I picked it up me and ED-E were ganged up by a group of those corpses. They are ruthless in groups, really. They didn't even give me room to move. After I killed all of them it was time to sleep again, at their camp on the roof.<br />
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On the morning I tried my best to pray, even though I don't do much of that and tried the detonator, keeping as safe a distance as I could. Fortunatly, the blast was not so big, not even a fifth of what I expected, so I was ok. And from then on, my hobby is to blow up warheads - and survive in the middle of this hellhole.<br />
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After blowing up one of those said warheads I uncovered a Corpse base camp and they weren't too happy about it. One of them seemed special somehow, like he was a commander, since he had a helmet and a different armor.<br />
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Another bomb detonated, another passage discovered. We went through the collapsed overpass tunnel and then ED-E played one of his logs, which was Whitney complaining about Colonel Autumn's proceedures on ED-E. I took that chance to make camp at one of the turned around trucks while talking to ED-E about what he showed me. And also to write you this.<br />
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I don't like this place...<br />
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Love you,<br />
BillFilipehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350503138380340207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339232464610806246.post-67015346839361502612013-07-15T23:41:00.001+01:002013-07-15T23:41:03.322+01:00Entry 55: The DivideHello mommy. Hello daddy.<br />
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So I fearfully travelled to The Divide. To walk the Lonesome Road.<br />
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Strong, hot winds were there waiting for me, along with an incessible Sun that burned through the storms.<br />
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The place was a fucking mess. Even if Mr. House hadn't saved New Vegas from the end of the world, I don't think it would look like The Divide.<br />
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The first door I got into was the Hopeville Defense Station, that led to a missile silo. The door was marked by that Old World flag symbol I found all over Big MT. That belonged to him.<br />
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I finally reached a door that had tagged in graphiti "You can go home, Courier", like in the Canyon Wreckage. When we crossed those doors someone started talking to me through ED-E. That voice... Chilling, had me scared just from listening. It was him, the Courier. He knew I worked for Mr. House and told me that the sight before me was what awaited New Vegas and its "Old World ghosts" (refering to Mr. House). I tried to answer accordingly, telling him he should be afraid of me and Mr. House, but all that came out of my mouth was the question of who he was. I couldn't live with the mystery anymore. He said he was Courier Six, like me. Said he was like me in many ways and not like me in many ways either. Told me he had searched for me for long years. That I was hard to kill, survived storms, bullets. He let the oportunity for the Platinum Chip job pass on to me because he knew it would get me killed, but he was wrong. I told him I knew we had never spoke before, because a voice like that... I'd remember. He told me we only met by the roads we travelled. Never in person. He talked about The Divide being my home, because "Couriers can build societies" and a home is "not only the place you were born, but also the place you changed so much".<br />
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Avoiding the "home" topic, we talked a bit about The Divide. He told me it was all an old military base and the Silo I just went through, the missile in it, was a nuclear warheads. And there are many others around The Divide. He told me about those corpses I saw, which apparently were the new Divide inhabbitants that were NCR and Legion who had come here to fight at the same time the place all went to Hell. Now they fight side by side, feral, as the new inhabbitants. They were skinned by the "fires of the Divide" - the strong winds - and kept alive and strong by the radiation.<br />
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Finally I asked how was he speaking through ED-E. He told me he actually wanted me to find it as he used it as a radio to speak with me. So I told him that, after all the trouble he went through to find me, I was finally there and we could get on with it. He said I needed to destroy some of the warheads. Walk through the nightamares of America that the warheads and The Divide were. Only then I'd be able to speak to him. So I told I'd find the the triggers and that he was next.<br />
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I finally decided to get the substation powering up Mr. House wanted done. As soon as we exited The Strip Veronica noticed for the first time my star bottlecaps pocket. Remember me telling you about it? She didn't know what it was for, like me, but as soon as we counted them and she saw I had 50 she begged me to pass by the Sunset Sarsaparilla Headquarters, to see if it once had some prize or something.</div>
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Filipehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350503138380340207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339232464610806246.post-89382086298267622972013-07-14T00:27:00.001+01:002013-07-14T00:27:16.515+01:00Entry 53: Deathclaw PromontoryHello mommy. Hello daddy.<br />
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We (and by "We" I mean "I while Veronica tried to talk me out of it") thought about a way to get to the Promontory. It was inevitable that we passed through Cottonwood Cove, Legion territory. As The Legion learned I was working with Mr. House, they did not accept it so well as the NCr (because, you know, they are true warriors and not dumbass pussies), so we knew we had to go ready for a fight.<br />
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So we decided to go for it. We chose a hill from where we'd start and me and ED-E starting shooting at them with all we had, while continuesly going down the hill. Once we were down there I put Salt.Upon-Wounds' power fist on (you know, because he wanted to join the Legion and I'm such a poet) and me and Veronica started punching ass (see what I did there?).<br />
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After we killed everyone I found some slaves locked inside a cell. They had explosive collars, so I tried to set them free. Unfortunatly, I messed up my first try and the woman died. The other captives were her children. Shit. I... I didn't mean too... I swear... I mean, they weren't exactly children nor teenagers, but I still made them orphans... Like me... Fuck. FUCK.<br />
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So after that I made Veronica leave me and go back to base or something. I was going to face deathclaws and I didn't want her to have anything to do with that, after last time. She gladly (or so it seemed) understood and wished me luck, relunctantly.<br />
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BillFilipehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350503138380340207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339232464610806246.post-31363568170034204332013-07-13T00:10:00.002+01:002013-07-13T00:10:38.539+01:00Entry 52: Roaming aroundHello mommy. Hello daddy.<br />
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I needed to think to what I did to Veronica. And about Red Lucy and what (who) she reminded me off. So, as the last time I needed to think, I went South. Veronica wouldn't go to the Suite though, no matter how much I asked. I even reminded her of how my "thinking" trips can sometimes become dangerous, but she didn't care. Oh well, women.<br />
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Eventually we got past Nipton and the Drive-In, where the satellite that took me to Big MT was. But I just kept going.<br />
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Every pound I gave with Oh Baby reminded me of Mr. House and what I already had to do for a better future, for a better mankind, what I did to Veronica, killing all her family and friends and, more recently, almost getting her killed.<br />
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Every punch with Two-Steps-Goodbye reminded me of Benny and what he did to me and what would I do if I were in his shoes. I was a loose end. But still, he got too greedy and wanted all for himself, I am choosing what I know to be best for New Vegas, not what it's best for me.<br />
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Every shot with Christine's Rifle and the Light Shining in the Darkness reminded me of my adventures outside the Mojave and how they all built up to one person: Courier 5, my hunter. The man who refused Johnson Nash's work offer because he saw my name on the list. The man who was hired be Caesar to try and assassinate Joshua. The man who told Elijah about Sierra Madre and saved Christine from him, before I ever knew they existed. The man who was after me, with all the strength he had. The man who was controling my path.<br />
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The place turned out to be an old nuclear test site with a big crater behind a fence and that was probably why there were so many ghouls there. Felt good. We also found, near it, a crashed vertibird with a bigass energy weapon near it. Sweet.<br />
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Night started to fall and there was a town nearby, so we decided to go there. As we approached those weird feral ghouls in NCR armor started appearing. So I checked my map and we had already been close to that place.<br />
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Veronica remembered it to be Camp Searchlight, a once NCR base which was flooded by radiation by The Legion, killing or turning everyone stationed there into a ghoul. Damn. After killing some more NCR ferals we ran to the church where we found a basement door. There we decided the place was too much, none of us liked radiation and even though killing ferals is good for the health, that was not worth it. So we went south-er.<br />
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We found the Searchlight Airport, which was totally overrun by Radscorpions of all sizes. Then Veronica told me something she wishes she hadn't. She even covered her mouth after saying it. "This is like the Deathclaw Promontory, but with Radscorpions!". Of course, I made her tell me what was that "Deathclaw Promontory". Eventually she told me it was an only-talked-about place where it was said to be the living place of many, many deathclaws. Supposelly it was across the river, past Cottonwood Cove.<br />
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Love you,<br />
BillFilipehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350503138380340207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339232464610806246.post-8584078602115424372013-07-11T21:07:00.002+01:002013-07-11T21:07:16.163+01:00Entry 51: Dead memoriesHello mommy. Hello daddy.<br />
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I look so badass in that Remnant armor. It has kind of a weird design, but I got used to it.<br />
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I left Rex at the suite and took ED-E with me. Didn't want anything to happen to Rexie, since he wasn't even mine. Veronica, though she bugged me the entire way there that it was a stupid idea, didn't want me to take Lily instead of her. Maybe deep down she liked the challenge too. Or maybe she thinks she's the only one who can keep my crazyness in check. I dunno.<br />
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The mere entrance of the place had 5 deathclaws guarding it. Jesus Christ.<br />
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I was in pretty bad shape already after the first four deathclaws, who seemed to be waiting for someone to enter the God damned cave. These beast are fucking ruthless, I was probably wearing the toughest armor in the world and those claws still cut through and threw me around.<br />
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We found the mother there and ganged up on her. The bitch in the Quarry Junction was tougher, though. She was guarding the eggs so we had what we came in for. Veronica was releaved and told me to get out of there as fast as possible. But I told her I wanted to stay. You see, I'm afraid of these assholes. And what better way to face my fear than to litterally face my fear? Besides, a legend of a deathclaw? I had to check that out.<br />
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We found him in one of the cave's areas, accompanied by two other deathclaws. Those we were able to lure out of that area and kill them but the other... The Legendary Deathclaw. He was so much bigger than all others. When we got back to the cave area he saw us and ran. Sliced through Veronica's armor like it was made of paper. I hesitated for a moment and he slammed me with his tail, knocking me to the ground, then headed to ED-E, which was shooting at him almost pointlessly. I got back on my feet and grabbed his tail. When his attention got towards me again I quickly picked Oh Baby up of the ground and tripped him, making him fall on his back. Then I climbed on to him and pounded and pounded and pounded and pounded, with all of my strength. He was so big...<br />
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I put Veronica on my back and got her out of there, running as fast as I could, trying to ignore fatigue and pain. Then tried to run all the way to Novac, which was like two miles long of a way. You may think it's nothing, but was wearing both power armor AND carrying a girl IN power armor. There I layed her on a table and screamed for the doctor. She was bleeding so much. I took of the armor before the doctor arrived, since she wouldn't know how to. It seemed like an eternity, me waiting for the doctor and looking at a nearly gutted Veronica.<br />
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Then she arrived and treated her. Fortunatly she was out more for the shock than the actual wound or pain. Still, it was really messy. I apologised to Veronica. She looked at me and smiled. She knew I don't apologise very often. We stayed for half a day and then she told me she was feeling well to walk.<br />
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We went to The Thorn, at her own pace. No rush. Then I talked to Red Lucy, all bloody in my face and armor. She seemed to enjoy the sight. And she enjoyed it even more when I grabbed the eggs and gave them to her. She told me I had become the greatest hunter she had ever seen and gave an unique shotgun she had, Dinner Bell. Then she told me to follow her. Alone. I looked at Veronica, worried. I didn't want to leave her alone. But she looked at me and winked, making a gesture to go on. At the time I didn't realise why she winked.<br />
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So innocent, your son.<br />
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She took me to a room with a mood light and a queen sized bed. She walked up to the bed and undressed, standing there, bare naked, looking at me with a smile. She layed on the bed and asked me to join her with her finger. I... I didn't know what to do. I know I told you some time ago that I'd be looking for company, but you know damn well that's bullshit. I know I haven't talked about her for a long time, but you know I had the love of my life. I had her, I lost her for years and years, while I roamed the wasteland with you guys and, then, alone, then I had her again and, after our first night finally together, full of love and making up for lost time, I find her laying dead and raped after coming out of scavenging. The bastards who did it, petty raiders, were still there, cocks hanging around. Those were my first kills. Three of them, with my own bare fists, punching all of them with all the anger of the world, tears streaming down my face. I know I hadn't talked about her for a long time, I know. But I... I had to justify this beautiful, beautiful woman laying in a bed waiting for me... And I just said "sorry" and walked away.<br />
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She could have been one hell of a lover. Hell, I bet she would be. I just couldn't go on with it. When I left the room Veronica saw my face and asked me what happened, I just told her that we had to get out of that place.<br />
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Love you,<br />
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PS: I should start writting to her too...Filipehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350503138380340207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339232464610806246.post-17365345851185440632013-07-11T13:10:00.001+01:002013-07-11T13:10:58.512+01:00Entry 50: Immortalizing gloryHello mommy. Hello daddy.<br />
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I didn't really remember being at the Red Rock at first. I didn't immediatly after I woke up, too, since I woke up in a longhouse with Papa Khan, a man who I had talked to before, looking at me. I didn't recognize him at first, my head was still pounding from the cazador thing. But then I really saw him and I remembered everything.<br />
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He just wanted to talk though. He told me had an alliance with The Legion and that would help them get revenge against the NCR. Well, the Legion doesn't need more support than it already has, or else it could get too hard. I told him I wanted him to break the alliance. He didn't want to, he was blind by revenge.<br />
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And so I got back to the longhouse, where Papa usually is. There was a Legion representative living there, too. Karl, was his name. I felt that if I found something in his room it would disgrace him right there in front of all the present Khans. And also convince Regis.<br />
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And I was right. Don't feel sorry for him though, they were planning on enslaving the Khans.<br />
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Then I had to convince Jack and Diane. It was easy, I just told Jack that Diane would be enslaved and sold as a prostitute and he agreed to oppose Papa Khan. He even taught me a new word for "bullshit", "copasheshy". It's the best word ever, if I may add.<br />
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Then there was Melissa. She was on a mission, camped near the Quarry Juntion. Thank God there weren't more Deathclaws, right? Well, actually I did punch four of those fuckers to the death and hammered three more in the process, while reaching their camp, but hey, just details.<br />
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Melissa, oh poor girl. She thought she'd be a ranking officer in the Legion, how cute. I told her no women served the Legion, they were all either slaves or, the lucky ones, officers' wives. She actually got very sad and told me she'd support me. I felt kind of bad so I asked why was she there. She was waiting for a chem supply drop from someone from Sloan, at the quarry. I told her I'd help. Turns out they didn't make the delivery because of the deathclaws and, after that, they had just forgotten about it. I retrieved the chemicals and got them to Melissa.<br />
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When I got back to Papa Khan, he was surprised I had convinced his most trusted men to tell him to break the alliance. He was still worried about his tribe's glory though. I think I understand. I'm a proud man myself. As you know, I'm not dumb. On my travels as a lost kid and up until now, I learned a lot. That includes some of the history of the Pre-War people who the Khans based themselves in, the Mongols. They too sought glory, but it didn't end up well. So I told him that they shouldn't clinge to the glories of the past. Then and there he decided that I spoke the truth and, to immortalize the Khans, they'd ride to the Hoover Dam battle one last time, in a suicide attempt of making as much damage as they can. Well... That turned out better than I ever could expect. They'll fight both the Legion and the NCR and die in the process. Yeah, sometimes I'm cruel, but you know from the start I'm not an angel, what did you expect?<br />
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Finally I returned to Red Lucy. Veronica had to remind me of the eggs, I didn't even remember by then. I gave her the eggs, got handsomly rewarded and then got handed the ultimate challenge. She wanted me to be the one hunter who would bring her and The Thorn the "sacred" deathclaw eggs. (normal deathclaw eggs, but are sacred because they're hard to find). I had two choices: Quarry Junction and a deathclaw nest in a cave. It wouldn't be much of the ultimate challenge if I went to the Quarry where there were no deathclaws already right? So yeah, I told her I'd go to that nest. She warned me about a legend. A legend of a deathclaw far stronger than all others. No one had ever seen it and lived to tell the tale. Well, that's copasheshy for me, if no one's ever seen it, then no one can know it exists.<br />
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So here I am now at my suite, gearing up. I'll use that armor those old Enclave men gave me, seems pretty tough and easier to move than with the Brotherhood's power armor.<br />
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Love you,<br />
BillFilipehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350503138380340207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339232464610806246.post-74297385843387736782013-07-10T11:28:00.005+01:002013-07-10T11:28:51.679+01:00Entry 49: The ThornHello mommy. Hello daddy.<br />
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As you know I had time to spare. Westside was pretty dull, but there was something near I had told you about. A place called The Thorn. I went there with Veronica and Rex, to check it out.<br />
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It was actually very awesome. It was an underground arena for creature fights. And, of course, anyone who thought could fight said creatures. The person in charge was Red Lucy. I still hadn't seen her and I had already been bombarded with words of respect towards her and also some men who said would enjoy a night with her.<br />
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She was hot, yeah. And pretty. But most of all she was... Powerful. She intimidated even me, just with her calm, strong voice. I could tell she was a tough one. That made me smile right from the bat, so I told her I'd fight in her little arena. Told her to set me up with three of her biggest radscorpions. Yeah!<br />
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Right before they released those bastards I looked up on the crowd. Saw they wanted a show. I started undressing myself and disarming, putting my armor on the ground and my weapons on it. Which was not a good idea, now that I write about it. But hey, survived to tell the tale. The crowd loved it.<br />
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When I got back to Red Lucy she was impressed. Said I had the build for a hunter and that The Thorn could use one like me. She wanted me to go to some creatures' nests and steal some eggs, so they could hatch in the Thorn and become fighters. First ones were Giant Mantises. And fuck, they were in that creepy ass green Vault, Vault 22, filled with plants.<br />
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It was fairly easy. Me and Veronica remembered the place just barely to be able to navigate through it swiftly and get the eggs. Fucking mantises though, when they throw their arms in the air to attack they freak the hell out of me!<br />
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She was pleased, but not impressed. Not at all. That was child's play, I could tell. Next she told me to get Radscorpion eggs, near Goodsprings. Well, I ain't nor wasn't so affraid of those bastards after taking out three barehanded, so...<br />
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Going to the Radscorpions made me pass by Goodsprings' cemetery. You know... Where I died. Or should have. I was awfuly quiet for a while after that, because it got me thinking. I changed lot since then heh? Killing the scorpions was easy enough, so I quickly returned to The Thorn.<br />
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My next challenge were Fire Geckos. Those were tough bastards but nothing excessive. I had already fought many. That one was a long, long walk though.<br />
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After finaly finding the cave we fought like one hundred of those fire breathing bastards. Nah, I'm kidding, they were maybe twenty. Still, pretty easy.<br />
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Tired of walking though. I got back to Red Lucy and gave her the eggs and she gave me the caps. She had more work for me. I had to get her nightstalker eggs. Well, like most animals nightstalkers didn't even seen to want to attack me, so it was easy. Tired of walking though.<br />
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I got handsomly rewarded for the eggs and the she told me my next challenged: motherfucking cazadores. I fake smiled as I panicked inside and nearly crapped myself just thinking about it.<br />
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After I fougt a buttload of cazadores to steal their eggs I found myself in very bad shape. Veronica helped me walk a little until we reached Red Rock, home to the Great Khans. She was able to drag me to a tent and helped me stay awake just enough to write you this.<br />
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BillFilipehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350503138380340207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339232464610806246.post-63451114931419200992013-07-06T22:21:00.000+01:002013-07-06T22:21:07.818+01:00Entry 48: Hello farewellHello mommy. Hello daddy.<br />
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Where was I? Oh, right, before I met that guy. "Which guy do you speak of, sweet child?", you ask. Arcade Gannon, my most recent asshole of a friend, I answer. I bumped (litterally) into him on my way to Westside, while he was crouching by some cacti. Apparently he is researching on how to make stimpacks from barrel cacti fruit. I first mocked him for a while, but his lack of patience and sarcastic replies made ways to more serious talk. He was with the Followers and figured that was the best he could do to help.<br />
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He convinced me at first to help the Followers. I didn't really like them, but I didn't have anything against them too. So I went on with it. I could use a partner to make fun of. I made a deal with the Garrets to supply the Followers and got some guys off of drug and alcohol addiction. I'm turning into an angel, so you better be in heaven so I can meet you when I die.<br />
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Our rivalry started right when he said Mr. House wasn't a good choice for New Vegas' future. The people outside The Strip would suffer just like they do now. But I knew it wasn't true. I knew Mr. House's plan and where he was going, the greatness he'd do. But I didn't tell him. Mr. House had told me, so I had no right to tell anyone else.<br />
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Somewhere along our patrol on Westside he decided to talk about the battle of Hoover Dam. How he could help. Help how, I asked, since he was just a geek. Then he said his father was once with the American Pre-War enforcers, the Enclave. He was never actually one of them, but he knew some remnants who lived in the Mojave. That could help out big time with the battle. I accepted, of course. Big robot army, Boomer's help, plus ex-power armor and military experts?! Hell yeah, that's a win at the Dam for sure! He actually made his first real smile since we had met, when I told him we'd talk to their old friends.<br />
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The first one was actually in Westside. He told me that's part of why he told me. His name was Judah Kreger. He was playing checkers with some guy. He accepted pretty quick, actually.<br />
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You wouldn't guess who the second one was. Doc motherfucking Henry. Yeah, from what he knew of me he accepted really quick.<br />
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I was doing a whole lot of walking, my feet hurted like hell. But the next stop was Novac, in which we talked to Daisy Whitman, the chopper handling woman. She accepted just for the chance of flying one more time. Heh.<br />
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Cannibal Johnson was next. No, he wasn't a cannibal. He was actually pretty neat, even though a bit depressed about his old age. He agreed because he wanted to do one last good thing before he died.<br />
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The last one was a cranky old man named Orion Moreno, who hated the NCR. Good thing. He was in with us as long as we didn't help the NCR.<br />
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Then I finally got to the Remnants bunker, led by Arcade. It really pissed me off when the guys were only wanting to fight either for the Legion or the NCR. They wouldn't even listen to me when I spoke of Mr. House. Then I did something I shouldn't. Not since I hand't spoke to Mr. House about it. But still, I'm smart, I know what I did. The Legion had smaller numbers than the NCR. So I shouted HELP THE LEGION. I just... I hate the NCR... For what they did to you... Arcade looked at me for a long while and then left, without saying a word. Cannibal Johnson left, too. He liked the NCR. The others were either neutral or happy about going against the NCR. Since Johnson wasn't going they gave me his armor. Which is pretty neat.<br />
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So that's the story of how your angel of a son manipulated a potential friend into joining forces with him against someone he cared about. In my defense, it's pretty much because they wouldn't listen to me. But fuck it.<br />
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Love you,<br />
BillFilipehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350503138380340207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339232464610806246.post-4127062279399245712013-07-05T22:43:00.002+01:002013-07-05T22:43:25.748+01:00Entry 47: Some don't deserve what others have noneHello mommy. Hello daddy.<br />
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So I had time. If I had any shred of smarts in my head, I'd rest up on the time I have. But no. I wanted to explore, much like I did before Kimball arrived. This time around I visited the Outer Vegas area called North Vegas. I have been there before actually.<br />
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The place was even worst than Freeside, everyone was skinny and dirty, it smelled horribly. I asked the first half decent looking guy I saw what was up. Crandon was his name and he was like the sheriff. Eventually I asked if there was need for help around the parts. At first he didn't want to, but he decided I would be a good thing to happen to that God forsaken place. The first thing he asked me to do was to talk some low lives out of the playground area, where they were seen by everyone and everyone would see them cause trouble.<br />
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Maybe it didn't go as it should. He asked me why should they leave and I told them they better had done it before I got mad. Then he called me "punk" and told me to fuck off and that's where I drew the line. I killed all three of them, causing one heck of a mess. Still, when I told Crandon about it he didn't seem to mind, as long as they were gone. Next job was to take care of some assholes who were starting to create a gang, down on the sewers.<br />
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Smelled even worst than the actual town, the sewers, which is hard. I don't like dark places where I have to go around and crawl through tunnels. So I wasn't in a very good mood when I got there. And God damn, the poor son of a bitch had to go and call me "punk". More dead... Oh well, less food that has to go around right?<br />
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Crandon actually didn't mind too. Guess being so surrounded by death made him impartial to what kind of death it is. The next job was to talk to some mother about her daughter, who was hanging out with a bad croud. Hoo-fucking-ray, I got to be a babysitter!<br />
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The woman lived near Crimson Caravans, so I took advantage of that and passed by New Vegas Clinic, Doctor Usanagi, which was also nearby. I wanted another implant. The first one felt great, so I decided another one couldn't hurt. She analyzed me and said my body could handle another. I chose one she had that would make my skin rougher, almost bullet-proof-like. Which is fucking awesome. When she told me it would take a few hours I gasped; but hey, the little girl could wait.<br />
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It was late in the night when I got into that woman's - Mrs Hostetler or something - house. I broke in because no one answered and found her sleeping in her bed, so I sat at the dinner table and waited for her to wake up. Creepy right?<br />
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Yeah she thought so too. She screamed and tld me to get out before she blew my head off. Then I told her I was sent by Crandon and wanted to help with her problem. She wanted me to investigate her daughter's new friends. And so I did, since I commited to it in the first place. But damn, I do not like babysitting.<br />
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I looked for Alice - the girl - in North Vegas and question people there. One of them, a cowboy looking guy, told me she was hanging out with someone named Andy at "The Gray", the local hotel.<br />
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I looked a little and didn't find them. There was a guy guarding a door though, so I asked him where could I find Alice and Andy. He asked what for, so I just said I wanted to talk to them. Then he started saying that that was their turf and if I snooped around anymore he'd kill me then and there. Hah. I told him I didn't like his tone and his answer was his last. Specially the words "Go cry to your mama" triggered me. I punched him three times, turning him into an almost blood-pool. Then I searched the room he was guarding, which had a note that said their "gang" was planning an heist on Mr. Hostelter's - or whatever - cut from his work at the Crimson Caravans and were using Alice to get close.<br />
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When I was finished reading the note I was caught by who I assumed to be Andy. He was a ghould, which I didn't expect, don't know why. He told me Alice was with him in the gang. Told me she was happy, she was tired of working with her mom. God damn, I despise spoiled kids. I stormed off from Andy and ran to find Alice, to tell her a thing or two.<br />
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When I entered her house a girl in her early twenties was pointing a gun at me. Alice. Told me she had enough of "their shit" and would kill her parents if she had to. I... I wanted to hit her, hit her so hard. She had parents who cared for her, that knew they had to work to survive. And she was thinking of killing them just to join a fucking gang? Before I knew it I was holding her by her neck, breathing heavily, staring into her eyes, as mine were filled with anger. Then I took a deep breath, let her go and shoved the note I found on her face. Then I left the house. Let her be so grown up as she thinks she is.<br />
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That was it for me and North Vegas. The place looks like shit, but Mr. House will manage, I know it.<br />
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Next stop, Westside!<br />
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Love you,<br />
Bill.Filipehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350503138380340207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339232464610806246.post-7576670551322250312013-07-05T04:11:00.004+01:002013-07-05T04:11:59.243+01:00Entry 46: When the reality exceeds the expectations... You'll Know It When It HappensHello mommy. Hello daddy.<br />
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So, it was time to save the leader of the bastards who continuesly ruin my life. "Awesome", I though, so ever sarcastic.<br />
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Deserves mention that I passed by the King while going to my suite and said Rex was all better, we were tgether for a while and then he told me Rex liked me and he could hang with me a little longer, which is awesome. I brought Veronica with me, too, since I missed her company, even though I only thought about what I had done to her - without her knowing. I gave her Pushy, as a way of saying "I'm sorry", I guess... Psychological stuff.<br />
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I gotta say, I love seeing the Dam. It's so magestic... Good thing Mr. House is planning on taking it, that way I can look at it without picture those NCR bastards.<br />
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I got into the Dam and got all kind of looks. I was famous. Some of them looked down on me, some of them wanted a go at me, others respected me and others were positively surprised I was there to help. Me? I'm just glad I had my shades, preventing them to see the fury in my eyes, the disgust of being there, among them, about to save their President.<br />
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I reported to Ranger Grant and asked him what did we have. Which was pretty much nothing. "Just keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary". Well, no shit!<br />
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I rested a little and morning came. Had to do my check ups. First checked the lobby's terminal. Nice thing I did, because the file that contained the ranger snipers' locations had been accessed from an unknown ID earlier, so that's one thing I had to look out for.Then I checked the small storage room and found a blood puddle on it. I examined the place and there was a bloody wrench too, so I figured an engineered must have been killed, probably for a legionarie to replace him and go undercover. So, weird engineers to watch out for too. Outside, I checked the Anti-Aircraft gun control console, to see if had been tampered with, but no, nothing. I couldn't think of anything else to look out for. They'd probably try to rig the Vertibird to blow, too, but I could only check that out once Kimball arrived. Veronica backed me up, reinforced the idea that we had to look out for that engineer and the snipers and Rex just panted and waved his tail when I asked if we were all set.<br />
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I went up to the visitor's center roof, the place where the vertibird would land. Aside from checking if Kimball got there in one piece, it was one of the sniper positions and from that one I could see the other two with Christine's rifle scope. It landed and Kimball, surrounded by bodyguards, not talking or even looking to anyone, got to the door that would lead outside. Right then I saw one engineer go to the vertibird, supposely to make sure everything was alright. Once he was done tampering I went there myself and found a bomb, which I was able to disarm. He was, of course, my prime suspect. I was able to grab him by his arm just before he walked into the visitor's center. He asked me if there was a problem and I asked him, even though I knew, if he knew who did the vertibird maintenance. Then he screamed "DIE, PROFLIGATE!" and pulled out a knife. Veronica blew his head off with a punch and then looked at me, worried at first, but then smiling. It got into my head how I was considered a "profligate", the word they use to refer to NCR people. Hated it, hated it. Oh well... One less motherfucker trying to kill the biggest motherfucker of them all, I thought.<br />
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Surprisingly, once the sniper that was in that position saw what happened, he screamed "CONTACT" and everyone started flipping out. Before I knew what was happening I saw Kimball covering his head with his arms, being dragged into the vertibird by one of his bodyguards while the others looked around for threats. I guess they scare easy, the President didn't even make it to the stage and was forced to leave because of the threat.<br />
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This turned out nicely! Not only did I fulfill Mr. House's request, securing a future for New Vegas' tourism and economy, but also deprived the NCR of their little morale boost speech. I came out of that Dam smiling after all.<br />
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The trip to The Strip was actually pretty quick, since I was so distracted with the thought of what I had done and that went down so good. Then reported to Mr. House, who said I was critical in Kimball's survival. Damn right, those assholes couldn't do anything by themselves. Anyway, Mr. House gave me another job, no hurries. There is a small electrical plant near that damned Vault 11 which has great strategic value to the Lucky 38. Mr. House wanted me to install an override module on it, in order to power back on Mr. House's primary reactor, which has been shut down during Las Vegas' defense. He said there were NCR troops there, guarding it. Easy peasy.<br />
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Now it's resty resty time. Since there are no hurries, I'm going to take a look around a bit more. I'll let you know if I find any more stylish guys willing to loan their awesome dogs.<br />
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Love you,<br />
BillFilipehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350503138380340207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339232464610806246.post-89284212213526526632013-07-01T22:05:00.001+01:002013-07-01T22:05:36.041+01:00Entry 45: Decision decisionsHello mommy. Hello daddy.<br />
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I figured out that the pipes for the water pump passed through a mountain, that I guessed had a cave system. I found the entrance to the cave, guarded by some geckos and right then I found lots of barrels of toxic waste. That was definetly the source of the radiation.<br />
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I followed the cave system and ended up in an opened Vaul door. Man, I don't like Vaults. And you know. Vault 34 it was. Apparently Lily was from there, once. She said the place brought her memories and even pointed to a place where she said she and my "grandfather" first kissed. Poor woman...<br />
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More importantly though, the place was swarming with feral ghouls. You know, the ones who jump on you from the dark and try to rip your throat out with their teeth. Yeah, those bastards.<br />
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Navigating through the darn Vault was awful. It was dark, the geiger counter didn't shut up and, besides of me feeling physically sick from the radiation, I felt even more sick because of the psychological effects the geiger counter had on me. And those feral ghouls, they were EVERYWHERE.<br />
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I needed keys to get into the Overseers Office, from where I thought I could have access to everywhere. It was the only door locked, also. Or so I thought. I went to the armory, searching for the key, but it was also locked. Eventually I found a page of the Overseer's journal that said he had locked the armory to protect the dwellers from themselves and that he had the key.<br />
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I found a terminal that I used to drain one of the flooded rooms. I went into that room and went through a door that I assumed to be the security offices. More ghouls, of course, but also another terminal, that granted me access to the Oversser's office door control. So I unlocked it and made my way there.<br />
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The place inside was full of armored and ruthless ghouls, which I guessed to be the Overseer's personal guards, who maintained their once human strength. The Overseer himself was a tough son of a bitch, but I nailed him while Rex and Lily fought off the other ones.<br />
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So, from there I thought I had two routes: under the Overseer's office or unlock the armory and go check it out. And then I thought better, I could unlock it, go check out the Overseer's tunnel and then, on my way back out, go to the armory. I'm a genius (dumb ass).<br />
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On the tunnel I ended up in the Vault's Reactor and there I found a terminal. From what I read I learned that the Reactor was damaged and that, if I shut it down, the radiation would stop contaminating the water. I also learned that a family was trapped in the Vault, but helping them would mean keep the Reactor online.<br />
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Decisions decisions...<br />
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It's not like Mr. House won't find a way to get clean water. It's not even like this pump gets a significant percentage of water to New Vegas. So I tried to save the family trapped inside. I unlocked the reactor doors and looked for the terminal that would allow me to reroute power to their terminal, enabling them to unlock the doors. So yeah, I wanna believe they're alive and well now.<br />
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I went back to the armory and there wasn't much. I mean, there was this freaking awesome gun, but I ain't much of a gun man, as you know. So I took it only to see if it was worth anything on the Mojave market.<br />
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And so that was it. The water continued irradiated, but one more family now lives to enjoy that glowing element of dehydration. I think I'm going to stay at the Lucky 38 for the rest of the time that Kimball won't arrive. Which can't be much.<br />
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I'll talk to you after it.<br />
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Love you,<br />
BillFilipehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350503138380340207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339232464610806246.post-53953458712160099512013-06-30T22:52:00.000+01:002013-06-30T22:52:21.049+01:00Entry 44: Brains brains brainsHello mommy. Hello daddy.<br />
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We made our way through the night to Jacobstown. The man, the mutant and the dog. What looked actually pretty close to New Vegas seemed to take all night to get there. And the screeching violins on the background didn't help. Oh, what am I saying? Forget it.<br />
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It was really cool to see Marcus again. He got really happy to see I had brought Lily along and that she was doing good. We chatted for a little while and then I got to the lodge, where Doc Henry was.<br />
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Doctor Henry diagnosed Rex right then and there. He said it was neural degradation, because the med gel containing the brain could only sustain it for so long. So I had to find a replacement. What's with me and brains lately?! Henry suggested me Old Lady Gibson, the old lady near Novac from who I got the spaceship modules from, for those crazy ass ghouls. So I said goodbye and told him I'd be back.<br />
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I was tired of walking, my feet hurt like hell. Damn dog, had a way to get to me. I already liked him so much, so he kept me going. I couldn't let him die.<br />
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I arrived at the old lady's scrapyard, nearby Novac. I was pretty straightforward, told her I needed a dog's brain. At first she told me it was a bit ghoulish of a request, but then she agreed to it. Talk about hypocrisy, she picked an old dog, said she'd put him down for a price. After I told her we shouldn't put a price on Rey's (the old dog) immortality she agreed, called him, offering a treat and broke his neck. Shit. We removed the brain and I took it and kept it as cool and safe as I could. Then made my way back north.<br />
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When I finally arrived, late in the night - at the Lodge in Jacobstown, Doc Henry was still up. I told him, after I caught my breath and sat down, I had the brain and we were ready. The doc told me to rest up while he did the surgery.<br />
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I woke up in the morning with Rex licking my face. Doc Henry smiled while he cleaned his hands, telling me it went all good. I petted Rex and was really happy for him.<br />
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So it was time to leave Rex. Bah, I don't want to get him back to the King just yet... We walked around for a bit, around New Vegas. Eventually we got to one of the pump stations, the East one. We entered the place to see if there was anything interesting.<br />
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Found Vera Keyes and Dean Domino Sierra Madre posters, which made me smile. Even though Dean did cross me and ended up being killed, by me. But still, made me smile. There was also a terminal. I tried to access it but the network connection was down and I coudln't access all the data. But I was able to fix that, though. It had only one entry, that said that radiation was contaminating the waters. Well, fuck! I have to get to the bottom of it, how can Mr. House rebuild society if the water pumps will get irradiated?<br />
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I am now at the Clinic, with Doc Usanagi. Figured I could use RadAway, since I'm going to explore irradiated places... I'll let you know what I find out.<br />
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Love you,<br />
BillFilipehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350503138380340207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339232464610806246.post-23386215155362717352013-06-29T22:51:00.003+01:002013-06-29T22:51:28.338+01:00Entry 43: Found Interesting Looney Local Employers Roaming Hello mommy. Hello daddy.<br />
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I rested up a little in my bed but then couldn't sleep. I figured I'd go for a walk. Dressed Benny's suit and left the Lucky 38 into Freeside, to check it out. The Kings' School of Impersonation, the Atomic Wrangler and the Silver Rush. Those were the best known buildings on Freeside. The SIlver Rush was an energy weapons store, so I didn't go near it. I went in the Atomic Wrangler first, bearing the thought of drinking myself to sleep or memory loss.<br />
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The casino was owned by two brothers, the Garrets, one male and one female. I spoke to her, Francine, first. I was still thinking about that drink when I thought I wasn't that high on caps and that they could have jobs available. So I asked her if she needed anything done. She said three people had crossed her and owned caps to the casino. If I brought everything back, I'd get 50%. Good enough. I also talked to James, the brother, who said he needed someone to recruit, basically, weird whores. A cowboy ghoul, a smooth talker and a sex bot. Sure, caps are caps. It's not like I'd force anyone to do it.<br />
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Easy jobs, both of them. I specially liked meeting a cowboy ghoulette - which I had no idea existed - and punching one of the two smooth talkers I ran into, the one who owned money, right in the face. The sex bot was weird though, offered to rape me.<br />
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When I reported to Francine for my caps she told me her old guard, McCafferty, stole caps from her and went to the Strip. I was supposed to kill him. And I did. I don't really like thieves, much less men who think they can get away with everything. So I two step goodbye-ed him. I looked into the Securitrons' screen as he moved towards the mess I made on the floor (not pretty), as if I were looking to Mr. House. I made a sign with my head, as if I'd tell him later what it was about. Then got back out of the Strip and got my caps.<br />
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That was that. I decided to go meet the Kings, right next door. I always liked looking at them, their style. And word was they were kind of the protectors of Freeside and that's awesome.<br />
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Looks deceived though, as the first guy I ran into was an arrogant bastard who thought he could bully me. I tried to ignore him, telling him I just wanted to pay the respects to the King for being... the King. He said he liked me for doing so and let me through.<br />
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The King was a nice man. He had a cyberdog with him, too, like Roxie. His name was Rex. Heh, imagined them mating eheh. I asked him to work for him - to know how he ran things - and he was very nice, offered me a job right then and there, even told he'd have more for me. He wanted me to investigate one of the bodyguards that escorted people through Freeside, one that was making way too much caps and, thus, stealing business. So I had to hire him and know his secret.<br />
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I hired the guy and followed him through Freeside. Past the King's spot we saw some thugs down the road and he told me to follow him throw the alley, in order to avoid them. Then he sprinted all the way to the other part of the alley and fired three shots. I got up to the place just in time to see four bodies falling. I told him that and he said he shot through one of them, but I called bullshit. Told him to give me all his money. He did give it to me, but also threatened me. I didn't liek that. Not. One. Bit. So I two step goodbye-ed him too. And the four "thugs", who got up from the ground and attacked me after they saw what I did.<br />
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I reported to the King and he said I could be more subtle, but the job was done and that's what mattered. He then wanted me to check on some attack victims, citizens under the Kings' protection. I traveled to the Old Mormon Fort, where the Followers of the Apocalyps hang out. After talking to the victims I found out that they were attacked by NCR people, or at least looked like it. I reported back to the King and he asked me to investigate it better. I did and found out that the NCR had sent an envoy to help the locals of Freeside, the Kings' people, but that envoy was brutally beaten by the Kings and that was why the NCR wasn't helping the locals and why NCR people beat up local people. I hurried back to the King to know what the fuck was going on.<br />
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Once I got there, Pacer - that asshole who tried to make me pay to see the King - told me he heard about what I found out and said that the King shouldn't be bothered with such "nonsense". Hum. I made him pay me for my silence, felt really good. And I did tell the King about what Pacer did. Apparently, the King didn't even see the man the NCR sent. Then we were interrupted by a Kings' member saying that Pacer was attacking the NCR. The King wanted me to go and try to solve the thing peacefully.<br />
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I ran there, thinking how could I solve something between two people I don't like. First Pacer and then the NCR. After what they did to you... To us... To me.<br />
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But once I saw the scenery I changed my mind. All the Kings were dead except Pacer, who was cowering behind cover. I faced the NCR, hands in the air, thinking about Mr. House, because I had to be in good terms with them in order to be able to go to Hoover Dam and also thinking about how I would get my chance for payback at the Dam. There these bastards will suffer. All of them. So I talked to the woman in charge and told her the whole story. She said that she would keep an eye on the Kings but they would try to negotiate again.<br />
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I got back to the King and told him the news. He was very pleased with the outcome. Eevn offered me a favour, so I told him caps couldn't hurt. Then we just talked casually. Eventually we talked about Rex, his cyberdog. He told me Rex was sick, some brain disease diagnosed by the Followers. I remembered that Dr. Henry, in Jacobstown, was an expert on brain surgery, so I suggested the King to take him there. He was very happy, but said he unfortunatly couldn't. He asked me a favour: have Rex as my guard dog, as I take him up to Jacobstown. Heh, awesome!<br />
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If I'm going to travel, I'm not going in a suit for sure. I'm back at the suite just to trade my clothes and grab Lily - I think she'll like to see all her friends again - and then I'm off to Jacobstown!<br />
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Love you,<br />
BillFilipehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350503138380340207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339232464610806246.post-1574247577094574442013-06-28T22:01:00.000+01:002013-06-28T22:01:08.445+01:00Entry 42: GeniusHello mommy. Hello daddy.<br />
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Once again I was back at the Mojave and all the worries struck me in the head like a hammer. The Brotherhood of Steel, Veronica, Mr. House's plan... Damn it.<br />
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Since Primm was on my way north I passed through there, since I didn't know where ED-E was and I thought he could have gone to my former work-place, the Mojave Express, where we first met. And there he was, waiting for me. Awesome.<br />
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Further north I saw a couple of bloatflies. Ran like hell.<br />
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Lots of Powder Gangers on my way to the Strip. One of them even tried top ambush me before entering Primm. Maybe recognized me and what I did to them. Weird, I thought they got scared off! Even found a raped dead woman laying on the ground after I sniped two of them. Instead of going away they are getting tougher. What the hell.<br />
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Passing by Sloan and the Quarry Junction I felt really good about myself for a moment, for clearing all those Deathclaws. Damn, I'm awesome! I liked how when I was enjoying the moment I was interrupted by Stealthy (IT'S MY SUIT, SHUT UP) to hear her say that I was her best friend forever. Oh Stealthy...<br />
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I took a few hours (I was missing for days, what problem would it make?) to speak to Doctor Usanagi at the New Vegas Clinic about her impressive medical implants. I gave away 12 thousand caps - gladly - for her to enhance my cells in order for me to have a healing factor. A bit slow, but still, it's a healing factor.<br />
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Finally I got into the Strip. I kind of missed it. Not because I liked it, but because I had made it my home (in my boss' home). I decided to go to my suite first, before going to see Mr. House. I was hugged hard by Lily and hugged by Veronica. She asked me what was wrong, both with my face - because of my new look - and with my mood - because I, hum, killed all her family. I couldn't bring myself to tell her. Never will. I just hugged her again and told her I missed her. I told them both I didn't go to anywhere in specific, just wondered off to think. About things. We talked for a while about them too and finally I told them I had to go to Mr. House. I changed to Randall's armor and then went to Mr. House's Penthouse.<br />
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I missed Mr. House, actually. I had come to adore the man, with all the respect I gave him. So I was quite happy when going up the elevator. Once there, Mr. House asked me if I had destroyed the Brotherhood of Steel. There my smile vanished and I told him I had wiped them out. He told me it was a great accomplishment and moved on to the next topic: Aaron Kimball, the President of the NCR. Apparently he was going to give a morale booster speech at Hoover Dam soon. Obviously the Legion would try an assassination. I for one would have let them. But then Mr. House explained it to me and I felt dumb - which does not happen often. It all goes down to us taking over Hoover Dam and making the NCR retreat. If we did so with Kimball dead, people would blame New Vegas for Kimball's death and the NCR's loss, resulting in a HUGE tourism breakdown and, of course, less money pouring in. Although, if Kimball is alive, people will blame him for wanting to prove everyone how great the Mojave and the Dam would be for the NCR, which will only result in defeat and death for them, when we force their retreat. A big failure on the hands of the beloved President. And people would both continue to go to New Vegas AND even abandon the NCR for New Vegas' safety. Genius.<br />
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I don't like the idea of helping or even being near the NCR without tearing their throats out with my teeth, but still, I'll do this. For the greater good. For Mr. House's plan.<br />
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Mr. House told me to speak to Ranger Grant, at the Dam, when the time comes.<br />
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There's still some days left, so I'll wonder around a little bit. There are still many places to see, many things to do.<br />
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Love you,<br />
BillFilipehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350503138380340207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339232464610806246.post-3010769520603463302013-06-26T09:15:00.002+01:002013-06-26T09:15:48.586+01:00Entry 41: A heck of a twistHello mommy. Hello daddy.<br />
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There it was: my brain. In a jar.<br />
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But that's not the deal. Apparently Mobius wasn't setting a trap or anything. I nearly shat myself when MY BRAIN started talking to ME with a sophisticated accent. When I asked if it was really my brain he answered something sarcasting. I was being made fun of. By my brain. Yeah. I asked why was he such a dick and he told me he didn't like me because of my endeavours throughout the Mojave, how they endagered him. And also being shot in the head. He seemed to be upset because I didn't listen to him (my brain, be sure to be following that) very much. He said he was safer there in the confort of the tank than in my head, where he could get poisoned, irradiated, injured, etc. He wanted to stay there, forever. My brain, mind you. I told him to have a look at the Think Tank, because of their idiotic insanity, asked him if he wanted to end up like them. He said he could figure out the problem and work on it. Then I reminded him of the corrosive effect of the biogel he was on. He said he hadn't accounted for that. Then I finally told him, calmly, that we were leaving. Together. He was disgusted about getting back in me because of my dangerous lifestyle. I could promsie him I'd take better care. Or lie about it. But am not going to quit my lifestyle anytime soon, work has to be done. And breaking promises is not in my nature. So I told him he didn't have a choice. He said that brute approch wouldn't work because the surgery needed to be done at the Think Tank. And so I convinced him that the doctors had told me that they'd put us back together and if they didn't we'd show those mad doctors what we were made of. He was actually pretty excited. So I grabbed him out of the Tank and that was it for trying to convince myself, in a way, to get back in... Myself. Sheesh.<br />
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At the way out I looked at Mobius for a long time. I still wanted to kill him. So bad. He almost killed me, that's for sure. But in the end, what he did was for the rest of the world... Then I felt sorry for him. All he did for the world, to his own and only friends, made him end up alone and hated. That was the sacrifice he chose to make, for the greater good. I smiled and left his Forbidden Zone.<br />
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I got to the Sink and, before I confronted the Think Tank, I wanted my organs back, even if that would make me weaker again. But I wanted them in me, they were mine. I didn't want to be a complete cyborg. So I asked the Auto-Doc to perform the surgery. Odly enough I still felt kind of strong. Not as strong, but stronger than originally. Apparently the Doc couldn't remove some of the technologies that were placed on my body, so I still had some of the benefits from the machinery. Hum.<br />
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Then I went in the Think Tank. The lighting was red instead of blue and the doctors were all in line waiting for me, like when I arrived. It was kind of intimidating. Klein wanted to know if Mobius was dead, as was intended. I didn't answer him, instead I told him I had found my brain and now there were things to settle. Then he threatened me, asking for my brain. I told him to check with his colleagues, because I hoped they would side with me after our nice little chats. And they... They all protected me. I smiled as they all tried to make up scientific reasons for not having to kill me, while facing Klein's tyranny. Still after listening to all them Klein said his vote counted as five. I told him his math was wrong and that his odds weren't looking good. He said he just wanted to escape, see the world, experiment with it. I saw the one I thought was the good guy reveal his true bad self, right in front of me. Mobius was right all along. I proposed Klein to work for me, experimenting on the world, but only the pieces of the world I brought to him. Work for me at the Big MT. He said he'd actually like that. And so, with no bloodshed, the Think Tank now worked for me.<br />
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This is not it for Big MT. I'll make this my haven. One of my homes. I'll use this place and all its potencial for the greater good. Many discoveries can be made by these bright doctors and I intend to use them to better our world.<br />
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To prevent kids from wondering alone because their parents had to give up their lives and supplies in order for them to survive.<br />
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I can make the difference.<br />
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And it's with those thoughts that I roam back to the Mojave, knowing for sure that I have a home in Big MT.<br />
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Love you,<br />
BillFilipehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350503138380340207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339232464610806246.post-30795104300947491582013-06-25T23:37:00.002+01:002013-06-25T23:37:35.486+01:00Entry 40: Mobius' plan revealedHello mommy. Hello daddy.<br />
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I took some time to gather courage to go talk to Klein. I talked with 0 again (which is Zero, like the door, even though everyone calls him "O". He confirmed it.) and to Burous, about Gabe. I felt kind of bad because talking about it made him realise the terrible thing he had done to his dog, his only friend, experimenting on him like that.<br />
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Finally I asked him, Klein, about my hunter. But fuck, I don't know what was I so afraid of. He only told me that he asked him about History and that they were interrupted two times, one when Elijah escaped and the other Klein didn't remember. He also may have escaped with useful knowledge for him. For God's sake, that only raised more questions...<br />
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So, frustrated, I exited the Think Tank and headed to Mobius place to kick his figurative ass and get my brain back. But damn, I don't know what happened, Big MT started crawling with lobotomites. All of them with guns. I had to sneak and grab the guns of the ones I killed or else I'd die. They were pretty ruthless for brainless fucks. And they were EVERYWHERE.<br />
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I made a little de-tour to grab what I then knew to be Christine's sniper rifle. You know I usually only grab guns that are of sentimental value (unless I'm in risk of being killed by brainless assholes), so, as I liked Christine, I took it.<br />
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Finally I arrived and, after hacking through many many RoboScorpions, I made it to the entrance. It was unlocked, like Klein said it would be.<br />
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Inside, after a lightshow and some of Mobius' rambling, a platform opened on the ground. And right after that a GIANT ROBOSCORPION APPEARED. Dear God almighty, why do you keep doing this to me?<br />
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The thing was big and slow and didn't know where I was. Thank my woman Stealth Suit for that. I snuck around the place and was able to weaken it by activating some protectrons to fight it (for a short, short while, poor robots) and activating a back-up generator that overcharged the power being used in the facility, weakning the scorpion. Then I finally attacked. I snuck up behind it and hacked and hacked and hacked with my EMP inducer axe, but the bastard was a tough one. He attacked me with his pincers, almost cuting me in half... I'll have to thank Klein and his gang for the metal spine after all, if not for it I'd be two half-Bills, laying around the Forbidden Zone. While grabbed me I hacked into its head with all the strength I had, until eventually he dropped me. I re-gained balance and then went at it home-run style. The thing was thrown back a couple of meters and then blew up on my face. A real explosion, not some pew pew shit. I got crittical.<br />
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I tried to heal up the best I could and then went to the Dome, to confront Mobius. The place looked a lot like the Think Tank, but with green lighting, making it more creepy and seemed abandoned. Then I saw Mobius' floating machine with his brain inside and walk to it. Or him.<br />
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He was weird, sloppy. Had one screen broken and all the others very, very dirty. He talked to me like he did nothing over the past few days. Like he didn't have my brain, or sent hundreds of RoboScorpions to kill me or even set me up a trap to meet his Giant RoboScorpion. He even complimented my brain. I told him I had killed his robots and that he was next. He acted like he didn't know that the damn thing was on. I took a deep breath and asked why did he steal my brain. He said it was to prevent me for leaving, for I had very important information on the Big MT. And before I knew it, we starting talking. A lot. I asked about the Think Tank and he confessed everything to me. They were once friends and, long story short, Mobius lobotomized them all, even himself, to prevent their knowledge to escape the Big MT, as the world was not prepared for it. That's why all the doctors are such genius-idiots... And all their names, reprogrammed too, to look like loops, since they were all in a loop of thinking: Dala short for mandala, meaning cricle in one of the Old World languages, 8 is an infinite symbol sideways, Zero is a circle, a loop in itself, Borous is short for "oroborus", a snake eating its own tail, Klein was a Pre-War bottle used for science that seemed infinite (not in depth, I can't explain it any better, fuck you) and Mobius was a strip that served as an illusion, that created a bi-dimmensional loop.<br />
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Mobius told me he terrorized them because he wanted to keep the illusion of the Big MT being the only thing that existed. If nothing happened, the Think Tank would eventually find that out. And then he blamed me for "happening" and making them realize just that. I asked about the other visitors but he said that I was the one who made them realize because of my tampering with the satellite, back at the Mojave. That and a "wrinkle" in my brain... Benny's bullet. Apparently, Benny saved my life during the brain removing proceedure. Ironic. He also told that if the Think Tank had my brain they could analyze it and then use the proceedure on themselves with random bodies, making them free to walk out of the Big MT, free to expose the world to their knowledge. He told me it was his plan all along for them to figure out that the schematics would allow me to get inside the Forbidden Zone, so that I could have my brain and leave and then they would be at square one again. But they outsmarted him, without knowing it. They had downloaded the schematics, giving them full access to all the intel. And so Mobius failed.<br />
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There, I asked for my brain back. I didn't want to kill him anymore. I really don't like it when this happens, but he was only doing it for what he thought was best for the world. Even if it was that way. But then he told me that he'd leave it to my brain. What.<br />
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I smell a trap. Or something really really weird. I'll give you this one letter, in case something goes south.<br />
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Love you,<br />
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