therealyesman
commie
War. War fucking changes.
Two thousand years ago we fought against aliens. One thousand years ago we fought against holy men thinking their arse religion is more important than the other holy men. One hundred years ago, the Vault Dweller defeated the Mutant Leader, The Master. 4 years ago, we lead a huge defeat against the NCR. I said it correctly. The N C R. We are a bloody laughing stock, but we will rise. From the east.
I am an explorer legionary. I meet fine folk during my travels; the casual caravan begging for mercy, AFTER leaving the Mojave Outpost. I am sorry, it is nothing personal. Just don’t trade with the NCR, m’kay?
The punishment are rather simple. The first time, the caravan gets to live, and commands it to help the local Legion Camp. Afterwards; they get scared as shit because we hang profligates, raiders, those raiders that were willing to kill you. ‘’Oh no! But he is innocent and at your mercy!’’
Vulpes Inculta had that very day invaded Nipton. I was there, right beside him, as he cornered most of their men, hanged them, and crucified them. I didn’t feel bad, those men had played tough and shit when first meeting us, ended up praying for mercy. Powder Gangers, Oliver whatshisface said proudly, as he won the lottery of freedom. He ran around for hours, screaming and dancing around screaming he won the lottery.
The second one, Boxcars, came in second, so we crippled his legs. He was to be an example like the rest of the profligates, but I didn’t find it necessary. NCR would soon know that we are on our way; and there is nothing they can do about it.
…
I woke up a few hours/days/weeks/months/years/centuries later in a bed. I don’t remember anything but the severe screams of a black guy. I had only shorts on, and a man saw me.
‘’Would you look at that? Bodies are piling up, and i’m sewing them together.’’ an elderly man with a rough mustache said, ‘’Why don’t you relax a second, get your bearings. Can you tell me your name?’’.
‘’Alexander Augustus.’’ I answered and he giggled for a moment. ‘’That is a… strange name, I must admit. Sound like one of them legion folk. Anyhow, you are alive and well.’’
After a while, he asked me some strange questions, but I had to keep it low. I was somewhere in the west, and there might be a big chance it was NCR territory. I need to find my way back home to the fort.
‘’Thank you, Doctor Mitchell.’’ I said, and he smiled. ‘’Please don’t get yourself killed.’’.
‘’Mitchell, if I might ask, how did this happen?’’
‘’Well, you were close to the cemetery, so I thought Deathclaws had scarred you, but you were ransacked and only in your underwear. You had a strange scar, and left for dead. Though, I must admit, whoever tried to kill you did not do a very well job. Because here you are, good as new.’’ he answered and gave me a vault suit which I took on. Tight and uncomfortable.
He also gave me a simple 9mm pistol, and some ammo. Stimpacks, and a backpack, and I was ready to go. ‘’Speak to Sunny at the salon, she might help you out.’’
I finally left the doctor’s house, and saw a little town.
I knew for a fact this was NCR territory, so I had to leave,
And find that motherfucker that almost killed me.
Two thousand years ago we fought against aliens. One thousand years ago we fought against holy men thinking their arse religion is more important than the other holy men. One hundred years ago, the Vault Dweller defeated the Mutant Leader, The Master. 4 years ago, we lead a huge defeat against the NCR. I said it correctly. The N C R. We are a bloody laughing stock, but we will rise. From the east.
I am an explorer legionary. I meet fine folk during my travels; the casual caravan begging for mercy, AFTER leaving the Mojave Outpost. I am sorry, it is nothing personal. Just don’t trade with the NCR, m’kay?
The punishment are rather simple. The first time, the caravan gets to live, and commands it to help the local Legion Camp. Afterwards; they get scared as shit because we hang profligates, raiders, those raiders that were willing to kill you. ‘’Oh no! But he is innocent and at your mercy!’’
Vulpes Inculta had that very day invaded Nipton. I was there, right beside him, as he cornered most of their men, hanged them, and crucified them. I didn’t feel bad, those men had played tough and shit when first meeting us, ended up praying for mercy. Powder Gangers, Oliver whatshisface said proudly, as he won the lottery of freedom. He ran around for hours, screaming and dancing around screaming he won the lottery.
The second one, Boxcars, came in second, so we crippled his legs. He was to be an example like the rest of the profligates, but I didn’t find it necessary. NCR would soon know that we are on our way; and there is nothing they can do about it.
…
I woke up a few hours/days/weeks/months/years/centuries later in a bed. I don’t remember anything but the severe screams of a black guy. I had only shorts on, and a man saw me.
‘’Would you look at that? Bodies are piling up, and i’m sewing them together.’’ an elderly man with a rough mustache said, ‘’Why don’t you relax a second, get your bearings. Can you tell me your name?’’.
‘’Alexander Augustus.’’ I answered and he giggled for a moment. ‘’That is a… strange name, I must admit. Sound like one of them legion folk. Anyhow, you are alive and well.’’
After a while, he asked me some strange questions, but I had to keep it low. I was somewhere in the west, and there might be a big chance it was NCR territory. I need to find my way back home to the fort.
‘’Thank you, Doctor Mitchell.’’ I said, and he smiled. ‘’Please don’t get yourself killed.’’.
‘’Mitchell, if I might ask, how did this happen?’’
‘’Well, you were close to the cemetery, so I thought Deathclaws had scarred you, but you were ransacked and only in your underwear. You had a strange scar, and left for dead. Though, I must admit, whoever tried to kill you did not do a very well job. Because here you are, good as new.’’ he answered and gave me a vault suit which I took on. Tight and uncomfortable.
He also gave me a simple 9mm pistol, and some ammo. Stimpacks, and a backpack, and I was ready to go. ‘’Speak to Sunny at the salon, she might help you out.’’
I finally left the doctor’s house, and saw a little town.
I knew for a fact this was NCR territory, so I had to leave,
And find that motherfucker that almost killed me.
