My character has never returned to Vault 101. Why ever return to your former prison when the Wasteland has much more things to take and sell?

I will answer for Cho here. In his case it's all due to perspective. They made him feel small in the vault, they made him feel like he'd be nothing once he was outside, so he gets this message from Amata (a dear friend to him as they were both growing up) and he can't resist going in there to see her again.

But there's the perspective thing: he wanted everyone in there to see that he hadn't failed, I guess. "Look at me, you're welcome to come outside with me, too".

Hecate didn't have quite the animosity toward the 101'ers as it sounds like your characters did. She didn't consider Vault 101 a prison. It was her home, and her entire world, for most of her life. Sure, the Overseer was a paranoid megalomaniac served by half a dozen sociopathic and/or psychotic henchmen. But that was not everyone in the Vault. She did not blame the whole bushel for a few bad apples.

On top of that just like with Cho, Amata was Hecate's best friend. That alone was reason enough for Hecate to drop everything and return to the Vault. That is just the kind of friend Hecate is. So when she went back she tried to settle things by reasoning, and prevent any more deaths. Thankfully her Speech skill was high enough by then for her to pull it off diplomatically. She walked out of there feeling bitter, but she didn't blame Amata for exiling her. She understood that she really was a divisive element, and that ultimately the best thing she could do for everyone was to walk away.

Granted, I will admit that in spite of her namesake, Hecate is a very goody-two-shoes person. When Three Dog talks about fighting the good fight, she believes in every bit of it. Come to think of it, she is probably the most idealistic character I have ever played in a Fallout game.

8 Wanted dead or not alive

Commit a crime in wasteland wilderness and nobody’ll make a fuss about it. Such crimes won’t even be noticed - people die out there all the time.

Commit a crime in a small town like Big Town (when there still was one) and a few people might find out but not many will care.

Commit a crime in a city like Rivet City and not only will that crime be noticed, entire wasteland is likely to find out about it.

After leaving behind six dead bodies in the largest town of the Capital Wasteland, Rattler’s head became worth 10,000 caps and couriers were sent all over the wasteland to let people know of the dangerous man with the red bandana.

“He hasn’t been here yet,” said Lucas Simms, the sheriff of Megaton as he was handed the poster with Rattler’s pic,” I’d remember that dirty face if I’d seen him before. We’ll be on a lookout. If he ever comes close to our town, we’ll open fire without asking questions.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen him before,” said Chief Gustavo, the leading security officer of Tenpenny Tower,” he passed through the area. Is he really that bad? From what I saw…I mean heard, he’s good at killing ghouls. And someone that’s good at killing ghouls, can’t be that bad, right? Or can he? We’ll watch out for him, though.”

“Consider him officially the Enemy of the wasteland No. 1” said Sonora Cruz, the new leader of the Regulators. “We need to eliminate this abomination as soon as possible!”

And while raiders, slavers and Talon mercs feared Rattler, knowing they don’t stand any chance against him in a fight, some of them had to admit that the generous bounty on his head was very tempting. So tempting that a group of schemers met in an abandoned building and devised a devious plan – how to kill the rattlesnake.

Yay! Mebbe that big bounty will indeed inspire a brave posse to take up snake hunting. Killing the red-bandana'd rattler'll be another matter though. . . .

I chuckled over Chief Gustavo's remarks. He can't be all that bad!

Looks like Rattler is in trouble now, he has Boba Fett, Bossk, IG-88, Dengar, and Aurra Sing after him!

Cool. This is my favorite Rattler story so far. I love all the comments from various people. I can just hear Lucas's casually droll voice, for instance.


OH wow I didn't even think of this! So Speech can make a difference here. No kidding.

Speech can make a difference in a lot of quests. Seriously, it can be a very handy. You can do things like talk the Ant-Agonizer out of her Anty ways, convince people to give you more money for things, or information, or stashes of loot, get the keys for Mr Crowley's quest, and so on.

@Acadian - maybe the real danger for Rattler are not bounty hunters but someone else.

@SubRosa - now really, he can't be that bad, can he?

@Renee - Megaton is one of the few wasteland towns / settlements which Rattler didn't visit. That's why their population is still at its peak.

Not many stories left to post now so I may as well post one today...

9 Whom snakes annoy

“Oh nice.”

Rattler spat on the ground, his dirty face illuminated by burning fire that was consuming what used to be his den in the Capital Wasteland.

Earlier today he left Paradise Falls, and while walking home, he noticed a fire atop the hill his shack stood on. Getting closer, he saw that not only the shack was on fire, but someone rolled a huge rock on it as well, shattering it beneath.

Not that there was much to his shack, but it was my f*****g home. He stepped closer to the burning fire and lit a cigarette.

“Even old Doc Hoff is missing,” Rattler said to himself as he noticed that someone snatched the late doctor’s corpse from the rubble pile outside the now ruined shack. Some other corpses were missing as well but the disappearance of Doc Hoff angered Rattler– it was his favorite corpse, after all.

“At least Steve is still here.” The decaying body of some traveler called Steve, who made the last mistake in his life by traveling too close to Rattler’s shack, was still lying by stairs that once led to the den. But then something else struck Rattler’s eye…something white was sticking out of the corpse’s belly. Rattler knew that he didn’t place anything there so someone else must have done it! He came closer, and noticed it was a holotape. A f*****g note! Someone left me a f*****g note!

He ported it over to his PipBoy and read:

Does it feel good seeing your own shack on fire? Does it make you mad? Does it make you want to kill the one who did it? Then come and find me. I'm waiting for you in Old Olney, an abandoned town in the northeast.

Meet me there…if you dare.

“Consider yourself dead, whoever you are! Deader than dead! F*****g dead!” Rattler threw the holotape on the ground and stepped on it, shattering it to pieces like the rock shattered his shack. Without a second thought, he headed in a northeastern direction.

A distance away two men were hiding behind a pile of rocks, closely watching Rattler through binoculars. “I can’t believe it,” said the first one. “It worked! He’s already marching towards the Old Olney.”
“The boss was right. He’s too dumb to smell a trap,” smiled the other. “Let’s go back to the compound and tell guys the good news. We better get ready in case he survives the deathclaws of Old Olney.”

Ahem. Well, I'm guessing you can probably figure out who I'm rooting for in this upcoming conflict.

I am rooting for Godzilla. Hopefully he will come along and lay waste to the Capital Wasteland, and step on Rattler in the process...

Then let's see if you both rooted for the winning side...

10 With friends like these…

“Unbelievable,” said the man, watching Rattler through his binoculars as he was cutting a bloody swath against deathclaws of Old Olney. “He killed them all and he’s still standing!”

“That was to be expected,” said the boss. “But he won’t stand a chance against all of us. We wait until he gets down to the sewers, then we ambush him right when he gets back up. I give him a short speech and then we all open fire. Alright guys? Gals?”

All of them approvingly nodded to their boss, not that anyone even dared of doing anything else.

…

A while later all deathclaws of Old Olney were dead. Rattler first dealt with those outside, then proceeded to finish down those lurking in the sewers. It was obvious that whoever lured him to the abandoned town, expected him to be torn to pieces by deathclaws.

How f*****g wrong they were! What are a few deathclaws to me? To me?!

But as he climbed the ladder leading out of the sewers, Rattler gaped with astonishment.

“What the f**k? You? It was…you?” He put his right hand on the handle of Pretty Woman.

“Yes, I believe it was…us,” deviously nodded Eulogy Jones, the leader of Paradise Falls. Behind him almost all prominent slavers of the wasteland were standing – Crimson & Clover, Forty, Grouse, Richter, Ymir and Carolina Red. Rattler could almost see caps in their eyes. 10,000 caps that was being offered for bringing his bandana and knife to authorities of Rivet City.

“You were making a lot of business for us,” went on Eulogy. “But you’re more feral than a feral ghoul, kid. When you’re around, slavers avoid Paradise Falls like it’s radioactive. And lastly, I admit it, you’re worth a lot. Or to use your own words – worth a f*****g lot. When we collect the price on your head, we’ll be able to…”

“DIEEEEEEEE!” Rattler’s battle cry interrupted Eulogy in the middle of his speech and he barely avoided a swing from Pretty Woman, aimed right at his throat. In that moment all slavers behind Eulogy Jones opened fire on Rattler. United more than ever, and eager to get a piece of the bounty on Rattler, they weren’t afraid of him because he was outnumbered, alone and tired from battling deathclaws.

At first slavers thought that Rattler would fight ‘til the end right where he stood, but when he found himself under heavy fire, the instinct for survival took over, and for the first time since he came to the Capital Wasteland, Rattler was fleeing. Fleeing as fast as he could, with slavers craving for his head, running right after him.

Being a fast runner, he managed to outrun most of them by the time he made it out of Old Olney, but Ymir and Clover were right behind him. Ymir wielded a powerful sledge hammer while Clover was switching between her sword and her shotgun, depending how close (or far) to Rattler she was.

Thinking that he’ll be able to deal with them since they separated from the group, Rattler fiercely went against Ymir but the slaver broke his arm with a well-placed hit with his sledgehammer. A moment later Clover got a lucky hit to the back of Rattler’s head, knocking the raider down. And once again Rattler was fleeing, but since his vision was distorted thanks to Clover’s hit, he was running in the direction from where other slavers, namely Grouse and Richter, were coming.

By the time he realized his mistake and went for the Greener Pastures Disposal Site, a huge radioactive area south of Old Olney, Richter shot him in the chest while Grouse his left arm, and at once Rattler not only had troubles breathing but couldn’t firmly hold his shotgun either. For the first time in his fine life he thought that he might not be immortal after all.

As Richter later said, it was in that moment that Rattler probably realized that he’s roasted. He pulled out his trusted knife Pretty Woman and savagely jumped on Clover that joined let’s-kill-the-snake party. But by now Rattler was only the dim shadow of the fighter that single-handedly eradicated all deathclaws of Old Olney.

Grouse, Richter and Forty opened heavy fire on him while Clover attacked him from up close with her sword of Chinese origin, and after one final attempt to cut Clover’s head off, Rattler tottered, fell back on a pile of barrels, and with Pretty Woman clutched in his right hand, slowly slid down into radioactive green muck.

Slavers high-fived each other with their former comrade lying at their feet. All of them were almost expecting for him to jump up once again but nothing like that happened.

“Do we cut his head off?” asked Grouse and hoped the answer would be negative. He didn’t have any desire to cut the slaver’s head off as long as he was holding Pretty Woman in his hand so firmly that it was almost hard to believe he was dead.

“Nah, his bandana and knife are enough. So says the latest poster,” answered Forty, sharing thoughts with Grouse.

“I wish to cut his head off,” squeaked Clover. “He hurt my Eulogy. Nobody hurts my Eulogy!”

“Then do it later.” Forty pushed Clover away, crouched next to Rattler and as quick as possible took Pretty Woman from his right hand, then untied the red bandana from around his forehead. “Listen, if it were for me, I wouldn’t go against you, Rattler. I respected you and all that sh!t, you know? But when Eulogy says to do something, we do it. So have fun in hell, Rattler. Keep it warm ‘til we arrive.” The group of killers stood silent, like they were waiting for Rattler to say something back. After around half a minute they left the disposal site, heading back to meet those slavers that left behind.

…

A few days later Pronto, the youngest slaver of Paradise Falls, was given a reward of 10,000 caps for bringing the authorities of Rivet City Rattler’s greasy red bandana and bloodstained combat knife. Pronto was one of the few slavers whose face and allegiance weren’t known to lawmen of the Capital Wasteland, that’s why Eulogy chose him for the task of the messenger.

Eulogy shared some of the reward among slavers of Paradise Falls so that night a big party was held in the compound. As slavers were getting drunk and drugged, Eulogy was standing on the balcony that belonged to a cinema before the Great War. He was watching the merry crowd below but he didn’t feel merry at all, though he tried hard not to show it.

“It was a good move. To kill Rattler,” he told his bodyguards Crimson & Clover. Crimson was polishing his right shoe while Clover was trimming his beard.

“Yes, daddy,” they said in unison. They knew exactly what their ‘daddy’ wanted to hear.

“He brought us a lot of slaves but it takes time to sell them and some may not be worth much in the end. But now by eliminating him we got 10,000 caps overnight. Though I shared some of it among idiots in the courtyard below, I’ll eventually send you to get some caps back. Once they get drunk enough, that is. Right, girls?”

“You’re the best, daddy.”

“I know. But I wonder…did we need to cut Rattler’s head off too?”

For a second Crimson stopped polishing his shoes and Clover almost cut Eulogy with a rusty pre-war razorblade.

Eulogy was getting to feel uneasy too.” You know…I mean, I know he’s dead. But maybe we should do it? Just to be safe? Just…to sleep better?”

The girls remained silent.

“Because some claim that to kill a snake, you must cut its head off,” said Eulogy, concerned. ”But m-m-ust you really?”

The girls remained silent.

On today´s patrol, Gunny and I came across some Deathclaws. Or, like, many Deathclaws. When all was over and I looked at how many Deathclaw hands I had, it turned out to be 18. Wow.

Also had to resurrect some Outcasts, some even a couple of times because new Deathclaws kept spawning

I guess I was close in my guess of who was after Rattler! He was actually flooding the market with so many slaves it drove the price down! I bet Eulogy was a little worried that Rattler might try a palace revolution one day too. That 10k bounty just sweetened the deal. In the end Rattler got everything that was coming to him.

Unless of course he rises from the grave to take his vengeance! (that has been the background of more than one of my characters!)

Rattler is gone now; it is safe to roam the Wasteland once again.

...


...


... OR IS IT????? MUAAHAAHAAHAAA!!!!!

Lopov - Can't say we'll mourn the loss of Rattler too much. It certainly did take a lot to bring him down though. Mebbe the badlands will be a bit safer for a time now.

Mirocu - Hunting deathclaws with the Gunny, eh? Be careful out there!

Whoa they destroyed his snake pit! Normally I'd say "that aint right" but in this case, I don't feel too bad.







Nice. She actually squeaked when she said this.

Whoa. Is that the end? I'm with mALX on this sentiment.

08.21.77, 20:57: Mission inactive. Location? Megaton. Objective? Inactive. Major Andrew Holl here. One civilian casualty on location, by the name of Mister Burke. Former 101 vault dweller by the name of Marge N. Overra caused this casualty. Reaction from town? Negative. Reaction from Sherriff Lucas Simms? Negative. Break.

Found key upon this "Mister Burke". Mission active: find keyhole for Mister Burke's key. Over




Non RP version: Marge N. Overra (one of my Xbox characters) is the one who killed Mr. Burke. So this got RP'd on PC, by using the Kill command. We found a key upon Mr. Burke, a key which must have been added by the Fallout Unofficial Patch? This key never appears in the vanilla game (on Xbox). Anyways, the really cool thing is that Major A. Holl now has his own pad. For FREE.

The key is indeed added by the UOP, in the base game Burke's house is locked with a Very Hard locked door and no key to open it exists.

You mean that I should create something like Perserattler? Or Rattlephone?



Maybe...



On the bright side Ally "Gator" successfully completed her mission in the Capital Wasteland, which was to destroy the cursed book Krivbeknih in halls of Dunwich. Though it took her altogether only 3-4 days to venture from the ferry to Dunwich and back, she couldn't wait to return back to Point Lookout. This time they convinced Nadine's mother Catherine to travel with them. While Nadine will take her mom on a boat trip by shores of Point Lookout, Ally will do her standard round and ensure that swamp ghouls and swampfolk don't get too numerous. She already cleaned her double-barreled shotgun and made minor repairs to her ordinance armor, now it's time for some swamp action!

BWAAHAA!!!!! No one that evil ever dies when it is convenient for others, he must live on to torment the masses! NYAAHAAA...GAAAAAAAH!!! Urgh...gurgle gloch....

*expires, a ragged bandana clutched in her hand...*



"To be continued...

I think you all deserve some proper conclusion to Rattler's story, right?

So what follows is an epilogue (of sort). It's called The Fall of Paradise Falls and will consists of 3-4 parts, depending on how inspired I'll feel to write. As usually, pics that accompany the story, will be in the screenshot thread, though today there won't be many pics.

The Fall of Paradise Falls – Part 1

“In weeks following Rattler’s death, news about his passing spread all over the Capital Wasteland. But along these news another rumors spread – that his corpse disappeared from the radioactive fields south of Old Olney. Eulogy Jones tried to calm down by convincing himself that perhaps someone moved his corpse to another place or that some wild beast savaged it beyond recognition but at the end of the day he didn’t really believe himself.

As days became weeks, more rumors spread and though some were absurd, they made Eulogy feel more on edge than ever. Some wastelanders claimed that if you approach the radioactive fields at midnight, you can see a man sitting on a pile of barrels, smoking. Others claimed that some brave adventurers that went to search for Rattler’s corpse, never returned. Though what unsettled Eulogy the most, was that such stories were getting more and more popular among slavers of Paradise Falls, and if they feared Rattler when he was still alive, it now seemed they feared him even more when he was dead. As such, Eulogy forbade anyone to mention Rattler’s name or talk about him at all but he knew very well that when he couldn’t hear them, guys were telling stories about the undead slaver rising from the muck fields, coming to kill them all because they betrayed him.

To put an end to the unsettling rumors, Eulogy sent four capable slavers to the place of Rattler’s death to search the place through and through and ensure that nobody "smokes there at midnight". They weren’t willing to accept the job at first but Eulogy paid each of them two hundred caps in advance and promised them twice as much if they complete the job. Knowing Eulogy, he probably didn’t intend to keep the promise but that’s of minor importance right now.

In the end he didn’t need to keep his promise.

Because those four slavers never returned to Paradise Falls.”

“How’d you know all that?” interrupted one of the children that were listening to Bronson’s story.

“Because I was there, kids…I was a slave in Paradise Falls thirty years ago.” The children got respectfully silent. Some of them knew that something horrible happened in Bronson’s youth, that's why he had deep scars encircling his neck, but only a few knew he was actually a slave. They loved his stories, though Bronson was rarely in a mood to tell them. But lately they’ve been asking him to tell them what happened with that infamous Rattler that used to harass the wasteland decades ago until Bronson eventually gave up and decided to tell them a story which he entitled “The Fall of Paradise Falls”.

“So what happened to those four slavers, uncle Bronson?” curiously asked little Patricia.

“I’ll tell you that some other time, my young audience” smiled Bronson. “In a few days we’ll gather round the campfire again, then I’ll tell you what happened to them. Until then know that...the four slavers weren't alone in the muck fields. There was someone else. Someone with an axe.”

Did Rattler rise from the grave to plague the Wasteland once more!

Someone with an axe? Is it Molly Hatchet!?!

The Legend of Rattlesnake Valley! Can't wait to learn more.

Again, you totally had me fooled. I'm thinking this story was told in the present, but Rattler is actually past news. Ha. Maybe uncle Bronson really IS Rattler.


Ha ha there you go.

Thanks for reading Part 1. Moving on...

The Fall of Paradise Falls – Part 2

“Was it Rattler? Was he the one with the axe?”

“Come on, Bronson, tell us already.”

Children were getting impatient as Bronson was slowly pouring some purified water in his glass.

“I intended to keep you in dark for a while,” he finally said and made a sip of water. “But maybe it’s better if you know it from the start.

The Rattler rises from the muck as The Ghouttler! Brilliant! I am drawing a blank as to what it around that area though, so I will keep my eyes peeeled for the next update!

A Mutant Rattlesnake!

. . . with an axe!

I am noticing this at the end...



It confused me. He goes from 3rd person (he, she, etc.) to 1st person (I). Is he asking about himself? Or is he Rattler? Naw, he's Uncle Bronson, that wouldn't make any sense.

Never mind.

"Where did I stay?" is a common expression in our language if someone is talking about some subject and someone interrupts you, and then before you return to the subject, you say "Where did I stay?", to tell others that now you're going to talk about what you talked before. Maybe that's not common in English, but I included this phrase probably subconsciously because that's how we talk. Bronson was telling a story about Rattler and Sally interrupted him so before returning to what was he talking earlier, he asked himself Where did I stay, as to remind himself what was he talking about. Sorry if it confused you, and no, Bronson's not Rattler.

Ah I see. Yes, we would say "where was I?" in most cases, so it's sort of the same thing, in both cases.

Wouldn't that be cool !!!!!!

This is the final part of Rattler's story. I'd like to thank everyone that was reading it. I know it was gruesome and disgusting at times, actually most of the time, but still, I felt like I wanted to share it. Besides, I think I'm done with evil characters for some time. Now without further ado...

The Fall of Paradise Falls – Part 3

“That fateful night around midnight he returned 'home'. I saw some of the battle from the slave pens but most of all we heard it. Slavers were shrieking and shooting as Rattler was cutting a bloody swath through Paradise Falls. I think some of them were so shocked when they saw him again that they didn’t fire a single bullet before his axe finished them off. Some of us hid inside our barracks but I climbed on top of the chain fence and though I was scared as hell what’s going to happen when Rattler gets to the pens, kids, it was a view to kill for. Carolina Red, Ymir, Jotun, Forty and many other slavers that were making our everyday a living hell, were getting slaughtered. Slaughtered by ghoulified Rattler.

Not much remained of him except for his distinctive armor and imposing posture. I don’t know whether it was his new state that made him so powerful but he was just…just unstoppable. It was like bullets didn’t do him any harm. He staggered on occasion but then moved on even more forcefully. He was screaming “I love it! I f*****g love it!” as he was chopping up his former mates. He was always mad but now he was madder than mad.

Once he was done with those outside, he proceeded first to Cutter’s clinic, then to barracks and then to Pronto’s shop. From every building his axe returned bloodier than before. I thought we were next so I began climbing down the fence but he didn’t even look in our direction, instead headed straight for the cinema where Eulogy Jones was hiding with his two lady bodyguards. Screams and shots were heard from inside the cinema, with the occasional “I f*****g love it” battle cry until Rattler and Eulogy eventually came outside. Eulogy was completely stripped of his clothes and Rattler was walking right behind him, the axe above his head, ready to cut Eulogy in two if he tried to escape. It was obvious he had something special prepared for the big boss.

He threw Eulogy on the ground right outside the cinema, and gave him a little speech. At first I didn’t hear every word but I heard Rattler saying that it takes more than a few bullets and a bunch of stupid slavers to bring him down and that leaving him to rot in the muck fields wasn’t very friendly. Then he mocked Eulogy because he apparently pissed himself from fear, and kids, believe me, as I was seeing Eulogy scared and suffering, I felt good. Not that I was on Rattler’s side, far from it, but I think that hatred towards my captors was what kept me alive in Paradise Falls. I was convinced, though, that once he deals with Eulogy, Rattler’ll turn on us. I was wrong, though.

He told Eulogy that he brought something special from Old Olney and from god-knows-where he pulled out Fat Man, the most destructive weapon of the wasteland. Said he took a walk to Olney after he became a ghoul because he wanted to treat Eulogy differently as he treated other slavers. Again, I didn't hear everything but I recall some of his words:

“Get ready, daddy, ‘ cos we’re goin’ on this journey together. It'll be one hell of a ride. I don’t intend to live as a f*****g ghoul but I’m not goin’ to be alone in hell! I’ll take you with me, daddy, so I’ll forever torment your hairy ass.”

Then Rattler fired the Fat Man and sent them both to hell.

Paradise Falls got brighter than bright and sudden force unleashed all over the compound, throwing me from the fence. I think that all windows that were still in one piece, shattered, all doors were knocked off their hinges and the big chain fence that was separating us from our freedom for all these years was finally broken. By the time I got up, other slaves came out of the barracks and seeing the chain fence down, made us all run to our freedom. I shouted to some of them that slavers are dead and just like a horde of brahmin, we ran out of our pens.

Running past the cinema, I couldn’t help but stop for a second. Radiation was still strong where Rattler fired the last shot of his life, but his and Eulogy’s corpse were lying almost next to one another. The master and the apprentice, though I think that the apprentice bested his master by far. I wondered what would happen if Eulogy didn’t betray Rattler in the first place. I think we’d still be slaves because Rattler would eventually overthrow Eulogy and then we’d be in even bigger troubles. Shouts of other freed slaves brought me back to reality and I joined them just when Bleak found Forty’s master key and went to unlock our slave collars. Within minutes we were out, running to our freedom. And so, my young audience, that’s how the Fall of Paradise Falls occurred.”

“But my daddy says it’s still not wise go to Paradise Falls at night,” said Patricia.

“Patricia, it’s not safe to go to any place in the Capital Wasteland at night unless it’s a city like our Megaton or Rivet City,” smiled Bronson. “But there aren’t any ghosts there. Or ghouls for that matter. It’s been thirty years since those events and Paradise Falls is now another carcass in the Capital Wasteland. It’s been abandoned ever since Rattler rose from his grave and those few slavers that were lucky enough to be on hunt during his rampage, scattered afterwards. It’s true though, that not even raiders took the place over and even wild creatures avoid Paradise Falls. Maybe they’re afraid that treading on the ground would bring Rattler back to life or maybe his presence is so ominous even when he's dead, that anyone sane enough just simply avoids the place.”

“And Rattler never walked again?” asked Timmy, almost sad because the bad guy was finally dead.

“Nope, never. Nobody, not even Rattler, could survive a blast from the Fat Man from so close. He is dead and that’s how it should be. He shouldn’t be even born in the first place. But at least he did something good for the wasteland. Quite ironic, isn’t it? The same man who enslaved most slaves, in the end permanently put the slavery in the Capital Wasteland out of business.”

Very clever and well-done, Lopov! Ironic indeed that the baddest plague to ever walk the wastelands also delivered justice to the slaves. Rattler certainly knew how to go out with a bang!

How appropriate that the Ghoullter goes out in a blaze of nuclear of glory!

Seems like Rattler got rid of both the head slaver and himself in one fell swoop. Or two birds with one Fat Man, whichever you prefer.


Always nice when problems take care of themselves, innit?

Maybe now Lopov will play a nice character for a while. Like Luke Skyrimwalker, or Ally Gator...

How about Victor Allen Wood, or as it says on his business card: V. Allen Wood.


But now we´re entering Renee country

I already have a new t00n in the Mojave Wasteland, and he's a nice guy. Renee also says he's handsome. I'll introduce him in the appropriate thread later today. Looks like my Fallout season isn't over yet.

Luke Skyrimwalker's game was unfortunately "finished" when my disk crashed in 2015, because his saves couldn't be restored.

While Ally Gator is back in Point Lookout and she'll stay there for a while.

Then ms Gator will soon have some company as my character is soon doing his annual trip there

Well I have one thing to say sir: thank goodness somebody invented the Fat Man. I could just kiss this person.

It's weird to not compliment a story, because it has somebody like Rattler as the main protagonist. Rattler should have considered his own actions, right?

I learned one new thing in Mit's game - if your Speech is high enough, you can provoke the captured Legion Centurion in Camp McCarran and he'll reveal what he knows. Until now I thought that the only way to make him talk is to beat him senseless.

I experienced one new thing in Mit's game - for the first time I enlisted help from the 1st Recon snipers in bringing down Driver Nephi. My characters mostly went alone after Nephi because he's not so tough but I was curious what happens if you ask snipers for help. For those interested, they position themselves at various spots around the Samson Rock Crushing Plant and you're asked to lure Driver Nephi straight to them where all of them open fire on him and any Fiends that follow.

99% of my characters do the main quest as intended by the developers, that is to travel south from Goodsprings and walk over half of the Mojave to get to New Vegas. Areas north and northeast of Goodsprings are populated by high-leveled enemies like deathclaws, cazadores and giant radscorpions, making it difficult to pass. Well, Mit comes into that 1% of characters that traveled straight through this dangerous area instead of heading south. Thanks to powerful ammo bought at Chet (hollow point bullets for cazadores), mods (SCC and Traveling NPCs) and luck he managed to get through by shooting his way through cazadores and raider-occupied Bonnie Springs. Actually raiders of Bonnie Springs were almost more difficult than cazadores because their two leaders are notoriously difficult to bring down at low levels and Mit and Ringo (he hired Ringo thanks to SCC) weren't at full health when raiders already spotted them. Well, fortunately some traveling mercenaries came by and they helped bringing the raiders down.

If Luke Skyrimwalker's saves are kaput, then that is the perfect opportunity to start the character all over again from scratch! I have played my characters all over again from the start in more than one game.

Hecate speeched her way through making that Legion prisoner talk too. She never laid a finger on him. It was very satisfying. I like characters with high Speech skills. It opens up all sorts of opportunities in Beth games.

Oh yes, Renee Gade III. I've had to go back to earlier saves at least twice (and I mean really go back to some early save!) Mr. Lopov might not want to do this but it was worth it for me. I enjoyed doing the same things over again, and even looked at past updates I'd written, to make sure she was in the same places at the same times.

Mit Tsubishi really is a badass huh? He's like a badass San Fran hipster guy. He'd be wearing vintage highwater pants + a flowered-print blouse if he wasn't so busy being a Mojave badass.

Maybe I'll recreate Luke indeed, maybe I'll even name him Luke Skyrimwalker and give him some flashy sword.

It's really admiring how many Speech checks they put in Fallout New Vegas that allow you to either avoid combat at all either squeeze more information from the NPCs. There are also lots of Barter checks, I never paid attention to them until now when Barter is one of Mit's tagged skills. You can often bargain for a higher payment at the end of some quests.



Indeed. I have yet to decide where he'll also do the Bounties quest mod. I'd like to do it again but Mit may not be cold-blooded enough to be a bounty hunter. We'll see.

You find the most Awesome mods for New Vegas, ones I've never heard of before!!!

I was waiting until the final Rattler tales finished up before dropping this next Cho Zenwahn bombshell into the mess.


*click*

*Pipboy App ON, Date: Saturday, 01.02.78, 5:12 AM

I'm inside Vault 101 now. Ha, I found my old teacher Mr. Brotch locked up in a cell. Rescued him, I did. And I hacked into a computer, I know the Overseer was planning on attacking the rebels. Father against daughter, from the sound of it. She can't deny this, I have written proof, on that computer.

Pipboy App Sleep Mode ON

9:51 AM: Okay I see some green dots on my Pipboy. Hope it's them.

unidentified male voice: Hey, what's the word?

Oh hot damn. That voice is Butch the Tunnel Snake, Pipboy App.

unidentified male voice identified as Butch the Tunnel Snake: What? Who the hell is this [censored]?

Hey, don't talk to Star Paladin Cross like that. She'll tear you apart, buddy. She'll eat your nuts for breakfast. What the hell are you up to down here? Seems like you haven't changed at all, bud.

Butch the Tunnel Snake: The damn G.O.A.T. says I'm supposed to be a hair dresser, but that aint me. I'm a *unidentifed word*, you got that? There's a difference!

So what, you cut hair? Ha! That's laughable. ... Hey, hmm... let me see your profile.

Butch the Tunnel Snake: Sure fine, whatever.

Hey, these aren't bad actually. I am getting a little shaggy. Always wearing a helmet too, that's how the Wasteland is. Why do I need so much hair? How about you give me your "Buzz Cut"?

Butch the Tunnel Snake: I'm gonna *unidentifed word* the hell out of your hair, Cho Zenwahn.

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After:

Pipboy App Sleep Mode ON

6:32 AM: I'm back. My god, that guy .. tolerating him for a [censored] hour takes more patience than taking down a nest of super mutants. But I look good. Gotta admit. But yeah, that idiot thinks he's going to start a [censored] gang out there in the Wasteland. More than likely he'll just wind up in part of some raider faction. Whatever though. Enough of that [censored]. Butch said Amata is somewhere in this part of the 101 complex. Time to speak to her, finally. Break.

The next voice you hear will be Amata, Pipboy App.

unidentified sounds... Pipboy App cannot decipher ... 10 seconds ... 20 seconds....



Amata: I just heard, the Overseer, my father is dead! ... What's more is that some people are saying I should be the new Overseer!

Amata, so good to see you. And look, now that your father's dead, you can be whomever you'd like. You can be the Overseer, you can be some dusty chick who runs around killing raiders with me, whatever you'd like. Just please promise me you won't go to Super Duper Mart to become one of Joe King's whores.

Amata: I'm sure you did everything you could to find a way. I know how stubborn he is, how stubborn he was. But you're right. I don't have time to *unidentified word* just because I lost my father. The vault needs a leader now. That makes the rest of this even harder.

Damn, I was hoping you'd follow us outside. You have no idea, Amata, what it's like. There's this thing called "the sun" for instance, which floats slowly across the sky. It's like this giant, nuclear reactor in the sky, permanently in "fusion" mode, ha ha!

Amata: You saved us. But that doesn't change the fact that you killed one of us to do it. ... and I can't let that sort of thing stand here. I guess it's all familiar. You've already been forced out of the vault once before, at least now you know what's out there. I'm sorry. You're a hero, and you have to leave.

WHAT? What the [censored] Amata? So that's it? You're just going to walk away? Well thanks for nothing. You know I could have ignored your desperate radio transmission.

Amata: I'm sorry but you have to leave. Goodbye.

Star Paladin Cross: You're on point, I shall back you up.

No, that won't be necessary, Cross. This is bull [censored]. I came all the way down here. We could be halfway across the Wasteland toward 87 if it wasn't for this nonsense. Well hey, maybe it's not all a loss. We'll still have Butch the Tunnel Snake out there. Butch the "hair dresser who'll become molerat food in less than an hour" is more like it.

*click*
*Pipboy App OFF, Date: Saturday, 01.02.78, 10:44 AM

Butch the hairdresser who will become Mole Rat food! With his new buzz cut!

Looks like Butch is trying to start a barbershop quartet? Glad he didn't get Star-Crossed.

Cho's new doo looks good!

Butch the Hairdresser!


Easy to be tough inside the vault. 50 bucks says he won´t last 30 minutes out in the wastes

I'm too lazy to check the wiki but isn't Butch supposed to be one of the possible followers? I thought you could recruit him when you return to the vault.

No more shaggy suave for Cho, now he has a clean cut.