Mojave Wasteland adventures (part 1)

Starting today and going on for any number of Mondays (until completion), I'll be telling y'all of my grand adventures through the (ultimate) wasteland of the Mojave desert in Fallout: New Vegas as told only in the way a patient wayfarer would. Please note this is only a semi-serious initial play-through, so please be calm and realize the elements of humor present in here as you come across them. Enjoy!

The Doc's Place

Waking up after from being left for dead, I discover a whole bunch of crap in my sack that wasn't there when I started that job. A sturdy over-under shotgun, a wathered-looking sidearm, and a grenade launcher, amongst other things lie with my usual medical supplies and trusty canteen. Upon gaining some form of consiousness I look over at the man who was caring for me. He adressed himself as Doc Mitchell and asked me my name. I answered with my name- simply Gabe Monroe. I wanted to slap the living shit out of him for deriding my parents' choice of name, but that'd be contrary to my current situation. He had to go muddling around in my head for a bit to get all the lead out of he, so he handed me a mirror so I could examine myself to make sure nothing was out of place. Sure enough, everything was in place- my beautiful black skin, my dazzling green eyes, my purple Sarge haircut and survivalist beard, everything about my manhood was in order. All the doc could say was that "everything that mattered was in order". I REALLY wanted to slap the shit out of him. After helping me up, he took over to some "vigor-matic" thing and had me test my skillset real quick. Turns out I perform real well after being shot in the head, but something in the back of my mind... you get the point. He then sat me down for a quick psychiatric evaluation and found that I'm plenty good with guns, technological stuff and speaking. Pretty accurate, I'd say- first time all day I didn't want to slap the hell out of him. Before we were done, he wanted to get a quick medical history from me so he wouldn't assume I had a family history of being shot in the head. Racist bastard. In exchange for that, I thanked him for healing me up... and took him for his guns, ammo, medical supplies and other assorterd sundries.

Back On My Feet

Afterwards, I strolled on out of the place and headed out into the bright midday sun and wandered around for a bit. I wandered into a nearby schoolhouse to see what they were teaching the kids these days out here... turns out it isn't much, since the place was abandoned, save for the little green bastard bugs wandering around in there. Wandering around a little bit more, I come across the 'bot that saved my hide. Don't know why he's called Victor, don't care. All I know is this- he/it saved my hide and got Doc Mitchell to heal me up good. After walking into the bar and (nearly) getting mauled by a husky (why does that ALWAYS happen to me?), I get greeted kindly by Sunny Smiles. She's fine... for a white girl, I'll admit she's DAMN fine. She took me out back and gave me a shit rifle to play around with for a bit. She showed me around a bit and gave me a few caps for taking care of some geckos for her. Hell, she even taught me out to make some healing powder from a couple of simple plants found out here in the wasteland! We headed back into town towards the bar.

Shit Heats Up A Bit

Walking into the bar, I see a man arguing with a woman in front of the drinking portion of the bar. Turns out the woman is Trudy (the owner of this fine establishment), and the man was a scumbag "Powder Ganger" by the name of Joe Cobb. Turns out he's after a man by the name of Ringo. After speaking with Ringo (who is in hiding), I've managed to enlist Sunny and Trudy to help him and myself against the powder gangers. Just need to get an old codger by the name of Easy Pete and the General Store owner named Chet. Things are starting to get a bit more interesting now.

Well, that's it for today. I'll have more when I continue this fine adventure later on. Thanks for reading!

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Posted by Makoto_Mizuhara_Sakamoto

Starting today and going on for any number of Mondays (until completion), I'll be telling y'all of my grand adventures through the (ultimate) wasteland of the Mojave desert in Fallout: New Vegas as told only in the way a patient wayfarer would. Please note this is only a semi-serious initial play-through, so please be calm and realize the elements of humor present in here as you come across them. Enjoy!

The Doc's Place

Waking up after from being left for dead, I discover a whole bunch of crap in my sack that wasn't there when I started that job. A sturdy over-under shotgun, a wathered-looking sidearm, and a grenade launcher, amongst other things lie with my usual medical supplies and trusty canteen. Upon gaining some form of consiousness I look over at the man who was caring for me. He adressed himself as Doc Mitchell and asked me my name. I answered with my name- simply Gabe Monroe. I wanted to slap the living shit out of him for deriding my parents' choice of name, but that'd be contrary to my current situation. He had to go muddling around in my head for a bit to get all the lead out of he, so he handed me a mirror so I could examine myself to make sure nothing was out of place. Sure enough, everything was in place- my beautiful black skin, my dazzling green eyes, my purple Sarge haircut and survivalist beard, everything about my manhood was in order. All the doc could say was that "everything that mattered was in order". I REALLY wanted to slap the shit out of him. After helping me up, he took over to some "vigor-matic" thing and had me test my skillset real quick. Turns out I perform real well after being shot in the head, but something in the back of my mind... you get the point. He then sat me down for a quick psychiatric evaluation and found that I'm plenty good with guns, technological stuff and speaking. Pretty accurate, I'd say- first time all day I didn't want to slap the hell out of him. Before we were done, he wanted to get a quick medical history from me so he wouldn't assume I had a family history of being shot in the head. Racist bastard. In exchange for that, I thanked him for healing me up... and took him for his guns, ammo, medical supplies and other assorterd sundries.

Back On My Feet

Afterwards, I strolled on out of the place and headed out into the bright midday sun and wandered around for a bit. I wandered into a nearby schoolhouse to see what they were teaching the kids these days out here... turns out it isn't much, since the place was abandoned, save for the little green bastard bugs wandering around in there. Wandering around a little bit more, I come across the 'bot that saved my hide. Don't know why he's called Victor, don't care. All I know is this- he/it saved my hide and got Doc Mitchell to heal me up good. After walking into the bar and (nearly) getting mauled by a husky (why does that ALWAYS happen to me?), I get greeted kindly by Sunny Smiles. She's fine... for a white girl, I'll admit she's DAMN fine. She took me out back and gave me a shit rifle to play around with for a bit. She showed me around a bit and gave me a few caps for taking care of some geckos for her. Hell, she even taught me out to make some healing powder from a couple of simple plants found out here in the wasteland! We headed back into town towards the bar.

Shit Heats Up A Bit

Walking into the bar, I see a man arguing with a woman in front of the drinking portion of the bar. Turns out the woman is Trudy (the owner of this fine establishment), and the man was a scumbag "Powder Ganger" by the name of Joe Cobb. Turns out he's after a man by the name of Ringo. After speaking with Ringo (who is in hiding), I've managed to enlist Sunny and Trudy to help him and myself against the powder gangers. Just need to get an old codger by the name of Easy Pete and the General Store owner named Chet. Things are starting to get a bit more interesting now.

Well, that's it for today. I'll have more when I continue this fine adventure later on. Thanks for reading!

Posted by Claude

I bet I played the beginning three times before I was satisfied.

Posted by Makoto_Mizuhara_Sakamoto

Well, when one creates a black man with a purple hair-do and green eyes, or an Asian gal that's COMPLETELY fucked in the facial department (my little brother's profile)... you just run with it.

Posted by deathstriker666

Be sure to head North rather than South

Posted by Makoto_Mizuhara_Sakamoto

I'll consider that when I go back to my save. I still have the Powder Gangers to contend with.

Posted by Claude

I went west and tried to go north. I think. I met some Deathclaws and made my way back east. My tail between my legs style.

Posted by Makoto_Mizuhara_Sakamoto

How bad're these Deathclaws? And remember, I'm packing the Ultimate Edition of the game w/ ALL the DLC (Mercenary Grenade Rifle, Caravan Shotgun, Weathered 10mm...).

Posted by Fajita_Jim
@Makoto_Mizuhara_Sakamoto said:

How bad're these Deathclaws?

They don't take too kindly to being shot at. Even at level 28 I have to keep my distance or risk "Don't need a stimpak yet OMG I'M DYED!"
Posted by Sincillian

@Makoto_Mizuhara_Sakamoto: Deathclaws are fucking strong. If you ever see one and you happen to have on Brotherhood armor and a gatling laser.......RUNNNN FOR THE FUCKING HILLS IT WON'T HELP. So to answer your question they're very bad.

Posted by Claude

Let's just say, I wasn't ready for them early on. The game wanted me to go down a safer path and I took it after that excursion. There was some mutants over there too and they didn't take kindly of strangers being there.

Posted by Sparky_Buzzsaw

Don't mess with the deathclaws that early on. Not only are they tough individually, but they usually come in packs. Oddly enough, though, when you encounter the great poobah of deathclaws in the game (in a cave), the pathways are so narrow that it's easy to get him hemmed in. You can take potshots at him at your leisure.

Also, fun write-up. It's cool to see people like you and dankempster do walkthroughs of big RPG's.

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Posted by Makoto_Mizuhara_Sakamoto

@Sparky_Buzzsaw: Funny thing is, this is my first time doing this. I wrote it as I was playing, so this is the more imaginative version of a YouTube video which would be basically the same thing... only with moving pictures and sound.

Posted by deathstriker666

You can get around the Deathclaws. The road up the from the gas station in town is a less dangerous alternative. Going directly to Vegas saves you a lot of the early game bullshit.

Posted by Sparky_Buzzsaw

@Makoto_Mizuhara_Sakamoto: Well, keep on keepin' on. I eat shit like this up. A tip of the hat, sir.

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Posted by sotyfan16_2

You have a number of thoughts running through your head when you play games. I zone out. Doesn't matter if I'm playing something like BF3, Uncharted, or L.A. Noire; my mind is in my character.

Posted by RIDEBIRD

Deathclaws are eveil motherfuckers all throughout the game. They never become easy. Reading this reminds me of how much I loved FNV.

Posted by Makoto_Mizuhara_Sakamoto

@Sparky_Buzzsaw: I shall, good sir. I shall.

@sotyfan16_2: Well, here- the way I'm writing it, I AM the character. That IS the purpose of an RPG after all... right? Here, I can forget that I am Daniel Owen Harrison ( a white, middle-class kid of 22 with a cart-pushing job) and become Gabe Monroe (a semi-suave black male sporting the funkiest purple hair this side of the Hoover Dam in the life-or-death position of Courier).

Posted by TentPole

I love this game.