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General Game Discussion / Brotherhood Tyranny in NCR
« on: December 01, 2013, 05:12:21 am »
So there I was minding my own business in NCR, coming down off of the 30 billion gigarads I had accumulated from sexing up ghoul hookers in the Glow, whereupon I spy a metal-clad gentlemen near the entrance with an interesting name: Paladin Hendrickson.
I figured resembling a walking glowstick would be a good icebreaker for some idle smalltalk while I killed some time, so I headed on over to strike up a conversation. But apparently, I resembled some other, more sinister character, because he immediately mistook me for a spy and cut me in half with his high-powered laser pistol.
Naturally I was intrigued...
Oh yeah, there was also a Brotherhood quartermaster there, too.
Several other players were quite upset at being melted by these stuck up technofucks, and I quickly devised a solution.
One that involved dynamite.
Damn.
Using my cunning intellect, I hypothesized that a different method of delivering the bomb might work better. Hmm...delivery...couriers deliver things...caravans too...
Hmm...delivery...caravans....of course! BRAHMIN BOMB!
So ingenious...
Come on!!
Finally I decided enough was enough. I was going to ice these fuckbags once and for all. I strapped on some combat armor mk2, loaded up my m60, shot up some psycho and downed an ice-cold brewski to steel my nerves for a suicide mission rambo-style in NCR.
When I got there, I stared down the quartermaster for a while. You can tell how intimidated he his, because he can't even look me in the eye.
Well for some reason, the NCR guards opened up on me as soon as I splattered them all over the ground, but that's fine. I took out both of them and took those sniper rounds to the temple in strides. Until it became a lead hailstorm against my brain bucket, that is. After I fell, a crowd quickly swarmed over to congratulate me on my unbelievable bravery, freeing them from the tyranny of the Brotherhood of Steel.
All was good. Thery were gone forever...
Fuck.
Well, on my way out I saw this and I think this pretty much sums up NCR.
I figured resembling a walking glowstick would be a good icebreaker for some idle smalltalk while I killed some time, so I headed on over to strike up a conversation. But apparently, I resembled some other, more sinister character, because he immediately mistook me for a spy and cut me in half with his high-powered laser pistol.
Naturally I was intrigued...
Oh yeah, there was also a Brotherhood quartermaster there, too.
Several other players were quite upset at being melted by these stuck up technofucks, and I quickly devised a solution.
One that involved dynamite.
Damn.
Using my cunning intellect, I hypothesized that a different method of delivering the bomb might work better. Hmm...delivery...couriers deliver things...caravans too...
Hmm...delivery...caravans....of course! BRAHMIN BOMB!
So ingenious...
Come on!!
Finally I decided enough was enough. I was going to ice these fuckbags once and for all. I strapped on some combat armor mk2, loaded up my m60, shot up some psycho and downed an ice-cold brewski to steel my nerves for a suicide mission rambo-style in NCR.
When I got there, I stared down the quartermaster for a while. You can tell how intimidated he his, because he can't even look me in the eye.
Well for some reason, the NCR guards opened up on me as soon as I splattered them all over the ground, but that's fine. I took out both of them and took those sniper rounds to the temple in strides. Until it became a lead hailstorm against my brain bucket, that is. After I fell, a crowd quickly swarmed over to congratulate me on my unbelievable bravery, freeing them from the tyranny of the Brotherhood of Steel.
All was good. Thery were gone forever...
Fuck.
Well, on my way out I saw this and I think this pretty much sums up NCR.