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.
Topic: Brotherhood Tyranny in NCR (Read 3137 times)