Tales of The Wasteland

[Nooners]

Yay, another chance to post this little anecdote!

Spoiler: No real spoilers, but a wall of text.

Fallout 3 has a quest (Head of State) that involves getting a group of wastelanders from a dilapidated building out in the wilderness to the Lincoln Memorial in the middle of the ruins of Washington DC. Now, technically, one can just fast travel there and wait around a day or two for them to show up, but I was determined to play this in character and escort them the full way there. This was a very stupid idea.
Things started off well enough, with a couple of Yao Guai attacking from here and there, but nothing my plasma rifle couldn't handle. About a half mile down the road, our little caravan of six-ish people and a Brahmin ran into Lucky Harith, premiere weapon salesman of the wasteland. He was going in the opposite direction, and we passed with little incident. We were heading up a hill, and I soon realized that our path took us right through an outpost the Enclave had set up at the top of the hill. Just as I was wondering if there was any way to get these clueless NPCs to stop or change course, I heard shots from behind me.
I turned around to see Lucky Harith and his bodyguard being attacked by four or five raiders who had somehow not been there when we passed along the same stretch of road. Harith and his companion had their backs to an old army transport truck. Now, anyone who has played Fallout 3 knows that you want to be as far away from abandoned vehicles as possible during a firefight. And sure enough, stray raider bullets were smacking into the truck, which had just caught alight. I tried to take out the raiders before they could do any more damage, but it was too late.
The truck's reactor blew up with the force of a mini nuke, blowing Harith's limbs off and gibbing the raiders beyond recognition. His bodyguard somehow survived without a scratch, and ran off up the road. Guess I'll never be buying weapons from him again.
But the general misfortune was only just beginning. By this time, the caravan I had completely forgotten about was at the Enclave base, and the soldiers were engaged with the wastelanders. One of them died before I could do anything, and when I ran in I was engulfed with flames from some jackass and his Heavy Incinerator, so I was already at low health when I could start VATSing soldiers. The firefight was nasty, although we had a little help from the late Harith's bodyguard, who took a few potshots at the Enclave before being set on fire and running away. I did not exactly survive. Let's just say quicksave and quickload were in frequent use.
When we finally beat the Enclave down to a single officer, things got even worse. Some exploding Brahmin in a field to the east hailed the entrance of two sentry bots to the battlefield, miniguns whirring and rockets blazing. At the same time--I shit you not--at the exact same time they appeared, two Deathclaws showed up from the road south. So now our heavily wounded and poorly armed group of survivors had to face off against two of the strongest robots in the game as well as two of the strongest monsters. That's at least six more than anyone should half to deal with, and I was all out of Mirelurk meat.
I desperately searched through my inventory, looking for something that would help, when I realized I had three Bottlecap Mines I had completely forgotten about. I threw them in front of the Deathclaws, and none too soon, as they were mere feet away from our brahmin, and those fuckers can move. Suffice to say, they did the trick. three bottlecap mines exploding in the same place at once equals about a thousand points of damage, which is absolute overkill in any situation. It was very satisfying to watch the Deathclaws' legs go spiraling away from the rest of them.
Then I remembered the Sentry Bots. I was just a teeny bit sick of fighting at this point, so I just went berserk. I grabbed some Hellfire armor off a dead Enclave soldier, as it offered noticeably better protection than my awesome-yet-impractical leather jacket and fedora, whipped out my Super Sledge, and beat the living shit out of both robots. I didn't even bother with VATS, and the armor protected my dwindling hitpoints from the worst of their minigun fire. They finally went limp and made pathetic buzzing noises, which could only mean good things.
I continued along the road with the caravan, and we had no further incidents until reaching the subway tunnels, where, about halfway through, the Brahmin got stuck between two train cars and was completely immovable. And so, I used my brilliant problem-solving skills to...fast travel to the Lincoln Memorial, wait sixteen hours, greet the wastelanders as they appeared from the metro station, brahmin blinking stupidly, and wonder why the hell I hadn't just done that in the first place.

After the quest was complete, I went back and took Lucky Harith's hat. I now wear it everywhere as a symbol of his valiantly stupid last stand.

You good sir, are freakin' awesome. You deserve a drink on me. Could I hire you as a bodyguard?

 

[Eclectic Dreck]

I have two favorite points in the game.

The first was the result of being both a fairly low level and skilled in medicine, guns, speech and little else.

Spoiler

After dispatching Benny (why would you agree to meet a man back from the dead without your buddies around to help you?), I was invited to meet Ceasar. This was strange since I had, up until that moment, simply murdered the hell out of the Legion from our first meeting in Nipton (thank god the AI is to damn stupid to question why I was mining the place before I talked to them). Leaving boone behind (since he would just shoot everyone in the face anyhow) I swiped his rifle (gobi campaign rifle - since my gun skill was only ~50 at the time I let him carry it while I used the crummy guns and just tried to talk my way out of trouble) and traveled to meet Ceasar.

After doing a number of trivial things for him, it came to my attention that Ceasar had a brain tumor. I had never planned on siding with the Legion of course, but at that moment there was little I could do to stop them. I had not yet installed my insanely expensive implants. I was wearing the lightest armor in the game (any of the Merc armor). I couldn't rely on VATS to help me shoot my way out of a wet paper bag. But this revelation offered a way to assassinate Caesar. I offered to help him with his medical problem and in spite of the fact that he had risen to a position of power with double dealing and total war, he agreed to let me.

Ceaser died under my knife. I had hoped that I might be able to escape before anyone realized this but, alas, they knew the instant his heart stopped. I was trusted enough to keep my weapons at this point and the first guard through the door was greeted with a .308 AP round to the skull. Realizing that the other five well armed and armored guards would kill me in a rush, I rummaged through my inventory until I found the one item that might get me out alive: a stealth boy.

The cover the Stealth Boy provided was sufficient to get me out of the tent but not to safety. Having no better options, I began inhaling staggeringly stupid doses of drugs in my inventory in the hopes that they would be enough to at least keep me moving. A running gunfight ensued and, in spite of the efforts of some of Ceasar's best, I made it to the exit. The game would not allow me to leave under such circumstances however and thus a stand was made. I pounded down the last of the drugs I had and pulled out my trusty 12.7mm SMG, aimed at head level and dumped round after round into the seemingly endless ranks.

Luckily, my escapades through the camp ensured that they approached in clusters of 3 or 4 rather than the full pack of 20 (or more) that were chasing me. A few made it in close and their power fists took a toll of flesh before they were brought low. Somehow, in spite of being utterly unprepared, outnumbered, outgunned and outmatched, I managed to survive. I limped out of the camp addicted to Psycho, Jet and Rebound. My torso, head, left arm and both legs were crippled but I made it out alive.

Later, in a different play though, I did the same thing with boone at my side and wearing heavy armor with end game skills and perks and it was little more than a turkey shoot.

The second was when I resolved the problem of the Fiends in Vault 3.

Spoiler

I was tasked with finding a missing ranger and killing the leader of the Fiends. An open assault was foolhardy at my level (a few higher than the events detailed above), but in those few levels I had gained significant skill at the art of stealth and had a suppressed sniper rifle of my own. My companions were again dismissed as none of them really had any idea what the word stealth might mean. Boone fires off rounds when he gets bored, Veronica throws herself into battle like a woman possessed and Cass is too drunk to know the difference between a subtle approach and a full frontal assault.

Several fiends met their end while I made my way to the vault. Just because VATS didn't believe I could hit them didn't mean the shot was impossible. When I finally crossed the threshold of the vault, I was expecting to be challenged but I didn't think it would be quite so literal. When confronted by a guard, I simply told them I was delivering drugs. It wasn't entirely a lie - I did have, as a result of my travels, significant quantities of the more addictive and useful drugs. The fiends were told to let me pass.

Assuming that, should I find the leader and dispatch him, the fiends would respond with violence, I resolved to at least thin their numbers before hand. I stalked the halls of the vault for the better part of an hour and silently dispatched the guards before making my way to Moto-Runner. I placed C-4 outside the room to take care of the guards should they decide to investigate my actions and then spoke to Moto-runner and sold him a few errant piles of jet and psycho for enormous profit. Then, before I left, I put a round into his head and that of his dogs. The guards, clearly alerted, opened the door to his room. They weren't quite quick enough to make it inside before I set off the C4 trap that reduced them to a meaty spray. I collected Moto-Runner's head and slipped out of the vault, running into the limping ranger along the way.

If ever there was a reason to believe that the NCR couldn't be trusted to protect the Mojave, that quest demonstrated it. Where the elite snipers of the 1st Recon had failed, where the Rangers had failed, where the battalions of Troopers had failed, I succeeded with nothing more than a few dozen rounds from my rifle and far from perfect skill in it's use.

 

[DustyDrB]

I went into Caesar's camp and crushed the weak little minions clad in old football gear.
Then I looked at Caesar himself and said something like...
then I did.

 

[The Austin]

Yay, another chance to post this little anecdote!

Spoiler: No real spoilers, but a wall of text.

Fallout 3 has a quest (Head of State) that involves getting a group of wastelanders from a dilapidated building out in the wilderness to the Lincoln Memorial in the middle of the ruins of Washington DC. Now, technically, one can just fast travel there and wait around a day or two for them to show up, but I was determined to play this in character and escort them the full way there. This was a very stupid idea.
Things started off well enough, with a couple of Yao Guai attacking from here and there, but nothing my plasma rifle couldn't handle. About a half mile down the road, our little caravan of six-ish people and a Brahmin ran into Lucky Harith, premiere weapon salesman of the wasteland. He was going in the opposite direction, and we passed with little incident. We were heading up a hill, and I soon realized that our path took us right through an outpost the Enclave had set up at the top of the hill. Just as I was wondering if there was any way to get these clueless NPCs to stop or change course, I heard shots from behind me.
I turned around to see Lucky Harith and his bodyguard being attacked by four or five raiders who had somehow not been there when we passed along the same stretch of road. Harith and his companion had their backs to an old army transport truck. Now, anyone who has played Fallout 3 knows that you want to be as far away from abandoned vehicles as possible during a firefight. And sure enough, stray raider bullets were smacking into the truck, which had just caught alight. I tried to take out the raiders before they could do any more damage, but it was too late.
The truck's reactor blew up with the force of a mini nuke, blowing Harith's limbs off and gibbing the raiders beyond recognition. His bodyguard somehow survived without a scratch, and ran off up the road. Guess I'll never be buying weapons from him again.
But the general misfortune was only just beginning. By this time, the caravan I had completely forgotten about was at the Enclave base, and the soldiers were engaged with the wastelanders. One of them died before I could do anything, and when I ran in I was engulfed with flames from some jackass and his Heavy Incinerator, so I was already at low health when I could start VATSing soldiers. The firefight was nasty, although we had a little help from the late Harith's bodyguard, who took a few potshots at the Enclave before being set on fire and running away. I did not exactly survive. Let's just say quicksave and quickload were in frequent use.
When we finally beat the Enclave down to a single officer, things got even worse. Some exploding Brahmin in a field to the east hailed the entrance of two sentry bots to the battlefield, miniguns whirring and rockets blazing. At the same time--I shit you not--at the exact same time they appeared, two Deathclaws showed up from the road south. So now our heavily wounded and poorly armed group of survivors had to face off against two of the strongest robots in the game as well as two of the strongest monsters. That's at least six more than anyone should half to deal with, and I was all out of Mirelurk meat.
I desperately searched through my inventory, looking for something that would help, when I realized I had three Bottlecap Mines I had completely forgotten about. I threw them in front of the Deathclaws, and none too soon, as they were mere feet away from our brahmin, and those fuckers can move. Suffice to say, they did the trick. three bottlecap mines exploding in the same place at once equals about a thousand points of damage, which is absolute overkill in any situation. It was very satisfying to watch the Deathclaws' legs go spiraling away from the rest of them.
Then I remembered the Sentry Bots. I was just a teeny bit sick of fighting at this point, so I just went berserk. I grabbed some Hellfire armor off a dead Enclave soldier, as it offered noticeably better protection than my awesome-yet-impractical leather jacket and fedora, whipped out my Super Sledge, and beat the living shit out of both robots. I didn't even bother with VATS, and the armor protected my dwindling hitpoints from the worst of their minigun fire. They finally went limp and made pathetic buzzing noises, which could only mean good things.
I continued along the road with the caravan, and we had no further incidents until reaching the subway tunnels, where, about halfway through, the Brahmin got stuck between two train cars and was completely immovable. And so, I used my brilliant problem-solving skills to...fast travel to the Lincoln Memorial, wait sixteen hours, greet the wastelanders as they appeared from the metro station, brahmin blinking stupidly, and wonder why the hell I hadn't just done that in the first place.

After the quest was complete, I went back and took Lucky Harith's hat. I now wear it everywhere as a symbol of his valiantly stupid last stand.

That was fantastic! I'm surprised anyone survived!

 

[Googenstien]

I was crawling around a random cave just exploring the other night. I decide to keep using the Gobi Sniper in the cave thinking nothing much would be in there - turns out its a Deathclaw cave but I am taking them down pretty easily. Suddenly Boone takes off and I follow shooting the young and normal deathclaws.. Boone dies in a corner and I turn it to run into a huge Legendary Deathclaw and jump back in my seat for real. I wasnt scoped but I quickly fird off 2 shots backing up in a hurry and I double crit it or something because after 2 hits he was about dead and I went into VATS to finish him off.

 

[Sn1P3r M98]

Yay, another chance to post this little anecdote!

Spoiler: No real spoilers, but a wall of text.

Fallout 3 has a quest (Head of State) that involves getting a group of wastelanders from a dilapidated building out in the wilderness to the Lincoln Memorial in the middle of the ruins of Washington DC. Now, technically, one can just fast travel there and wait around a day or two for them to show up, but I was determined to play this in character and escort them the full way there. This was a very stupid idea.
Things started off well enough, with a couple of Yao Guai attacking from here and there, but nothing my plasma rifle couldn't handle. About a half mile down the road, our little caravan of six-ish people and a Brahmin ran into Lucky Harith, premiere weapon salesman of the wasteland. He was going in the opposite direction, and we passed with little incident. We were heading up a hill, and I soon realized that our path took us right through an outpost the Enclave had set up at the top of the hill. Just as I was wondering if there was any way to get these clueless NPCs to stop or change course, I heard shots from behind me.
I turned around to see Lucky Harith and his bodyguard being attacked by four or five raiders who had somehow not been there when we passed along the same stretch of road. Harith and his companion had their backs to an old army transport truck. Now, anyone who has played Fallout 3 knows that you want to be as far away from abandoned vehicles as possible during a firefight. And sure enough, stray raider bullets were smacking into the truck, which had just caught alight. I tried to take out the raiders before they could do any more damage, but it was too late.
The truck's reactor blew up with the force of a mini nuke, blowing Harith's limbs off and gibbing the raiders beyond recognition. His bodyguard somehow survived without a scratch, and ran off up the road. Guess I'll never be buying weapons from him again.
But the general misfortune was only just beginning. By this time, the caravan I had completely forgotten about was at the Enclave base, and the soldiers were engaged with the wastelanders. One of them died before I could do anything, and when I ran in I was engulfed with flames from some jackass and his Heavy Incinerator, so I was already at low health when I could start VATSing soldiers. The firefight was nasty, although we had a little help from the late Harith's bodyguard, who took a few potshots at the Enclave before being set on fire and running away. I did not exactly survive. Let's just say quicksave and quickload were in frequent use.
When we finally beat the Enclave down to a single officer, things got even worse. Some exploding Brahmin in a field to the east hailed the entrance of two sentry bots to the battlefield, miniguns whirring and rockets blazing. At the same time--I shit you not--at the exact same time they appeared, two Deathclaws showed up from the road south. So now our heavily wounded and poorly armed group of survivors had to face off against two of the strongest robots in the game as well as two of the strongest monsters. That's at least six more than anyone should half to deal with, and I was all out of Mirelurk meat.
I desperately searched through my inventory, looking for something that would help, when I realized I had three Bottlecap Mines I had completely forgotten about. I threw them in front of the Deathclaws, and none too soon, as they were mere feet away from our brahmin, and those fuckers can move. Suffice to say, they did the trick. three bottlecap mines exploding in the same place at once equals about a thousand points of damage, which is absolute overkill in any situation. It was very satisfying to watch the Deathclaws' legs go spiraling away from the rest of them.
Then I remembered the Sentry Bots. I was just a teeny bit sick of fighting at this point, so I just went berserk. I grabbed some Hellfire armor off a dead Enclave soldier, as it offered noticeably better protection than my awesome-yet-impractical leather jacket and fedora, whipped out my Super Sledge, and beat the living shit out of both robots. I didn't even bother with VATS, and the armor protected my dwindling hitpoints from the worst of their minigun fire. They finally went limp and made pathetic buzzing noises, which could only mean good things.
I continued along the road with the caravan, and we had no further incidents until reaching the subway tunnels, where, about halfway through, the Brahmin got stuck between two train cars and was completely immovable. And so, I used my brilliant problem-solving skills to...fast travel to the Lincoln Memorial, wait sixteen hours, greet the wastelanders as they appeared from the metro station, brahmin blinking stupidly, and wonder why the hell I hadn't just done that in the first place.

After the quest was complete, I went back and took Lucky Harith's hat. I now wear it everywhere as a symbol of his valiantly stupid last stand.

That was awesome. *claps*

OT: So I had just found Dogmeat, and was walking out of junkyard when I found a group of Enclave. I took out most of them easily and was feeling good. Then they decided to realease, I shit you not, 3 deathclaws.

I pulled out my alien blaster and went to work. As I shot the two advancing deathclaws, Dogmeat held off the third. Just as I vaporize the second deathclaw, I turn around just in time to see the final deathclaw deliver the killing blow to Dogmeat. I wasted 10 or 15 alien blaster rounds on that deathclaw after it was already dead. You better believe I was pissed.

 

[Irony's Acolyte]

Well there was the one time that I sent a Behemoth several stories up into the air with a grenade. I have no idea how I sent him flying with one grenade but it killed him when he landed. And it was awesome.

There was also the time that I liberated the Lincoln memorial dressed as the president himself. Wildly tossing grenades at slavers while yelling "Lincoln Grenade!" was immensly fun.

 

[Safe in the Dark]

In the Hotel in Primm I just got into down and took out all the dudes out side single handedly with good cover and my awesome 9mm, then I went in nd unleashed bullet hell on all inside, along the way I got an incinerator and lit the place up, then rounded up the rest with shotgun headshots. Good times, Good times.

 

[Colonel Alzheimer's]

Yay, another chance to post this little anecdote!

Spoiler: No real spoilers, but a wall of text.

Fallout 3 has a quest (Head of State) that involves getting a group of wastelanders from a dilapidated building out in the wilderness to the Lincoln Memorial in the middle of the ruins of Washington DC. Now, technically, one can just fast travel there and wait around a day or two for them to show up, but I was determined to play this in character and escort them the full way there. This was a very stupid idea.
Things started off well enough, with a couple of Yao Guai attacking from here and there, but nothing my plasma rifle couldn't handle. About a half mile down the road, our little caravan of six-ish people and a Brahmin ran into Lucky Harith, premiere weapon salesman of the wasteland. He was going in the opposite direction, and we passed with little incident. We were heading up a hill, and I soon realized that our path took us right through an outpost the Enclave had set up at the top of the hill. Just as I was wondering if there was any way to get these clueless NPCs to stop or change course, I heard shots from behind me.
I turned around to see Lucky Harith and his bodyguard being attacked by four or five raiders who had somehow not been there when we passed along the same stretch of road. Harith and his companion had their backs to an old army transport truck. Now, anyone who has played Fallout 3 knows that you want to be as far away from abandoned vehicles as possible during a firefight. And sure enough, stray raider bullets were smacking into the truck, which had just caught alight. I tried to take out the raiders before they could do any more damage, but it was too late.
The truck's reactor blew up with the force of a mini nuke, blowing Harith's limbs off and gibbing the raiders beyond recognition. His bodyguard somehow survived without a scratch, and ran off up the road. Guess I'll never be buying weapons from him again.
But the general misfortune was only just beginning. By this time, the caravan I had completely forgotten about was at the Enclave base, and the soldiers were engaged with the wastelanders. One of them died before I could do anything, and when I ran in I was engulfed with flames from some jackass and his Heavy Incinerator, so I was already at low health when I could start VATSing soldiers. The firefight was nasty, although we had a little help from the late Harith's bodyguard, who took a few potshots at the Enclave before being set on fire and running away. I did not exactly survive. Let's just say quicksave and quickload were in frequent use.
When we finally beat the Enclave down to a single officer, things got even worse. Some exploding Brahmin in a field to the east hailed the entrance of two sentry bots to the battlefield, miniguns whirring and rockets blazing. At the same time--I shit you not--at the exact same time they appeared, two Deathclaws showed up from the road south. So now our heavily wounded and poorly armed group of survivors had to face off against two of the strongest robots in the game as well as two of the strongest monsters. That's at least six more than anyone should half to deal with, and I was all out of Mirelurk meat.
I desperately searched through my inventory, looking for something that would help, when I realized I had three Bottlecap Mines I had completely forgotten about. I threw them in front of the Deathclaws, and none too soon, as they were mere feet away from our brahmin, and those fuckers can move. Suffice to say, they did the trick. three bottlecap mines exploding in the same place at once equals about a thousand points of damage, which is absolute overkill in any situation. It was very satisfying to watch the Deathclaws' legs go spiraling away from the rest of them.
Then I remembered the Sentry Bots. I was just a teeny bit sick of fighting at this point, so I just went berserk. I grabbed some Hellfire armor off a dead Enclave soldier, as it offered noticeably better protection than my awesome-yet-impractical leather jacket and fedora, whipped out my Super Sledge, and beat the living shit out of both robots. I didn't even bother with VATS, and the armor protected my dwindling hitpoints from the worst of their minigun fire. They finally went limp and made pathetic buzzing noises, which could only mean good things.
I continued along the road with the caravan, and we had no further incidents until reaching the subway tunnels, where, about halfway through, the Brahmin got stuck between two train cars and was completely immovable. And so, I used my brilliant problem-solving skills to...fast travel to the Lincoln Memorial, wait sixteen hours, greet the wastelanders as they appeared from the metro station, brahmin blinking stupidly, and wonder why the hell I hadn't just done that in the first place.

After the quest was complete, I went back and took Lucky Harith's hat. I now wear it everywhere as a symbol of his valiantly stupid last stand.

Wow. And I thought that there was no fun to be had in that quest.
OT: On several occasions, I attempted to kill Fawkes just to see if I could. I lost over and over and over. Eventually, I decided to drop 25 bottlecap mines on his feet and then shoot that with the MIRV. I backed up really far and shot. The explosion managed to kill me, and the last thing I saw was that I took Fawkes' health down to about 1/2 of it's full capacity. That dude is fucking awesome.

 

[Yokai]

Yay, another chance to post this little anecdote!

Spoiler: No real spoilers, but a wall of text.

Fallout 3 has a quest (Head of State) that involves getting a group of wastelanders from a dilapidated building out in the wilderness to the Lincoln Memorial in the middle of the ruins of Washington DC. Now, technically, one can just fast travel there and wait around a day or two for them to show up, but I was determined to play this in character and escort them the full way there. This was a very stupid idea.
Things started off well enough, with a couple of Yao Guai attacking from here and there, but nothing my plasma rifle couldn't handle. About a half mile down the road, our little caravan of six-ish people and a Brahmin ran into Lucky Harith, premiere weapon salesman of the wasteland. He was going in the opposite direction, and we passed with little incident. We were heading up a hill, and I soon realized that our path took us right through an outpost the Enclave had set up at the top of the hill. Just as I was wondering if there was any way to get these clueless NPCs to stop or change course, I heard shots from behind me.
I turned around to see Lucky Harith and his bodyguard being attacked by four or five raiders who had somehow not been there when we passed along the same stretch of road. Harith and his companion had their backs to an old army transport truck. Now, anyone who has played Fallout 3 knows that you want to be as far away from abandoned vehicles as possible during a firefight. And sure enough, stray raider bullets were smacking into the truck, which had just caught alight. I tried to take out the raiders before they could do any more damage, but it was too late.
The truck's reactor blew up with the force of a mini nuke, blowing Harith's limbs off and gibbing the raiders beyond recognition. His bodyguard somehow survived without a scratch, and ran off up the road. Guess I'll never be buying weapons from him again.
But the general misfortune was only just beginning. By this time, the caravan I had completely forgotten about was at the Enclave base, and the soldiers were engaged with the wastelanders. One of them died before I could do anything, and when I ran in I was engulfed with flames from some jackass and his Heavy Incinerator, so I was already at low health when I could start VATSing soldiers. The firefight was nasty, although we had a little help from the late Harith's bodyguard, who took a few potshots at the Enclave before being set on fire and running away. I did not exactly survive. Let's just say quicksave and quickload were in frequent use.
When we finally beat the Enclave down to a single officer, things got even worse. Some exploding Brahmin in a field to the east hailed the entrance of two sentry bots to the battlefield, miniguns whirring and rockets blazing. At the same time--I shit you not--at the exact same time they appeared, two Deathclaws showed up from the road south. So now our heavily wounded and poorly armed group of survivors had to face off against two of the strongest robots in the game as well as two of the strongest monsters. That's at least six more than anyone should half to deal with, and I was all out of Mirelurk meat.
I desperately searched through my inventory, looking for something that would help, when I realized I had three Bottlecap Mines I had completely forgotten about. I threw them in front of the Deathclaws, and none too soon, as they were mere feet away from our brahmin, and those fuckers can move. Suffice to say, they did the trick. three bottlecap mines exploding in the same place at once equals about a thousand points of damage, which is absolute overkill in any situation. It was very satisfying to watch the Deathclaws' legs go spiraling away from the rest of them.
Then I remembered the Sentry Bots. I was just a teeny bit sick of fighting at this point, so I just went berserk. I grabbed some Hellfire armor off a dead Enclave soldier, as it offered noticeably better protection than my awesome-yet-impractical leather jacket and fedora, whipped out my Super Sledge, and beat the living shit out of both robots. I didn't even bother with VATS, and the armor protected my dwindling hitpoints from the worst of their minigun fire. They finally went limp and made pathetic buzzing noises, which could only mean good things.
I continued along the road with the caravan, and we had no further incidents until reaching the subway tunnels, where, about halfway through, the Brahmin got stuck between two train cars and was completely immovable. And so, I used my brilliant problem-solving skills to...fast travel to the Lincoln Memorial, wait sixteen hours, greet the wastelanders as they appeared from the metro station, brahmin blinking stupidly, and wonder why the hell I hadn't just done that in the first place.

After the quest was complete, I went back and took Lucky Harith's hat. I now wear it everywhere as a symbol of his valiantly stupid last stand.

You good sir, are freakin' awesome. You deserve a drink on me. Could I hire you as a bodyguard?

You could, but I'm currently taking an extended vacation due to being dead tired of escorting NPCs halfway across the Wasteland and trying to prevent them from plowing determinedly into brick walls and taking cover behind flammable objects. People think Sticky's annoying--no more so than any other character, provided you spend enough time with them.

 

[Sexy Street]

Went into the fort, had the alien pistol, killed everything... including Caesar.

 

[Le Proon]

Cazador genocide... those things pissed me off for the last time.

I then sold their eggs to a fight club owner, so that from hence onwards, any Cazador will have short and brutally painful lives.

 

[CheckD3]

It's not as amazing as some stories, but I walked towards Caesars w/ Boone, and I suddenly got attacked by a few legionares. We took out a few, but then suddenly there were like 10-15 of them. After we had killed barely 3, he went unconscious, and pulled out a Cowboy repeater. Started using Vats and running backwards, ended up killing all of them, at one point barely having 20 health. I lved up RIGHT after I killed a straggler and his pup back where the fight started, then when I walked, 2 steps from where the fight had started, Boone tells me we're in the camp and I'm suddenly neutral w/ the Legion...

I sent Boone to Lucky 38 because I was afraid he was going to start a huge fight @ the camp and I had just spent 10 minutes and half my stimpacks fighitng off a small camp...

 

[Broken Orange]

So, I was walking the trail with Boone, who is a BAMF, and then we ran across a group of Viper gang members. They all had knifes and the such. Before I even got out my Machete, Boone sniped half of them before I even got a chance to get to them.

As I was taking a "shortcut" from Novac to Mojave Outpost with Boone, I ran into a Legion raider camp. After killing a group still at camp, a patrol returning to camp ambushed us from the back. Held them off, but it was epic running into a camp and killing them all.

 

[Richard Hannay]

I gave Veronica a Ballistic Fist and she hit an adult Bighorn with an uppercut. Lifted it right off its feet. That woman is a beast?a little squishy since the game is bugged and she doesn't level up?but I've not come across an enemy other than a Deathclaw she couldn't end in two punches with the right gear.

 

[LaughingAtlas]

I met a wastelander who read my wasteland survival guide and called it something like a holy scripture, reveering me as a saint for co-authoring it with Moira. It's a pity I couldn't put my own ideas in the book, like "Don't turn your back on an armed stranger."
The wastelander would have done well to learn such wisdom.

I once happened upon some raiders that evidently had a disagreement, one was without equipment with others pointing their guns at him. One well placed grenade turned the situation into a slo-mo, air-borne ballet.

I discovered Button Gwinnet's wig in the National Archives near the robot of the same name. Of all the silly headwear in that game, that may be the best.

I found a guy with a minigun with a bunch of roach minions fittingly dubbed "Roach king." He and all his subjects were a royal let-down, I expected more from a monarch.

Having played all the way through all (5, I think) the Fallout 3 expansions, I've figured out that just going nuts is usually more rewarding than most anything they give you for playing along with their stupid fucking rail-roading quests, even if it's only after they've forced you to go through it all first.

On the alien ship, I discovered you can actually fire the death ray as much as you like. I never found any repercussions beyond a black spot down on earth's surface. If only I could target the planet in VATS to find it's weak point...

Spoiler

Colonel Autumns, that prick, pulls an Albert Wesker, that is how he survives the massive radiation. This is only a spoiler if you already know what that means.

 

[Sleekgiant]

Get Paulsons Revolver, get back to the wasteland, have an epic gun battle with super mutants and Enclave in the middle of DC. There were no survivors(highest difficulty was used in Fallout 3)

 

[AbyssalSanhedrin]

Watching a radscorpion morph into a twitching, rotating mountain of graphical error upon it's death on the road to Nipton was not so much cool as incredibly trippy. I must've watched that thing dance for a good few minutes. Brocflower cave is interesting with the Wild Wasteland perk as well, though I've yet to work out the significance because I can't find the 'goal' that lures you there.

Given this is something of a Fallout/New Vegas free-for-all thread, could somebody recommend me a good long range sniping gun for a stealth/gun orientated but VERY low strength (2) character? My fully modded varmint rifle is starting to handle pretty poorly as I level up. I'd start a new thread but it hardly seems worth it, thanks in advance for any advice.

 

[Icarion (aka Stockholm)]

As soon as I was about to stealthy eliminate a legion group that enslaved 2 people an NCR Patrol came by, they went in there shooting all legion and wiping them out with no deaths, easy job

Is there a slaving mechanic in FO: Nv? Like the msemetron I FO3?
OT:One time I was walking down the road to Novac and a powder ganger came up behing me and started stabbing me with a knife. I pulled out my tire Iron turned around and swung. His head burst open like a ripe melon.

 

[Canadian Briton]

I posted my story on /tg/ and it didn't get any recognition It looked like such a promising thread aswell.
Anywho, I had a silenced varmint rifle and I was hidden. Because it showed up as an enemy on my radar I shot a Bighorner in the head. That dinky little rifle blew the Bighorner's head up ( I don't have bloodymess btw) horn and all. So just remember, don't underestimate the good old varmint rifle.