You are now your Fallout 3/New Vegas character.
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Bad News: My charisma is down the toilet.
Good News:I can now pick any lock, hack any computer, and kill anything that looks at me funny for scavenging everything that I can see.
Good News:I can now pick any lock, hack any computer, and kill anything that looks at me funny for scavenging everything that I can see.
After hooking up with Veronica, I'll explore the planet collecting weapons and armour while solving everyone's problems. Since I have 100 repair, I'll be flying extra armoured and weaponized vertibird. Fuck yeah.
*Teach the people of the Capital Wasteland how to filter water because they clearly have no idea.
*Murder Three Dog, slowly and painfully.
*Nuke Little Lamplight
*Travel to the West Coast and spend the rest of my days there as my witty, smart-ass talking, intelligent character in New Vegas.
*Murder Three Dog, slowly and painfully.
*Nuke Little Lamplight
*Travel to the West Coast and spend the rest of my days there as my witty, smart-ass talking, intelligent character in New Vegas.
Get Arcade to come back to me and live happily ever after in the Lucky 38 in an independent Vegas. Unless I was playing the Dead Money expansion, then it's shit and die.
As for Fallout 3, I don't know, I've already done everything and the characters are so boring. Nobody to go all happily ever after with and nothing left to blow up. I guess I'd head west.
As for Fallout 3, I don't know, I've already done everything and the characters are so boring. Nobody to go all happily ever after with and nothing left to blow up. I guess I'd head west.
ULTIMATE POWERRRRR!!!
Level 40 Unarmed/Explosives specialist whose DT is so high, he's basically bulletproof.
Plus, I look badass in the Bounty Hunter Duster, a hockey mask, and the Cram Opener.
A hero to the downtrodden. A boogeyman to the scum of the wastes. A symbol of a free New Vegas. A divine weapon. His face, disfigured by a treacherous man's gun, now hidden behind a weathered hockey mask. His form, merely a whisper in the desert night, obscured by the prize duster of a bounty hunter. His fists, furious cudgels of righteousness, now augmented by mighty bladed gauntlets.
He will wipe the Mojave clean with his mysterious robot army, and stain the sands with the blood of every Legionnaire, every raider, every tribal, and every NCR man or woman who dares stand against him. His bladed hand will serve as the instrument of justice against those who have wronged the innocents of the wasteland. Those who do not subject themselves to a free and independent New Vegas will taste its steel, and be baptized in fire.
Level 40 Unarmed/Explosives specialist whose DT is so high, he's basically bulletproof.
Plus, I look badass in the Bounty Hunter Duster, a hockey mask, and the Cram Opener.
A hero to the downtrodden. A boogeyman to the scum of the wastes. A symbol of a free New Vegas. A divine weapon. His face, disfigured by a treacherous man's gun, now hidden behind a weathered hockey mask. His form, merely a whisper in the desert night, obscured by the prize duster of a bounty hunter. His fists, furious cudgels of righteousness, now augmented by mighty bladed gauntlets.
He will wipe the Mojave clean with his mysterious robot army, and stain the sands with the blood of every Legionnaire, every raider, every tribal, and every NCR man or woman who dares stand against him. His bladed hand will serve as the instrument of justice against those who have wronged the innocents of the wasteland. Those who do not subject themselves to a free and independent New Vegas will taste its steel, and be baptized in fire.
Fallout 3: I rule the wastes through respect and fear for my maxed out SPECIAL attributes and skills, wearing a suit of Winterized T-51b power armour and carrying a an armoury to shame all others. I dispense justice with the barrel of a .44, my power fist or a carpetting MIRV launcher and collect stuff to sell to add to my already obscene money pile and stockpile of ammo (I have enough 5.56mm rounds to equip a company of soldiers); no one can oppose me, but no one who's just trying to honestly survive needs to.
Fallout New Vegas: AIEEEE CAZADORS! RUN!!!!
Fallout New Vegas: AIEEEE CAZADORS! RUN!!!!
Well apart from having almost 100 everything and my SPECIAL is almost maxed and I have the armoury of the whole world by being awesome and can kill a deathclaw with my bear fists...I have to say, HELL YEH, I am totally going to recreate the world with this kind of power, FOR THE GOOD GUYS! *flys*