Man, Fallout 4 is a blast. I hope Bethesda makes more of this stuff.
Hi, my name is Eugene Elanoire. I'm 30 years old and my hobby is gaming. What's my favorite game? Fallout series. It's basically my life. I can name every character, event, location, timeline, anything in the Fallout series. I just finished Fallout 4 a couple of minutes ago. I need to buy the DLC's. Right now, I need to sleep. Haven't slept for like 2 days.
I laid down on my bed and closed my eyes. Just like I expected, I can't go to sleep. I need to play the DLC's. I grudgingly tried to keep my eyes from opening. Then, I feel like I was slapped really hard in the face. I opened my eyes and my bedroom's ceilings turns into a bright and blue sky. I hear a voice calling me.
"Hey, ya twat. Ya hearing me or not?"
"Huh? What?"
"What do you mean 'what?' Get movin! Don't lie in floor ya stupid slave!"
It's a Legionary from Fallout New Vegas. Judging by his clothes, he's a Legionary decanus. A legionnaire with the authority to run small camps. I looked at him with amazement.
"What are ya looking at ya twat? Keep movin!"
"Nothing."
It seems that I'm a slave to the Caesar's Legion. A faction in the Fallout world based on the Roman Empire. It is ruled by Edward Sallow, otherwise known as Caesar. If this is the Caesar's Legion, that means this is the event of Fallout New Vegas. I asked the Legionnaire about the year.
"Hey, legionnaire."
"What?"
"What year is it?"
"You hit your head or something? It's November 27 Twenty-Two fucking 81. Make sure you don't hit your head again ya twat. Now keep movin!"
November 27. That means It's almost the intro of New Vegas. The courier will get shot in the head and saved by Doc Mitchell. I need to break out of this cage and meet the courier. The only problem is, there are too many legionnaire here. I need to wait until night, if this is the Fallout world. A couple of bobby pins is enough for me to get out. I closed my eyes to wait until the night falls.
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After several hours...
I opened my eyes. Night already falls. It looks like every legionnaire is sleeping. I looked around the floor for bobby pins. Amazingly, there's one bobby pin lying on the ground. I grabbed it and picked the lock of the cage door. A weird feeling when picking the lock arises. It feels, unreal. I rotated the lock and the door was open. I crouched and walked silently to a nearby stack of crates. It's full of supplies I guess.
I opened one of the crates to find something. It was a Powder-Ganger jacket and a brown cargo pants. A group of escaped convicts that formed a faction called the Powder Gangers. I grabbed the jacket and the cargo pants and wore them. After wearing them, I sneaked away to the edge of the camp and ran as fast as I could from it.
I saw a merchant passing by with a brahmin in afar. I ran to him to ask for directions.
"Hey! Wait!"
"Huh?"
He turned around and I noticed something familiar about him. His clothing, face, everything about him seems familiar. He is Ringo.
"Hey, step back! That's far enough"
He pulled a 10mm to me. Maybe it's because of the Powder Ganger jacket. I raised my hand up.
"No. I'm not a Powder Ganger. I just scavenged this jacket."
"How can I trust you?"
"Look, you gotta trust me. I don't know how I can make you trust but please trust me. I can help you. Just put the gun down."
he lowered his gun down.
"Now, make it quick?"
"Ok, first. Where am I?"
"We're near Cottonwood Cove. One of Caesars outposts."
"Cottonwood Cove? Shit. Ok now, you're heading to Goodsprings right?"
"Yeah, how'd ya know?"
"Ok, now look. I don't have any caps or anything but can you give me a weapon or something?"
"Now, why would I do that?"
"Because I don't have one?"
"How about this. Let's make a deal. You help me guard my caravan. And I'll pay you for about 100 caps until Goodsprings."
"Deal."
"Nice. Now, here's a rifle."
He threw a Varmint Rifle to me. I catched it and proceeded the journey to Goodsprings.
To Be Continued.... dun dun.