Hi Guys,

Always wanted to write a Fallout story, but through the eyes of the main character. We've all spent countless hours playing the game, and going through barrel loads of emotions, so I thought it would be quite cool. Obviously with the new game out most people are playing that, and eventually I'm gonna do the same thing with Fallout 4. However, for practice reasons, and because New Vegas is awesome, I've decided to start with that. If people are enjoying (or actually even reading it) then any sort of feedback is appreciated. I am no way a great writer, I've just basically got a lot of spare time at the moment due to injuries and I wanted to make my playthrough more fun! Enjoy!

Day One.

The last thing I remember, is a blinding flash of light, and a searing pain in my head. I guess these are the symptoms of being shot in the head from 3 foot away with a 9mm pistol. Somehow I survived, and find myself in some old doctor’s house. He seems friendly enough, told me his name was Mitchell. Turns out he’s the one who patched me up, did a pretty good job, considering I should be dead. I have no memory of why I was shot, all I remember is a man, talking about some damn poker chip. Anyway, the doc is going to do a few tests on me, make sure I’m healthy, well as healthy as can be for a man who was just shot in the head.

Turns out it was a robot who found me, I still have no memory of before the incident. I scored pretty highly on the doctor’s tests though, turns out I’m quite the brainbox, and lucky too, which goes without saying, given I got shot in the head and a few days later I’m as healthy as I could be. The doc didn’t know anything about the man who shot me, but he definitely came by this town, Goodsprings I think he said. I managed to smooth talk my way into some extra supplies before leaving, my first course of action is to find this robot who saved my life, I owe him a drink.

Ah, fresh air. Well, you know, as fresh as an apocalyptic wasteland can be. I tracked down Victor, the robot who saved my life, or rather he happened to be passing by as I left the doctors house, talk about luck! He doesn’t know who the men were who shot me, but he did confirm that they spent some time in the town saloon, I’ll head there next. Bits of my memory are coming back, I was a courier for the Mojave express, delivering mail about the Mojave Desert, it’s a dangerous job, but the pay is okay. I wonder if they have an insurance policy for being shot in the head. Turns out the delivery I was making was for a platinum chip, to be delivered to the New Vegas strip, the main hub of the desert, it’s where the casinos are. Whoever shot me, took the chip. I have no idea why a stupid platinum poker chip is worth shooting someone for, I guess I’ll find out when I track this guy down.

Well, I’m nearing the end of my first day of my nearly second life. I spent the majority of the day with a young woman called Sunny Smiles, we hunted gecko, and cleared the town water wells, my good deed for the day. She taught me how to handle a gun, and how to handle myself out in the wild, I’ve fired guns before, but lets just say I’m better with my tongue than with a gun. Although there’s a few dead geckos around might disagree. I spent the rest of the night in the bar, spending my hard earned caps on some well deserved beers.

When I arrived at the bar, there was an argument between the owner, Trudy and some guy called Joe Cobb. Joe seemed to be looking for someone and was threatening to burn the town to the ground if he didn’t find him soon. Gotta’ love The Mojave. After he left, Trudy explained everything to me, the NCR, The Legion, Hoover Dam, Powder Gangers, you name it. We spent about an hour or three talking and drinking beer. I felt bad for taking up so much of her time, so I even fixed her broken radio. Turns out the guy who shot me spent some time in the bar with a few Great Khans, some sort of mercenary group from the wasteland. They didn’t say where they were headed next, but they needed to go to the Strip, which would probably mean they needed to head south, through Primm.

I was torn, I wanted to up and leave that instant, to find the son of a [censored] who shot me, but there’s something about this town, and it’s people. I couldn’t bare seeing Joe Cobb hurt anyone around here, so I think I’m going to finish this beer, get some sleep, and in the morning, I’ll deal with Joe Cobb.

Day Two.

Was woken in the middle of the night by a man named Malcolm Hobbs, son of a [censored] startled me so much I nearly used my new found aim to put a bullet between his eyes. He warned me about one of my bottle caps, a Sunset Sarsarapilla Star Cap. Apparently they’re valuable, and lead to some sort of treasure, sounds like nonsense to me, but he warned me that there are people who kill for them. After he relayed the message, he left without another word, creepy old bastard.

When morning came, I figured that if I was going to rid the town of Joe Cobb, I’d need more than a Varmint Rifle and a Vault Suit, so I spoke to some of the locals about any jobs that needed done, earn myself some caps. Unfortunately, there was nothing that Sunny hadn’t already taken care of, but I heard of a cave just east of the town, where coyotes frequent, travellers gone missing there a lot over the years so I could kill two birds with one stone. Check out the cave, find some valuables, and make sure the coyotes stay well clear from the town.

Well, my first exploration stint went relatively successfully, Goodsprings Cave turned up a new gun, a .357 Magnum Revolver, much more powerful than my varmint rifle, it came in handy for the 6 or 7 coyotes I found frequenting the cave. Amongst the treasure I found 3 bodies, 2 wasteland travellers and what looked like a weirdly dressed ghoul, he had a laser pistol on him too! Successful hunting, and my good deed of the day.

Coming out of the cave I couldn’t help but notice the massive cross looming on the horizon, couldn’t have been more than a couple of hundred metres away so I decided I would check it out! Halfway there I almost fell into a hole. I say a hole, it was a gigantic crater, filled with scraps of rusted vehicles and other appliances people had deemed un-needed. Already feeling pretty lucky from my early escapade, I decided to head down into the crater. At the bottom I found what looked like the remnants of a camp, some empty bottles, some leftover (rotten) food and viola, some ammo crates! My happiness was short lived however, as I felt a painful bite at the back of my leg, a coyote had managed to sneak up on me. Fending it out with a kick of my leg, I managed to grab it, throw it off me, quickly draw my new revolver, and blast it in the face. Courier 8, Coyotes 0.

After climbing out the death hole, I eventually made it to the cross, although upon reaching it, there was a engraved memorial stand reading ‘The Yangtzee Memorial’. I paused for a while and took in the view, for a wasteland, it was surprisingly calm, and actually quite soothing. Well it was until the radio on my pip boy started screaming at me. Well, I say screaming at me, it’s a radio, so it doesn’t talk but you know what I mean. At first I thought it was some horrible noises, but then I realised that it was a voice talking very loudly, oddly enough it didn’t sound like a human’s voice. It said some sort of gibberish and mentioned something about a black mountain, I figured it was just random nonsense and continued on my way. Just off the monument, was an abandoned shack nestled in among a rock face so I figured I’d check see if anyone had left behind anything useful. Nothing as exciting as a revolver, but some more ammo wouldn’t go amiss, and as it would turn out, would save my life just moments later.

They say that when you’re close to death, time moves slowly, and your life flashes before your eyes. I don’t know much about that, but when the sting of a Giant Radscorpion comes at your face and you somehow manage to roll out of the way before it pins your head up against the wall and pops it like a balloon, either you’re the luckiest guy in the wasteland, or there’s a powerful force that for some weird reason wants you to survive. What happened next still feels like a blur, but in the end the giant radscorpion went down, along with my ammunition amount.

Bloody, beaten, and very tired. I made my way back to the water tower, overlooking the strip. This world may be a gigantic wasteland but seeing the Las Vegas’ Lights switch on for the night is one of the most mesmerising sights I’ve ever witnessed to this day, and likely ever will.

I like it. You might want to do a little more visual description, of the terrain and various people's appearances.

On another note, if you are heading straight for the lights of Vegas, it's going to be a short story,

Thanks for the tips, appreciate the comment! Plan is to track down the person who tried to kill me, signs are pointing in the opposite direction, toward the town of Primm.

Just a minor update. I'm gonna postpone this one, my thought is that i'll do one for Fallout 4 while it's still relatively new, and more people are into it. Will keep this though, and get back to it hopefully in a week or two depending on how much Fallout 4 i play!