Im 26 now and have been gambling since I was 18. It didnt really become a habit for me until I was 22. I have a good job. So money Hasn't been an issue. Whenever I lose. I just think, Ill make more and make it back up. I should have way more money saved by now at my age.
It's the stupid vegas deals and being only a 40 min flight away. having a top level rewards card at caesars properies. My casino host always trying to entice me with deals to return.
The free rooms and etc are all such a scam. I've lost about 140k throughout my gambling career and so theres no getting it back. It's time to focus on living a healthier lifestyle.
It's a combination of things for me. I love the environment and atmosphere. The drinking, the drugs, women and all mixed with gamblng. It's just bad.
So today, Im making the choice to cut out gambling completely. also, just cut down on the drinking because thats what usually leads to bad decisions.
submitted by Note: I originally posted all these as separate posts back on
/fnv and they got up with no trouble. When I recently went as posted the 7th part, it got taken down because appearently the mods don't like this kinda content anymore. Anyways to not abruptly start from part seven of a series, here are the first 6 parts of my New Vegas diary! Part 7 is already written, but I don't want to spam the subreddit so I'll post it tomorrow instead, and entry 8 (which is a big one) will be posted as soon as it's finished. I hope you enjoy and if you have any feedback please leave a comment!
Entry 1: Day 1, Afternoon:
I found out that this pipboy allows me to take notes, and I’ve always wanted to keep some kind of journal, so I guess I’m doing this now. I guess I better back up. I got this pipboy from a friendly doctor who patched me up after I... well I guess I gotta go back a little bit further. My name is Rare, I’m a courier for Mojave express. I’m relatively good natured, and would call myself skilled but not particularly experienced. I enjoy exploring the wild wasteland and scavenging old stuff to try and repair it into something workable using my knowledge of science. I guess I’m pretty lucky to have found a job that fits me so well. I’m not particularly charismatic but I can pull together a decent speech if I need to. Failing that, I can always fall back on energy weapons. I’m somewhat intelligent, have about average strength, decently perceptive, somewhat agile but get tired pretty easily.
I’ve been a courier for a few years, but mainly did jobs to the West and back, and as a result never really went near New Vegas. Apparently this was the right call because I just got my first job to deliver something to it (a poker chip made of platinum, fuck if I know what that’s all about) and first thing I know I get ambushed and shot in the head by some city boy. Unfortunately I’m fuzzy about the details, probably something to do with being shot in the head, but I do remember being pulled out of my grave by some weird robot thing. Doc Michael says that’s Victor, and he’s sorta an outsider to this here town of Goodsprings. Oh yeah, Doc Michael is the doctor who helped me out, and Goodsprings is the town I “died” in.
You know, even if I didn’t really die and come back to life, I still do feel pretty different from before. It’s as if now is the first time I’ve ever really been in control of my life, and everything before that was just some kinda fuzzy dream. Maybe that’s brain damage. Regardless, I guess that’s why I’m starting this diary. It feels as if I’ve started a new life. Right now I’m sitting on the couch of Doc Michael’s house, just trying to collect my thoughts and manage my bag. I guess at this point I’m just procrastinating going outside to truly begin my life again. I’ve even repaired an old machine gun and made some stimpacks to prevent having to actually begin. I guess I’m just anxious. But no more. I’m about to go out there, see where the wasteland and my life takes me, and I suppose this diary is gonna let me record it all. I’ll see you next time, it’s time for me to enter the wasteland.
Entry 2: Day 1, Night:
Well, I guess saying that I was “entering the wasteland” was a little overdramatic. The reality was closer to entering a town full of friendly people happy to help me. Doc Michael suggested that I talk to Sunny Smiles at the Saloon to help get me back on my feet and rebuild my survival skills. First things first I wanted to talk to Victor, the mysterious robot who plucked me out of my grave, to see if he had any clues as to the identity of my assailants. As luck would have it, he was literally the first thing I saw as I stepped outside of Doc Michael’s house, as he was walking (rolling? He’s supported by a single wheel and uses it to move, but rolling just doesn’t sound right) on the road that was right in front of me. I ran up to him and got his attention and started asking what had happened. According to him, he noticed my three attackers up near the graveyard and laid low until they left, then he rushed over to pull me out of my grave. After hearing this and asking him a bit about his own background (apparently he’s a securitron, never saw one before) I decided to walk over to the graveyard and see for myself.
Have you ever looked at your own grave? That’s some surreal shit. I found myself face to face with mine at the Goodsprings cemetery. They seemingly hadn’t cared enough to even fill it, the hole was just there next to a small pile of dirt. There were a few distinctive cigarette butts there. I picked one up and remembered seeing that git who shot me smoking one and saying that line which you know he had been rehearsing beforehand: “The game was rigged from the start.” Luckily, I’ll have plenty of time thinking of a comeback while I track down that motherfucker. What does he need that platinum chip for anyways? Hell, what does anyone need a platinum chip for?! Who pays for this shit?
These questions and more were rattling through my skull as I walked down to the Goodsprings Saloon. At the door, I saw an old looking fella and called out to him. Turns out his name is Easy Pete, and we had an interesting talk about the NCR and the Legion. I knew about them, but the memories seem kinda fuzzy. I guess that’s what getting shot in the head does to you. After getting back up to speed with him, I now remember my previous opinions about the NCR and the Legion: the NCR is imperialistic, which isn’t good, but also a democracy, which is good. The Legion are equally imperialistic assholes, but instead of bringing democracy to the lands they conquer, they bring slavery. You could say I’m not a fan. Although I’m not sure about the NCR coming into the Mojave, it’s sure as fuck better than the Legion, and I dearly hope that the inevitable second battle for Hoover Dam goes in favor of the NCR.
Anyways, I entered the Saloon and immediately found myself face to face with a dog and its owner, a cute girl who introduced herself as Sunny Smiles. She was incredibly nice, and true to Doc Michael’s word, she offered to help me with some wasteland survival practice. Now usually I wouldn’t have gone for something like this, but I had only yesterday had my life essentially ended, so I thought it couldn’t hurt. Plus I wanted to spend a little more time with her too. She and her dog took me out back and gave me a rifle and helped me practice aiming by shooting sarsaparilla bottles. Oh yeah, now is as good a time as any to mention that I have a habit of picking up just about everything I find, empty bottles included. I usually keep the empty bottles to fill up with water, and try to breakdown the other junk to repair my weapons and such. Whatever I can’t make use of I sell to whatever vendors I come across. Helps me make a bit extra caps as I’m walking across the wasteland to deliver some package.
Back to the present, the target practice wrapped up and Sunny Smiles asked me if I wanted to help her go clear out some geckos from the spring down south of town in exchange for some caps. I agreed and we went headed south to do the job. After it was done, I filled up some of my empty bottles in the spring and Sunny Smiles offered to teach me how to make some things at the campfire. After gathering up the necessary materials, we sat down and made healing powder, and then talked for a little bit. She told me the best route to Primm (which is seemingly where the people who shot me went) but added that before I left town, I should talk to Trudy, the owner of the Saloon. When our conversation wrapped up, she and her dog headed back up to town, while I stayed back to sit down at the fire and reflect on the day.
After a while, I was dragged out of my daydreaming by a man’s voice. I turned around to find that standing behind me was a man who was looking directly at me. I asked him to repeat what he had just said to me and he did. “My daughter is trapped up on the ridge with geckos, you gotta help her.” I asked him how to get there. He told me and I set off. Now, I had been under the impression that it would be a relatively easy time. I had been killing Geckos just earlier that day and had ran into no trouble. Unfortunately, I failed to take into account that that I not only had help then, but also was only dealing with 3 geckos at a time. Up on the ridge there were almost a dozen, and it was brutal. They managed to do some serious damage to me that I had to heal with some stimpacks. I only managed to beat them all by climbing onto a hill they couldn’t get up and picking them off one by one. Why they couldn’t climb up despite them being much more accustomed to this environment than me, I’ll never know, but it allowed me to survive so I ain’t complaining.
After my heart rate calmed down, I remembered why I was there. For that guy’s daughter. I looked around, but didn’t see any sign of her. It was at that point that I started to become suspicious. I was too trusting of that guy. I didn’t even ask his name before helping him, and here I was, almost dying to save some girl that might not exist. I walked further up the hill and found a strange scene. A sniper post was set out with a refrigerator there and a chair. Clearly someone was intending to be here for a while. Finally I saw her. An adult woman was on the ground next to the sniper post. I was certain that this girl wasn’t that man’s daughter, she was far too old to be. She didn’t have any visible wounds, so I had to check her pulse before I felt comfortable taking her stuff.
My gun was ready as I walked back down the path to where that man was waiting for me. I can’t believe I trusted him so easily. When he saw me, he thanked me for clearing out the geckos so he could get to that stash up there. I guess he had known about the weird sniper post. He started pulling out his gun to shoot me but by then it was too late. I had already blasted him. The fight was over quick. Too quick. I eliminated a man’s life in that moment and it was only just a moment. I can’t help but keep wondering to myself if I would have done that before. Before today. Before my “rebirth”. I’d killed people before in self defense, and this was certainly self defense, but that’s not what I’m uncomfortable with. Rather, the ease with which it was done.
Needless to say, I felt like shit as I walked back into town. The sun was beginning to set when I saw the Saloon. I remembered that I was supposed to meet Trudy. Sunny Smiles had described her as “the town mom”. I stood outside the Saloon, considering entering it, but I decided against it. I didn’t deserve it, not tonight. Since it was now night and I was feeling emotionally and physically exhausted, I needed a place to sleep. I could have probably gone back to Doc Michael’s for the night, but I wanted somewhere where I didn’t have to talk to anyone. I set my sights on the gas station. Evidently this was the wrong choice because the moment I stepped in I had a man and a gun facing me.
I panicked and blurted out “I’m just looking around!” and surprisingly, this did the trick. He put down his gun and explained that he was just jumpy because he was currently in hiding from the powder gangers, a local gang. He was from the Crimson Caravan Trading Company, and his caravan was attacked by them. I told him about my situation too and he sympathized, at least enough to let me sleep on the mattress in the gas station. I thanked him and stumbled over to the mattress, which is where I now lie, typing this all out. Man, what a fucking day. And to think it’s only day one of my “new life”.
Entry 3: Day 2, Noon:
I’m writing this as I eat lunch. I just realized that I basically hadn’t eaten anything (aside from the healing powder Sunny Smiles helped me make last night) since walking out of Doc Michael’s house last morning. At the moment I’m sitting in the Saloon eating, along with most of the town, on account of what just went down. To be specific, what just went down was a gunfight.
I ought to back up to this morning to give some context for what I just wrote. After waking up, I said goodbye to Ringo, who had stayed up all night watching the door, expecting it to break down at any moment with the people coming after him. Specifically, the people who were coming after him were a gang called the powder gangers. They’re former NCR prisoners who were made to do work with dynamite and then used said dynamite to break out and start terrorizing the area. Now, I’m a big fan of what the NCR stands for, but the practice of using prisoners for forced manual labor without pay is disgusting. You know what, I’ll call it what it is: it’s slavery. I hate slavery in all forms, and this needs to stop.
I could go on for hours about this, but frankly it’s not relevant right now. What is relevant is that these people who were enslaved broke free, which is good, but then began to terrorize the local communities, which is not good. Anyways these are the people that were after Ringo. He and I talked a bit more in the morning and I was considering offering to help him, but I decided that I wanted to think it over first. I walked out of the gas station and over and into the general store, where I met Chet, the shop’s owner. I traded some of my excess stuff for some more useful supplies and set on my way over to the Saloon.
As soon as I walked through the door, I heard trouble. A man I hadn’t seen before was yelling at a woman whom I assumed was Trudy. He was saying that the town better hand over Ringo or pay the price. The woman told him to leave and he started walking out the door, where I was. I stopped him and asked him who he was. Said his name was Joe Cobb. He confirmed my suspicions that he was a member of the powder gangers. I quietly moved my hand behind me, grasping at my energy pistol. I asked him what he intended to do with the town should they hand over Ringo. He said that they might massacre the town just for the fun. That was all I needed to hear. I pulled out my energy pistol and shot him right there, and then twice more to make sure that he was dead.
Trudy ran over and said that I may have just brought a whole heap of trouble down on the town. I told her it didn’t matter, because I was going to help Ringo take care of the powder gangers, and I ran out to go to Ringo. After explaining the situation, he recommended that I ask Sunny Smiles for help. I went and did that, and she agreed to help surprisingly easily. She told me to ask Doc Michael, Trudy, Chet and Easy Pete for medical aid, rallying the other citizens to help, supplies, and dynamite respectively. I was able to convince all but Easy Pete. I told Ringo and we all started getting set up.
Finally, they showed up. Six of them, presumably to check after Joe Cobb hadn’t come back. If we beat six of them then they most likely would learn not to bother the town and they would be free of them forever. The gunfight went far too fast and there was far too much for me to really understand what was going on, but I can tell you this much: we beat all six of them and didn’t suffer a single casualty.
And that’s pretty much it. Most of the town is in the Saloon now talking about what just went down, and I’m right there with them. In the commotion of the impromptu celebrations, I found a moment to talk to Trudy and asked her if she knew anyone about the people who shot me. She said that they came in through the Saloon and were apparently rude and disruptive, and went to the east to find a good route to get back to New Vegas. They also knocked over her radio, breaking it. I asked her if I could see it, and she showed me to it. After a few minutes I figured out the problem and got it working again. She thanked me with a few caps.
Anyways, that’s pretty much it for this day. So far. I’m just sitting eating some food listening to the radio while everyone celebrates the defeat of the powder gangers. I’m certainly liking the radio. I wonder if I can listen to it on this pipboy? I’ve yet to figure this thing out fully, so it’s possible. Anyways, that’s it for now, see you next time, whoever ends up reading this (probably just me because I ain’t giving up this pipboy easily).
Entry 4: Day 2, Night: After saying my goodbyes to the good people of Goodsprings, I set out south to Primm in order to inquire with the Mojave Express company about my assignment. On the way out I took a look through the corpses of the powder gangers and found an interesting note on Joe Cobb. According to it, the NCR was planning to attack the powder gangers. Maybe the reason that they attacked the crimson caravan was because they needed supplies to prepare for that. Regardless, I decided to keep the note to give it to the next NCR officer I saw.
I set off for real, and the trip was relatively uneventful. On the way there I checked out the strange cross shaped memorial, and an abandoned shack nearby to it. There isn’t much to say about the rest of the trip. Actually, there is one thing. On the way there I discovered how to work the pipboy’s radio. I don’t think it can broadcast anything but it sure can receive signals. I spent the rest of the trek listening to the sweet sounds of Radio New Vegas, and it’s host, Mr. New Vegas. It was dark by the time I got to my destination.
The first thing I saw of Primm was the massive roller coaster track that marks the town. The second thing I noticed was the NCR encampment blocking the entrance to Primm. As I got closer, I was approached by an NCR solider who told me I wouldn’t be allowed in there. I told him that I had business with a superior officer. Surprisingly, that’s all I needed to say to get in. He told me to talk to Lieutenant Hayes in the nearby tent. I walked over to said tent questioning the wisdom of literally just letting someone in like that, but I certainly didn’t mind my luck.
I walked in and introduced myself to Hayes and told him about the note I had found. He told me that it wasn’t of use to him but that I should meet up with the officer who was organizing the attack. He was near the powder gangers stronghold, a location which I marked on my map. I asked Hayes what the deal with Primm was. Apparently it had been taken over by a gang and they didn’t feel like they had the resources to go in and fix the problem. That’s the other big problem with the NCR: they simply don’t have the resources to go around, and this results in areas that aren’t well taken care of.
The NCR here did actually seem well equipped enough to take care of the gang, but I was unable to convince them of this fact. I sighed and asked if it were alright if I went in there myself and they let me. They let me know that the population of the town was holed up in the Vikki and Vance casino. I walked into Primm sneaking and with my scoped varmint rifle out and loaded. By quietly picking off people and choosing a strategic route, I was able to get over to the casino without much trouble. I walked in.
I found Nash, my employer. I let him know about the situation, and in the ensuing conversation, learned several very interesting things: 1) This delivery was one of 6, each delivering an item equally useless as a platinum chip. 2) all the other packages were delivered without trouble. 3) A “cowboy robot” was the one who hired all 6 couriers. I highly suspect that this is Victor. 4) The courier who was originally supposed to deliver the chip saw my name on the list for the next in line should he refuse the job and he inquired more about me. He then gave up the job and apparently left for the Divide, a place I used to deliver to and from a lot back in the day. 5) The people who shot me passed through here. 6) The sherif of Primm kept a close eye on them and presumably knows something. 7) Said sherif was kidnapped and is being held in the other casino in town by the Powder Gangers.
And that’s pretty much it. Right now I’m sitting in the Vikki and Vance casino with everyone else in town, and it seems like if I want answers, I have to go in there and rescue that sheriff myself. I guess if you want something done in this world, you gotta do it yourself, and that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. See you next time!
Entry 5: Night, Day 4:
It’s been a busy few days for me. Until right now, there hadn’t been any time for writing this journal. When I last left off, I was sitting on my ass in the Vikki and Vance casino preparing to rescue Deputy Beagle. I wasn’t really sure what to expect with him, as everyone in the town seemed to be of two minds about him. Nobody seemed to respect him, but they did seem to be fond of him regardless. He was trapped in the Bison and Steve hotel across the street from the Vikki and Vance, but I decided to take a look around the town first. I found the residence of the former sheriff and in it a grisly sight.
Two naked, headless bodies lay on the bed, with blood splattered over pillows and wall. I’m used to seeing dead bodies, but there’s something about seeing the corpses of people in their own home that just gets to me. They were lying in bed too, perhaps they were asleep and blissfully unaware of what was happening. But then the moment that one of them was killed, the other would most likely hear it and wake up. The last thing they would have seen in their life was the one that they loved most in the world, dead and dismembered. I can only hope that they were too tired to process the thought or that death came too swiftly for them to realize the horror of their situation.
That gruesome thought aside, there was a reloading bench in the house, which I made use of to repack some of the ammo I had gathered into forms that were more useful to me. I tried to hurry it up so I didn’t have to spend too much time in the house. It was beginning to smell. When I walked out of the house and into fresh air, I took one last look back at the bodies. Forcing prisoners to do labor was wrong yes, but there was no doubt that the powder gangers were monsters. I wonder, were all of them even imprisoned for violent crimes? Stealing isn’t exactly harmless, but it’s a far cry from the cold blooded murder of a couple laying in their home at night. Did the person who committed this killing start out that way, or did life in the prison make them that way? I’ve explored some old prisons in my day, scavenging for supplies on my way to and from deliveries. From what I can tell, they seem to be just about the only thing that wasn’t changed by the war.
By the time I had arrived at the doors to the hotel where the deputy was, I had devised a pretty basic plan. I had no idea the layout of the building beyond what I could discern from the outside shape of the building, nor how many goons would be guarding him, so I needed something flexible and sneaky. I had decided on taking a stealth boy to make me invisible for a while and sneak around picking them off with my silenced .22 pistol. The plan went excellently. I managed to eliminate every single one of them without taking a hit. I couldn’t believe my luck, but I guess now that maybe it was more that I was invisible. Regardless, I was able to make it to Deputy Beagle without any trouble.
He was sitting down tied up, and when I went to talk to him, I immediately understood why people talked about him like they did. He’s incredibly sleazy, incompetent and narcissistic. But somehow kinda likable at the same time. Like he might even be a liked member of the community if he weren’t supposed to be their deputy. He asked me to untie him, and when I asked him if he had any information about the men who shot me, he just said that he wouldn’t let me know until we were outside. I sighed and I untied him. When I asked if he would help me out with exploring the rest of the building to see if there were any remaining powder gangers, he claimed that he just couldn’t be of any help and ran out of there as fast as he could. Oh well. I explored the rest of the building and found a few more powder gangers and took care of them.
When I finally left and went into the Vikki and Vance, I found the Deputy telling anyone willing to listen about how he had singlehandedly escaped from the hotel and defeated the powder gangers. When he noticed me approaching he panicked and told me not to worry, he was just about to get to the part where I came in and helped out (he then glanced back to the nearby Primm residents who had been skeptically listening to his story and added “not that I needed the help, of course”). I said I didn’t care about his story and that I just wanted to know what he knew about the people who shot me. He seemed relieved and told me that he overheard that they would be going to Novac, traveling through Nipton. I thanked him, then after an awkward moment, asked when he was gonna do his job as sherif and ensure that the town is safe so that people can leave the casino. The pause that followed was longer and somehow even more awkward than the one that had preceded it.
He attempted to explain to me that he wasn’t the sherif and was instead just the deputy, and that there can’t be a deputy without the sherif and therefore he couldn’t do his job as he had the maintain the chain of command. I was about to attempt to explain how chain of command actually worked, when it occurred to me that the town would probably be better with someone else as a sheriff. I asked him where I should look around to find one and he told me to look for someone resourceful like me, but more of a homebody. Given that the entire town was there holed up in the Vikki and Vance, I figured that every “homebody” would be right there and looked around to see if there was anyone who seemed useful.
It was then that I noticed the cowboy hat wearing robot that lived in this establishment and told visitors about it’s history. I went over to examine it and found that I could reprogram it to act as the town’s sherif with relative ease. I wouldn’t even need to get any supplies, everything I needed was right there. But surely there’s a better option than that. A robot certainly wouldn’t be a coward like Beagle, but it wouldn’t have the human element that a law enforcer really needs. It would just see things in black and white. No, this robot wouldn’t do. I walked over to Nash and explained the situation to him and asked what he thought. He told me that he had heard of someone named Meyers was locked up in the prison that all the powder gangers came from who used to be a sheriff. He felt just as skeptical as me to trusting someone from there, but he thought that it was at least worth checking out.
The alternative of course was the NCR. Now, this was already technically the NCR’s area, but as I had been already told from Lieutenant Hayes, they apparently didn’t have the manpower to even go into Primm, let alone lead it. I figured it was still worth talking to Hayes about it though, see what he can manage, especially considering that I already took care of many of the powder gangers in town. The talk about Meyers had reminded me that I had other business up at that prison. I had to go meet up with Sergeant Lee nearby to help him eliminate the powder gangers threat for good. I set out towards the NCRCF listening to the pipboy’s radio on my way to meet him.
When I did, he quickly briefed me on the situation. And when I say quickly, I mean his briefing maybe lasted a few sentences before we had to go start our raid. The fence of the prison blew up and we (there were a number of soldiers there with us) ran in. I realize now that my descriptions of the battles I’m in is usually relatively brief, but frankly, it’s hard to exactly recount this type of thing. When you’re there in the moment and the bullets are flying past your head, you often aren’t even sure what’s going on. All you know in that moment is that you need to shoot the people who are shooting at you. It gets especially hard to follow when there’s so many people involved, as was the case in this instance. I took down some people, yes, but the soldiers there did the bulk of the work. It wasn’t long after the battle started that the bodies finally stopped piling up. The powder gangers were no more.
Sergeant Lee thanked me for my help and radioed back to Lieutenant Hayes letting him know that the mission was a success. At this point I was free to leave, but I thought I’d take this opportunity to take a look around. I overheard from a solider there that there was apparently a breakaway group of powder gangers who had headed up north and still remained. Not my problem. I found the prison warden’s terminal and started reading the logs. He had been very concerned about the prisoners having some kind of uprising. He felt that he didn’t have enough men to keep them under control as it was, and even worse, the NCR siphoning off the men there for defending Hoover Dam. The very last terminal there was a request to an old friend higher up in the NCR, pleading for more men to be stationed at the prison, because he really feared that something was going to happen. In other words, the rise of the powder gangers was predicted by the prison warden here, but he was powerless to prevent it. He ultimately ended up a victim of not only the powder gangers, but the lack of resources of the NCR.
I considered bringing the terminal to the attention of Sergeant Lee, but he was likely already aware of this kind of thing. The NCR never has enough men to do anything proper, and this results in things blowing up in the NCR’s face, and everyone in the NCR knew it, or at least everyone in the military did. I continued looking around and I found someone not in ncr garb sitting down on a chair, drinking. I walked up to him and asked him who he was. He first let me know that he was a prisoner here and didn’t want anything to do with the powder gangers and wasn’t planning on resisting the NCR at all. I asked his name. It was Meyer.
I told him that I had heard that he used to be a sheriff. He confirmed and told me his story. He was the sherif of a town out west, and found that the law moved a bit too slowly for justice to really be enforced. He claimed that sometimes, to keep people safe, you gotta work outside of the law. So he did. For doing that, he got sent to prison, and he didn’t regret that at all, as he had in fact done the crime, and was therefore willing to do the time. I liked his attitude and philosophy, so I told him about the situation down in Primm and asked if he thought he could make it work. He said that he was interested, but unless he was pardoned by the NCR, he couldn’t do it. That made sense to me, but wasn’t something that could be easily arranged, so I told him I’d look into it and set off.
My destination was the NCR camp next to Primm. I wanted to talk to Lieutenant Hayes about the sherif situation in Primm, and to tell him about the prison raid. The trip there was uneventful aside from a few good tracks on the radio. I gotta say, I’m loving this pipboy and all its features. The radio has made the Mojave a lot less lonely. I wouldn’t mind someone to travel with though. But, it’s kinda hard to convince someone else to live this kind of lifestyle, and I’d feel absolutely awful if anything happened to them because of me.
When I got there and spoke to Lieutenant Hayes about the Primm situation, I suggested that it was possible that someone from the NCR’s could take over as sheriff. He told me that they couldn’t spare anyone there. If they had just one extra squad, they would be able to bring the law back to Primm, but as they are now, they can’t. I asked if they could just radio for an extra squad and I was told that it wouldn’t work, but if I really wanted to I could go over to Mojave Outpost myself and see if I could convince them.
I slept for a bit while at the camp, and when I woke up I set off towards Mojave Outpost. It was to the south west, and on the road there I passed by some feral ghouls. I tried to steer clear of them but one of them ended up noticing me and I had to kill him and the others. I always feel bad for ghouls. From what I’ve heard, they’re just regular people who got super irradiated and their skin began to rot and their voices became gravely. They supposedly can’t age though and don’t have to eat (I’ve heard conflicting stories about that, maybe it varies), and there are ghouls who have been alive since before the war, although I’ve never met one that old myself. I wonder what it’s like to experience that. To go from living whatever life was like before the war to... this. These ghouls have seen factions rise and fall, seen people born, live and die, all while they’re trapped in a body that seems to have already decayed. No wonder some of them go feral, and that’s not even to mention the way that many non ghoul people treat them.
Mojave Outpost was visible from far away, thanks for its massive statue of two figures meeting eachother. As I arrived, I talked to the first solider there and asked him about the outpost. He told me that it was mainly just soldiers and caravans stuck here in a bureaucratic gridlock. He didn’t seem to be too positive about the whole place. I asked him where I could find Knight (the man Hayes told me to meet with) and I was told which building he was in. I was also told about a bar in the other building. I walked into the one with Knight in it.
He was standing behind a desk in front of the door. He asked me if I was a citizen or caravan. I answered that I was a courier. I explained the situation to him. He said that they only had the exact amount of troops there required by the NCR higher ups back west. They quite simply couldn’t spare anyone. Everyone who comes through there was just on the way to somewhere else, and if they weren’t they were just being held up there. The situation seemed pretty depressing. But I kept trying to convince him, and somehow, I managed to use my knowledge of economics to convince him that having a more stable control on Primm would be a good idea. He excused himself to talk to some people on the radio for a little bit, and then after a few minutes he turned back to me and said that it was done. An extra squad was heading out to Primm. My job here was done.
I decided not to leave just yet though. I could use a drink, and there was a bar. So that’s where I am now. I’m sitting down at the bar and writing this. I might go talk to that girl sitting over there. I think I overheard the bartender calling her “Cass”. I didn’t mean to go a few days without updating this, but I guess it kinda turned out that way. Next entry will be much quicker, probably when I get back to Primm. Bye!
Entry 6: Night, Day 4 (Again):
Well, I talked to Cass. Technically, she initiated the conversation. Which is to say she caught me looking at her and asked if I was looking for trouble. I told her I was only looking around, and she responded by aggressively telling me to keep my eyes off. I responded with a sarcastic remark related to how much she had been drinking, and surprisingly she opened up more. She said that she was drinking to forget things, but it only served to make her more angry, and when she got angry, she tended to hit things. Or people. After ensuring that I wasn’t within striking distance, I asked her what she was trying to forget.
She said she was part of a caravan that got attacked, and they burned both everyone in the caravan except her, and for some reason the cargo. I inquired why they would do that. She said she thought it was the legion trying to cut off the supply lines. And she thinks it’s working, because the outpost is, in her words, “locked up tighter than a New Vegas virgin”. No caravans come in, and no caravans come out. I asked if she was out of the caravan business then. She said she was, after that. But there was one problem. She was still stuck here. Despite her caravan being very definitely gone, her caravan papers are still with her, and since no caravans are going through, she’s stuck here. She recommended going up north to the crimson caravan company if I was looking for work. I remembered that’s where Ringo worked. Regardless, I shifted the topic to the outpost in general. She mumbled more about being stuck here, and then complained about the “fucking monument” outside. She said that if the ncr put as much effort as they put into that monument into protecting the Mojave, they might actually be worth the thing. But as it is, it’s just a useless pile of scrap that caesar is just gonna melt down and reshape into a bull (something she suspects is making up for something) when he comes through here. I asked if there was any work around here. She told me to talk to Jackson if I was interested in some kind of running and gunning deal. Otherwise, she told me to go on the roof where I would find “Ghost”, a sniper who apparently spotted something relating to Nipton. I said my goodbye and left.
After getting up, I decided to talk to the people she had told me about. I started with the woman who goes by “Ghost Ranger” on the roof of the building I had been in. Asked her how she was and her thoughts on Mojave outpost. Much like everyone else here, she hated it. Called it one of the worst posts in the NCR. She also told me, with some urgency, that she had been seeing smoke above Nipton. She didn’t think it was the powder gangers, not this south. Unfortunately, they didn’t really have enough people here to send someone out to check it. She asked if I’d be willing to do it and report back what I find. Since I was going to be heading to Nipton on my way to Novac anyways, I told her I would.
I went into the other building to talk to Ranger Jackson. He was a busy fellow, as he was sure to remind me every other word, but he did have work for me. The road out of here needed clearing, and nobody was free to do it. He wasn’t technically allowed to hire me to do it, but he offered to make some supplies “disappear” if I made sure the road was cleared. So I did. This part was extremely uneventful so I won’t say anything other than some bigass bugs got fried by lasers. Coming back was eventful though. I found the corpse of a ghoul wearing some strange robes, and he was carrying an energy rifle which didn’t use fuel at all and seemed to recharge somehow. No idea how that works. Maybe it’s solar powered? Well, I’m not gonna question my new infinitely recharging energy rifle. I headed back to collect my reward from Ranger Jackson, and now I’m off to finally put to rest this whole Primm business. See you next time, Diary!
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