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Sept. 28, 2020 - Davis Aurini
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Fallout: New Vegas - Part 1

Some folks have requested a Let's Play of F:NV - the video's a bit janky, but the audio's good - what do you think? Should I keep this going?

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Welcome, folks, to Fallout New Vegas.
Let's play with Davis Orrini.
Probably the best game ever made.
So, while we watch these intro slides, let me tell you what we're going to be doing with this playthrough.
It's going to be a couple of things.
First of all, this is going to be the Canon playthrough.
Nothing weird, no murdering important quest characters.
This is going to be if they ever make a sequel to this, and I'm not including Fallout 4.
If they ever make a sequel to this, this is going to be my version of the Canon playthrough.
All the important events, achieving every option, exploring everything, learning everything you can about the Mojave Wasteland.
We're going to be doing that.
As well as doing the best ending that we can, the best out of a bunch of bad options.
Second of all, we're going to be playing my version of the Courier, which is also the Canon version of the Courier.
He's from up north, Montana, Alberta.
He's from somewhere up there.
He knows California, he knows the Mojave.
Never been to Vegas.
The guy's in his mid-30s.
Never had a wife.
Knows how to use guns, knows how to use bladed weapons as an act for science.
And he's very pissed off that he got shot in the head.
Let's get started.
Without a love of my own.
War.
War never changes.
When atomic fire consumed the Earth, those who survived did so in great underground vaults.
When they opened, their inhabitants set out across the ruins of the old world to build new societies, establishing villages, forming tribes.
As decades passed, what had been the American Southwest united beneath the flag of the New California Republic, dedicated to old world values of democracy and the rule of law.
As the Republic grew, so did its needs.
Scouts spread east, seeking territory and wealth in the dry and merciless expanse of the Mojave Desert.
They returned with tales of a city untouched by the warheads that had scorched the rest of the world, and a great wall spanning the Colorado River.
The NCR mobilized its army and sent it east to occupy Hoover Dam and restore it to working condition.
But across the Colorado, another society had arisen under a different flag.
A vast army of slaves forged from the conquest of 86 tribes, Caesar's Legion.
Four years have passed since the Republic held the dam just barely against the Legion's onslaught.
The Legion did not retreat.
Across the river, it gathers strength.
Campfires burn, training drums beat.
Through it all, the New Vegas Strip has stayed open for business, under the control of its mysterious overseer, Mr. House, and his army of rehabilitated tribals and police robots.
You are a courier, hired by the Mojave Express to deliver a package to the new Vegas Strip.
What seemed like a simple delivery job has taken a turn for the worse.
God, what the hell, my head.
You're crying in the rain, Pally.
What the hell is this?
Who the hell are you?
Will you get it over with?
Maybe cons kill people without looking them in the face.
What the fuck are you talking about?
You other assholes, what the hell is going on?
That's my chip!
That's my delivery.
From where you're kneeling, must seem like an 18-carat run of bad luck.
You poetic piece of shit.
That game was rigged from the start.
Where am I?
What?
What's that?
Platinum chip.
Why?
The platinum.
Platinum chip.
It's low there easy you've been out cold a couple of days now I've been much less relaxing Get your bearings.
Let's see what the damage is.
How about your name?
Can you tell me?
Parents, they had data tapes.
Data shapes, they, what were they?
Half-gun will travel.
Paladin.
This old cowboy story.
Cowboy story on data tapes.
Half Gun Will Travel.
name was paladin you can't say it's what I'd have picked oh me neither that's your name that's your name I'm Doc Mitchell Welcome to Good Springs.
My Good Springs.
I know this place.
Wait, what?
Shit, I take pride in my needlework.
It was real.
The bullet was real.
How'd that do?
Alright, folks, I have a safe game.
Right after this, I'm just going to skip over the facial animation.
As I said, I'm playing my courier, my descendant, and 200 years.
We're just going to skip all this and be UGMO for a few minutes.
Then we're going to load the game.
Anyway.
Well, you're most of it right anyway.
Stuff that matters.
Okay.
No sense keeping you in bed anymore.
Did a good job.
Good job, Stockholm.
I'm on them.
I'm on them.
Why don't you walk down to the end of the room?
Over by that figure tester machine there.
Take it slow now.
It ain't a race.
These things.
I thought these were Carney's sideshows.
is this thing looking good so far go ahead and give the figure tester a try all right quick if you get back all your faculties Alright, alright.
I mean, you're the doctor.
Alright, guys, we are min-max in this game.
We are doing Strength of 5, Perception of 5, Endurance of 5, we are doing...
Now Charisma is a dump stat in this game!
It is basically useless.
But there is one event that requires a charisma of seven.
So we are going to increase charisma to seven as the game goes on to achieve that one extremely minor event.
But for now, we'll leave it at five.
Going on, intelligence of eight.
Agility of five, and luck of seven.
This is a game in Las Vegas, after all.
We're gonna be nine by end of game.
That said, There we go, Doc.
That's uh, yeah.
That's where we are.
Got a weird machine here, man.
Look at that.
Maybe them bullets done your brain some good.
Yeah, you got some interesting bedside manner.
Oh, we can, Doc, I...
I wasn't uh I wasn't that smart to begin with, though.
A lot of people think I'm nuts.
All right.
I'm gonna say a word.
I want you to say the first thing that comes to mind.
Dog.
Cat.
House.
Um, shelter?
Night.
Day.
Campfire.
Sure, campfire.
Enemy.
Target.
I mean, Swiss cheese.
Light.
Dark.
Mother.
Saint.
Caretaker.
Okay.
Now I got a few statements.
I want you to tell me how much they sound like something you'd say.
First one: conflict just ain't in my nature.
Well, Doc.
I'm not saying I'm an asshole.
I'm just going to disagree on that one.
I might start things sometimes.
What the?
I ain't given to relying on others for support.
I know that one I can doc, this is weird.
Shoot.
Where.
Yeah, yeah, strong lickery.
Strong lickery.
I'm always fixing to be the center of attention.
Well, shoot, Doc, look at me.
I mean, let's be frank.
That scar, that's that just.
I look even better with it.
So, I mean.
Alright, yeah.
Yeah, I got a bit of an ego.
I'm slow to embrace new ideas.
Well, I suppose it depends on the idea, don't it?
It's I mean, good ideas are strongly disagree on that one.
Good ideas are good ideas.
I charge in to deal with my problems head on.
Yeah, yeah.
Shoot, is that how they sandbagged me?
That, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, fair enough, fair enough.
You got me.
Almost done here.
What do you say you have a look at this?
Tell me what you see.
I don't know.
It's kind of like a chemical reaction or something like that.
Okay.
How about this one?
I looks like something technological.
Last one.
Oh, now that right there, that's two bears high fiving.
That's two bears high fiving.
We both know that.
Well, that's all she wrote.
I don't have nothing to compare it to, so maybe you'd better just have a look at the results.
See if it all seems right to you.
Alrighty, guys, we are doing science, guns, and speech.
And we are going to be doing secondary lockpick and melee weapons.
With, of course, some lockpicking and all that other very good stuff.
But guns, science, and speech.
This is the courier that we are going to be playing.
Smart guy that knows how to sling a pistol.
Before I turn you loose, I need one more thing from you.
Wait, I got a form for you to fill out so I can get a sense of your medical history.
Okay, just the formality.
Ain't like I expect to find you got a family history of getting shot in the head.
Well, Doc, I ain't gonna argue with you.
Doc, I owe you.
Alright, once again, my courier is four-eyed, like me, and good-natured, like me.
They do have the Wild Wasteland down here, but we're gonna be vanilla with this game.
Wild Wasteland's a little bit of fun.
There's a little bit of extra lore in there, but nah, we are just gonna be.
This is my courier.
This is my descendant in 200 years' time.
All right, I guess that about does it.
Come with me, I'll see you out.
Funny, this courier actually looks almost exactly like the guy I was shooting crossbows with earlier today.
Doc, I owe you so much.
I what do I owe you, Doc?
What do I owe you?
Here, these are yours.
Was all you had on you when you were brought in?
I hope you don't mind, but I gave the note a look.
I thought it might help me find a next of kin, but it was just something about a platinum chip.
Well, if you're heading back out there, you ought to have this.
They call it a pip boy.
I grew up in one of them vaults I made before the war.
A pip boy?
Ain't much used to be now, but you might want such a thing after what you've been through.
I know what it's like having something taken from you.
And put this on too, so the locals don't pick on you for lacking modesty.
Never was much my style, anyway.
Doc, I can't even begin a pip boy.
Doc, Mitchell, I can't even begin to thank you for all for patching me up for geez.
What the hell happened to me?
Doc, thank you for patching me up.
Don't mention it.
It's what I'm here for.
You should talk to Sunny Smiles before you leave town.
She can help you learn to fend for yourself in the desert.
She'll likely be at the saloon.
I reckon some of the other folks at the saloon might be able to help you out too.
And the metal fella, Victor, who pulled you out of your grave.
Anyway, you ever get hurt out there, you come right back.
I'll fix you up.
But try not to get killed anymore.
I'll make a point of it.
And yes, folks, we are going to be doing hardcore mode because it's just not worth playing this game otherwise.
Hey, Doc, one last favor.
You didn't have to find a pair of glasses on me when.
Let me see.
What are these?
Oh and...
Hey Doc, can I borrow the magazine?
I'm going to borrow his magazine.
Oh, thank goodness.
Let's.
We are going to load the game right now, folks.
And we are going to go grab Doc Mitchell's magazine and reading glasses.
Thank you very much, Doc.
That was mighty neighborly of you.
Mighty, mighty neighborly.
Now let's get dressed.
We are going to put on this.
Yes, we got a bunch of stuff.
We're going to put this lightweight leather armor on.
And there we go, reading glasses.
Now, there we go.
A cowboy named Paladin.
And let's...
Thanks for getting me upright, Doc.
I'm headed out.
Ugh!
sun is brighter than it needs to be.
Okay, where the hell am I?
Good Springs, he said.
Good Springs.
Good Springs.
I've heard of this place.
This was.
Shoot, where'd I hear about this?
Wait, what the...
what the hell is that?
What the hell is that?
Howdy, partner!
Might I say you're looking fit as a fiddle?
Well, I feel about 20 bucks right now.
Wait.
You're that robot that dug me out of the grave, aren't you?
I think I owe you some thanks.
Don't mention it.
I'm always ready to lend a helping hand to a stranger in need.
Well, that explains that white hat you got right there.
Partner, how'd you happen to find me?
I was out for a stroll that night when I heard the commotion up the old bone orchard.
Saw what looked like a bunch of bad eggs, so I laid low.
Once they had run off, I dug you up to see if you were still kicking.
Turns out you were.
So I hauled you off to the dock right quick.
Bad eggs is one way of putting it.
There's this clown show man.
He's wearing this flashy suit.
Flashy suit in the middle of, uh, we're not in Vegas right now.
A bunch of great cons behind him.
Do you know who those guys were?
Can't say that I'm familiar with the rascals.
Some of the fine folks in town might be able to help you out with that.
Alright, I guess I'll look around a bit.
Say, Victor, how do you wind up in this place?
Good Springs, right?
I wasn't in town, oh, 10, 15 years ago.
Before that, I.
I can't quite seem to recall.
Ah.
Anyway, it's a right, peaceful town, and I reckon it's as fine a place to settle as any.
I'll be frank, Victor.
My noggin's still aching, so can't blame you for not remembering things.
Do appreciate you digging me out, like I said.
say just one last question I've never seen what sort of model robot are you anyway I'm a securitron.
Rob co-secured the model 2060B.
If you ever see any of my brothers, tell him Victor says, Howdy.
Well, I'll make a point of doing that.
Goodbye, Victor.
Thank you.
Thank you.
You have a good afternoon.
Happy Trails!
Alright, so...
What did the doc say?
Sunny Smiles?
Sunny Smiles.
Over at the bar.
Now, alright.
Folks, funny story for you.
I've actually been to this bar.
Good Springs is a real town.
It's mostly a ghost town.
It actually does not look too dissimilar from this.
I have been to this bar.
Drank there with a very beautiful girl.
Then I drove up into the hills north of the city.
I saw a checked out some satellite arrays, saw a herd of wild horses, I saw some burrows.
Might have spotted a drug compound, actually.
It was a good fine time southwest of Las Vegas.
But anyway.
Easy Pete, you say.
Greetings to you, sir.
How's it going?
What can Easy Pete do for you?
Well, I tell you what, I'm looking for those.
I'm the guy that just got shot up on the hill.
You know anything about those folks who attacked me?
The one in the fancy suit seemed to be calling the shots.
Yeah?
That's as much as I know.
Other folks in town might know more.
Word of advice, though.
If you ever catch up with him, watch out.
The man's got cold eyes like a snake.
Can't be trusted, I'd say.
I'd say you're about right about that.
Easy Pete, you said.
Why'd they call you that?
Was a prospector until I decided to settle here to get away from the NCR.
Now we'll just take it easy and help out with the Brahmin and Bighorners.
Prospector, like gold and silver?
They're still doing mining out here?
Nah, nah.
Means I poke through old buildings looking for working tech and such.
Some folks just call it salvaging, but never like the term.
Way I see it, salvage means it's broken, near worthless.
Me, I look for the good stuff: guns, chems, spare parts, good money in it.
They call them drugs where I come from, but uh, anyway, you ever find anything good while you were prospecting?
No.
Had a pretty good claim once, way out east by the river, but got off raiders.
Eventually got too old to keep going out.
I feel that.
I can't believe I'm vertical right now.
Hey, you're mentioning the NCR.
Like, I know a bit.
I've been out to California before, I think.
What's wrong with them?
Don't get me wrong.
The NCR's got a lot of decent folk in it.
It's just that they make you part of them, whether you like it or not.
Towns like Good Springs and Prim don't stay independent for long.
Not if you've got something the NCR wants.
Still, the NCR keeps the Legion away.
Wait, wait, the who?
They keep the Legion away?
They're slavers, led by a guy named Caesar, or Kaiser.
Not sure how you're supposed to say it.
A couple of years ago, they tried to take over Hoover Dam, but the NCR beat them back.
The NCR didn't or couldn't finish the job, though.
The Legion's got its strength back and is getting ready for another round at the dam.
My money's still on the NCR winning, but you never know.
We've been hearing stories about Legionaries on the Nevada side of the river.
So keep a gun handy.
You don't want to get caught by them.
Well, keep that in mind.
No offense, ECP, to try and avoid getting involved in local politics, you know what I mean?
But Hoover Dam, I read about that once.
That's something pre-war, ain't it?
What's so important about it?
The dam powers a lot of New Vegas.
And then there's all that clean water lying in Lake Mead, too.
Anybody who owns the dam owns the territory.
I can't believe we're still fighting over ancient history, but yeah.
Same anywhere I go.
You said ba bighorners?
I know a brahmina.
What's the bighorner again?
Meet and hide mostly.
Can't put it back on them.
They just lay down until you take it off.
I gotta respect that.
Find a bunch of wild ones high up in the hills, but gotta be careful around them.
They can put up a decent fight if wanted.
I like them already.
Say, that robot that dug me out of my grave.
You know about him?
The machine?
Harmless.
No matter what Trudy says.
She thinks it's hiding something.
But I think it's just a broken down relic with no place to be.
Probably why I like that thing.
And probably I like you, Easy Pete.
It's been a pleasure chatting with you.
Thank you for the advice.
Keep your gun handy if you go poking around some of the abandoned places around here, like the schoolhouse.
Critters move in there sometimes.
Well, keep that in mind.
Stay easy, Easy Pete.
And folks, I'm just gonna do a quick save.
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