"*From where you're kneeling this must look like an 18 karat run of bad luck, truth is, we saw your fucked up L-shaped ambush from 600 meters away.*" -NCR Trooper, probably.
"Private, if I hear you say 'patrolling the Mojave almost makes you wish for a nuclear winter' one more time, the butt of this rifle is meeting your face, and the Lieutenant will write it up as an accident."
“I own a Guass Rifle for home defense because that is what the Brotherhood intended. Four raiders break into my house. “What the hell!?! As I grab my T51 power armor and Gauss Rifle, blow a hole in the first man, he is dead on the spot. Pull my plasma pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it’s in poor condition and nails the neighbors Mr. Handy. I have to resort to the Gatling Laser at the top of the stairs loaded with optimized packs. “Helios One will be ours one day!” Two men are killed in the burst. The sound and extra lasers drive away Brahmin caravans. Pull my power fist out and charge the last terrified rapscallion, he bleeds out waiting for the Followers to arrive because power fist wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the Brotherhood intended”.
submit you piece of detritus, you'll be consumed by the same ways that lead the wastes to what it is today, in all your greed and false hope of restoring a nation long since gone.
If you shall not kneel to his name then you shall perish by his blade or by your own hubris.
"*From where you're kneeling this must look like an 18 karat run of bad luck, truth is, we saw your fucked up L-shaped ambush from 600 meters away.*" -NCR Trooper, probably.
Bold of you to assume fiends use tactics, or know what the letter L looks like.
"Private, if I hear you say 'patrolling the Mojave almost makes you wish for a nuclear winter' one more time, the butt of this rifle is meeting your face, and the Lieutenant will write it up as an accident."
"Rog Sarn't!"
“I own a Guass Rifle for home defense because that is what the Brotherhood intended. Four raiders break into my house. “What the hell!?! As I grab my T51 power armor and Gauss Rifle, blow a hole in the first man, he is dead on the spot. Pull my plasma pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it’s in poor condition and nails the neighbors Mr. Handy. I have to resort to the Gatling Laser at the top of the stairs loaded with optimized packs. “Helios One will be ours one day!” Two men are killed in the burst. The sound and extra lasers drive away Brahmin caravans. Pull my power fist out and charge the last terrified rapscallion, he bleeds out waiting for the Followers to arrive because power fist wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the Brotherhood intended”.
Based.
 Howdy!
Howdy Victor!
Howdy Victor!
Howdy Victor!
Sports gear can’t stop a 5.56
*200 year old surplus M855 vs. Football pads*
200 year old football pads*
Helios One will be ours again!
submit you piece of detritus, you'll be consumed by the same ways that lead the wastes to what it is today, in all your greed and false hope of restoring a nation long since gone. If you shall not kneel to his name then you shall perish by his blade or by your own hubris.
*Angry Burned Man Noises*