Hometown

by SydMarch

Not related but kind of is a sequel to Message Man. The courier finally gets to his destination, expresses his feelings but then moves on to New Vegas

Hometown

It's been a long time since I've been here, my hometown, Nipton, my second visit, I met the fox and my third and final visit, and everyone's long dead. But you know, things change. I've given up on being a courier for now, but it's forever in my heart. I can't stand the smell, for it reeks of smoke and bones.

I've decided to travel to New Vegas, but first I must find a bar, get pissed, get laid by some women then fuck off to the next town, actually scratch the last one, it never happens, I never get laid. So here I am, walking, like speed walking, I've given up on life and I've become one with the madness. Oh look a tin-can, I hate tin-cans now. I squint my eyes at it and drag my feet in the dust, I look like a Brahmin in the heat. I growl at the inanimate object. What has my life become? Well other than the random quests and the getting drunk every so often.

So I'm walking just randomly and I see this light in the distance, New Vegas baby. Bless the bombs. I'm running, I think of all the wonderful moments I will have, sure I've been here before but the thought of coming back here after travelling feels so welcoming, it feels like a mother welcoming a child back after a trip. I storm through the gates, fuck the robots, actually don't they will kill you. I just smile and wave, they are probably terrified of me, if only robots could feel. First stop, the atomic wrangler. Now I see the Garret siblings, I smirk, they know what I want, twenty one beers. Now I look down and realize I'm short on caps. Oh no. I shrug it off and pay for five beers, I laugh as I grab my beers and walk my way into the gate for the strip. The NCRs look at my funny, heh, I walk right in there. I plan to get a room at the vault baby.

I stroll into there asking for a room, I try to be seductive but my pouty face looks like a monkey's ass and that fails so I have to pay. Anyway I go to my room, drink my beers and listen to the radio. I pass out at some time, what a fun week I had. Can't wait to redo it all again, but let's scratch out the tin-cans.