"Benny! What the Hell do you want from me?!?" I yelled. "All I want is that platinum chip you've got there." Benny said with a greaser tone. "You can't have it, Benny! I'm supposed to deliver it to Mr. House!" "You see kid, that's why I want it. I'm going to end Mr. House and take over the Strip. Now give it to me." He said with a stern tone instead of the usual greaser tone. "No." "Well then, I didn't want to have to do this." He raised his pistol to my head. "When you're pushing up daises, remember. This game was rigged from the start." He fires.
"Well, you're finally waking up." The man in front of me is an older gentleman. He has light gray hair and gray mustache. "What's your name kid?" "John." I say. "Huh. Wouldn't have named my kid that but hey, it's your name." He lets out a small chuckle and pulls over a mirror. "Take a look. Make sure I got everything back in the right place." I look into the mirror and see my face. My hair has gotten longer and my beard has gotten fuller but it looks good. My deep black hair goes well with my tannish skin and my average physique. "You did a pretty good job, Doc." I said. "Good. Now get up and go over to the vigor tester. Take it easy, it's not a race." When I get over there I take the test. According to the test I'm rated as having a six in strength, nine in charisma, a nine in intelligence, a four in perception, and a three in agility. Huh. Guess that bullet didn't scramble my brain. The doctor notices this and comments in "Huh. Guess that bullet might've done you some good." Huh. I guess he's right. Now that the test is over, Doctor Mitchelle wants me to go to his living room to take a few more tests. First he asks me what I think of when I hear a word. Then I do one of those ink blot tests. One of them looks oddly like two bears highfiving.
Now that those tests are over, the Doc tells me to follow him to the main exit. "Here. This is all the stuff you had on you. And if you don't mind, I went through your stuff to see anything that can link you to your next of kin." "Thank you.". I respond. "Oh and before you go, here's a couple of things, here's an armored vault suit, a 9mm pistol, and a pip-boy. I grew up in one of those pre-war vaults. Don't really need it much anymore." The doctor said as he handed me the pile of items. I equipped the gear and headed into the wastes.