This is my own twist on New Vegas, with some of the locations in the game and some of my own, and the same with characters.

I don't need to tell you about the war that plunged us into being a state of post nuclear war.

I may need to tell you that war never changes.

After everything was bombed, barely anything left of use, couldn't everybody get along and help each other? No. To this day, money is everything, or should I say, CAPS are everything. Wealthy people of the Mojave Wasteland rule, as well as the ones with the big armies and the huge guns. I've never cared for making a big name for myself. I only took the job for the 5,000 caps that were in it for me. You see, there were six couriers provided jobs with the Mojave Express, told to deliver strange items. They had a seventh item, an item they had told nobody else about. A small package, about five pounds, with God-Knows-What inside. That's all I can remember. That is, before the ambush. A landmine is what started it, and when I stepped on it, I flew backwards, only happy to have legs. The rest... I'd figure out. I'd figure out who that man in the checkered suit was and the rest of the details of my life before this. But for now... well, it's time I pick myself up off the ground and start the rest of my life.