A/N: Thinking progress for my new character in FO: NV: What if a neckbeard/manchild who does roleplays for a living was in Fallout and was the main character of New Vegas? That's fucking stupid...doing it.
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"YES!" A tall man wearing his finest glasses that his father gave him with a small frame of his body raises his arms in the air with the biggest smile he had in his life, dancing around the small table of three men in complete shock that he even got that number on the dice. People outside the table heard the yelling but quickly ignored the sound. "I rolled a twenty, fuckers! Eat that, Master Dragon! Woohoo!"
The young man with bad acne all over his face was holding a written notebook that holds quests for his friends in his hand, "As you raise your legendary sword up to the air, jumping in midair, and slew the Master Dragon's head right off and land to the ground safely," The two other guys moaned and rolled their eyes, complaining under their breaths, "You glared at the lady you just saved from almost being devoured, the lady looks and walks up to you with her pained eyes. She mumbles, "Thank you.". What do you do?"
"That's total bullshit, Vincent cheated to get that roll!" The chubby one with long beard pointed at the tall man named Vincent.
"You're just jealous because you keep getting low numbered rolls, "Sweetie"."
"I told you not to call me that! Only mom can call me that, you may address me: Anthony the Magick Lord."
Vincent chuckled, "The Magic Lord? That's so lame."
"Uh no, it's not because it has a k at the end so...technically, it makes the word cooler than it already is."
The bad acne man nodded, "He kinda has a point, Vicky."
Vincent shrugged and faced back to the storyteller, "I'll hold onto the lady and whispered into her ears, "Everything is fine now, come with me."."
"My character rolls his eyes at Logan and investigates the Master Dragon's lair closely, he's here to solve a case to find the Unholy Pearl and stop those savages from taking over Lady Lake," The man with shaggy jet black hair stares at Vincent, "Not for the ladies."
He smiled, "What can I say? I got to use my high charisma on someone."
The jet-black man smirked, "Yeah, sadly I guess that's why you put it all in strength and looks and not brains."
The men chuckled as Vincent rolled my eyes, "Well, Sir Ethan, if you were so smart then why do you need all us in here to help the case? You sure won't be able to survive the Master's lair."
"Perhaps, I won't...but at least let's be honest you were lucky with that roll. We know that you won't survive it otherwise."
He rubbed his chin and nodded, "I have to say this: I was indeed lucky with that, but does that matter? We won so let's get back and I'll do some...questioning if you know what I mean."
"Sir William investigates the lair, Logan-."
"Vincent!" Vincent heard a familiar voice of a grown man, he held his breath as he watches his father walking up to him with his narrow eyes, "What the hell are you doing?"
Vincent adjusts his sitting and answered in a softened tone, "Well...I'm just playing with friends, dad..."
"The people at that express delivery office has been calling you all day and you have been here doing nothing!"
"Dad, I'm on a quest and I was going to get answers about-."
His father raised his voice and stomped on his foot, "I don't give a damn about your stupid board game, go do that delivery! It's bad enough that your brother is injured because of those damn legions! All I ask you to do with your life is to deliver some mail, how hard can it be?"
"But dad-!"
"Go now! This discussion is over and you better go there as soon as possible or else and I want you to come back home as soon as you do with that package."
Vincent looked down at the ground, crossing his arms, "Fine, I will do as you say."
His father nodded, "Good, now hurry." The man started walking away from the scene and returning to his home.
The rest of the boy sit there quietly, looking away from the uncomfortable scene they witness as Vincent faced them again. Vincent took a deep breath and mumbled, "Asshole..." He got up from his seat, "Sorry guys, I cannot continue the quest, but I promise by the time I'm done with this, we will find the Unholy Pearl!"
"You better and you better not cheat next time!" Sweetie pointed him out.
"Sweetie, you really need to let that go, it was a lucky roll! Face the facts!" The man with bad acne closed his notebook and grabbed his bag,
"Don't call me "Sweetie", Rory! It's Anthony The Magick Lord for you losers if you guys call me that again, I will get my Enclave brother here!"
Ethan nodded in disbelief, "Sure, he will...before NCR shoots him into pieces by Vincent's brother... Hey Vincent!" Vincent looked at Ethan, "Be safe, man!"
He laughed, "I'm Logan the Shadow Warrior of the Beast and I have high charisma and strength, I am basically unstoppable here."
Ethan giggled, "Okay, see you."
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His location was very unclear, he was around the destroyed buildings and waiting for someone to deliver their mail. He was originally supposed to be at the famous Strip, which makes Vincent excited for a second to see the fine ladies that he can seduce, but he was quickly relocated at a place far from the Strip. It was getting later and later, he can see the sun about to set in the west as he patiently waits for someone, anyone.
Slowly, but surely he was becoming impatient and took a deep breath. He thought to himself, "What a waste of time, I could've been banging that girl I rescued for answers instead..."
As soon as he turns his head around, he felt a slam on his head.
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As his eyes were opened, he panicked. He couldn't see a god damn thing and feel claustrophobic with a cloth bag wrapped around his head and his glasses were no longer place around his eyes. Without his glasses, he can hardly see a thing. Someone removed the bag off of his head and what he can barely see, a man with a checkered suit and can smell the smoke from his cigarette with two other men beside him.
Vincent tried to move his hands around but felt a tightening rope around his arms and feet. He realized something: he doesn't believe he's getting out of this situation alive... His heart started racing and looking around the place, he notices a large hole that was dug up. Enough to be a grave and he knew there was no way out of this situation. It was night, no one is around at this time and the place was isolated. He was completely trapped by these people, these people he doesn't even know...unless...
"Is that you, Chuck? It's not funny! Stop it!"
The man with checkered suit threw his cigarette on the ground, stomping on it with a grin on his face, "I don't know who this "Chuck" guy is, but I sure ain't him, kid."
Vincent's body completely frozen, that was not Chuck's voice and there isn't anyone in his life has that voice. He was kidnapped by complete strangers and he can't even see their faces well enough, this fact made him want to crawl into a ball as the small hair on body rises up and a chill on his spine. He can feel tears running down his cheek as he starts shaking in fear. For a second, he thinks about his dad. He wants his dad to come over here and rescued him from this like he always does since Amanda left him alone.
"Please, please don't kill me! I'll do anything! Just...I just don't wanna to die..."
"Can we hurry it up, man? The kid's crying is going to wake someone up." The black man spoke up.
"Maybe the Khans kill without looking at them, but I ain't-a fink, dig?" The man pulls out his silver 9mm from his checkered jacket and points at Vincent's head.
Vincent looked at the man's face with his wide silver-blue eyes, his breathing becomes rapid and his mouth was open. Despite his bad eyesight, the blur of the man who was pointing the gun at him became so clear to him. His eyes, his cheekbones, his hair, his whole face sculpture became clear as if he can see clearly. Vincent couldn't stop looking into the man's eyes piercing into his soul, knowing he was completely powerless and scared to his death.
Vincent mumbled, "Please...please don't do it..."
The checkered man pulled a chip in front of Vincent, "This is your last delivery, kid." He puts away the chip away, "Sorry that you got twisted into this scene, I guess people like you will say "a bad dice roll". The truth is-" He places his finger on the trigger, "The game was rigged from the start."
"Oh god no!" Vincent's last words before the man pulled the trigger, the only thing he heard was a loud bang.
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"Hey, Amanda!" Vincent walked up to the black girl he has been interested in for a while as she was carrying her bag, he gave a bright smile, "How was I last time?"
The girl faces her head down and took a deep breath, "I have to go, my family is moving back to California where they think we're safe and I can't let them wait any longer..." She grabbed her suitcase and her arm was grabbed, "What part do you not understand that I have to leave now?"
"But Amanda, what about last night? You fell into my arms last night and you said we'll be together forever, you won't leave my side?"
She narrowed her eyes at his face and furrowed her brows, "What the fuck did I ever said that? I never said that in my life."
"You did, Amanda!" He raised his voice, "You said you loved me and we...did it together..."
"Maybe in your delusion, you did, but I'm sure we didn't..."
"Amanda, don't act this! Don't act like the other girls! I'm not one of those assholes that just want to have sex with you, I want a relationship with you."
She laughed as she shakes her head, "Vincent, go fuck yourself. I hope you die, I cannot fucking believe that I helped you with your damn problems and this is how you rewarded me. I'm not going to miss you one bit."
"Amanda!" Vincent watches her quickly walking away to his parents, "Fucking slut!" He mumbled and kick the dirt.
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"Ah!" He stood up from the bed, waking from a bad dream and examine the room around him. Unfortunately, he wasn't back in his little home. He put his hand against his head, feeling a painful headache. He felt the bandage wrapped around his head and his head spinning around a bit. What he originally thought was a bad dream, it seems to be true... He was shot in the head by some man for something he was delivering, a chip really. He thought, "How can a shadow warrior of the beast beat something like that? There are no guns in the universe, damn it..."
"Looks like someone is waking up." Vincent turned his head to see a middle-aged man sitting down on a chair, "How you're feeling?"
"Well...I feel a little dazed, but I'm...still shocked."
"That's normal, you just experienced being shot in the head plus I'm surprised they didn't explode your head with the shot with how small you are. Do you remember anything, your name?"
"I know my name is Vincent Patakoi and in roleplay is Logan the Shadow Warrior of The Beast. I was delivering something, but then I was tied up and here am I. My father was should be looking for me any moment by now."
"Uhuh..." He got up from his seat, "And who is your father?"
"Matthew Patakoi, he was one of the best NCR troopers in the Mojave. My twin brother is part of the NCR as well."
"Sounds like you got the NCR on your side, now I need you to get up and walk a bit. Just to make sure everything in your brain is fine. If you fall, I'll be here to pick up. I need you to walk to that wall and then return back to the bed." Vincent slowly put his legs on the side of the bed, lift himself up off the bed. He took one step at a time, struggling a bit of his walking but eventually returning to the bed, his walking slowly became back to normal. "Nice to see your walking is fine."
"Sir, do you have any glasses I wear? I can hardly see you." He nodded and walked out of the room to get a pair of glasses, the man return with a pair of glasses in his hand gave it to him. Vincent place his glasses around his eyes again, having some relief that he can see well again. "Thanks."
"It's fine, you can call me Doc Mitchell. You're in Goodsprings."
"Goodsprings?" He thought, "I never heard of Goodsprings, I rarely really know a lot of locations besides my home. Damn it, where's my dad when you need him?"
"You were knocked cold for a couple of days, good thing you're still kicking, kid. You got really lucky, you know? If it wasn't that robot to dig up your grave while you're still breathing, you wouldn't even be here right now."
"What robot?"
"Some securiton bot named Victor, strange fellow really. You can meet around that small shack, you can't miss the robot, but for now, I need you to rest some more until that headache goes away. It should be gone by tomorrow and then I'll ask you some questions and you can be off your way."
"Well...thank you, Doctor Mitchell, I really owe you my life."
Doc Mitchell smirked, "It's a pleasure to help people out, don't worry about caps, I won't charge you for this."
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Logan the Shadow Warrior of the Beast has finally woken from his long slumber and after being questioned, he was free to leave but recommended to meet a girl named Sunny Smiles and was rewarded with something he only saw from his ghoul friend named Nines Khou had around his wrist, a Pip-Boy 3000. One of the coolest things he ever received and he is totally going to show it off to his friends when he gets home, well...he needs to figure out to get home first really to do all of that. He put on his wrist and didn't realize how heavy it is, but enough to not be any trouble. The doc returned his black leather jacket with leather pants and regular shirt to show off how mysterious and cool he is as his character, his father's favorite weathered 10mm pistol that he took to show off to his friends, his binoculars for his boring job, and the gift of his thirteenth birthday from his mother that she told him it was a holy artifact that was from her great-grandmother that her mother always brag about back in her village: a Vault 13 canteen.
Doc Mitchell asked if he also came from a vault, seeing the canteen, but Vincent was sure that he never came from a vault, let alone seen one in his whole life. He thanked him for helping him and walked out of the house. The first thing he saw from being outside was the sunlight shining on him, the Shadow Warrior smiled and thought, "I'll take my revenge, I may have been weakened but The Beast will never forget! I will attack my attackers with my own bare two hands and this moment in my life, this will be a beginning of a truly epic tale with no one to dragging me down (aka Sweetie crying about me being epic as his characters keep dying from bad rolls). I need to find him and get my great revenge, he wouldn't even see it coming since I have high stealth because of my shadow spells! Now to take my first step!"
As soon as he took his first step, he tripped off a rock, "Oh shit!" He falls on the ground and rolls down the hill to hit on the broken road from Old World. "I think I'll just take it slow from here... That's what the Great Logan will do."
He has a long road from here...