Being a courier was only the start of my troubles. Sometimes you would accidentally be sending a bomb, or a mine, or something that would be harmful to me while in the delivery process. However one takes the cake. The day that coward Benny shot me in the head for the platinum chip. I don't remember much before that come to think about it...
However that is the day the Mojave taught me the most important lesson ever to be taught. Never give up. That's when good men die. And even better men are forgotten. Did you know you have a 5% chance of surviving a shot to the head.
That wasn't luck. That was me refusing to die. When I saved Good Springs from those powder gangers. That was the good folks at Good Springs refusing to die.
When I killed those Cesar goons at Niptin. I was refusing those people's hell of being forgotten. When I kicked out Cesar's legion and the NCR, I was refusing them the right to slowly kill New Vages.
When I kicked out Mr. House I was refusing him the pleasure of ruling New Vages with a iron fist.
And that is why I am refusing YOU "Elder" Elijah from leaving this room. You want nothing more than to kill those who you deem unworthy to live. So I refuse to let you leave this room alive. Meet my Big Iron