Trapped In the Mojave
James sat in his room, playing Fallout: New Vegas on his PS3,.He was currently on his way to Novac, and on the way he ran into one of the Legion Hitsquads, who immediately started riddling him with bullets after saying how he was marked to death by Caesar himself. "Fuck fuck fuck! Don't die!" he had thought it was a good idea to kill the Legion squad led by Vulpes Inculta in Nipton the first time he had saw them for some experience points, and some good gear to sell or use, also slightly for the fact that they were disgusting wastes of human life, killing a whole entire town because they did not follow their ways, even though he had gained moral superiority and some more gear, he knew there were drawbacks, such as the dwindling depletion of his health gauge.
"Why the hell did I think this was a good idea?" He grumbled, he went into vats to see if he could pick any of the bastards off, his health was getting dangerously low. "Fuck, I should have invested in some more endurance, or gotten out of this shit leather armor that asshole Chet gave me…" he pulled out his laser pistol and watched as it barely did any damage to the armored frumentarii that he had aimed at in the Vault Assisted targeting System, and to add even more insult to injury, he missed a shot. "God damn it" he sighed, he then opened up his character's Pipboy and took all of the stimpaks he had, it always gave him a bit of a humorous take on what his character would be doing in real life, shoving needles into his skin over and over, while dodging enemy fire. "How the fuck would that work? I don't envy the bastard." Unfortunately, the combined slow healing of the stimpaks on Hardcore mode wasn't enough, and Jame's character fell dead, James cursed quite a few times and threw down his controller.
"FUCK, that was my best perma-death character I had, and now I lost him to the fucking hitsquad!" then suddenly, out of nowhere, even though it was a clear night outside, thunder struck, and all James could see was black. When he woke up, he found himself in a kneeling position. "What...what the fuck, what am I doing, where the hell am I?" he tried moving his hands, but they were tied…."Oooooh shit, this isn't good." he looked up and he saw something he thought he never would in real life, he saw a man in a checkered suit looking at him. "Benny…." right next to the tops casino leader was two Great Khans…
"You got what you were after, so pay up." the Khan known as McMurphy said.
"You're crying in the rain, pal" Benny replied
"Guess who's waking up over here?" the other Khan named Jessup said.
"No!" James knew what was going to happen next, he tried the hardest he could to get the hell out of these restraints...he wasn't getting a bullet in his damn brain. He saw Benny drop his cigarette, and put it out he knew the dialogue by memory.
"time to cash out" He said
"Would you get it over with?" McMurphy said.
"Maybe Khans kill people without looking them in the face, but I ain't a fink, dig?" Benny then pulled out the Platinum Chip and flashed it to me. "You've made your last delivery, kid." He put it back in his pocket and reached for something else. "Sorry you got twisted up in this scene." Benny then drew his custom 9mm pistol Maria. James struggled as much as he could. "From where you're kneeling it must seem like an 18-carat run of bad luck. truth is, the game was rigged from the start." Benny pulled the trigger, aiming at James head, all he saw was black.
