POST-Memory_#2
Memory Complete!
Okay, clearly this moment would have been better if my Memor-a-tron didn't manage to find the Memory Extension if I didn't bring up my Med-x addiction in the first place. Gahhhhhhhhh (Heavy sigh). I swear on my own grave that I am never revisiting that memory again. I know you can't see my face, but if you were to, you'd see a man who's had to both live and suffer through a lot. I've had to fight a lot of enemies, I've even had to fight some of my own allies just to get what I want. But this addiction is forcing me to fight the entire Mojave Wasteland. It doesn't matter if it's a Caesar Legionary or an NCR trooper, or even a Scavenger. I'm having this urge to fight everyone, including myself.
That's what addiction does to you. One moment, your allies recognize who you are and why you're their ally in the first place. The next, they hardly recognize you and then think of you as a threat. It's like this addiction is controlling me like a puppet. When I found that gun in the hotel room, I thought it was going to be the end of my suffering, but it was only an illusion of hope. I don't know if fate planned for that to happened or if some random stranger ran out of ammo trying to defend himself from powder gangers on his way to Novac, but either way, I wanted that gun to have one bullet. Just one.
But then again, if that gun did give me the chance to end my suffering of those nightmares brought by that family of noisemakers, I probably wouldn't be alive right now. But then again, what am I, anyway? Am I really alive or have I been living a lie this whole time? I feel...I feel like I need some time to contemplate on some things. Maybe rethink some of the decisions I've made in my life. But I'll do that later when I have some extra free time. I mean, I am the narrator after all and I do have to move the story along. So, let me just find a random memory that might be of actual value and character development in this story.
CMD: LOAD CONCORDvSNIPER RSP: Loading memory... I think I remember this memory mainly because I was with the same NCR battalion that was searching for either survivors or any Legionary that were still in Bitter Springs. Coincidentally, Jason was also with a small group of Legionaries in Bitter Springs just as we arrived. But I'm gonna tell you the rest right after the memory is loaded up. On with the story!