Ok, so this is loosely based on something that actually happened when I was playing through the game on very easy.
Craig Boone managed to keep his composure as he heard Six recount one of their latest adventures.
"Ok ok, so we're tryin' to make it back to New Vegas right?" He was obviously drunk, the group was staying the night at the atomic wrangler. Although the majority of the group was still at the lucky thirty-eight, Boone, Six, and Veronica decided to go technology-hunting in the areas surrounding vaults.
"And *hic* we had to pass through Sloan to get there. Anyway, we make it to Sloan and everyone starts talking about this 'Deathclaw problem' they've been havin'. So naturally…" He paused, the sniper didn't know whether it was for dramatic effect or if he was going to throw up. It ended up being the second one. The entire table erupted in laughter, Veronica managed to fall out of her chair. Boone had no idea so many people were listening.
"Sorry about that." Six managed to say after wiping his sleeve across his face. "Anyway, naturally, we- I decided we would take it upon ourselves to fix the problem." Gasps could be heard all across the table. "I kn- I know right? So Boone and I are skulking around the area, picking off deathclaws as quick as we can. Which mind you, is not very fast at all."
"And you guys made me stay at the town!" Veronica interjected, mock-sadness in her voice.
"We're getting there, we're getting there. So we decide to split up, which turns out to be a terrible idea. Show of hands, how many of you have ever seen a deathclaw alpha?" Of course no one but Six, Boone, and Veronica raise their hands.
"Right, well I run into one, and manage to piss it off with a few grenades from my baby here." He gestures at his 25mm grenade APW. "Now, at this point I'm absolutely positive I'm going to die. I mean, I'm back-pedaling as fast as I can, launching explosives at this massive nightmare… thing. Boone over there is shooting at it, but it just keeps moving towards me. Like nothing we were doing could even faze it. So I just start sprinting towards the rocky area, hoping to find some cover before it reaches me. And I shit-you-not, as I'm passing underneath a little out-cropping, Fucking 'Ronnie over here jumps out of nowhere and punches it in the face!" At this point the entire room was listening, and they all looked straight to Veronica, who was red in the face from holding in laughter. "An-and then the thing just stares at her! And she's staring right back, I have never *hic* ever seen a deathclaw look so surprised."
Veronica was now on the table with her hands on her hips in a mock-bravado fashion.
"And then…." This pause was definitely for dramatic effect. Wait, no, he threw up again. "Sorry *hic* sorry again. Anyway, and then…"
Veronica decided to interject, "BOOM!" while bending down and slamming her fists on the table, nearly losing her balance.
"That's right," Six continued, "The fuckers head blew straight off his body."
"Bullshit." A member of the audience commented.
Dammit, here it comes.
"Then what is… THIS?!" Six says, pulling the things severed head out of his bag.
"Jesus Christ man! You just carried that all the way back with you?" Someone asked.
"Why yes I did, for the express purpose of proving my st-story when somebody *hic* called bullshit." Six answered.
Well? Tell me what you guys think.