I am amused. At how nobody whatsoever from the Caesar's Legion-loving camp is popping up to say how they'd be making a beeline for the legion fort to volunteer to be a skirt-wearing, machete-weilding, NCR-machinegun-charging cannonfodder recruit? Where's the loyalty, boys??
Hehe. All fine and dandy when yer sitting behind your computer warping philosophy to claim how grand and wonderful and altruistic it would be to be Legion... yet when the rubber hits the road, and you face the thought of actually having to BE one of those crazy kilted asshats, without any magical 'courier' superpowers, and with a machete and the Legate standing behind you saying charge those fortifications or die... ayeah. Quite another story.
That's when the low, mean, viscious and extremely undesireable reality of life in the Legion would hit home. "Um, I don't want to be a legion soldier..." Sorry, it's that, or slavery, or death. Choose now, please. "Um, I've been fighting now for years, I think I'll muster out of the legion now and go raise beans or be a layabout..." Sorry, the only retirement plan the Legion has, is death. Carry on...
If it was your real-life ass on the line, you'd all be running screaming to Vegas, California, or some other decidedly UN-Legion part of the west. Mwuhahahahahahaaaa!!!
Hehe. All fine and dandy when yer sitting behind your computer warping philosophy to claim how grand and wonderful and altruistic it would be to be Legion... yet when the rubber hits the road, and you face the thought of actually having to BE one of those crazy kilted asshats, without any magical 'courier' superpowers, and with a machete and the Legate standing behind you saying charge those fortifications or die... ayeah. Quite another story.
That's when the low, mean, viscious and extremely undesireable reality of life in the Legion would hit home. "Um, I don't want to be a legion soldier..." Sorry, it's that, or slavery, or death. Choose now, please. "Um, I've been fighting now for years, I think I'll muster out of the legion now and go raise beans or be a layabout..." Sorry, the only retirement plan the Legion has, is death. Carry on...
If it was your real-life ass on the line, you'd all be running screaming to Vegas, California, or some other decidedly UN-Legion part of the west. Mwuhahahahahahaaaa!!!
I would personally be very scared for my life. I would hope that somebody would accompany me out of Goodsprings and to the safety of the Cottonwood Cove, where I would willingly give myself up. Seriously, as somebody who cannot shoot and can only fight when in a blinding rage, even getting to Primm would be a huge feat. I'd be dead within the hour.