» Wed May 09, 2012 11:12 pm You're scared, you're outnumbered. So you take some Buff, you pop some Med X. Soon you're doing some Psycho in Vault 3, wondering how you got there. Soon you can't even take on a simple Gecko sober.
It's okay People, I'm here for you. Let me introduce myself.
My name is Rooster Smith. I'm a proud supporter of both an Independent Mojave and the New California Republic. I have braved the dangers of the wasteland for such groups as the Followers of the Apocalypse, Our Troops at Camp McCarran and the many small towns in the western mojave.
My gate way Chem was Psycho. I liked doing more damage to Raiders. Who doesn't ? But soon I needed Med X to keep my health up. Without Buffout I couldn't even tell which end of Missle Launcher was which.
I had the best of intentions, all I wanted to do was make sure Hoover Dam didn't fall into the wrong hands. I wanted to make sure the Share Cropper farms had fertile land. But my biggest enemy was no longer the Legion. It was me.
I guess I hit Rock bottom when I was traveling from Jacobstown to Red Rock Canyon. I had put together a small amount of caps and I had my mind on the Drug Lab.
But I didn't realize that Cass and Rex was had stumbled upon a Cazadors Love Nest. We killed them all, but I didn't realize they were both poisoned.
Rex died first. Cass died in my arms, further down the trail. It was then I realized I had to get sober. I spent the next few weeks in the Mormon fort. Going through withdrawls.
I dreamed every night that Veronica was chasing me through the mole rat farm with a bladed guantlet. But when she caught me I realized it was Ceasers head on Veronicas body.
I'm sure you have your stories. Post them here. You won't be judged. This is a safe place. You're no longer alone.
It gets better.
