Road to Vegas

Luck is with ol’ Joe tonight because a little further up the road is another trading community… sorta. This one is a lot smaller than the 188 Trading post, but it’s still a welcome sight.

Grub n' Gulp? Sounds like a good night out.

Grub n' Gulp? Sounds like a good night out.

The shed is inaccessible, but the vendors are selling food and water outside. Seems that only travel supplies are available to buy… but that leaves a big hole in the local market because, much like the 188, there is a spare stall here that Joe could claim as his own.

As well as the stalls there are a few spare beds around back in the inaccessible stall that Veronica and I can use.

They weren't cows inside. They were waiting to be, but they forgot. Now they see sky, and they remember what they are.

They weren't cows inside. They were waiting to be, but they forgot. Now they see sky, and they remember what they are.

For some reason, as I try to head off to sleep Veronica sees fit to lurk about in a nearby bush. She’s not very sneaky, and I can see her waiting there… but I’m not about to ask her what she’s doing.

F$%& - What are you doing in th... you know what? Never mind.

Time for bed and... F$%& - What are you doing in that bu... you know what?
Never mind.
Don't want to know.

The next morning we set off again, the road stretching ever onwards to the north.

The old high-roads overhead are actually kind of inspiring. I wonder if the new inhabitants of the wastes could ever replicate them? And I wonder why they were built so high? I guess that the secrets of the Roadmakers died with them.
A pity they are in disrepair because they would be a perfect way to travel without exposing yourself to the local wildlife.

Not that wildlife has been a massive hurdle this trip – it seems that the greatest enemy is dehydration… dehydration, a predilection to calling my gun ‘big iron’ and a burning urge to buy spurs. Spurs that jingle jangle jingle.
I concede that at this stage the repeating songs on the radio may possibly be effecting me subliminally.

On the road again

I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle
As I go ridin' merrily along

Does anyone know how hard it is to write a diary that is even slightly amusing when all you do is SODDING walk for hours on end?!
Pretty goddamn hard.

That’s not to say that there aren’t plenty of interesting looking places off the road somewhat, but Joe isn’t willing to divert from his Vegas road-trip for the mare promise of treasure and almost certain doom…
At least, not without a secure home somewhere close he can drag his loot back to.

They're just to guys and their having a good time. Having a good time. Having a good time.

They're just two guys and they're having a good time.
Having a good time. Having a good time.

As we approach the city I feel more and more excited. It’s obvious why there is more traffic on the roads, because NCR patrols have begun to pop up around the show.

As we walk Joe asks Veronica what her goals are. She says that she just wants to see how people survive in the wasteland – she thinks the Brotherhood is too stale locked up in their underground bunkers and thinks they could learn something from us.
Fair enough. Think of all the wonderful things they could learn from Joe. Running, freaking out, looting civilian casualties of genocide, shooting intellectually challenged mutants, killing puppies and sitting around in my underwear consuming my ill-gotten gains. Who wouldn’t want lessons?

I should open a school…

Must. Keep. Walking.

Must. Keep. Walking.

Veronica, can you carry me?

Are we THERE yet?

Joe’s getting close now. The spire that’s clearly seen from all over the Mojave now towers above us and the fortified walls of the Vegas strip jut up from the ruins. We wonder by the Gun Runner’s garrisoned factory and over to a booth where a robotic assistant sells freshly manufactured weapons for outrageous prices.

How did they get that in there?

How did they get that in there?

I pick up a few weapon mods, including some for an old warn-out laser rifle I picked up from one of the wondering traders.
I’m equally crap at all forms of combat. It won’t hurt to mix it up a bit.

And then at last we’re here. I change into my suit, and put away my weapons. Any specific plans? I ask Veronica what she wants the most… the answer: A new dress.
Okay, baby- Time to hit this town! Booze, gambling and dresses for everybody!

Vegas, Baby!

Vegas, Baby!


3 Responses to “Road to Vegas”

  1. maccesfield Says:

    nice firefly quote. bet you been wanting to do that for a while now.

    • It’s not the first one by a long shot. The Western feel of FO:NV has a slight Serenity feel to it that demands references be made. Quotes like ‘Big Damn Heroes’ and ‘Long as those crates aren’t empty, I call this a win’ are all fairly obvious references to Firefly.

      Having said that, there are lots more references to all sorts of things scattered through out. The reference to Roadmakers in this post relates to Eternity Road:

      I try to pop in lots of little nods to games, music, book and tv – some are obvious, some are more subtle. If a quote under a photo (or even in the main text) seems a little out of place, there’s a chance I’m quoting something (otherwise it’ll just be bad writing :-p )

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