Freeside for life!

Well. That’s disappointing. And by ‘that’ I mean ‘Vegas as I’ve seen so far’.
The ruined buildings are not really living up to the levels of glitz and glamor that tales of Vegas would have you envisage.

And frankly, I should have kept my armor on. Shortly after entering the city some plonker lets out a scream and, ignoring any locals, runs at us with a tie-iron.
It’s not the most impressive attack Joe has endured, but it’s still hardly the most welcoming greeting to a new community. Veronica earns a warm spot in my heart by laying out the would-be thief with a single punch, and I make short work of stripping the mugger down to his underwear. Sweet humiliation. That doesn’t quite seem enough, so I take his body to a nearby skip and drop him in it. Taken’ out the trash!

It seems that I’m not in Vegas proper yet. Or I am, but I’m not in ‘the strip’. Vegas has several suburbs… North Square in the north, West Side (predictably in the west) and Freeside, where I’ve found myself. Most of these are self-contained fortified mini-towns that back onto the strip, but (as luck would have it) Freeside is the one area that actually allows access to the strip.

Obviously the strip and its forbidden fruit are the goal of the trip, but that’s no reason to turn my nose up at Freeside. Let’s see what this joint has to offer!

See this hat, 'twas my cat, My evening wear - vampire bat!

See this hat, 'twas my cat, My evening wear - vampire bat!

First stop is Ralph’s. A full service store that offers a selection of basic weaponry and various small goods. I sell off anything that won’t be of immediate us to me and buy a shockingly fashionable hat for Veronica. Least Joe can do for her after she escorted him all the way here.

The place is only about 50% inhabited, but the various buildings are occupied by various vagrants. Drug addicts, gamblers, homeless and alcoholics sleaze about in the tumble-down apartments. It looks like the vagabonds may be the people who have lost everything in the Casinos on the strip.

It’s lucky then, that someone is trying their best to help out. A group called the Followers have holed up in an old fort, operating a rehab for gamblers and druggies.

They say I had to go to rehab, but Joe said a no, no no

They say I had to go to rehab, but Joe said a no, no no

Want a delicious snack in Freeside? Have I got the stall for you! Rat, Fly, Radroach – he’s got it all!

Rat? This is a rat burger?

Rat? This is a rat burger?

After that tasty food you’ll need a refreshing drink. For just a few caps you can take a refreshing drink from this tasty… err… rusty pipe. Who cares? Just pose!

For just 10 caps a day you can provide clean water for a thirsty Joe.

For just 10 caps a day you can provide clean water for a thirsty Joe.

Further into Freeside lies the road to the Silver Rush (where the Van Graffs sell high-tech energy weapons) and the Atomic Wrangler Casino (the only casino outside of the Vegas Strip).

A shot with the Atomic Wrangler’s crier. Love how unimpressed Veronica looks.

A shot with the Atomic Wrangler’s crier.
Love how Veronica's just giving Joe a disappointed look.

I wanted to head into the Silver Rush, but I think Joe would have been put off by the armed guard that wanted to frisk anyone going in.

If you ain't just a little scared when you enter a casino,

If you ain't just a little scared when you enter a casino,
you are either very rich or you haven't studied the games enough.

Long before New Vegas was New Vegas, the Mojave was home to numerous tribes, all living off the ruins of the old world – all with their own customs and unique memories of the old world passed from father to son. When Mr. House awoke beneath the ruins of Vegas he gathered the tribes and fashioned them into the ‘Families’ that now rule the strip at his behest.

But before House awoke, one tribe stumbled upon an intact building deep inside the ruins of Vegas. Inside they found posters, holotapes, jackets, and a seemingly unlimited supply of hair gel. All of the posters and holotapes where of just one man, whose real name couldn’t be found, but was only known as “The King”. They fairly assumed that the building was a place of worship, and they proceeded to base their whole society around his ‘teachings’.

Viva Las Vegas

Viva Las Vegas
(Getit? It's the name of an Elvis movie!)

The Kings are all over Freeside, and while they normally follow a strict code of suave chivalry, they keep a fairly tight control over the streets and they don’t take too kindly to the flood of strangers from the NCR.

<"]Stay Away, Joe

Stay Away, Joe
(Getit? It's the name of another Elvis movie! God, I'm awesome)

After having taken in the sights of Freeside Joe resolves to take a short break at the atomic wrangler.

Dinner and a show! Now... should I try a little gambling?

Dinner and a show! Now... should I try a little gambling?

Money won is twice as sweet as money earned.

Money won is twice as sweet as money earned.

It seems that Roulette is not my game.

It seems that Roulette is not my game. I should have given Veronica half
the money Joe was gonna bet, then we could go out back, she'd kick Joe
in the nuts, and we could call it a day.

Veronica looks on as Joe goes back to Blackjack to try an win some back. Here's the thing - If you can't spot the sucker in the first half hour at the table, then you are the sucker.

Veronica looks on as Joe goes back to Blackjack to try
and win some of his caps back.
I should have known when to hold em, or known when to fold em
Should have been clever enough to walk away, or know when to run.

Desperately appealing to lady-luck on the slots did NOT improve my situation.

Desperately appealing to lady-luck on the slots did NOT improve my situation.

Well, that’s unfortunate. Over 3000 caps are gone. But Joe’s not TOTALLY wiped out, so he decides to stay the night in one of the rooms in the Wrangler and then visit the strip in the morning. I’m excited to finally see the bright lights of the Vegas Strip!

What happens if you don’t have permission to enter and try to sneak in? That guy running at the gate is about to get a rocket up the tail-pipe.

What happens if you don’t have
permission to enter the strip and try to sneak in?
That guy running at the gate is about to get a rocket up the tail-pipe.


Rah row. Turns out I no longer pass the credit check required to enter the strip.

F#$%ing lame!

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One Response to “Freeside for life!”

  1. maccesfield Says:

    easy come, easy go……..

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