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VagueRant posted:Really distracting seeing the drawn card faces next to the godawful and very different in-game models. It's maybe not the most intuitive way to do it but I really like the cards and I want to give them a little bit of "air time" Acebuckeye13 posted:This better be some clever misdirection because this LP would be criminally incomplete without an appearance by FISTO. You may or may not be drat right 2house2fly fucked around with this message at 02:13 on Oct 5, 2016 |
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2house2fly posted:I sure don't want to drug a baby to sleep; the only soporific we have around the young one is me. Do you have to do anything specific or is your presence enough to do the trick?
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2house2fly posted:I sure don't want to drug a baby to sleep; the only soporific we have around the young one is me. Oh I know that feeling, the only way my baby brother used to fall asleep was when I walked him around the house not even our mum could make him go to sleep that fast.
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2house2fly posted:It's maybe not the most intuitive way to do it but I really like the cards and I want to give them a little bit of "air time"
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XXVIII: Sex & Drugs Drugs are everywhere in Freeside, and even people you might not expect have become addicts. Jacob Hoff, for instance. That man was a brilliant chemist before he picked up the habit. Now, just another junkie. That King Pacer's a fan of Jet, too, though I heard one of the Followers talking about it being dangerous for him. Something about his heart. Do yourself a favor, and stay away from that stuff, okay? -Rotface Wandering through Freeside looking for one of the druggies the Followers want us to help, we spy this heap of trash outside Mick and Ralph's:     : Ha ha ha, oh that's rich. You're not exactly my type, no offense. No, I meant I could give you a tip. Earn my money, so to speak. : You look like you're new around here, so I'm sure I know all sorts of things you'd find useful. If not, well, it's only a cap. So what do you say?What the hell, we toss him a cap. : The first thing you should know is that Freeside is run by a pack of yahoos that call themselves the Kings. Their leader, who oddly enough calls himself the King, currently has his hands full trying to prevent an all-out riot in Freeside. That's two tips, but what the hell. You're a new customer so the extra one's on me. Wanna hear another?Two tips we basically already knew. But if you keep feeding him caps he actually does know a lot of stuff. : The NCR used to run a prison to the southwest, but something happened a little while back, and now all you'll get is hard looks if you ask about it.: I heard something about a town south of here being attacked, but details are sketchy. All I know is there haven't been any refugees showing up here. Which means either the attack wasn't too bad, or it was very, very bad.: There's a rumor that a huge army is camped to the east, massing to attack the NCR. Like that'd ever happen. Who in the world could stand up to the NCR and win?He doesn't get out of Freeside much. Anyway, this isn't helping us find our drug addict.  Even in a slum like this, we see the joy of simple children's play. That boy's even found a little toy ray gun, how cute.  This rear end in a top hat spoils the mood.  This is Dixon, the guy who keeps Bill Ronte at the bottom of a bottle. Maybe the other addict is somewhere nearby.  Yep, in the building right behind him. The quest arrow pointing right at him somewhat spoils the idea of looking for him, to be honest.    : Julie is a saint, but I don't need help. I feel young and strong, as long as I get my chems. : Why stop? I feel great! No worries. My guy will be here soon enough, just wait. : If I had two caps to scrape together I'd buy the materials to make my own, but my drat hands won't stop shaking. This guy named Dixon. Something about him seems sketchy, but I can't stop now. Last time I stopped, I felt like I was going to turn inside out. At this point, I'm mostly buying his stuff just so I don't feel sick. Speaking of which, do you have any spare caps?Wow, yeah, sounds like he feels great. Well, we know Dixon's jet is poo poo, God only knows what's in it. Why not ask him?    : Yeah, man. Those cats are out of their domes addicted to my poo poo. They can't get enough. Pretty hilarious to watch. : Those fools are from NCR. I love seeing those squatters in agony. We were doing just fine before those shits came here and made a mess of things. We don't need NCR eggheads wandering around confusing things.Dixon's just a patriot at heart. The things he's doing are good after all!  : Really? Aw, you're such a saint. You know what? I might be willing to stop if there is something in it for me. We could use our Speech skill to make him think we'll spread a rumour that he's working for the NCR, but we've got all those fat stacks from the Atomic Wrangler burning a hole in our pocket... : 300 caps and I'll stop selling to them. Otherwise, it is just too much fun watching them spiral downward. : Hey, nice doing business with you, Mr. Moneybags. Good luck getting them healthy. If they don't get a whole lot of fixer soon, withdrawal will kill them.He makes a good point- as we've discovered ourselves, addiction is no joke. If we don't want Jacob Hoff and Bill Ronte to have a permanent -1 to their Agility and Charisma we'd better help them kick this thing.  : What?! I need a fix now! : Fine. If you really care so much, then get me some shots of Fixer to calm down these shakes. I'm gonna need at least ten shots to get me through the week. From there the Followers should be able to help.Ten shots of Fixer?! Get the gently caress out of here!  A decent speech score would convince him to just go cold turkey. Sadly, we don't have a decent speech score... : Get the hell out of here. Think you're one of the Followers of the Apocalypse or something? Luckily, our scientific knowledge allows us to come up with another solution that doesn't require us to hand over ten Fixers. Are there even ten Fixers in the game? It's an incredibly rare item. : Never thought about using that combination before. Should be able to get through this with that.He's cured, more or less! : I'm going to head to the Followers' fort to get some rest and detox. You've saved my life, friend. Jacob Hoff will be back on his feet in no time, brewing up nice drugs for the Followers. Feeling good about helping him, we head over to old Bill Ronte near the Atomic Wrangler.     : Sissy?! Real men can hold their liquor, and I'm double-clutching mine!drat, we're going to need to give him some stuff as well aren't we.  : What the hell? Why? I need alcohol, man! I'm gonna die if I don't get a drink! : The only way you can help me now is a load of detox chems.Yyyyyyyup : At least a couple doses of Fixer, a bottle of whiskey, and Rad-Away. I can take doses of Fixer and Rad-Away to gradually flush my system over time while drinking decreasing shots of diluted whiskey. This poo poo better be worth it, man. Coincidentally, this means we get to keep the precious Radaway. : Man, you're one hell of an egghead. If you think it'll work, I'll give it a shot.We hand over the goods. : I've felt like I was dying these past weeks off and on, but the worst is yet to come. In a few days though, I should be free. I'll head over to the Followers and see if they will help me through this.He rushes off to the Followers' fort to get cleaned up and fix the water pump. We amble on after him to collect our reward.    : I saw them. Thank you so much for helping them. This means a lot to the Followers of the Apocalypse. You have our thanks. If you need some medical supplies, come see me. With Jacob working with us, we should be able to spare a stim or fixer once a day.She's less impressed when we mention we're working on a supply deal with the owners of the Atomic Wrangler. : They supply Freeside with drugs and liquor. From my point of view they're just better-organized pushers. Upgrading their stills would increase their supply of liquor and chems. How does that help Freeside? : Good point. We wouldn't be paying anything for their supplies, just a portion of our food waste to make ethanol. We get food from nearby wasteland farmers in exchange for medical services, so we could put our caps back into helping Freeside. So she's still not thrilled about it, but... : Tell the Garrets we'll keep their stills running if they provide us with supplies. Thank you for arranging this. You've been a godsend.Thanks to our assistance, Julie can spare one item:  I loving Love Radaway  Walking out of the fort, we come across a group of people huddled round a burning trashcan. Since we're in the middle of the desert they might want it as a light source? You'll frequently see people warming themselves in front of a fire in the blazing sun  and it's weird. Just an AI thing from Fallout 3 they forgot to take out of this game I guess. Anyway, this grotesque abomination is hanging around near the fire:  His appearance rings a bell... Francine Garret was warning us not to make fun of someone's lazy eye for some reason, wasn't she... I've heard the Garrets over at the Atomic Wrangler are having a hard time collecting some money owed to them. An enterprising person like yourself might be able to make some caps helping them with their little problem. -Rotface Oh that's right. You know, thinking about it, collecting debts would be good for the debtors as well. It would get a weight off their backs, let them move on and begin again. And do we really want someone less nice than us going around collecting those debts? OK, we're not doing the prostitute quest but we can do the debt quest very quickly.  Christ, that's not a lazy eye, it's downright narcoleptic.   We could beat him up, or make him give us his clothes, or make fun of his eye until he attacks us... but that would be rude. Let's move on with our Morally Good Quest To Collect Money. Elsewhere in Freeside is the classiest looking man to ever hang around in the middle of the night hoping someone will give him money but not murder him:   A smooth latino accent, his voice rich with confidence. It feels a shame to puncture it like this.   : Santiago does not owe anyone. Santiago is a Freeside VIP.Yeah. A Very Impoverished Pinhead.  : How do you suggest Santiago does this?Out of nowhere, just because we were thinking about how repulsive that prostitute quest was, we blurt out:    Oh. That was easy. Just one more to go.  It would make sense for someone who owes money to hang around somewhere where there's likely to be a lot of rich people passing by to beg for cash. And where are more rich people likely to be passing by than the gate to the Strip itself?  Here it is, the entrance to the glitz and glamour of the New Vegas Strip. Behind this gate is an ocean of neon, drowning out the stars; an oasis of light and noise in the middle of the desert. The tower of the Lucky 38 casino keeps watch like a lord guarding his domain. And somewhere in there, so close we can almost taste him...  We'll be seeing you soon, Benny. For now, though...  Yup, bunch of beggars around campfires.    : I haven't the time to speak to commoners such as yourself.She doesn't come across as inherently likeable as Santiago.  : In that case, I suppose you're here to collect. I apologize, but I simply do not have enough caps on me to cover the debt. If someone were to recover my caravan from that cave, I could easily pay in full, but who would bother with such a mess? Come on... do you really want to extort the poor lady? We can go grab some supplies from a cave, no problem. : But what about those nasty critters? If you have Wild Wasteland active she'll mention that she's specifically worried about R.O.U.Ses- rodents of unusual size. You can probably guess how you reply to that. : Very well, but please do be careful. I will be returning to California to start anew. If anything is left of the caravan, please keep it as a show of thanks for your kindness. It is so rare to meet good friendly people in the wastes. Here is the last location of the caravan. Good luck. It's like fifty miles south of Novac. gently caress that, we'll just make up the amount Lady jane owes from our own fat purse. Hopefully she plays smarter with her money in future. As we begin to head back to the Wrangler, having taken care of all the debts, we're accosted by a panhandler.    : Those bots are programmed to vaporize anyone who enters the fenced-in area without authorization from the greeter. : The name's Old Ben. I've been living in Freeside since the day I was born. I'll tell you what his story is: highly contradictory with the lore. I'm not sure to this day if Old Ben is just spinning tall tales or if he was written before the history of the area was really nailed down. : I've done a bit of everything around here - courier, butcher, crier, escort, gun for hire... Some of which I'm not proud of, but I do my best to help around town when needed. The stupid Skyrim meme reached back in time and infested this game somehow. : Exactly one of the reasons I got out of that job. Too many shifty characters looking to have someone else move their hot items.He's right- look at what happened to us. You could be carrying anything, from anyone to anyone. A good courier probably gets into the habit of not asking too many questions, dropping off their delivery and getting out of dodge.  : My father ran a butcher shop here in town, but business went downhill when another vendor started selling this strange meat at half of our prices. : You're telling me. Not long after my father's shop went under and he passed away from the loss, people around town started experiencing shakes. No one gets shakes like that unless they're eating human flesh, but no one would believe me. The sick bastard gradually went insane and passed away. Wasn't long before someone moved into the guy's place and found half-buried human remains in the crawlspace. I didn't bother saying told ya so. : After a while I made enough money to get a passport into Vegas. Back then you could get approved for entry for a fraction of what it costs now. Well, I got a job working as a crier outside of The Tops advertising for the local talent performing at the casino. That didn't last long. : Well, being a suave young guy, I chatted up the ladies from time to time, and one of the managers' girls started to take a liking to me. I never touched the woman, but the jealous prick decided it was my time to go. He framed me by saying I'd stolen from the casino. Sure enough, a few grand was missing from the casino vault. I have to assume the bastard stole the funds and figured I was a convenient fall guy. : Yeah, poo poo indeed happens. I was stripped of my casino apartment and all of my belongings and booted back into Freeside. From there I didn't have a lot of career options, as my rep was destroyed. So, the escort job sort of fell into my lap, no pun intended.OK, so Old Ben was a crier for the Tops, which as you will recall was established in 2274, seven years prior to the beginning of the game, when Mr House kicked all the bickering tribes out of the Strip and refurbished it into a civilised gambling town. Let's listen on to Old Ben's story...  : Well, I supposed you could look at it that way, but I was packing a whole different kind of heat. No, escort just sounds better than man-whore. : Yep. I was drat good at my job, too. But after a while I just felt like a piece of meat and had to quit. : When I quit the escort job, I had enough money to buy a pistol belt and some other gear. Bodyguards make a good honest living, and I had the wits and physical build to handle most thugs. After saving a few tourists from trouble, I got a reputation for being a stand-up guy again, and after a decade managed to save up enough to retire.Did you catch that? After a decade. This is after he supposedly worked as a crier for the Tops. Lying bastard! Wait, he was an escort? Hmm...  : I'm retired, but life has been a bit dull without some kind of action. What's the job? : Ah, I get you. So you think because of my past escort work, I'd be interested in that kind of thing? I got out of that work because it just made me feel empty inside. What makes you think I would ever go back to that degradation? : I never put much thought into the well-being my clients got out of my services. I suppose they only get as much as I put into it. Tell Garret I'd be happy to start at the Wrangler immediately. This should be a nice change of pace from retirement.So we get to feel good about hiring prostitutes after all. Think about your clients, man  Our warm glow is disrupted by a Freeside local deciding that he's had enough and rushing the gate.   We don't need to see the carnage that ensues... suffice it to say he doesn't make it.  We're hungry so we head to the Followers' Fort to see if anyone has any food there. I mean, we've got food, but someone might have free food.  Good old Beatrix offers some advice as we walk in.  : Longing makes the heart grow fonder, but I've always been a fan of hog-tying my lovers to make sure they can't escape.Caught a rumor the other day that some of the clientele over at the Wrangler have been making some rather strange requests. Stuff like weirdos wanting the, ahem, services of ghouls and such. I almost have half a mind to volunteer myself, sexy beast that I am. -Rotface Well hell, no harm in asking.  : They already have that pig McCaffery working for them. Do they need another guard? : I've escorted my share of idiot tourists around Freeside. Too much trouble for what it pays.She makes the same dumb mistake we did talking to Old Ben.  : I'm all boot knives and leather, friend - and a ghoul, besides. What kind of weirdo wants what I've got? : Weirdos into bullwhips and necrosis, eh? Doesn't sound half-bad... What am I thinking? I'm no whore, and I ain't about to hand my rear end over to some penny-ante hustler like he owns me. : Now you're talking. I suppose I could sleaze it up a bit for their customers if it means I have a non-stop supply of drink. Tell the Garrets I'm in. I'll make my way there shortly.I'll be honest, I'm not entirely comfortable talking an old woman into selling her body, but nobody's holding a gun to her head. Just a... bottle of whiskey. She's tough, I'm sure she'll be fine.  You can say that again, friend.  You know, the Kings are really not a bad group of guys. Sure they're rough around the edges, but they carry themselves well, they help out when a thug attacks, and they've got style.  Maybe it's time to pay a visit to their headquarters. It's the brightest spot in Freeside, quite literally. And they're sure to be welcoming to a cat as cool as yours tru-  Where did our money go??   We chase the miscreant but they just have too much of a lead. I don't think there's any way to get your money back short of killing them, and that just seems too mean. By the time we give up we're outside Mick & Ralph's. He might not look it, but Ralph from Mick & Ralph's is no slouch with a keyboard. I've heard he's helped reprogram several robots in his time. -Rotface Since we're on a roll with hiring prostitutes for James, we might as well complete the set and see if Mick and/or Ralph can help us out with a robot.    : Ha! Are you some kind of machine fetishist or something? : Heh. Well, the only place I know of locally would be Cerulean Robotics, but that place has been overrun by vermin for years. If you want to check the place out, you can find it on the west side of Freeside. The entrance is on the back side of the building. Just watch out for thugs. The rats aren't the only vermin you need to worry about.Now, to program a normal robot into a sexbot we'll need some customised programming. Happily, Ralph can oblige... for a price.  : All right. Come back in a couple days and I should have it ready for you.Excellent. For a mere hundred caps Ralph is going to help us unlock a plane of infinite pleasure.    : Things were better when the Omertas were buying, but we get by. Good selection from traders and the Van Graffs keep things running. : That's the thing, I have no idea. They just stopped buying guns all of a sudden. If you hear anything, let me know.OK, we'll be sure to not care about that in the slightest. We grab some ammo from Mick's special stock and prepare to go robot hunting.  With a good reputation in Freeside, Kings will occasionally come along and give you a random little gift, as immortalised in this webcomic. Who would have guessed collecting debts and encouraging people to be prostitutes would make us so popular?  Speaking of which, back to the Wrangler to get our cut.  Just Francine here right now, which is fair enough- we'll be back to speak to James once we've got him a full roster. As you can see, Old Ben has already made his way here.    : I don't care how you handled those lumps of human refuse, but you got the job done. We need you to hunt down another person.Man, not even letting us take a breath before we're on to the next mission. : That son of a bitch, McCaffery, stole a ton of caps and ran off to Vegas. I guess the fact that we farmed out his usual work to you pissed him off. No one steals from the Garret Twins! If you can kill that bastard and bring back as much as you can, you'll be paid very well.McCaffery was that guy who sassed us right after we broke the bank. He'll pay dearly for telling us to get lost.  : See the King. I'm sure he could work something out to get you in. You'll need to prove you're worth his time, but it'll be well worth it.Now that you mention it, yeah, how do we get to the Strip? Just walk up to one of the guard robots? Well, we'll figure it out.  : Good. Just stop on back when he's dead and you'll be rewarded handsomely. Bring his hat as proof of the kill.We rent a room and grab a quick nap. Dawn was just breaking when we came in; as we leave it's almost noon.   We're going to get that sexbot, but first let's see what exactly we need to do to get onto the Strip. If it's money they want, well, you're looking at someone who cleaned out a casino.    : Admission to the Strip requires an official passport or proof that you are carrying the required minimum balance. These policies prevent less-reputable persons from entering and ensure a good time will be had by all who enter the Strip. Pff, nothing easier. Look upon all these caps, ye mighty, and desp- : I'm sorry, but your balance does not meet the minimum balance.Wait, what? We have like 6000 caps! What, did I make some big purchase that I just...  forgot...  about...   gently caress!  : If you are unable to meet the minimum balance requirement, an official passport is an acceptable alternative.We don't have a passport. This is unacceptable! We try a last-ditch, doomed attempt to outsmart the machine:  : Please submit to a credit check or present a passport.That failed Science check is probably my favourite line in the game. It's so blunt and stupid, but you can imagine someone in Forbidden Planet or something saying it.  Disheartened, we set off to find Cerulean Robotics. It's a long, weary trudge, but eventually we're standing outside a smart looking abandoned building...    It's so dark and quiet here, it looks like the place has barely even been looted.   The rats here have grown fat and lazy, and they're easy pickings for a seasoned avdenturer.  Yeah, surely someone would have taken this. This might be one of the rare places in the wasteland that hasn't had a person set foot in it since the Great War.   As Boone brings a minigun to a rat fight, we search for intact robotics.   Aha!  Who drat well needs Mick and Ralph? We can write our own sexbot code right here. Let's see... IF customer=paying THEN havesex  We upload the program and our creation steps forth.       Actually, you know what? This has been the horniest update yet. Prostitutes out the ears. Everyone's been getting some action except us.   
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Neat, I didn't know you could recruit Santiago for the Garrets, I always just got Old Ben. Is that something added by one of your cut content mods?
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No, that was always there. Sadly they both can't work for Garret, you have to choose one, so I just talked one of them into it for nothing...
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I literally laughed out loud when you, er, 'test drove' FISTO. One of the funniest parts of the base game.
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Old Ben is much cooler than Santiago though. Even if his story is a bit sketchy. I never realized that the dates didn't line up correctly.
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Isn't FISTO the only...person you can have sex with in the game? There was supposed to be a quest line where you woke up married to Cassidy, by The King of all people, but it was cut. Supposedly because they couldn't license some Elvis music they wanted to use.
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White Coke posted:Isn't FISTO the only...person you can have sex with in the game? There was supposed to be a quest line where you woke up married to Cassidy, by The King of all people, but it was cut. Supposedly because they couldn't license some Elvis music they wanted to use. Nah, there's a few others. They're mostly bisexual women but I do think there is one gay male prostitute available. Granted, there's no real difference between "sex" and sleeping in this game. About the Cassidy thing; I know nothing about the music, but I do know that they did plan on having romance options (rather obvious due to how the 4 humans that can join you are setup), but they decided to axe the romance thing entirely. A few of the Obsidian people (or now perhaps "ex-Obsidian" would be the correct term) downright HATE writing standard Bioware style romances. Frankly I don't blame them both due to not wanting to write the standard crap nor being given enough time to write an actually interesting romance (drat you Bathesda ).The closest thing that this game has to a romance (in my opinion) is actually in one of the DLCs. And it ends bittersweet at best. mauman fucked around with this message at 09:11 on Oct 6, 2016 |
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You can sleep with a ton of people in this game. Sadly no forced marriages or becoming a pornstar like in 2.
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I feel like the "You are overencumbered and can't run!" message with the perturbed Vault Boy face really seals that fade to black.
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Yeah I considered taking the text out of the picture and just leaving the :o faceIretep posted:You can sleep with a ton of people in this game. Sadly no forced marriages or becoming a pornstar like in 2. One of the people you can sleep with (women only) goes by the name of Benny...
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Ring-a-ding ding, baby! Let's keep it in the groove, okay?
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You can also sleep with any of the prostitutes that just got hired. Including Beatrix. I just checked how many people you can sleep with and theres a suprising ammount of male people in there that i didnt know about.
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There's a woman yu can diddle in the Thorn if you complete all da quests like so
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Ahhh, Awkward Zombie. I love that comic.
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New Vegas newbie posted:The Thorn? What's that?
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I still contend that the Thorn has the worst quests in the game. I don't think any other quest only spawns the item you want ONCE you undertake it, to stop your from just getting what you need while exploring.
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Well, at least on PC you can hit ~ to fix that!
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Clearly I misremembered how much sex you can have in this game. But FISTO is the only one worth sleeping with. 
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Xander77 posted:I still contend that the Thorn has the worst quests in the game. I don't think any other quest only spawns the item you want ONCE you undertake it, to stop your from just getting what you need while exploring. You can find all the kinds of eggs you're sent after in normal gameplay, the quest spawns egg clusters to make it easy. It's still a dull fetch quest though, and the fact that they had to spawn little jackpots in to make it less tedious should probably have been a sign to them to switch it up a bit Tasteful Dickpic posted:I'd imagine that anything is a letdown after a Protectron. Ugh... Why is your skin so warm and smooth? Where's the rust? Do you even have servos?
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Tasteful Dickpic posted:
Jesus, that's one of the worst readings done by any actor, in any of these games. We won't get to see it in this LP because (as stated above) it's a female only option so here, have the most dispassionate dialogue to ever come from Matthew Perry https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bXEf_2vkfI8&t=40s That, is not the emotion you give to a character who is supposed to be the entire Rat Pack rolled into a single psycho with delusions of grandeur. That is someone who decided that they were suddenly paid only enough to speak, but not enough to care.
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Ring-a-ding ding, baby. Let's keep it in the groove, okay?
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What's kind of weird is that Perry was a big fan of Fallout 3, so you'd think he'd be enthusastic. Maybe he just wasn't meant to be a voice actor.
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Voice Acting is definitely a different talent altogether than regular acting.
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It might be intentional too. Keep in mind these are tribals told to act like they are from vegas, not actual people from vegas.
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CzarChasm posted:Jesus, that's one of the worst readings done by any actor, in any of these games. I like the part where he ragdolls onto the bed from about two feet up when the lights come back on.
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Iretep posted:It might be intentional too. Keep in mind these are tribals told to act like they are from vegas, not actual people from vegas. That might be giving them more credit than I would, but it's a plausible explanation.
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XXIX: Rock & Roll Have you tried going to the Strip, only to be stopped by those big metal murder machines? Happens every day around here. But if you know the right people, you can get through the gate without being a rich man. -Rotface      We hang around waiting for the numbness to subside before setting back off to the Wrangler ourselves.      Business before pleasure.  : Hey, that's great. We'll get some supplies sent over today as a show of good faith. Once our stills are upgraded, we'll never be short on liquor for our patrons. If Jacob Hoff is sober, we might even have a few new drinks on tap.: Most might view us as drug dealing enablers around here, but honestly we care about our patrons. It's bad business for people to get addicted. We've got enough crime in Freeside without a bunch of strung-out junkies robbing traders and gamblers to afford their next fix. Actually we have two:  We can only give one to the Garrets. Santiago seemed more enthusiastic about it and he needs the money, so we decide to nominate him. Maybe Old Ben will hang around here enough to find himself a sugar daddy- or, at his age, a sugar son. : That honey-mouthed sonofabitch? Fine. At least he'll have to shut up occasionally. Those pretty lips of his are going to see more traffic than a Brahmin trail in low summer!I wish there was a way to have not heard that absolutely horrible sentence.  : Imagine that! What's his name and when's he start? : A she, huh? Well... I guess the customer who made that request can't get everything he wants. Hell, who knows? He might not even notice the difference.And finally...  : You did? Hot drat! I been looking for one of those for years!: ...For my customers, I mean... I'm not into that kind of poo poo. : You're right, you're right! Something like this, it's worth a little extra because it's going to keep on satisfying you... : *cough* Those disgusting fetishists, I mean. Something wrong with someone if they got to gently caress a machine. : It is? It will? My god! Imagine the possibilities! It didn't happen to come with an owner's manual, did it? Aw, forget it - trial and error should do it.He abandons the pretence completely, at last. Having brought James to this admission of the truth and taught him to embrace his nature, we complete the quest and get a rep boost in Freeside.  Hopefully he shares the robot. : Looks like that gives us a full roster of new rear end to sell. Good work - enjoy the bonus. We can, of course, hire any of the people we just convinced to sign up for this, but I'm sure you'll understand if we just leave at the earliest opportunity.  She gives us a free whiskey. It's like the game knew exactly what we needed. People in Freeside generally fall into one of two categories. Those who've been here all their lives call themselves Locals. When people from the NCR and other places started pouring in, the Locals began referring to them as Squatters, and the name stuck. The Locals blame the Squatters for the scarcity of resources in Freeside, and the Squatters blame any act of violence against them on the Locals. They're both right to some extent, and violent outbreaks between the two are all too common these days. -Rotface  The Strip lies before us, denied to us by a lousy credit check. We don't have 2000 caps, even with the payment we got from James, but Francine said something about the King being able to sort us out...   This place looks a lot flashier on the outside. As we look around to see if any of these guys are the King, we're accosted by a familiar face:    : Anything's possible, I suppose. How much is it worth to you to meet the big man? : No, trust me, the King will want to see you if I want you to see him. Come back when you figure out how the world works.We dig this cat's groove. These caps aren't helping us right now anyway, so...  : You know what? I think you and the King have some business to discuss. Head on through. The King's the bored-looking guy by the stage. Can't fuckin' miss him. Yeah, this is more like the swingin' scene you'd expect. The guy in white is clearly the King, you can tell from the superior cut of jacket, and the...  ...robot dog?  It's friendly enough, heavily augmented and a with glowing case holding its brain. There's a bit of faded paint on the side...  Anyway, it's not polite to stare at a guy's dog without introducing yourself. Let's see what El Rey can do for us.  Right away he's the model of politeness. Worthy of the title of King.  You'll notice from looking at his character model he's always smiling. So pleasant...  Note the bottom dialogue option; if we were stingy we could bring up Pacer's grifting and the King would give us 50 caps, on nothing more than our word. Such a gentleman.  : I might just be able to help you with that. But it's not something I do easily, or often. You'd have to earn it. You willing to do that? : I'll start you off with something easy. Did you notice the bodyguards for hire near the gates when you entered Freeside? It's good money if you can stay alive long enough. Freeside's not as safe as it used to be, so the money is well earned. Usually well earned, that is. Recently my men tell me that one of those bodyguards, fella named Orris, is making a little too much money. He's making a killing in repeat business. Once someone hires him they never want anyone else. I want you to find out why. Specifically, I want you to hire him. Play the part of an innocent tourist and follow his lead. If nothing happens, so be it. But I'm guessing things won't go so smoothly. Call it a hunch. So what do you say? : You may have noticed that some of those guards out there are Kings, too. I'm just looking out for my men. I'm not trying to get some kind of unfair advantage. I just want a level playing field for my boys. : I've tried, but he can smell a King a mile away. Probably knows all our faces by now. He's not a stupid man, I'll give him that. What I need is someone he won't recognize, which makes you perfect. So are you going to take the job or what? : Okay, then. Once you part ways, return here. I'll look forward to hearing your report. Oh, and take this to cover the hiring cost.  Such a gentleman  I probably don't have to tell you that Freeside's dangerous, but you might want to think twice about hiring one of those guards at the gates. They're not all saints, is all I'm saying. -Rotface  That's not the King's fault. Anyway, we've seen Orris before, one of the bodyguards hanging out by the north entrance. He's currently unoccupied.    : Just look around. People here are as like to stab you as say hello. That is, if I weren't at your side.: Two hundred caps gets you my watchful eye for a trip to the south gate. : Done and done. I want to mention a few things up front. In order to ensure your safety, I need you to follow my instructions to the letter. We'll be heading down the main street here the whole way down. No detours. You go off sightseeing and I go off to find another customer. I'll keep a brisk pace, so try not to fall behind. Now let's head out. He's not lying about the brisk pace. It's a straight run to the Strip gate... wonder if he'll stick around to watch us get turned back by the robots again.  As we sprint through freeside together he points out local spots of interest.   All of a sudden he stops.   There are indeed some mean looking guys up ahead. But so much for "no detours". We could take a gang of thugs to be honest, but maybe this is part of Orris's hustle.   He jogs down an alley, and then suddenly rushes off ahead.  And the game breaks. What is supposed to happen here is: Orris fires three shots just as we catch up to him, and the four men you see drop immediately to the floor. Orris looks like a hero and the next time we pass through Freeside we hire him and nobody else. Alternatively, we could point out some inconsistencies in his story to which he would respond "uhh.... shut up".  Sadly, and I tried for ages to try and correct this, the thugs just stand there and Orris doesn't shoot. This isn't a bug I've ever seen before so I assume it's some kind of mod issue. Luckily, Obsidian in their wisdom have included another way for us to resolve this scenario.   Orris turns hostile as well, because you're attacking his friends, and we have a bloodbath on our hands.  Or rather, an ash-bath, as we have a high-powered Tri-Beam Laser Rifle against their collection of knives and pool cues. If they'd just apologised we could have avoided this.     That mess dealt with, we begin to head back to the Ki-   Good man.   The King isn't downstairs, so we head up to his penthouse.   The King clearly thought we'd be looking into Orris a lot longer than we were.  We don't mention that we killed him, in case he doesn't like that. : So that's how it happens... Okay, then. I'll have some guys pull him off the street when no one's looking.: You've shown me something, so maybe you can help me with a matter that's a little more important. A lot of folks round these parts who've been here a while resent the sheer number of people that have come into the area since the Strip was built. In turn the newcomers, most of whom come from the NCR, have gotten ornery from being resented. Sometimes things get violent. This is one of those occasions. Recently, a few friends of mine were attacked, and I want you to find out who did it. Word's come that they just woke up over at the Old Mormon Fort just north of here. Head on over and see if they remember anything.Sounds good. And maybe we'll be away when he finds out we killed Orris. Just kidding, if you tell him you killed Orris he says "you're not subtle, but you get the job done" and moves on with the quest.  Searching around the tents in the Followers' Fort turns up the King's friends. They don't look quite as regal.    : Yeah, the docs say he's going to be laid up for a while, assuming he doesn't get any worse.  : Oh. That's different then. How can I help? I'll do anything to get the bastards that did this. : They were big guys. Young, too. No old geezers like me. Hell, none of them looked even half my age. I was mostly face down in the dirt, begging for my life when it happened, so I only got a quick look at them. : Well, it happened at night. Around eleven. We had recently made some caps off a bit of scrap we found, and wanted to invest it wisely. As we were leaving the Wrangler, we must've taken a wrong turn, and ended up in the Squatter side of town. From out of nowhere, these big guys show up and start barking questions at us. Wanted to know if we were locals. The kid there's about as proud as a local around here gets, and started yelling back at them. Then all hell broke loose. Kid got the worst of it, sad to say.Looks like they just had a fight with some squatters. Sad, but tensions are high around here, and the King will surely understand that there's no need to escalate this. As we're about to leave, the kid pipes up:  He doesn't look too bad, to be honest.   : I don't really know what else I can add. They were a bunch of guys. Better dressed than most Freesiders, I guess. That help? : What? No! I thought you were supposed to be here to help, and here you are making accusations.He's so mad at us that we lose Freeside fame : Hey wait! I just remembered something. I might of heard one of the guys that attacked us call another by name. We had just about had it when one of them said "Hey Lou, we gotta go." At least I think he said Lou. It might have been something else. Now that I think of it, he said Lou-something. Something with a "T". Tenant! That's what he called him. Lou Tenant.: He probably said "lieutenant", Wayne. The boy means well, but he's dumb as a mutant sometimes.This is a cute little reference to Fallout 1: the Lieutenant was the second in command of the Master, head of the Super Mutant army, and referred to as "Lou Tenant" by some of the dumb-dumbs. Well, that puts a different spin on it- they were jumped by NCR soldiers. The King won't like that.  Something else he won't like is if you touch his jukebox. It's not worth it.  Seriously, how long was he expecting us to be away?  : Bunch of soldier boys, huh? They usually don't come around these parts since their big base is on the other side of the Strip. If they're comin' over here now, it's got to be for a reason. I didn't want to believe the rumors that they're looking to take over Vegas, but now...: If something big is going down, I'm sure rumors of it will have spread. Ask around, particularly in the squatter areas where the NCR folk hang. You might also mosey on over to the Mormon Fort and chat Julie Farkas up. The Followers tend to be in the know about these things. Just don't ask her what to do about it. She'll probably ask you to hug someone or somethin'.Might not be bad advice. Just saying... Things have generally been bad here for the Squatters, the people who came here hoping for a better life and just got stuck. But lately the mood has changed. The Squatters seem to be a bit more optimistic. I wonder what happened? -Rotface When we reach Julie we first of all confirm that things are a go with the Garrets.  : I'm honestly pleasantly surprised they would help us out, but I can see Garret isn't doing this out of the goodness of his heart. Well, it looks like you've earned yourself a discount on supplies now that we'll be fully covered. This supply deal will aid our work immensely.That was a whole lot of back-and-forth, probably at least one trip more than was necessary, but this properly completes the unmarked quest to work out a supply deal with the Garrets  : Only a little. A friend of mine, Major Elizabeth Kieran, has been handing out supplies to the poor a little west of here. What about it? : I know something's got them riled up, but I've been too busy with other matters to really look into it. If Elizabeth holds out on you, tell her that I sent you. She should be a little more forthcoming if you mention my name. A solid lead. And completing the supply deal quest nets us enough experience to level up.  There's a really nice perk that opens up at high Repair, plus it helps keep weapons in good order- using one item to repair another boosts its condition by a certain amount, higher Repair score boosting that amount. I actually preferred the system in Fallout 3, where you could only repair a weapon up to your Reapair score (60 repair let you fix weapons up to 60%) but can't deny that it could get frustrating. Repair also unlocks crafting recipes, but those usually don't need higher than 50.  Tiny damage bonus but the perk can come in handy to help nail down how tough you need to be against a given enemy. Plus it's nice to see just how much damage a critical hit can do- if you take an enemy below 0 health Living Anatomy will continue counting down, as in this flashforward to a possible future:  That was from full health  or... will be. We head westward, looking for Major Kieran.  This looks a little suspicious.  We do not know at all. Shut down. Let's try his friend.   We like his friend.  Look at this sumptuous bounty! There's packaged food and fresh mantis legs, mouthwatering fresh corn...  ...and only Squatters coming to get it.    : Yes, I'm a major in the supply corps, which is where this food and water comes from.  : No, I'm afraid we don't. Do you have a friend you wanted to bring in?She's so brazen in admitting that the NCR is strengthening its loyalist population in Freeside. This just screams conspiracy.  : That's not really a pleasant topic of conversation. Let's just say we have our reasons. : You know Julie? Not everyone in the NCR sees eye-to-eye with the Followers, but they're okay in my book, mostly because of her. If you really want to know, we sent an envoy to the King offering to coordinate the relief effort. : In a manner of speaking. Our envoy was brutally beaten, and only barely survived. My superiors ordered the relief mission scrapped. I managed to get clearance to carry out the mission anyway, but with greatly reduced support. Now there's not enough supplies to go around even if I wanted to serve the rest of Freeside, which I don't. But that's all in the past now. I should get back to work. Say hi to Julie for me.And we're kicked out. We have a couple of options when we go back to the King:  We can just tell him that the NCR is only feeding its own people, which will piss him off, but it's not the whole truth- the NCR tried to reach him to talk about feeding everyone but clearly they never managed to. The King really doesn't seem the type to brutally beat a man; wouldn't want to muss his suit for one thing. So someone intercepted this envoy. Whoever could it have been?  : That's bullshit, and it's nothing to bother the King with. More like they sent someone to spy on us and he wasn't tough enough to last in Freeside. So do everyone a favor and keep your mouth shut about it, okay? : That's a shame. Well, do what you want. Just don't expect it to matter.Why on earth does Pacer want us to be dishonest to the King? How odd. And who intercepted that envoy?   : Handing out supplies? Like food and stuff? That ain't nothing to get ruffled over. You find anything else? : Ah, that would explain the goons. They're here to keep people like my friends away from the food. That ain't something I support. No sir. : Wait a minute, wait a minute. They said what? : Huh, that would explain why they're all riled at us. Seems like we have a big misunderst- what the hell? : Lay it on me. What's going on? : What is that fool doing? I need you to head out there and try to defuse the situation. Tell them I'm willing to cooperate.From the description it sounds like Pacer went to where Major Kieran was distributing supplies, and a firefight ensued for some reason. Pacer seems like he could cause a firefight just by walking in a room, of course.  We follow the sound of gunfire. Pacer didn't come alone:  He's the only survivor, cowering in this bus shelter as NCR troops, led by Major Kieran, keep him pinned down from a nearby watchtower, ready to pounce if he shows his face.   It's up to us to resolve this. Do we talk things out with the- ...actually, before that... This choice is bigger than it looks. This is the NCR military here. If these soldiers die in a shootout with the Kings then tensions between the NCR and the Locals will only rise, probably escalating into open hostilities. If we talk them down then the Kings and the NCR might put this behind them and start working together to improve conditions in Freeside, something the King is clearly open to. But Freeside, indeed the whole Mojave, is in flux. The NCR may take over the whole area any day now. Or the Legion might. Who knows what could happen. If the Kings help out the NCR and some other power drives the NCR out, how will they view the Kings? If the Kings step up violence towards the NCR and the NCR takes over, how will it look then? Bearing all that in mind, should we talk things out with the NCR soldiers and calm the situation down, or should we take them out? A little more conversation, or a little more action?
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NCR are evil imperialists so clearly the Kings need to show an example to freeside residents and start hostilities toward the NCR. Action 
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