Okay, I can't take it anymore. I have to fill this. This prompt just has so much potential.
Characters: F!Courier, Craig Boone, Arcade Gannon, Veronica Santangelo, Benny, Vulpes Inculta and more to come Relationship: Eventual Benny/F!Courier Summary: Random girl winds up living life as the courier. This is gonna be great... right?
Ch. 1—Mother of Mods
Olivia had always known she was a bit of a daydreamer; spacing off frequently, imagining impossible scenarios, living a different life. That’s what the video games were for, after all. She’d spend hours playing, becoming a new person every time. Until one day she woke up with a killer headache and she knew it wasn’t from a hard night of sitting in front of her computer. She looked around, and she knew where she was. She knew where she was very very well.
She didn’t know how she got there, but she did know one thing—this was gonna be the best game ever.
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Liv tried her very hardest not to sigh as she gave Doc Mitchell the answers he wanted for the Rorschach test. Finally. That last goddamn picture. “It looks like two bears high-fiving, moving along please?”
“You sure are in a rush little lady…” Doc Mitchell was less than impressed with her gratitude for him patching her up. It didn’t matter. She always took everything in his house anyway, and she never stuck around long enough to do that Goodsprings quest.
But she felt like she was weighed down, which may have been a side effect of being shot in the head, but it didn’t seem to be the problem. As far as she knew, the blurred vision stopped as soon as she got out of the cot. She could hear faint clicking coming from wherever the Doc had stashed his Pip-Boy.
They went over her traits very quickly (yes, the wasteland was a wild place, and, what the hell, she couldn’t lie, she did have a pretty small frame) and he led her to the door. She took the time to root around his home for necessary equipment and listened impatiently as he gave her the Pip-Boy, the vault suit and promptly kicked her ass out into the desert.
Her limbs were moving slower… slower. She felt… over encumbered. But how..? She checked her pip-boy to see how much she was carrying compared to her weight limit. She only got a 3 for strength on the vigor tester but this was bad.
“Holy mother of—327 pounds!?” She flipped the dial from her stats to her inventory to see…
“Oh fuck, I’m modded.”
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She ignored the stupid robot that was rolling around town. As much as she liked Victor, talking to him would only take more time. She needed to get to Novac without getting her ass killed. While she sat outside trying to fix her encumbrance problem she was keyed in about the fact that Jed Masterdon was looking for a person with a pip-boy, and that the Sierra Madre was excited to have her as a guest in its grand opening. There was also apparently a Midnight Science-Fiction Feature going on at the Mojave Drive-In, and Ulysses was expecting her company in the Divide sometime soon.
She finally understood how getting all of these DLC’s at the same time could make the plotline sort of improper. She sighed and ignored all of these prompts. Sure, she’d love to see herself some Joshua Graham sometime soon, but duty called.
Among the many useful mods she had been presented with was the cheat terminal, her absolute best friend for when she was overburdened by equipment. A few changes here and there (suddenly she felt light as a feather, and she was able to carry 400 pounds with her scrawny self) fixed things right up, as well as got her prepared for the road. Clothed in some gecko-backed leather armor and equipped with a super-heated Saturnite Fist (hey, just because she wasn’t going to go to the Big Empty didn’t mean she couldn’t tote around its totally bitchin’ gear) she set out for Primm, completely ignoring the tutorial with Sunny Smiles, because that shit is for noobs.
We Built This City (1/?)
Characters: F!Courier, Craig Boone, Arcade Gannon, Veronica Santangelo, Benny, Vulpes Inculta and more to come
Relationship: Eventual Benny/F!Courier
Summary: Random girl winds up living life as the courier. This is gonna be great... right?
Ch. 1—Mother of Mods
Olivia had always known she was a bit of a daydreamer; spacing off frequently, imagining impossible scenarios, living a different life. That’s what the video games were for, after all. She’d spend hours playing, becoming a new person every time. Until one day she woke up with a killer headache and she knew it wasn’t from a hard night of sitting in front of her computer. She looked around, and she knew where she was. She knew where she was very very well.
She didn’t know how she got there, but she did know one thing—this was gonna be the best game ever.
---
Liv tried her very hardest not to sigh as she gave Doc Mitchell the answers he wanted for the Rorschach test. Finally. That last goddamn picture. “It looks like two bears high-fiving, moving along please?”
“You sure are in a rush little lady…” Doc Mitchell was less than impressed with her gratitude for him patching her up. It didn’t matter. She always took everything in his house anyway, and she never stuck around long enough to do that Goodsprings quest.
But she felt like she was weighed down, which may have been a side effect of being shot in the head, but it didn’t seem to be the problem. As far as she knew, the blurred vision stopped as soon as she got out of the cot. She could hear faint clicking coming from wherever the Doc had stashed his Pip-Boy.
They went over her traits very quickly (yes, the wasteland was a wild place, and, what the hell, she couldn’t lie, she did have a pretty small frame) and he led her to the door. She took the time to root around his home for necessary equipment and listened impatiently as he gave her the Pip-Boy, the vault suit and promptly kicked her ass out into the desert.
Her limbs were moving slower… slower. She felt… over encumbered. But how..? She checked her pip-boy to see how much she was carrying compared to her weight limit. She only got a 3 for strength on the vigor tester but this was bad.
“Holy mother of—327 pounds!?” She flipped the dial from her stats to her inventory to see…
“Oh fuck, I’m modded.”
---
She ignored the stupid robot that was rolling around town. As much as she liked Victor, talking to him would only take more time. She needed to get to Novac without getting her ass killed. While she sat outside trying to fix her encumbrance problem she was keyed in about the fact that Jed Masterdon was looking for a person with a pip-boy, and that the Sierra Madre was excited to have her as a guest in its grand opening. There was also apparently a Midnight Science-Fiction Feature going on at the Mojave Drive-In, and Ulysses was expecting her company in the Divide sometime soon.
She finally understood how getting all of these DLC’s at the same time could make the plotline sort of improper. She sighed and ignored all of these prompts. Sure, she’d love to see herself some Joshua Graham sometime soon, but duty called.
Among the many useful mods she had been presented with was the cheat terminal, her absolute best friend for when she was overburdened by equipment. A few changes here and there (suddenly she felt light as a feather, and she was able to carry 400 pounds with her scrawny self) fixed things right up, as well as got her prepared for the road. Clothed in some gecko-backed leather armor and equipped with a super-heated Saturnite Fist (hey, just because she wasn’t going to go to the Big Empty didn’t mean she couldn’t tote around its totally bitchin’ gear) she set out for Primm, completely ignoring the tutorial with Sunny Smiles, because that shit is for noobs.