Courier Siv

So, I stopped working on this blog because I was disappointed at the loss of a lot of my screenshots a while back. I had intended on turning Siv’s journey into an actual story, but that was no longer really possible as too much of it had to be skipped to catch up to where I was in game. I continued on the best I could, but never really found it satisfying, so I eventually stopped playing.

I’ve decided to give it another try. So I’ve created a new blog for Siv that will be more story-focused than this one started out, which was far more casual and focused on his photography.

If you’re interested, please head over and follow: https://couriersiv-redux.tumblr.com/

It’s happened. I’m out of chems. And the static that’s been building up in my arms... I can't keep them still. My aim is now shit and keeping to the rooftops is getting more and more difficult with my unsure footing.

And this morning I - Fuck.

This morning there was a ghost. It charged at me and I pulled a knife... and it lunged and I stabbed. And I stabbed. Over and over and fucking over. The blood...

And before I knew it, I was hacking away at its limbs. Because you have to. Right? Don’t you? I mean, If you don’t, it gets back up. Doesn’t it?

God says it does. Says I had to. But what the fuck does that psycho know? His alter ego pulls them apart with his bare fucking hands...

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You have to take it slow here. Step by step. Pauses for minutes at a time as you strain to hear any sign of ghosts. I’m running low on ammo, I can’t afford to run into too many more if I can help it.

So I take it slow. And in the silence it’s hard not to let my mind wander. To think of better places and soothing faces. But I can’t. I know a moment of lost concentration can mean death. So I take another Med-X and press on. 

Once upon a time some rich, now dead, fuck decided he wanted to stash away his gold in lieu of the end of the world. So he built a fortress to keep it in, determined to take it all with him. Now some old, sick fuck decides he wants it. So he abducts people and forces them into this hellhole to do his dirty work for him. 

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“Good, well done... now, for the festivities, and your parts in all this.

The owner of the Sierra Madre...for whatever reason... keyed the Grand Opening to the Gala Event itself. It needs to be fired off in order for the casino doors to open. 

As I've discovered, one person can't do it. So, get your team in position indicated on your Pip-Boy, then trigger it properly. 

You're so close now, don't let me down. Otherwise, I'll have to rely on the next team.”