These Neon Fires

The next? BLAM BLAM U DED!

But Cass has the best hot takes in the Mojave, so that makes it nearly tolerable.

I feel like a lot of wastelanders would carry around pens and watercolors to record what they see. Travel sketching was pretty popular before cameras became accessible, and I think that people would turn to portable media like watercolor again after the apocalypse.

You’re actually right! (Math was always my worst subject). Caesar was born in 2226, so he would be finishing university around 2245ish and heading out to the Grand Canyon around 2246.

Turns out he was always that guy. (You know the one).

She was a weirdo.

The Latin that Princess is reciting are the Four Classical Signs of Infection (rumor=redness, tumor=swelling, calor=heat, dolor=pain.) They’re the first words that she ever learned in Latin, a language she studied off and on throughout childhood. She’s forgotten a most of it as an adult, except for a few pretentious phrases and insults that she hollers at legionnaires.

Collateral damage always gets me in New Vegas. One minute you’re flying high because you took down a whole squad of assassins. The next you realize that the nice people who run the roadside diner didn’t make it. 

(Don’t be so hard on the tin men Courier. It was worth the risk to undermine Moore.)

She was so flattered she became smol.

IIIIIIT’S the Ben-man! Everyone’s favorite, smooth-talking, checkered crime lord.

Eventually Princess caved in, despite all the Follower’s warnings and her mother’s stories. She got hooked on Med-x and booze. She felt like shit-like those filthy raiders who pillaged her hometown and slaughtered her mother. But all she had to do was reach for a bottle or needle again and the pain would fade into vapor.

Princess knew how to work that side hustle in New Reno. She kept this copy of “The Cat’s Paw” on her after she left as a memento of her time finessing strangers while dressed in SCANALOUSLY revealing leotards. Unfortunately her cover girl days lead to awkward conversations when she makes deliveries to New Caanenites….

I always wished that they made a bandana for Fallout New Vegas (It would be great to cover our face holes). So here is a design I whipped up based on Courier Six’s wild wasteland adventures.

Prin and her robot son. Tagging survival basically makes her a Disney Princess (The smile is from the brain damage).