Entry # 0001: The Mark of a normal dude.

Name: Mark
Sex: Male
S6 P6 E6 C6 I6 A5 L5
Perks:
-Build to Destroy
-Fast Shot

Bio:
Born to a normal family, with a loving father and mother, Mark grew up as happily as any other boy in the wasteland could hope. He learned to shoot as soon as he could hold a gun, and learned how to fight with only his knuckles if need be. He was a friendly young man with a bright enough future in front of him....well, until he was met with a gunshot to the face.

Journal:
Day 1:

• Woke up with a roof over my head. Hearing an old man next to me, talking about my brain or something. This can either be good or bad.
• Old guy is quite friendly, thank god. A man can only take so many unfriendly doctors in his life.
• Old man is saying something about brain damage. I'm sure it's not important though.
• He asked me if I know my name, that's easy.

• Hey, fuck you, my mom chose that name!
• He hands me some weird mirror like device, let's take a look and see if I look like a ghoul or not.

 Do I seriously look that grim? No wonder Betty left me.... Oh wait, that was because of the raiders...

• Doc helps me up. Apparently getting shot in the face doesn't impede how I walk. Good to know for the next time.

 Update: I apparently can pick up pencils. Interesting to know.

• Doc asked me questions, nothing too bizarre, but I feel like he's just wasting my time. Answered as best as I can.
• He started to show me some pictures, one was a chain, and another looked like a gay man with lot's of hair.
• Update: Oh, and he showed me a weird close up of someone's privates. This guy is weird.
• Update2: Apparently the bearded man is not gay. Bummer.
• Update3: HOW DO I DELETE ENTRIES! HELP!
• Doc's test apparently says I'm good in a fist fight. It also says I'm a ninja, that my soul animal is Donald Trump, and that I should share this test with five friends or else I will meet a terrible fate. As if anyone in this hell hole has that many living friends!
• Doc hands me a survey. Seriously, what is this crap and why do I have to care. I just want to leave.
• Answered the damn survey. I guess it's a decent price to pay for what the doc did.
• Doc hands me a few items as I head out. Damn the sun is bright. Dammit!

Decide to check out my new pip boy I got from doc. I also put on the vault suit(it smells like petunias, bleh) and grab one of the guns that I was apparently carrying at the time.

• Tuned in to one of the stations. Chose one with some catchy music. Maybe they'll play some "East Side Raiders" songs.
• Update: Scratch that, they are playing some Pre-war music. Well at least it's catchy.
• Heading out of the town. Doc is nice, but I'm too scared to stay here more than this. I'm normally not this paranoid, but I did just get shot in the face.

I SWEAR TO GOD! A TREE JUST ASKED ME IF I WAS HAPPY WITH WHO I AM! FUCK YOU TREE! I LIKE ME! I DON'T NEED YOU TO TELL ME ABOUT ME!

• Killed my "first" creature. A coyote. Shotguns are fun.
• I see a camp nearby. Maybe they have someone with stuff to trade, or maybe even some food.

 ---End of Journal---

Doc's note:
The travelers who found Mark said he seemed to have just recently started adventuring. I didn't have the guts to tell them how little adventuring he had actually done. They brought the body back to me, for some reason. I guess they traced the vault suit back here, oh well. The apparent cause of death was a mix of cazador poison and stab wounds from a swarm of cazadors. Poor kid, didn't even last a day. Oh well, I guess that's how things go around these parts if they don't share, like, comment, subscribe. Dumb kids.

Introduction: The start of a horrible misadventure.

Hello, my name is Distrotion and I will be talking about my adventures in Fallout: New Vegas. I've only recently gotten into Fallout, mainly playing Fallout 3. I had tried the game before, but never gotten completely engrossed in it like I have now. So, after beating the main quest and doing a few side quests, I felt it was time to take a break and try out Fallout:New Vegas.

I had actually tried playing it before while I was having troubles with Fallout 3, though never got far due to fear of spoilers(I thought that New Vegas was a sequel, blame my ignorance for that). Well, irony is one lovely mistress, seeing as I now face the worst of all RPG bugs: The inability to save. For some reason, I'm incapable of saving my game, no matter the character. I have no clue where this issue come from either. 

Now, to be completely honest, it would probably only take me a few minutes on Google to figure out what's wrong and fix it. Hell, it's probably as simple as re-installing the game or moving the save files to a different location. However, after reading "The Martian", I chose to use this as an opportunity to play the game in a way I would never usually play it. 

I will be creating new characters, one at a time, and playing through their awful wasteland lives. What I mean by this is that if they die, they are gone, completely dead, "Kaput" as one could say. The main reason for this is the above mentioned issue with my game, though part of it is simply me wanting to experiment and see how much I can discover, and how well I can survive against the odds.

I will post the stories of the brave/stupid/weird wanderers of the waste which I create, mostly as logs and journals, detailing where they come from as well as who they are.

Now, follow me, as we travel through this broken land known as Fallout: New Vegas.