A package courier found shot in the head near Goodsprings has reportedly regained consciousness, and has made a full recovery. Now that is a delivery service you can count on.
-Mr. New Vegas
Someone mentioned this awhile back, and it really stuck with me. The Mojave express isn't just the mail. It's a courier service, similar to the Brinks Courier service, dealing in high value objects. And they deliver in one of the most hostile environments possible, a nuclear wasteland filled with mutated creatures and raiders. Most people live and die in vaults or wasteland settlements. Going outside those settlements and travelling long distances, especially alone, is very dangerous. This was the couriers jobs. So when you fuck with this guy, who has the skills to make high value delivers across a nuclear wasteland, you're fucking with a trained professional. Not some rando from a vault or the son of some doctor. You're fucking with the goddamned Courier.
The right man in the wrong place can make all the difference in the world.
Caravan code of the wastes is you don't fuck with the one who brings you your mail.
Show him who's boss by eating him
>not just any mailman
You're right, THE fucking mailman.
This is the meme the keeps on giving, because Mr. House was only in the situation you find him in durring new Vegas because the mail was going to deliver his package the day after total nuclear war happend to break out.
New Vegas had the most badass protagonist. Gets shot in the fucking head, buried, dug up, he's back on his feet and killing people within what has to have been a day or so, murders his way across the wasteland, beats Caesar's bitch-ass to death with a hammer in his own tent surrounded by his soldiers, destroys every faction in the region, and seizes control of Vegas from the guy who saved the city from *nuclear devastation.*
I'VE GOT SPURSS, THEY JINGLE JANGLE JINGLE
When I played NV I named my guy Newman.
Hope the next fallout is more like this in the cutscenes and story and 4's shooting.
The game was rigged from the start...