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[TRADING PSYCHOLOGY] Nobody ever takes a trade thinking it's going to be a loser

I spent several hours this past week coaching traders at my prop firm. And something caught my attention…
Every single one of these traders needed help with the same thing.
It has to do with what I call the “reverse” gambler’s fallacy. And it’s something many traders struggle with.
Today, I’ll show you how to get this common obstacle under control… and start earning more consistent returns year after year…
What Most New Traders Get Wrong
The obstacle I’m talking about is trading psychology. It’s a very broad term used to describe the emotional side of trading.
Almost all new traders believe the most important part of trading is being able to analyze markets like a pro.
On the surface, this logic makes sense. After all, if you can reliably forecast which direction to take on a trade, the money should take care of itself… right?
What these novices don’t yet understand is that something special happens the moment you commit your money to a trade…
You start feeling things.
Whether it’s fear, excitement, anxiety, or a mix of all three, no one is immune to these emotions. And they can wreak havoc on even the best planned trades.
You may be able to call the direction, the timing, and the target price to perfection… But it can all be for nothing if you are unable to stick to your trade plan.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen traders plan out a great trade… But then ended up somehow losing money, or not being in the market when the move they’d forecast played out.
So how do you beat your emotions to become a better, more consistent trader? It comes down to the three key parts of trading. Let me explain…
The Three-Legged Stool of Trading
I think of trading as a three-legged stool.
Your methodology/strategy for picking trades is the first leg. Your risk- and trade-management strategy is the second leg. And the third leg is your trading psychology.
In my experience, most traders focus on the first leg (strategy and methodology), and they neglect the other two legs. But the stool needs all three legs to stand on its own.
Over the years, I’ve honed my own proprietary method to develop well-rounded traders. Here’s what I’ve learned…
The first fundamental building block of a profitable trader is to establish a proven strategy/methodology you can use to identify good trades. In my experience, everything follows from this foundation.
How you manage your risk and your trades should be determined by the strategies you employ. Your trading psychology likewise will be influenced by your approach to risk and trade management.
I’ve seen other trading instructors assign arbitrary percentage values to the three legs of the trading stool. Usually these values are divided up like this: 30% to the level of importance on the analytical strategy, 30% to risk and trade management, and 40% to trading psychology.
But I don’t believe that any one leg is more important than the other. And yet I’ve found that, more often than not, traders neglect risk/trade management and psychology.
So how do you stop neglecting these two important areas to become a more well-rounded trader? That’s where our reverse gambler’s fallacy comes in…

Time to Ditch the Casino Mentality
There is one block that seems to stop traders from progressing to working on the other two legs.
That is, they don’t know how to flip the switch from thinking about their trades as individual trades in a vacuum… to thinking about them as a collection that relies on a statistical edge to net a profit.
Most traders run into this problem at some point in their careers. And if you’re frustrated with your trading right now, chances are you may be struggling with this, too.
It’s known as the casino mentality. And it’s the same mindset that amateur gamblers will take with them into Caesars Palace or the Bellagio.
It doesn’t matter if they’re seated at the blackjack table or standing over the roulette wheel. Most gamblers believe that the hand or spin they are about to play is the opportunity to hit a winner.
After all, if the roulette wheel has landed four black spins in a row, the next one surely must be red, right?
In reality, the chances of the roulette ball landing on black or red is even, at about 47.4% each. This means each spin is independent of the last.
This is also known as the gambler’s fallacy. What’s interesting is that I’ve observed a kind of reverse gambler’s fallacy from many traders…
This occurs when a trader, who does in fact have a statistically proven strategy, goes on a losing streak… And then instead of continuing to trust their strategy, they abandon it altogether.
How to Avoid the “Reverse” Gambler’s Fallacy
I saw this logical fallacy in effect this past week during one of my coaching calls.
The trader I was coaching had recently taken a technical setup that simply did not work. He was convinced he had done something wrong and wanted my help in improving his analysis.
But his analysis was great.
He didn’t do anything wrong in identifying the setup, which was textbook in nature. But the setup looked so good that, when it resulted in a loss, the trader was convinced that he was the problem… That he did something wrong.
The lesson I imparted to him, which I now want to pass on to you, is this very simple truth…
Nobody, and I mean nobody, ever takes a trade thinking it is going to be a loser. Every single trade you take will be because you thought it would make you money.
Despite this feeling of confidence, out of 100 trades, you’d be lucky to win 50% of them.
That’s why a great trader is not defined by what percentage of their trades end up as winners or losers. A great trader is defined by whether or not they are net profitable after taking 100 trades.
If you win roughly as many trades as you lose, but your winners make you 2x or 3x the amount of money you give back on your losers, you will end up with a nice profit at the end of the year.
Remember, nobody ever takes a trade thinking it is not going to work out. This is why it is absolutely crucial to abandon the idea of thinking about your trades as individual trades.
Instead, start taking a more data-driven, statistical approach to your trading. What do I mean by that?
Keeping a longer-term perspective on your trading is the key to longevity in this business. What your numbers look like over the next 100, 200, or 300 trades is far more relevant and important than losing your cool because you lost a handful of trades in a row.
Of course, to be able to make it to 300 trades, you must have a rock-solid risk management plan in place.
I don’t see gamblers at the casino take a professional approach very often. It’s rare to see someone bet small and stick to the odds on every play. It’s far more common for gamblers to be all over the place with the size of their bets.
They may start off betting small, but after winning a couple of hands of blackjack, they get overconfident and take an outsized bet. Sure enough, on that next hand they go bust while the house just happens to hit blackjack.
This is how casinos make money from gamblers. And it’s how the market parts amateur traders from their capital.
No doubt, it takes a lot of hard work and discipline to make the transition from amateur to professional. But, I promise you, the rewards make it all worthwhile. Until next time.
Regards,
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Stocks to Watch - Get ready for next week

Hi All. The week ahead will see another steady stream of earnings reports before the April employment report blazes in from the Labor Department on May 8.
Get some insight and brace yourself: https://alphascala.com/latest-news/top-news/stocks-to-watch-jobs-report-virtual-conferences-and-blue-chips-on-tap/
If you're lazy reading, you can select text and click play:) (only on Desktop currently)
Earnings spotlight: Tyson Foods (NYSE:TSN), Shake Shack (NYSE:SHAK), Skyworks Solutions (NASDAQ:SWKS), Freshpet (NASDAQ:FRPT) and Chegg (NYSE:CHGG) on May 4; Marathon Petroleum (NYSE:MPC), Fiat Chrysler Automobiles (NYSE:FCAU), Sysco (NYSE:SYY), Beyond Meat (NASDAQ:BYND), US Foods (NYSE:USFD), DuPont (NYSE:DD), Activision Blizzard (NASDAQ:ATVI), Disney (NYSE:DIS), Prudential (NYSE:PRU), Allstate (NYSE:ALL) and Dominion Energy (NYSE:D) on May 5; CVS Health (NYSE:CVS), General Motors (NYSE:GM), Bunge (NYSE:BG), Barrick (NYSE:GOLD), MetLife (NYSE:MET), T-Mobile US (NASDAQ:TMUS), Etsy (NASDAQ:ETSY), Shopify (NYSE:SHOP), Peloton Interactive (NASDAQ:PTON) and PayPal (NASDAQ:PYPL) on May 6; AmerisourceBergen (NYSE:ABC), JetBlue (NASDAQ:JBLU), Booking Holdings (NASDAQ:BKNG), Raytheon Technologies (NYSE:RTX), Anheuser-Busch InBev (NYSE:BUD), Bristol-Myers Squibb (NYSE:BMY), ViacomCBS (NASDAQ:VIAC), Baidu (NASDAQ:BIDU), Uber (NYSE:UBER), News Corp (NASDAQ:NWSA) and Post Holdings (NYSE:POST) on May 7; and SeaWorld Entertainment (NYSE:SEAS), Cronos (NASDAQ:CRON) and PBF Energy (NYSE:PBF) on May 8.
M&A tidbits: The Stars Group (NASDAQ:TSG)-Flutter Entertainment (OTC:PDYPF) merger is expected to close on May 5. Also within the casino/gaming sector, keep an eye on Caesars Entertainment (NASDAQ:CZR) and Eldorado Resorts (NASDAQ:ERI) with the New Jersey Control Commission due to meet to discuss the combination of the two casino operators. Shareholder votes are upcoming on the Macquarie takeover of Cincinnati Bell (NYSE:CBB) and the Opus Bank (NASDAQ:OPB)-Pacific Premier Bancorp (NASDAQ:PPBI) merger.
What is your view? Do we continue to go up in general or are we just before a big drop? SPX500 tested major Fibonacci level but wasn't strong enough: https://alphascala.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/Screenshot-2020-05-02-at-21.12.56.png
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9 and 1/2 years later, one Courier finally reaches the end of his lonesome road.

Been a long time coming. In the small town in which I lived back in 2010, I was one of a just a handful who came to get our copies of Fallout: New Vegas from the local Gamestop during the midnight release. I had college midterms that week and my only chance to play it was that night, so I pulled an all-nighter, with only a pony keg of beer and a large quantity of Monster left over from my friend’s birthday party Jager-bombs for supplies. Felt like absolute garbage the next day, but it was worth it; I got more than six hours of sweet playtime in before going to school in a state of gut-churning delirium.

That playthrough however would never be finished. I can’t remember exactly where I fell off the wagon, only that I did fire up the Xbox 360 long after I had given up on it to try to get the momentum going again, and failed. I know I must have been close to the max Vanillla level, and reasonably far along in the main quest (failing the other faction questlines and such) Had probably done at least 75% The next serious attempt came a few years later, when I was able to borrow a friends GOTY (or Ultimate, can’t remember what they called it), also for Xbox 360 and try it again, but with the higher level cap and DLC additions. This time, I was somewhat more methodical, remembering what I’d done and how I wanted to do it right, and then going so far as to venture into Zion, completing Honest Hearts, and then entering Lonesome Road next. Though I was in my mid-twenties levelwise, I found LR to be challenging and a little confusing. I didn’t actually realize I could leave it at any time and come back, and I lost interest again. That’s where the second attempt failed.

A friend of mine stayed with me when he was between places, and he used my old copy to do an all-Legion vanilla playthrough. I saw most of this, and it triggered my interest again. Even so, it would be years later until I finally felt the lure of New Vegas tugging at my soul again, and found a nice discount on Steam. So I downloaded the game, and started for the 3rd time. This time I vowed to do something different; rather than the traditional “stealth sniper” model of combat, I would go all-out melee. I min-maxed hard, as I usually do, planning around my eventual stats with my ideal gear loadout and the fact that I would eventually have all skills maxed. Had to take a 1 in Charisma, but it really had no noticeable effect on the game, especially since I pushed Speech high fairly early. Ended up with 10’s in Strength and Luck, a 2 in Charisma, and 9’s in every other SPECIAL stat.

I looked up quite a few things beforehand, aiming for ideal outcomes. This is what led me to misinterpret a key detail regarding the NCLegion infamy resetting during the main quest, and so rather than avoiding confronting Benny during the conclusion of “Ring-a-ding-ding!”, I actually did not enter the Strip at all until after I was Level 50, having concluded Lonesome Road (which made swapping companions a giant pain in the ass). I had decided to nuke both NCR and Legion at the end of Lonesome Road, and not because I planned to finish on the Independent questline. No, it’s because I played the most OCD looting obsessed scavenger you can imagine. Wish I could say it was “role-playing” but truth be told, I just couldn’t stop myself.

Two things about that: firstly, I wouldn’t make the choice of nuking the two factions again. Honestly, regardless of who I planned on siding with, I wouldn’t bother nuking either. I don’t consider the Scorched Sierra Power Armor useful, especially compared to the Remnants or Gannon armor, and the Armor of the 87th Tribe looks kind of cool, but it’s a pretty poor weight/DT ratio and the only time I bothered equipping it was during one of my many fights against Legate Lanius, as a joke (wearing the Marked Beast Helmet and wielding the Blade of the West. I know, I know, very original…) Also, neither of the unique Grenade Rifles are that interesting. By the time I obtained them, I had Red Glare, Annabelle, and a Fat Man and a stupid amount of ammo for those weapons, so the 40mm grenades just felt beside the point. Secondly, damn did I over prepare. For pretty much everything. Playing mostly melee until all my other weapon skills caught up, I hoarded tons of late-game weapon ammo and I just never had the chance to use much of it. Not mention hundreds if not thousands of healing items. Oh, and money? When the Securitron did my credit check to see if I had 2K caps and could enter the strip, I was just shy of 1 Million. I had closer to 1.2 Million by the time I actually tried gambling in any casino (other than the Sierra Madre), I had a ton of Pre-War money, a large reserve of both Legion and NCR money, and I stole all 37 gold bars from the Sierra Madre vault and never sold any of them. I spent way too much time hoarding, and despite playing on Hardcore there was only a couple of times where I ever felt like I was suffering for it or needed to actually change my actions due to food, hydration, or sleep. When I did the Arizona Killer quest, I thought there was going to be a huge number of NCR troopers and Rangers present. I just reverse pick-pocketed the C4 I’d been hoarding onto everyone present, left about 5 blocks on the stage, and then, just to be a dick, sat on the observation platform using a Stealthboy and waited for Kimball to finish his speech before shooting him in the head with an exploding .50 MG round. Immediately after, I pushed the detonator and there was literally no one left on top of the dam.

I didn’t enter Zion until I was around level 30, having already completed 80-90% of the sidequests. After I finished HH, I spent some more time wrapping up in the Mojave, then I did OWB. After that, I finished literally every remaining quest in the Mojave I knew of except the ones that would anger the Legion. Then I did DM, and then I completed the remaining side-quests, becoming an enemy of the Legion, including taking Boone on a nice little trip to wipe out Cottonwood Cove. Finally, I completed LR, let the nukes fly, but saved Ulysses for reasons I’m still not sure about. Happened to get the NCR Courier Duster, which I was happy about; that extra carry weight is actually pretty useful and I wouldn’t have bothered wearing any of the other ones based on their stats.

From that point, it was all fairly straightforward. Although since I had several hundred hours invested and this felt like the most complete playthrough I’d ever do, I saved a couple of key “point of no return” moments. On this same file, I finished all 4 main questlines. Started with the Legion, because I had to destroy the Securitrons in the Fort for them alone, and their quests contradict everyone else’s. Then I did Mr. House, because both NCR and Independent require him to die to move forward after a point. NCR was 3rd, and then finally, Independent. For the first 3, though I did complete all companion quests (except “For Auld Lang Syne” during the Legion one), I did kind of a rush job. Then, I really took my time with the final playthrough, because the Independent ending was the one I’d really wanted all along. Took some companions on a nice vacation, like taking Veronica to watch as I got kicked out of every casino, or when I gave Boone my CZ37 Avenger and I took my Shoulder Mounted Machine Gun and we went to Visit Caesar like the hammer of justice. But tonight, I finally did it, and I finished my ultimate playthrough, which despite ending 4 times, didn’t feel over until the last one.

Despite playing on PC this time, I didn’t use mods. I wanted the experience. And I have to say, holy fuck does this game still crash way too much. It’s really kind of unbearable at times. I love New Vegas overall, but goddamn it’s buggy. We all know it, just had to get that off my chest. I do think it’s interesting how there’s really no “totally good” ending. All the major factions have their appeal, and their drawbacks. Obviously, the Legion is worse than most. But they’re inarguably effective, and my understanding is that cut content was supposed to expand upon what is only hinted at in-game, which is that life is actually pretty good for everyone in Legion territory who isn’t one of their slaves. The NCR dedicates itself to noble ideals but is bogged down by a corrupt bureaucracy and oligarchy, and plenty of folks in the Mojave aren’t asking for their kind of help. They’re also an imperialist power overreaching, so there’s that. Mr. House himself is an interesting case; while his vision would undeniably be of benefit to mankind, he’s not remotely interested in improving the lives of anyone who he doesn’t employ and thus most of the people just fall by the wayside. He’ll more or less ignore suffering and chaos unless he sees a profit in stopping it. The Independent ending of course puts you in charge, but it doesn’t give you much opportunity to decide what that means, which I found to be disappointing. The Ending slides indicate that really, not much changes aside from the retreat of the 2 foreign powers.

Although it’s never been announced that any ending is Fallout canon, I have to believe that the Independent ending is meant to be such. Neither the NCR nor Legion could really be allowed to win and control Hoover Dam; the entire political landscape would have been thrown too far out of whack. Despite the fact that it’s been over 2 centuries since the great war, the Fallout series basically can’t move past the “Post-Nuclear” world, and having one giant regional power control close to a quarter of the continental US would upset that too much. Similarly, with House’s plan to reignite the high technology sectors and send colony ships to new planets, the game world of Fallout would end. Fallout needs a lawless wasteland as the backdrop, and the only ending that doesn’t upset that delicate balance is the death of Mr. House, the retreat of the NCR, and the defeat of the Legion. There's also the fact that Wild Card is the one main questline that can't be failed by interacting with another faction, and is only no longer able to be completed once you've begun another faction's endgame quest.

Knowing that New Vegas is largely based on the canceled, original Fallout 3 makes a lot of sense. Though I entered the series with Bethesda’s Fallout 3, I have read a lot of the lore and this game feels much more like a continuation of the story set up then. Even though The Courier is far removed from The Vault Dweller and The Chosen One (though maybe not as far removed as we think, given the extent of his prior travels), the story of the NCR, the Brotherhood, and the Enclave all feel much more connected to the events of the Mojave than they do the Capital Wasteland, despite the Brotherhood and Enclave’s more central roles in that story. New Vegas has the direct consequences of the past protagonists’ actions shaping the world, like the NCR’s transition from a tiny town, to a sprawling Republic, to a militaristic empire that is now sinking under the weight of its own overreach and inefficiency. Whereas 3 had just echoes of the past stories and one or two direct cameos like Harold. I almost now think of New Vegas as “Fallout 3” and Fallout 3 as “Fallout Bicentennial”; the spin-off that created a new-branching storyline to which Fallout 4 is obviously a direct sequel.

That brings me to where I wish this game had done better. I know, they suffered from a significant amount of budgetary and time issues. I know there was going to be more to the game than what made the final cut. And they did a pretty incredible job with what they had. The reusing of resources from F03 works pretty well and the game is fun, the character writing is great, I love the humor, the companions are mostly cool. What I wish is that the choices you make in quests had a bit more noticeable impact on the world, aside from random dialogue or radio announcements. I know there’s an in-game reason for why killing Caesar won’t affect the upcoming battle for the dam. But really, going to The Fort and killing him shouldn’t feel like an empty gesture. Both Legion and NCR tell you the Legion is better at taking positions than holding them; why the hell did the NCR never assault Caesar’s camp? I did it with one other dude and Sputnik. And then you can’t even free the 2 slaves that are there once Caesar and all the Legionaries are dead. Why wouldn’t the NCR send some rangers to go hold that hill and rain hell on the Legionaries in the camps below? They send a force to occupy Nelson after you retake it, this seems like a higher priority.

It’s also weird to me how little of a role the Super Mutants played in this game, coming here from Fallout 3. You’ve got the quest in Black Mountain, one or two in Jacobstown, and then like 2 other random encounters with Nightkin in Novac and the Repconn testing facility. And that’s literally it. After proving myself a friend to Jacobstown, I think it’s odd that you can’t ask the mutants to help out during the battle, or at least defend Vegas or something since the NCR and Legion probably would wipe them out if they seized power. This would especially make sense during the Independent Route, establishing Vegas as a haven for all. In general, I think if you’re going to decide to seize power for yourself you should have been given more of a chance to decide what that means and what you do with it. I would have really liked to see more options regarding the Brotherhood and the Followers and shaping how they’re going to fit in to Vegas society, post Hoover Dam. Mr. House was also taking cuts from the Three Families and using them fund his operations. I would have liked the chance to start running some of those operations. Hell, for any faction it would have been cool to get to spend some of my stupid amount of money late-game on improving their equipment, defenses, etc. There’s also quite a few quests that I wish had had alternate methods of resolution that would make sense. For example, why can’t you sabotage the Legion’s Howitzer in I Hear You Knocking or why can’t you take over the bottle cap press for yourself and just lie to Alice McLafferty in Pressing Matters?

Additionally, when one is working for either the NCR or the Legion, it’s irksome that you don’t actually get to join those factions. Would have been cool to go from Recruit Legionary through Centurion and then become a Legatus yourself. Caesar could have at least formally made you Frumentarius, since that’s what you basically become. NCR could have made you a Colonel by the time the battle begins for all the shit you did for them.

Regarding the DLC, and I know this is again due to budgetary reasons, I didn’t like how what you can do in one DLC can’t affect/be referenced in the others or the main game. I also wish you’d been able to go a little deeper on the connection between them, for example talking to Elijah more about Big MT or Graham about Ulysses. Or Christine about Ulysses. I found Elijah to be somewhat a disappointment in general, after him being hyped up by the Mojave BoS, Veronica, and the Think Tank. He’s just kind of a crazy dick.

Honest Hearts was enjoyable but it would have been better if you could get deeper into it with Graham. Plus he would have been a phenomenal companion to bring back to the Mojave; I think he might actually be my favorite character in the game. My favorite part in it was uncovering the story of The Survivalist. Wish finding all entries plus his corpse and belongings could have given you some dialogue options with the Sorrows, maybe even teaching one to be his successor or something. And the Desert Ranger armor was awesome, I wore it until I got the Elite Riot Gear in LR.

Old World Blues was just really solid: had a fun, weird story. Just wish it had an actual impact after you return to the Mojave and the Endgame. I mean, the Courier controlling, Vegas, Hoover Dam, AND the research and production of Big MT? Some shit’s going down. Where’s MY army of robot-scorpions to supplement my army of Securitrons? Only downside is the unique weapons are trash; the only cool thing was the Stealth Suit once it’s fully upgraded.

Dead Money was my least favorite DLC of all. First, the cloud was just annoying, and made it hard to enjoy the one time I lost all my shit and was forced to just play with the newly acquired equipment. Second, the Villa portion vs the actual casino portion is way too long, and I had much higher expectations for the interior of the casino. Third, while the characters were pretty interesting (besides Elijah), I couldn’t believe how there’s no resolution regarding Dean being the one who fucked over Christine and cut her vocal chords. Also, how’d he pull that off? She’s a BoS assassin, for fuck’s sake. Fourth, letting go my ass. My gold. MINE. Fifth, once you’re back in the Mojave, the presence of that vending machine plus the constant dump of chips is basically game-breaking. Not that I needed it by then, I’d pretty much broken the game by being a pointless millionaire hoarder.

Lonesome Road was cool overall. Dragged on a little longer than it needed to in some places. Ulysses, while certainly interesting, rambled a little too much and a little too metaphorically without actually saying much. Love the unique weapons from this one, love the unique armor. My one big issue is that I still barely understand the backstory of the courier after all that. Really wish they had gone into more detail, or that there had been a survivor from the community you helped build who could have filled you in more. Feels like you never actually encounter that community at all, since all the buildings are prewar and all the notes are either prewar or from the recent NCR expeditionary force. If I had to do it again, I’d just stop the nukes since I’d rather have the peace of mind and become idolized with the BoS than anything you actually get from Dry Wells or the Long 15. Also, though it killed me to do it at the time, I left ED-E so I could get the perk. But the more I thought about it, letting him die there actually seems less cruel than letting him try to continue to Navarro and discover what happened to it. Would have been cool if it turned out Arcade was actually the boy in the recordings though.

All in all, I’m glad I’ve finally seen the end of my own lonesome road. And now I’m going to uninstall Fallout New Vegas. But, since we are in the midst of a quarantine, guess I’ll fire up Fallout 4...
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The Abridged Biography of Mr. House, Part 1

Before writing here, I’ve read many debates over the factions in New Vegas. Although I’ve seen many good points, I also feel that Mr. Robert Edwin House is often grossly misunderstood – both by his supporters AND by his detractors. To assist, I’ve endeavoured to read up on all dialogue, letters and terminal entries concerning House, and from that write out a summarized biography with occasional insights into the man’s character. What you’ll read is by no means exhaustive (and I always enjoy new perspectives from others), but it IS going to be a fair bit of reading. I mean, seriously, this is the abridged biography of a 200+ year old man, not some low-effort meme post.
Grab yourself some biscuits and make some nice hot tea. Sit back, relax and enjoy at your own pace.
DISCLAIMER: A flaw of my writing style, especially when using this many words, is that I can appear all over the place at times. I'm trying to improve that. Feedback is appreciated, and I love answering questions should you have any. Don't panic if I don't respond quickly though, IRL is kinda hectic right now.
Anyways, where shall we begin? Oh, right.
To understand House, we must examine the context he inhabited Pre-War.
1) Family Matters
“Born June 25th, 2020, House was orphaned at an early age when his parents died in a freak accident (auto gyro, lightning). Though cheated of his inheritance, House attended the prestigious Institute in Massachusetts and founded RobCo Industries on his 22nd birthday. Within five years, it was one of the most profitable corporations on Earth.”
I have tried to find other texts to support the story Robert House gives of his early life (since we all know his obituary has more than a little embellishment in it), but haven’t found much, other than the eerie terminal logs in the H&H Tools Factory. The logs in general paint an objective picture of his half-brother Anthony House as a deranged man, ending with this noteworthy passage:
“It's worse than I feared. Henderson sent a 10-point memo outlining the benefits of mechanization and automation. As if I wouldn't know he's been plotting with my half-brother the entire time! I knew he was a weasel-dick traitor from the moment I laid eyes on him. Only one thing to do. One thing, and the company - my father's LEGACY - is safe forever. Cindy-Lou will bring him to me, and then I'll make an example. The Bastard will learn why you don't cross the House.”
and
“Jenny, What the hell is up with these guys? They've been coming after our market share like they've got something to prove. No, strike that, this feels personal. Did Mr. H. run over RobCo's dog or something? Alan”
With the above in mind, it is believable that Anthony House had cheated Robert House out of his inheritance, with the former viewing the latter as “The Bastard” (due to Robert being the younger half-brother) and thus undeserving of any part of the House family legacy. We can thus take the QUOTED part of House’s obituary above more or less at face value.
2) The end is nigh!
Now, years after raising a famous company from almost nothing, Mr. House deduced the occurrence of the Great War. By his own account, he first deduced this in 2065 – at this point in time, according to the Fallout Bible and Van Buren, Vault-Tech’s “Project Safehouse” had been in motion for over 11 years with the apparent goal being to shelter humanity in the event of a large-scale nuclear or bio-weapon holocaust. Europe and the Middle East were mutually ruined due to extended conflict and lack of resources. Heritage sites like the Grand Canyon were open to be mined. And the UN may-or-may-not-have been disbanded. Going by the GNN report in Fallout 2 the UN still had at least another (fairly ineffectual) 9 years left counting down from 2065. According to the Fallout Bible, it was already long dead. Either way, the world was in bad shape.
It’d be easy for us, at this point, to turn to Mr. House’s prediction and say something along the lines of “No kidding”. It seems obvious, from where we stand now in the Pre-War Fallout world, that there would be a nuclear Holocaust. And indeed, it was obvious. Even the Mormons were buying spots in Project Safehouse, if we are to believe Van Buren in that particular instance. What made House unique in his deduction, however, was knowing not only that the Atomic Holocaust WOULD happen no matter what (Vault-Tech’s plans were based more around general contingencies for any large-scale apocalypse), but he also knew precisely WHEN it would happen – the War only starting a day or so sooner than he expected.
As an aside, in light of the shambles the Pre-War world was in, one must wonder just how much it actually meant to be “one of the most profitable corporations on Earth”. Earth, at that point, was almost a wasteland already and House still built and sustained a thriving business. But I digress; we’re not yet worrying about how House could rebuild a wasteland. What we need to look at now is this – what did House do with his uniquely precise knowledge of the impending Apocalypse?
“I knew I couldn't ‘save the world,’ nor did I care to. But I could save Vegas, and in the process, perhaps, save mankind.”
And really, it is no wonder House did not care to save the world – there was barely anything left to save. The UN – an international force for peace – had either died or was rapidly weakening. The U.S. began setting its sights on annexing Canada. Entire forests were felled, Once-ler style, just as countries were felled to acquire them. Sure, people could build power armour, but only because the US military could no longer afford to fuel their tanks for sufficient mobility, and their “Mechanized Cavalry” needed something to take into battle. Even electricity is rationed after the fusion reactor of New York City almost went supercritical under the strain of providing for a 17 million+ strong population (Fallout Bible). And, despite all their troubles, America was still one of the best off countries in the world at this point (which makes you wonder how much worse it was in the others).
But whilst America carried on, Lonesome Road and Old World Blues show us that its values had changed, almost as if in a twisted homage to Heath Ledger’s Joker - “You see, their morals, their code, it's a bad joke. Dropped at the first sign of trouble. They're only as good as the world allows them to be. I'll show you. When the chips are down, these... these civilized people, they'll eat each other. See, I'm not a monster. I'm just ahead of the curve." We see this theme echoed in the NCR and even the Followers of the Apocalypse, but we’ll get to that later.
The Pre-War world wasn’t some ideal Utopia that was only ruined by the tragedy of the bomb. It was already a desperate place, already a wasteland in many ways. There simply wasn’t enough left on Earth to provide for everyone (RIP Charlie Chaplin). And that’s why House could never hope to save everyone, let alone the planet they lived on. Anything he tried on that scale would be “too little, too late”.
3) Who Wants to Live Forever Anyways?
So…why did House choose to save Vegas?
Some say he did so in order to save himself. But if he truly wished to save himself, he could have been like Senator Todd Peterson, and built himself a private bunker within which to live out his days with whatever loved ones he may have had. Even if he wouldn’t be immortal, it’d still be a MUCH more comfortable way to spend his days. When it comes to the life he eventually chose, the Official Game Guide has this to say about House:
“He is emaciated to the point of being skeletal, bones visible under pale, translucent skin crisscrossed by faint blue blood vessels. House's command helmet is not detachable - we don't want to imply that the player could put it on and take his place. The helmet might be bolted right into his skull, like a "halo" used to stabilize severe neck injuries. Or it might not be a helmet at all, the top of Mr. House's skull having been removed and fitted with transistors and vacuum tubes.”
No, House did not endeavour to save himself. If anything, he condemned himself to a special kind of Hell. He was a man with the means to luxury, and yet sealed himself off from it, and almost all human experience the average man might take for granted (the smell of a flower, the touch of a woman, the feeling of a cool breeze on a Summer day)…forever. He mentions his longevity came with a cost. He was not kidding. If anything, he was understating.
Others instead compare House to Andrew Ryan, and say that he saved Vegas only so he could be the head amongst the wealthy and the elite. I must disagree here too – the tribals he later babysits were never elite in their own right by Pre-War standards before House’s intervention. Aside from being a superficial reference to Howard Hughes, House has very little in common with Ryan. Billions of US Dollars were at House’s disposal. If he really wished to be a leading figure amongst the elite, he would’ve built the Fallout equivalent of Rapture in the middle of the ocean ages ago. Or he would’ve built his own “Sierra Madre” to rival Sinclair. Or he would’ve ingratiated himself with the Enclave (who he did contract work for) or the Institute (where he studied), who could’ve used a man like him to lead their projects.
He did none of those things. He chose to save Vegas. Young, old, rich, poor, honest and crooked alike. And he chose to become immortal, despite the steep personal costs.
But why?
4) Long Term Investments
“Vegas is more than a city. It is the remedy to Mankind’s…derailment.”
And all of these resources would fall within range of his Securitron Network – at least once the Mk II upgrade arrives.
If we are to believe that Mr. House wished to establish colonies on new worlds as a solution to Earth’s resource problem regardless of whether the War happens first or not (and the Official Game Guide confirms House is interested in technological progress, at the very least), then it makes sense that House would choose Vegas – not because it is particularly important in itself (compared to other possible cities), but because it is the central location from which he could gain control of resources vital to the space program –renewable energy, REPCONN HQ, rocket test sites and seemingly limitless clean water for his employees. Still, as we find out later, House doesn’t let Vegas itself go to waste by any means…
The site chosen, House toiled over his defenses. He built a nuclear reactor under his casino with enough energy to power the Mojave. He built a life-support system to ensure his survival into the post-apocalypse, no matter the cost. He built Securitrons to protect his interests in the aftermath, and then built a factory/ storage facility for them under Fortification Hill – a mere stone’s throw from Hoover Dam - so that his army might never run out. Meanwhile, the brilliant Big MT scientist who would become Dr. 0 silently fumed in envy over House’s superior abilities in robotics.
Some may doubt that the Fort’s bunker was a factory. After all, House just calls it a “barracks”, which implies storage, right? Well, consider some barracks have recruitment offices – and in RTS style games, they’re often functionally the same building. Now what would the Securitron equivalent of a “recruitment office” be? Powering up the Fort Bunker causes distinct, repetitive hydraulic sounds, as if there were an assembly line moving. Does that sound like mere storage to you? No. You think he’d build an army with no way to replenish it?
“I'm surprised you can still underestimate me after everything you've seen.”
5) For Want of a Nail
But now, ironically after the above quote, we encounter House’s greatest failure. You see, House had everything set up, but it was still in BETA (insert Fallout76 Joke here). He commissioned the “Platinum Chip” to contain all the patches, software upgrades and override commands he could need for the foreseeable future. It was specially shaped so it could only be used on hardware he specified – no other company could hope to steal it or otherwise use it for their own purposes. The Chip was finished and scheduled to arrive a day before the predicted date of the war.
And then the War arrived a day early.
77 Warheads targeted Vegas. Mr. House, irrevocably entombed within his Life Chambers, readied Vegas’ defenses…
“I was in Mexico City when the bombs dropped. Even from there, we could see House's defensive rockets shooting down the incoming missiles.” -Raul Tejeda
And what House couldn’t shoot down, he hacked, deactivating warheads mid-air so they could never reach Vegas. But, because the Platinum Chip hadn’t arrived in time, the software remained a BETA - and would for another 204 years. Nine warheads managed to impact the Mojave.
*“When blaring civil defense sirens heralded mankind's doom on October 23rd, 2077, the citizens of Las Vegas bore witness to an astonishing spectacle. Huge laser cannons unfurled from secret housings in the roof of the Lucky 38 casino and Hoover Dam's intake towers and began spitting blasts of green fire into the sky, destroying warhead after warhead and sparing Las Vegas's urban center and the dam from direct hits. Citizens filled the streets and cheered. And then they died horribly from the lethal fallout that blew in from the dozens of warheads that detonated around Las Vegas.
Though Mr. House's missile defense grid performed admirably, the Great War was in actuality the day of his greatest setback.”*
House saved no-one that day. You were either in a Vault, or you were House, or you were dead.
Software bugs, compounded by the EMP from nuclear fallout, caused the defense action House put forward to result in multiple system crashes, forcing him to shut down his fully automated reactor before it melted down from faulty programming. Now without Hoover Dam (EMP) or his reactor, House’s life support relied on a very limited supply of emergency power. It was all he could do to restore his OS to an even less advanced -but more stable- build before passing out from shock.
6) Too Stubborn to Die
Now, the Courier is famous for rising from the grave to finish their quest - but House did it first. 61 years after the bombs dropped, House woke up. At this time, the Master (of Super Mutant army fame) was active and alive. Vault 15 – from which Shady Sands was built – hadn’t even opened yet. The majority of House’s Securitrons are offline, with only a handful of downgraded ones stationed in his casino. Raiders plagued the Wastes. And House’s own limited power supplies dwindled ever lower.
Now, he lived a full life. Raul notes how House was something of a superstar who dated all the beautiful women and made billions before the War, reaching the ripe age of 57 before the bombs fell. After losing almost everything in his gamble to try save Vegas, it’d be tempting for anyone in House’s position to give up, to shut down again and just…die. Instead…
“Immediately he began using his Securitron robots to search out human settlements…”
From this point onwards (until his determinant acquisition of the Dam) House is forced to make choices most of us don’t even have to consider. Everyone has to worry about their budget for the month. Some of us have to worry about their budget for the year…or a company’s or even country’s budget for a similar period - maybe 5 or 10 years, in some cases. House has chosen to worry about the World’s “budget” (fiscal or otherwise) over the course of…forever, because no one else alive is as acutely aware of the global resource shortage as House, who lived through multiple wars caused by it, culminating in that big famous one that almost ended the world.
“For years, I played a miser with my emergency power supply. I began to run out of reserves around the time I woke the first batch of Securitrons”.
Of course, House had his own budgets to worry about. It was not long after sending out his forces to find other humans that his power supply began to dip dangerously low. Realizing the costs of waking up his robots after the first batch forced House to play very carefully – after all, he couldn’t enact his plans to revitalize the global economy if he died now, could he? He sent his mechanical agents out, quietly hiring prospectors to find his beloved Chip – with no personnel or infrastructure to reproduce it, he had to find it…before he shut off forever.
Beyond that, he ran silently, keeping his “electrical bill” as low as possible, hoping the Chip would find him in time. As it turns out, the NCR got to him first.
If you ever wondered why House did not try to personally civilize Vegas, introduce sustainable agriculture and grant free schooling before NCR showed up, it’s because doing those things would require him to take a very active role in life outside the Lucky 38, and doing that, with his power reserves as they were, would have been fatal for him (to say nothing of the mutants, raiders, etc). This is the weakest he has ever been since his half-brother swindled him.
But I digress. The NCR is on the horizon…as was the Legion.
7) I Called Dibs 2 Centuries Ago
Suddenly, things moved very quickly. For years after the Wastes were repopulated, (what passed for) peace and order in Nevada was maintained by the vigilante Desert Rangers, who allowed themselves to be absorbed into the NCR in 2271, in exchange for help against Caesar. A year later, the Mojave Outpost as we see it –under NCR- came to be, the Mojave south of the Vegas area having been pacified earlier under the leadership of then-General Kimball. Then, Kimball achieving Presidency, Hoover Dam fell under their grip.
In the span of 2274 House engaged his final power reserves in a last-ditch effort to secure his future (and, by proxy and from his perspective, the future of Mankind). Beatrix Russel and the King describe Pre-House Vegas as a place where everyone got by, but the truth is less-than-spotless; according to the FNVOGG, tribes fought amongst the ruins – Slither Kin, Boot Riders, Great Khans, and many other smaller or more mysterious groups. Using Securitrons as his intermediaries, Mr. House enlisted the help of all who were both willing and capable of aiding him, playing on their self-interest and need to survive by promising (and delivering) them resources and power. But whilst you can teach tribals to fight your enemies and socialize with your allies, you can’t turn them into a competent team of technical specialists – not in the time available. And he’d need educated men and women to truly restore the glamour of his New Vegas.
And that’s where Vault 21 came in. After uncooperative tribes like the Great Khans were pushed off the areas around the Strip, House made an offer to this community, who had previously lived in peace as chaos raged above them. The offer was simple: help rebuild Vegas…or not. Most chose the second option, but a small group of Vault residents decided to gain support on House’s behalf, eventually achieving a consensus: they would work for House, and opened their doors to him. They soon found themselves aiding House’s tribals in building a massive wall sheltering both the Strip and Freeside from the rest of Vegas. Vault 21’s lower levels were salvaged of useful technology to aid in construction…and then (infamously) filled with concrete to ensure future, less innocent visitors to the Vault couldn’t use it to breach the Lucky 38’s sub-levels or Vegas’ defenses. At the request of its more agoraphobic residents, House spared Vault 21’s top levels, transforming it into a hotel for them to run. With the Vegas Strip being far larger – more casinos, more housing, more everything – in lore, art and cutscenes compared to in-game, it is plausible to believe the displaced Vault Dwellers were rehoused on the Strip itself; as relatively well educated individuals, they’d be invaluable in House’s endeavours – of the three we met, we know one became House’s top sign artist, one became a hotel manager and one voluntarily left Vegas to be a travelling doctor before retiring in Goodsprings (we know because he eventually returned to marry his sweetheart, who still lived not far from the Vault she came from).
Whilst not yet open for business by any means, House had managed to turn a ruin plagued with tribal conflicts into a citadel presided over by Three Families. The NCR arrived in force, expecting just another wasted city picked over by warring raiders…and instead found a fortress in the wastes…and surprisingly, one that not only wasn’t hostile to them, but outright welcomed them…providing certain concessions were made…
With the threat of the Legion just on the horizon, NCR were faced with an offer they could not refuse – they would be allowed to set up an embassy and police force on the Strip, as well as a military base in Outer Vegas so long as they provided 5% of the Dam’s power output to Vegas (which they would need to do to make use of their embassy and base anyways) and allow their citizens and soldiers on leave to enjoy House’s amenities at their own discretion. Sounds pretty reasonable, doesn’t it? NCR agreed to the terms, implicitly legitimizing the sovereignty of New Vegas under House. Power flowed to the Strip and House, who had to suffer multiple power outages, whose salves and meds almost curdled because of this, whose life was literally tied to that of his battery…could finally breathe easy, now having more (electrical) power than he knew what to do with.
8) But why didn’t House…?
You may be asking “Why didn’t House instead provide his resources to the NCR, allowing them to push the tribals out of Vegas and restore it that way, possibly becoming a prominent citizen in the process?”
House’s detractors often refer to his compulsive need for control, and control is precisely why House would rather recruit tribals to work for him than try to merge with something larger. But why does House want that control?
I’d argue it isn’t due to a compulsive need for it – his leadership is extremely hands-off. To understand why House wants to remain in control, rather than admit subservience to a larger civilization, we need to look back to Pre-War America and that Joker quote we put down earlier.
NCR is, in many ways, similar to Pre-War US. It was founded on lofty ideals. And when resources became scarce? They abandoned their ideals and annexed whatever and whoever they wanted to get more resources until the globe was almost depleted and -BOOM! So far, NCR is just at the “annexing” stage (not that they have nukes anyways), but the globe is about as depleted as it was 200 years ago.
Chief Hanlon speaks of the overconsumption and mismanagement of water in their territories, Doctor Hildern predicts a famine after a decade of population growth. Supporting this, the intro-cutscene for the game outright states NCR’s expansion is influenced by a lack of resources for their growing populace. NCR’s current population as a nation…around 700 000. Compare that to Johannesburg’s (which is just one city) population of 900 000+. Compare that to the 39 million+ strong population of real life California today. And NCR is the largest unified population on the continent. And they’re running out of resources already. By modern IRL standards, the population that Earth (or at least, America) can sustain in the Post-War Fallout universe is absolutely tiny. Even the possible savior we find within Big MT’s matter replicators is in question, with the substantially wealthy Sinclair being driven almost into debt just to fund the creation a few according to the terminal in the Y-0 Lab, and very few having been found outside the Sierra Madre despite Dean’s claims. Of course, perhaps that could change with time and resources directed towards further development, but until then… (As it stands, Pre-War US couldn’t/ didn’t make them economically viable to produce before the Great War started). If even the Followers of the Apocalypse are willing to commit murder over water at this juncture (White Wash), imagine how things would be later down the line. There aren’t infinite resources in the Fallout world – just too few people to deplete what is left…yet.
No one is as painfully aware of the resource shortage as House. Maybe others of his intellect will rise up in the NCR, but like him in Pre-War US, they won’t detect the issue until it’s too late to properly solve it. Not wanting to gamble on the multi-headed NCR following his advice forever, he instead puts on an appearance of having power, ensuring full control over his enterprises. This is why House doesn’t bid for NCR citizenship.
He’s seen what happens to Democracies when the going gets truly desperate – how they corrupt into oligarchies blinded by greed or desperation. Rather than watch that happen again, he chooses to become an autocrat in a long-term venture for the good of Mankind – after all (as we’ve stated before), he has little reason to continue living for himself.
9) The Nature of the Strip
“A fool and his money are soon parted.” – Proverbs, 21:20, King James Bible
Strip away the gambling amenities, and what is left? A luxury resort, a fine-dining restaurant, an art gallery, a theatre, bars, hotels, a brothel and a gentleman’s club.
For want of a nail, House cannot access the powerful amenities around Vegas, but he’s made the best of the city itself. Early on, access between the Strip and Freeside was unrestricted (according to the FNVOGG) – Securitrons thoroughly patrolled both areas and just about everybody there was living relatively well.
For those of you familiar with casinos, you know they pull every trick in the book – the smiling staff, the bright lights, the music, and the colours – in order to subtly entice you to make a wager. For those who’ve only visited casinos to partake in their collection of arcades, restaurants, cinemas or theatres, you know all those psychological prompts to “pay to watch people flip paper squares”, as Follows-Chalk likes to say, are entirely ignorable.
For a man like House, the Strip exists to collect money (a.k.a. the power to requisition resources) from those who do not know how to spend it and redistribute it into the hands of those working towards his ends (maintenance aside, recovering his Chip – which is still invaluable despite the power from Hoover Dam - is becoming a tad expensive, after all). It also exists as a place of culture and relaxation for more responsible visitors. For many others, however, the Strip has become a beacon of hope.
Enthusiastic entertainers finally had a place to permanently employ their gifts. Those who were unfortunate in life but otherwise hard-working made livings as Street Vendors on the Strip, earning far more than they could anywhere else even after taking House’s Franchisee taxes into account. And formerly inter-warring tribals were finally living in peace, operating lavish casinos semi-independently in return for making and enforcing certain agreements with House (notably, cannibalism carries the death penalty).
10) The Separation from Freeside
Around two years BEFORE the game started, or 2 years AFTER the First Battle of Hoover Dam, House began to wall Freeside off from the Strip. Whether it was due to being overwhelmed by too many people trying to spend money they didn’t actually have, or due to a security issue, House decided to pull his Securitron forces and loyal employees off of Freeside to concentrate on the Strip, with admittance becoming more exclusive. You either:
a) possessed a passport indicating you were trusted to visit the Strip
b) had enough money on you to prove you were a tourist who could afford to enjoy the Strip’s services (there is no entry tax or fee – just a credit check to ensure you aren’t going to just indebt yourself within 5 seconds of visiting)
c) have to stay in Freeside or go home
d) were an NCR soldier or VIP on leave
OR
e) tried to break past a cordon of armed robots whilst ignoring their instructions to stop and turn around, earning yourself a Darwin Award (of course, NCR troops will also kill you if you try to use “their” Monorail under similar circumstances, only they won’t wait for you to break past them).
But despite the new checkpoint, a woman from North Vegas – who previously could barely afford to eat – found good, steady work on the Strip as a salesperson. Street performers like the Lonesome Drifter or Billy Knight were admitted in without a peep. Although it’s true that the Strip’s services cater to the rich, the people it truly looks after are the hard working and enthusiastic (Billy Knight isn’t an exceptional comedian, but he clearly loves his work and that was clearly enough). Remember that no one local to Vegas was rich before House came back –since his resurrection he has been an employer of the willing and the able, and that hasn’t changed. Vegas puts on a big show for wealthy consumers, but it’s people like Billy Knight or the woman from North Vegas who come out ahead.
But, of course, not everyone liked the idea of working for House. Perhaps, more tragically, they decided too late to find employment as all staff slots were filled. Regardless, Freeside, with most of its more capable now residing on the Strip, and the Securitons no longer protecting it, degenerated back into lawlessness and became a hive of scum and villainy. It is from these conditions that a man calling himself the King rallied various dispossessed former tribals of all colours into a new tribe of his own. But we’ll return to him later…
We never find out for certain why House shut out Freeside. The Locals will blame the droves of NCR squatters around Vegas (for just about everything), but we’ll likely never know for certain beyond plausible speculations.
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Insys Therapeutics — Insys has hired Lazard to advise it on possible strategic options, and the drugmaker also said it was in talks to sell its fentanyl spray product Subsys. Insys had said in November that it was reviewing options for its opioid-related assets.

STOCK SYMBOL: INSY

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GlaxoSmithKline — Glaxo reported positive results for an experimental two-drug HIV treatment in a late stage study. The drug combination would be administered just one time per month.

STOCK SYMBOL: GSK

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American Outdoor Brands — American Outdoor reported quarterly profit of 16 cents per share, 4 cents a share above estimates. The firearms maker's revenue also came in above forecasts. Without an adjustment for a restructuring charge, the company formerly known as Smith & Wesson reported a quarterly loss.

STOCK SYMBOL: AOBC

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Okta — Okta reported a quarterly loss of 4 cents per share, smaller than the 8 cents a share that Wall Street analysts were forecasting. The maker of identity management tools also saw revenue beat forecasts, but it also gave a weaker-than-expected outlook.

STOCK SYMBOL: OKTA

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The Buckle — The stock was downgraded to "sell" from "hold" at Deutsche Bank, which expects the accessories retailer to miss consensus estimates for its fourth quarter. The company is scheduled to report its quarterly results on March 15.

STOCK SYMBOL: BKE

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I hope you all have an excellent trading day ahead today on this Friday, March 8th, 2019! :)

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My dad's favorite picture of me

So my dad ticks a lot of JustNo boxes:
Diagnosed, but untreated bipolar disorder? Check. A severe anger management problem? Check. A massive coke problem? Check. Raging alcoholism? Check. A terminal victim mentality? Big, fat, fucking check.
He's been this way ever since he was a toddler (minus the coke and alcohol issues...I think). His parents are the reason that I'm alive today. I wouldn't have survived childhood had they not been there. HOWEVER, they're also the reason he is the way that he is. He was such a nightmare as a kid and so abusive to his parents that they always just caved and gave him what he wanted to avoid his violent temper tantrums. As an adult, he expects everyone to give into his every whim like they did and violently lashes out when they don't.
If you throw substance abuse into that equation, you get an uncontrollable, destructive monster. And if that's not bad enough, allow that monster to reproduce (this is where I come in. Hey!). It's an equation that makes no sense, has no point, and solves for absolutely nothing. The only purpose is to create chaos and breed life-long psychological disorders.
My mom had me and my brother and we stayed with my dad for a while, but after he slapped her around enough times, she peaced the fuck out. They got divorced, she remarried, and we only had to see him every other weekend. My brother and I were young and idolized my dad, but he pretty much saw us as a burden and would manipulate us to make himself feel special. For instance, when we were at home with our mom, he would call just to tell us that he was going to kill our dog and move to Florida and have us put up for adoption just to make us cry. I guess hearing us cry about that made him feel like he was important? Idk, I'm not even going to try to make sense of anything that happens in that bat shit crazy head of his. The truth is that I don't remember a ton of memories from my early childhood because they're repressed deep down somewhere just waiting to bob up to the surface and throw me head first into a mental breakdown. But I'll cross that bridge when I get to it lol. What I DO remember is just a flurry of yelling, fighting, punching walls, crying, and pain. No one was ever happy and everything was always chaotic.
As a result, I developed a weird coping mechanism. Ever since I was a kid, the feeling of something tickling my ear has been comforting. I remember being in the car as a kid and putting my ear up to an open window and feeling the air hit the inside of my ear. From there it turned into me using my hair to tickle my ear. I use the very tips of my hair, just a couple pieces at a time, and put them inside my ear. It tickles, but it's not overwhelming, and has always been a nervous tick. I still do it without thinking about it.
It wasn't until I was in high school that I realized this was a residual symptom of a traumatic childhood. This was my way of coping as a kid, something I could control when everything around me was spiraling in a crazy, cocaine fueled tornado. Some kids suck their thumbs, I put hair in my ear. Anyway, this is apparently something my dad found hilarious.
When I was 17, he got remarried to this trainwreck of a woman in, where else but Las Vegas. At Ceasar's Palace of all places. The entire thing was a shit show. My grandparents paid for everything while her family excluded us from all their pre wedding activities and talked about my grandparents behind their back. While everyone else actually stayed at Caesar's Palace, we stayed off the strip at a seedy motel, but at least we were away from most of the drama. My dad called us screaming that his fiance was a bitch and they were calling off the wedding at least 3 times, and he was drunk the whole weekend, making a fool out of himself. But I was just happy I got to see my grandma in her natural habitat, the Casino, and spend time with her and my grandpa. The rest of the time I was pretending I was anywhere else.
This is where the picture comes in. At the reception, the photographer snapped a picture of me with my hair in my ear, staring at the ground. This turned into my dad's favorite picture of me and he has it framed on a bookshelf in his living room. I think it's interesting that his favorite picture of me is one of me employing a coping mechanism that I developed because of his abuse and he has no idea.
I'm doing a lot better these days. I live 800 miles away from him, have my own life, and I'm healing. A lot of what he did to me has affected me in ways I am still discovering, but I'm getting through it. I try to not dwell too much on my past and I'm slowly letting go of everything, but I'm getting there. This is just something I thought was interesting so I thought I would share.
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Today's Pre-Market News [Friday, March 8th, 2019]

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Big Lots — The discount retailer reported adjusted quarterly profit of $2.68 per share, above the consensus estimate of $2.30 a share. Revenue also beat forecasts, as did comparable-store sales.

STOCK SYMBOL: BIG

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Vail Resorts — The resort operator earned $5.02 per share for its latest quarter, 19 cents a share above estimates. Revenue beat forecasts, as well. Vail lowered its 2019 guidance, however, due to a variety of factors, including fewer than expected destination visits in the pre-holiday period, as well as shortfalls at its Tahoe and Whistler resorts, as it had previously warned. Separately, Vail announced a 20 percent dividend hike.

STOCK SYMBOL: MTN

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Navistar — The truck maker earned 11 cents per share for its latest quarter compared to a consensus estimate of 16 cents a share, though that number was impacted by some one-time items. Revenue jumped 28 percent and was above Street forecasts thanks to better truck sales, and the company said the quarter was its best since 2010.

STOCK SYMBOL: NAV

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Exxon Mobil — Cowen cut its rating on the stock to "market perform" from "outperform," saying the energy giant's long-term dividend commitment could be a negative for investors who may give more weight current excess free cash flow to future free cash flow.

STOCK SYMBOL: XOM

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Tilray — Jefferies began coverage of the cannabis producer with an "underperform" rating, saying Tilray has arguably inferior positioning in certain parts of its business compared to its peers.

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Caesars Entertainment — Investor Carl Icahn increased his stake in the casino operator to 15.53 percent from the prior 9.78 percent, according to a Securities and Exchange Commission filing. Icahn reached an agreement with Caesars last week to add three of his nominees to the board.

STOCK SYMBOL: CZR

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Costco — Costco reported quarterly profit of $2.01 per share, beating the consensus estimate of $1.69 a share. Revenue came in below Wall Street forecasts. Costco saw a 6.7 percent jump in overall comparable-store sales, and also saw a 25.5 surge in comparable online sales. Separately, Costco raised its starting wage for workers to $15 per hour from $14, its second dollar-per-hour increase in less than a year.

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Tesla — Tesla reached agreement with Chinese lenders for a 12-month credit facility of up to $521 million for its Shanghai plant that is expected to be finished in May. The automaker has put the total cost of its so-called Gigafactory at $2 billion.

STOCK SYMBOL: TSLA

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Deutsche Bank — Deutsche Bank and Commerzbank have no mandate from their supervisory and management boards to engage in merger talks, according to sources who spoke to Reuters. Focus magazine had reported that the CEOs of the two German banks had resumed talks about a potential merger on orders from those boards.

STOCK SYMBOL: DB

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Sprint, T-Mobile US — The FCC has halted its 180-day review clock on the proposed merger of Sprint and T-Mobile, giving the public three extra weeks to comment on the $26 billion dollar combination of the two wireless carriers.

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Insys Therapeutics — Insys has hired Lazard to advise it on possible strategic options, and the drugmaker also said it was in talks to sell its fentanyl spray product Subsys. Insys had said in November that it was reviewing options for its opioid-related assets.

STOCK SYMBOL: INSY

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GlaxoSmithKline — Glaxo reported positive results for an experimental two-drug HIV treatment in a late stage study. The drug combination would be administered just one time per month.

STOCK SYMBOL: GSK

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American Outdoor Brands — American Outdoor reported quarterly profit of 16 cents per share, 4 cents a share above estimates. The firearms maker's revenue also came in above forecasts. Without an adjustment for a restructuring charge, the company formerly known as Smith & Wesson reported a quarterly loss.

STOCK SYMBOL: AOBC

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Okta — Okta reported a quarterly loss of 4 cents per share, smaller than the 8 cents a share that Wall Street analysts were forecasting. The maker of identity management tools also saw revenue beat forecasts, but it also gave a weaker-than-expected outlook.

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The Buckle — The stock was downgraded to "sell" from "hold" at Deutsche Bank, which expects the accessories retailer to miss consensus estimates for its fourth quarter. The company is scheduled to report its quarterly results on March 15.

STOCK SYMBOL: BKE

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Blurred Lines & Grey Matters (Part 3)

Blurred Lines & Grey Matters (Part 3)
edgy sci-fi novella by Anonymous Jr.
Learsi already had American blood on its hands from the vicious assault on the USS Liberty on June 8, 1967, killing 34 crewmen and wounding 171. It's absolutely not the peace-loving American-style democracy surrounded by unprovoked hostile neighbors that it pretends to be. Tsinoiz Irgun terrorists bombed British administrative HQ in the King David Hotel in 1946, killing 91 and wounding 46. Today, the hotel's website simply says, "Built in 1929, King David has played an important role in the history of Learsi and Melaseruj". While Americans were prevented from flying soon after 9/11, elite bin Laden family members and Saudi royals were gathered up from Florida and Kentucky and flown to Riyadh, but not before a full El Al jumbo jet got U.S. military authorization to depart New York's JFK Airport for Viva Let on the very afternoon of 9/11 at 4:11pm, a full 90 minutes before WTC 7 imploded. Justin could just imagine how important those Choos must have been!
Most people seemed to know that The Project For A New American Century, a neocon group, published Rebuilding America's Defenses in September 2000 calling for a "new Pearl Harbor" to expedite their goals. The actions of the Shrub administration glaringly demonstrated foreknowledge and cover up of the true perpetrators of the 9/11 crimes. Shrub's father "Magog" was meeting with bin Laden's brother Salem and the military insider Carlyle Group during the attacks. Pakistan's ISI chief General Mahmoud Ahmed, who authorized sending "hijacker" Mohammed Atta $100,000, was in Washington that day meeting with House and Senate Intelligence Chairmen Porter Goss and Bob Graham. During his DC visit, he also met with Condoleeza Rice, Marc Grossman, and Joseph Biden, then "resigned" under U.S. pressure soon afterward. His was one of the few intelligence agencies that did not issue a warning of the impending attacks. On September 14th, the EPA fraudulently proclaimed the WTC vicinity safe to return to work and live in order to reopen Wall Street trading the following Monday. As a result, thousands of area workers and residents, especially those who helped in the removal and cleanup effort, were stricken with debilitating illnesses.
From The Creature from Jekyll Island by G. Edward Griffin, he learned how Choos J.P. Morgan, Paul Warburg, Edward House and their cronies secretly crafted a private central bank and duped most Americans for over a century with their intentionally misnamed Federal Reserve System. Conspirators' Heirarchy: The Story of the Committee of 300 by John Coleman taught him about the self-proclaimed "Olympians", based on the British East India Company's Council of 300, with their immense wealth from opium trade with China, a recreated Round Table consisting of the Bilderberg Group, the Royal Institute of International Affairs, the Council on Foreign Relations, the Trilateral Commission, and the Club of Rome, interlocking "alphabet agencies" in the U.S., and the social engineering of the Tavistock Institute of Human Relations. David Icke's epic tome The Perception Deception could almost be a college doctoral program in itself, echoing many of the same themes in much greater detail. Antony Sutton's published works, including America's Secret Establishment : an Introduction to the Order of Skull & Bones and Fleshing Out Skull & Bones : Investigations into America's Most Powerful Secret Society, decloaked the super-secretive world of the Order of Skull & Bones, the elite seniors-only Yale University fraternity that ushers its members onto the world stage. Zander C. Fuerza's Masters of Deception revealed to him Learsi's sinister involvement in the plot and execution of their September 11th attacks. Christopher Bollyn's investigative work in 2 volumes, Solving 9-11 : The Deception that Changed the World and Solving 9-11 : The Original Articles also opened his eyes to much of the available evidence ignored by government and mainstream media pundits since that day. Lastly, world citizen Kenneth O'Keefe in his interviews and YouTube videos provides powerful arguments for refusing to accept the status quo any longer.
Who knew that on June 10, 1932, Congressman Louis T. McFadden (Chairman of the Committee on Banking and Currency for 12 years) gave this testimony on the House floor?: "Mr. Chairman, we have in this country one of the most corrupt institutions the world has ever known. I refer to the Federal Reserve Board and the Federal reserve banks. The Federal Reserve Board, a Government Board, has cheated the Government of the United States and the people of the United States out of enough money to pay the national debt. The depredations and the iniquities of the Federal Reserve Board and the Federal reserve banks acting together have cost this country enough money to pay the national debt several times over. This evil institution has impoverished and ruined the people of the United States; has bankrupted itself, and has practically bankrupted our Government. It has done this through the misadministration of that law by which the Federal Reserve Board, and through the corrupt practices of the moneyed vultures who control it."
He found several shocking quotations from the website whale.to: "By Way of Deception, Thou Shall Do War"—alleged former motto of Dassom..."We'll know our disinformation program is complete when everything the American public believes is false."—William Casey, CIA Director (from first staff meeting in 1981)..."The Central Intelligence Agency owns everyone of any significance in the major media."—CIA Director William Colby..."An intelligence service is the ideal vehicle for a conspiracy."—CIA Director Allen Dulles..."It is the function of the CIA to keep the world unstable, and to propagandize and teach the American people to hate, so we will let the Establishment spend any amount of money on arms."—John Stockwell, CIA official..."Huey Long once said, 'Fascism will come to America in the name of anti-fascism.' I'm afraid, based on my own experience, that fascism will come to America in the name of national security."—Jim Garrison..."Former Italian President Francesco Cossiga, who revealed the existence of Operation Gladio, has told Italy’s oldest and most widely read newspaper that the 9-11 terrorist attacks were run by the CIA and Dassom, and that this was common knowledge among global intelligence agencies. 'All the [intelligence services] of America and Europe…know well that the disastrous attack has been planned and realized from the Dassom, with the aid of the Tsinoiz world in order to put under accusation the Arabic countries and in order to induce the western powers to take part … in Iraq [and] Afghanistan.'”
Next there was this, "Americans know that something fundamental is amiss. They sense—rightly—that they are being misled no matter which political party does the leading. A long misinformed public lacks the tools to grasp how they are being deceived. Without those tools, Americans will continue to be frustrated at being played for the fool. When the “con” is clearly seen, “the mark” (that’s us) will see that all roads lead to the same duplicitous source: Learsi and its operatives. The secret to Learsi’s force-multiplier in the U.S. is its use of agents, assets and sayanim (Werbeh for volunteers). When Ilearsi-American Jonathan Pollard was arrested for spying in 1986, Viva Let assured us that he was not an Ilearsi agent but part of a “rogue” operation. That was a lie. Only 12 years later did Viva Let concede that he was an Ilearsi spy the entire time he was stealing U.S. military secrets. That espionage—by a purported ally—damaged our national security more than any operation in U.S. history." Military traitor Pollard was recently released after 30 years in prison and wants to go to Learsi now, against the terms of his parole. "Care to bet against Learsi helping Pollard skip the country?" he mused.
Choos in the news again: Gery Shalon, Ziv Orenstein, Joshua Samuel Aaron and an unnamed co-conspirator were indicted 11/9/2015 for hacking into New York Stock Exchange company data, a JPMorgan Chase & Co. security breach, and selling millions of unique customer records. "Prosecutors said Shalon, Orenstein and others made hundreds of millions of dollars from 'unlawful internet casinos' they operated in the US and elsewhere through hundreds of employees in multiple countries." Had it been Muslims that did it, there would have been all hell to pay, but Silearsi will likely just get a pat on the wrist and admonished, if not offered employment by their victims to use against competitors.
Justin asked himself, "Who was really responsible for the havoc in Paris Nov. 13 2015?" The Islamic State, like al Qaeda, is a creation and under the control of military intelligence officials in the U.S., U.K. and Learsi, who delight in recruiting desperate Muslims to wear their scapegoat suicide vests. All the while the U.S. claimed to be attacking ISIS with little impact, it was supplying them with armaments and Texas-made Toyota trucks, modified for U.S. Special Forces, and bombing Syrian infrastructure instead. Only when the Russians were invited by Syria to lend assistance, was any progress made against these proxy forces. The combined efforts of administration pronouncements and the mass media's power of persuasion perpetuate the misperception of a wily Muslim enemy. Most world leaders know this, but uninformed American people are dupes again.
Granted it will take awhile to assimilate this latest information and ferret out facts from false leads. Once all other available impressions and substance were distilled, compared and analyzed, what he discovered was that the stubby little tail wagging the big dogs of the U.S. and U.K. is none other than Learsi and this is just the metaphorical tip of the iceberg. Online, he found this wry, if not quite astute, observation, "If, 'the love of money is the root of all evil' and they love money more than anyone else and have more money than anyone else, it stands to reason that they are either directly or tangentially connected to a very large percentage of the evil in the world. Since they own or control most of the world media and entertainment industries as well as most of the publishing houses and over ninety percent of the art galleries, their influence on human perception of what is and what is not is very great. Given their predisposition toward the enslavement of the human race, it is to be expected that they spend less than none of their time on what is real and more than all of their time on what is not, in order to control the perceptions of humanity."
Allyson phoned Justin late one afternoon. It would prove to be their final contact. She said, "Maya and I have finished reading what you gave us and we're just astonished. We had no idea this issue was so complex and nuanced. Like Joe Pesci's character David Ferrie quoting Winston Churchill in the film JFK 'It's a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma.' It seems like a whole other world all its own." Affirmatively grunting , Justin replied, "Yep, that's one way of putting it. So can you take care of it?" "Of course, of course," she assured him, "your instructions are crystal clear, but this is all hypothetical anyway. You'll be fine. If it makes you feel any better, let me do the worrying for you. I've got more experience," she said wryly. "Ok, you've got it," he concurred. A few moments of tender cooing to and fro followed before they hung up.
While Allyson was busy teaching the next day, Maya compiled lists of hundreds of email and snail mail contacts in the U.S. and around the world. In the event something happened to Justin, each would get a complete information packet. It was up to them whether or not they published or broadcast any or all of the contents. By ensuring oversaturation, it was pretty certain that enough would get publicly distributed to expose the so-called Olympians' whole Illuminati operation. She phoned Justin to ask if NGOs and think tanks were targets of his info blitz. "No," he said, "let's keep it at traditional and new media. Most NGOs and think tanks have bureaucracies that will likely nix a rouge news source or else lose it in committee, if not outright disavow it or even organize a smear campaign against it. Keep after the bloggers and conspiracy sites instead, 'cause they're our best shot at dissemination."
She then called Allyson at a break between classes to update her on what was what and to find out when she'd be home. "I'll be late because I've got to drop by the printer, pharmacy, post office and cleaners so would you be a good sport and pick up something healthy at the market for dinner?" "Chicken, fish, Chinese, Mexican, or vegan?" Maya queried in return. "Fish sounds pretty good for tonight," Allyson responded. "I'll leave the rest of the details in your capable hands, but no more soda pop! Let's all share a nice liter and a half of white wine instead." "Feeling amorous?" Maya teased. "Don't start with me, young lady," was Allyson's terse reply. Then they both laughed merrily and signed off.
Conspiracies may have existed for the trust busters of the late nineteenth century and during the lives of Julius Caesar, Shakespeare, George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, and Franklin Roosevelt, but everyone knows they no longer do, except for Justin. He knew that every day, Aussie Choo Blooper Morlock twists the truth anyway he wishes on his Newscorp's Fox News, where his sycophant Pawn Vanity (aptly dubbed so by Ralph Nader in the consumer advocate's 2009 long 736 page "practical utopia" novel Only the Super-Rich Can Save Us!) and bloviator-in-chief Barnacle Bill (What did you kill?) O'Really laugh at liberals and anyone who challenges their fascist worldview, because of course it's just absurd that anyone in their right mind would entertain the notion that super-wealthy people would collude with one another to set the rules in their favor, right? Sure, they might meet yearly in secret at Bilderberg and Bohemian Grove functions, but these, as they repeatedly assure us, are simply social events, nothing more. Certainly, no hidden agendas here for world domination! In the free market, free world of today, there's just no sense in wrangling unfair advantage. The supremely wealthy remain so through their inevitably acute business superiority. Right! :-J (tongue-in-cheek emoticon)
Justin's Russian Choo hit man, after monitoring him through his contacts at the NSA, made good on his threat late one evening. Spotted outside his brownstone, Justin was followed in. Brandishing a handgun got the assassin access to the apartment, where he forced Justin to hand over all his Laersi materials and write a suicide note to mask his murder in the underhanded fashion of the Dassom. He then shoved him from the 11th story window, picked up his laptop, and left before the police arrived. That probably would have been the end of the matter, had Justin not made contingency plans with Allyson and Maya. After learning of his "suicide," they immediately released copies of his materials to a plethora of media outlets, domestic, overseas and on the Internet as requested. Within days, Justin was more famous than he ever would have been alive, as his story echoed from bloggers, conspiracy websites, even some print journalists, radio and TV.
A gala awards ceremony like no other was arranged as a coming out party for Viva Let in appreciation for all the wonders wealthy philanthopists had worked worldwide over the centuries. Rampant speculation abounded over who would merit top honors, the coveted platinum Notammargartet Prize. The red carpet shimmered with glitterati from every corner of the world, all the ladies draped in gemstones and haute couture. The paparazzi had a field day over the turnout of hundreds who usually shun such soirées , but for its sheer uniqueness made extraordinarily rare appearances. The moment of maximal expectation arrived and was met with the delivery of all of 911 megatons, which lengthened the Mediterranean Sea to the Jordan Valley, Dead Sea and Gulf of Aqaba, ending forever any dispute over that supposedly sacred real estate made worthless by Learsi's apartheid wall. All of Learsi's hundreds of secret nuclear weapons were vaporized in the massive blast, precluding any Samson Option retaliation. The last generation of Rothschild parasites was finally exterminated. Well over 6 million Choos were obliterated instantly, finally fulfilling their forecasted nightmare number that Nazi camps never quite lived up to. No Messiah whatsoever appeared to rescue any faith's faithful.
Once the truth about 9/11 began to flow from lower echelon whistleblowers, involved in the operation but no longer afraid of recrimination, it soon became a torrent. Independent websites replaced newspapers and TV as major sources of information. Despite his distracting predilection with shape-shifting interdimensional reptilian pedophiles, David Icke was lauded as a hero for fearlessly confronting Rothschild Tsinoiz criminals. Les Visible too was credited with exposing the "Tribe." Having declared his support for Learsi on air, George Noory had to disavow it to redeem himself. Linda Moulton Howe, Jeff Rense, John B. Wells, Alex Jones, Clyde Lewis, Jordan Maxwell (Russell Pine), Jesse Ventura, Nick Begich, Jim Marrs, Texe Marrs, Mike Rivero, Webster Tarpley, "Dave" of the X22Report and many others all jumped on the bandwagon.
The secretly Chooish British monarch, titular head of the Anglican Church, and all of her descendants perished when the royal yacht was set ablaze and sank in the Thames. Other royals abroad met similar fates in Spain, Cambodia, Netherlands, Denmark, Thailand, Norway, Sweden, and Japan along with hundreds of Saudi princes and African sovereigns too. Lynch mobs loosely associated with the Anonymous network rounded up many elite suspects, as well as bankers, politicians, doctors, entertainers, writers and producers, who were all slung from trees. Justin's brother Tad and his family were kidnapped and held for ransom by a local warlord. When that failed, they were all hacked to death with machetes. Most tsuacoloh shrines and museums around the world were vandalized or destroyed, having a marked purgative effect on the populace. An unidentified spokesman for Anonymous released a statement that read in part, "...Humankind inevitably is at long last rid of a monstrous evil. Together now we can hope to find lasting peace." He then quoted Czech Choo and former U.S. Secretary of State Madeleine Albright's televised claim of the half million Iraqi children killed by U.S. sanctions, "I think this is a very hard choice, but the price–we think the price is worth it."
Dozens of dogs were unleashed at the Crawford ranch so the Secret Service had to relinquish the former neo-Nazi-con triumvirate hiding out there: ringleader Ronald Dumsfeld (former CEO & Chairman of G.D. Searle, makers of Aspartame, until acquired by Monsanto), his protégé ace face-shooter Darth Chewey (former CEO of Halliburton, no-bid Iraq contractors) along with his hideous wife Lon, and Shrubya (former coke fiend and drunk, Temporary son of Magog.) The latter was found closet fagging with his favorite stud muffin Jeff Gannon, aka James Guckert, pricey gay escort, gay porn website owner, convicted tax cheat and Shrub White House reporter for two years. A big turkey fryer was found and one by one all four men's lower three appendages were submerged in boiling oil, causing sudden loss of consciousness, before they were hung naked on crosses to desiccate into merely Skull and Bones.
Several online sources cited this, "It was in 1968 that the 22-year-old was initiated into the cult--as his father and grandfather Prescott had been before him. As had been his uncles Jonathan Bush, John Walker and George Herbert Walker II, his great-uncle George Herbert Walker, Jr. and cousin Ray Walker and numerous friends. Young George was very much following in the footsteps of his kinsmen. Such a multi-generational experience, one imagines, inevitably intensifies the emotion and affects of the ritual and gives it more legitimacy and power." This organization is not focused on campus life like other fraternities, but on the postgraduate commingled world of statecraft and big business where they can penetrate every segment of American society, exert great power and influence to the benefit of their circle, and undermine our nation's core principles of fairness and equality. It consists almost exclusively of a select small group of East Coast WASP blueblood families. Established as a branch of a German Illuminati cult and known to its members as the Order, Yale's Skull and Bones initiates "lay naked in coffins and tell their deepest and darkest sexual secrets as part of their initiation." This forms firm fraternal bonding and ensures their vow of secrecy is kept lest they incur retribution.
Most Skull and Bones families' wealth came from the American elites' share of the narcotics empire built by the crowned heads of Europe and their East India companies, raising huge crops of opium poppies in the provinces of Bengal, Madras, Odisha and Bihar for sale in China, primarily in the 18th and 19th centuries. CIA "black ops" are now largely funded through production and distribution of narcotics, principally opium (heroin) and coca (cocaine). U.S. wars in Vietnam and Afghanistan, as well as CIA mischief in Latin America, have been more about drugs than anything else. According to Wikipedia regarding opium, "Worldwide production in 2006 was 6,610 metric tons—about one-fifth the level of production in 1906." Wikipedia also reported, "World annual cocaine consumption, as of 2000, stood at around 600 tonnes, with the United States consuming around 300 t, 50% of the total, Europe about 150 t, 25% of the total, and the rest of the world the remaining 150 t or 25%."
Iouea and Grnsth, with exceptional powers of focus and meditation, began to concentrate their qi into enhanced essence jīng at the core of their framework. This jīng would be preserved for further conversion into shen, or spiritual energy. Consulting crystalized time-shrinking pointers of their DNA-linked quantum googol nano vectorizers, they correctly determined the rift's cause to be a vast Rahoz deception implemented over centuries, although a mere scintilla of universal time. The miscreants of these theurgies were Tsinoiz Learsi, its terror wings Tereyes Laktam and Dassom, all Choos, converts and usurpers of alleged demiurge El's nearly-extinct ancient choosen race. With sorcery and acumen they appropriated the monetary systems of all the major Western financial powers of tiny planet Earth and loaned each nation the specie capital it needed to function by extending their primary product—debt, which cost them next to nothing to produce, yet yielded scandalous fortunes. Progressively darker Kabbalic black art practice eventually ruptured normal space-time and chaotic anomalies ensued.
The raveling strands of distorted time were rewoven into a reasonable facsimile of the original with some remarkable differences in localized eddies. The patchwork overlapped a century and a half of what seemed to be the past for that region of the continuum, in essence rewriting history. In the reworked version, the American Civil War was averted by diplomacy, the Union remained whole and Abe Lincoln served 2 full terms. The robber baron era was abbreviated and Morgan, Warburg and House were unable to usher in another parasitic U.S. central banking system. Nor were the IRS or ADL simultaneously established. Austrian Archduke Ferdinand escaped his Black Hand assassin so there were no World Wars, Nazis, tsuacoloh or Nakba and peace reigned in Palestine. Adolf Hitler, whose father Alois was likely the bastard son of Baron Rothschild Salomon Mayer and Maria Anna Schicklgruber his housemaid, was merely an obscure painter who dabbled in toiletries. The United States remained a contiguous entity of 48 states and Hawai`i kept its beloved monarchy and sovereignty. Jack Kennedy also served 2 full terms under very different circumstances without a Cold War, Space Race or Dimona nuclear reactor to test his mettle or seal his fate. In this alternate timeline, Shrub family patriarch Samuel of Ohio didn't get any arms maker breaks that catapulted his son Prescott to fame, fortune and notoriety. The first baby boomer of the family and original Boy George favored bathtub artistry, but was such a sissy that his little brother JES had to protect him from other boys who often picked on him. Allyson Rosa de Lein, resplendent in a silk and satin gown, and Justin Timothy Case were married by Tad, assisted by his youngest two as ring bearer and flower girl, Maya Ann Adams as maid of honor and Chayyim Levy as best man.
During the ceremony, Chayyim read 3 passages from the Torah:
Genesis 1:26-28, 31a
Then God said, "Let us make humankind in our image, according to our likeness; and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the birds of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the wild animals of the earth, and over every creeping thing that creeps upon the earth." So God created humankind in his image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.
God blessed them, and God said to them, "Be fruitful and multiply, and fill the earth and subdue it; and have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the air and over every living thing that moves upon the earth." God saw everything that he had made, and indeed, it was very good.
Genesis 2:18-24
Then the LORD God said, "It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him a helper as his partner." So out of the ground the LORD God formed every animal of the field and every bird of the air, and brought them to the man to see what he would call them; and whatever the man called every living creature, that was its name. The man gave names to all cattle, and to the birds of the air, and to every animal of the field; but for the man there was not found a helper as his partner. So the LORD God caused a deep sleep to fall upon the man, and he slept; then he took one of his ribs and closed up its place with flesh. And the rib that the LORD God had taken from the man he made into a woman and brought her to the man. Then the man said, "This at last is bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh; this one shall be called Woman, for out of Man this one was taken." Therefore a man leaves his father and his mother and clings to his wife, and they become one flesh.
and Genesis 9:8-17
Then God said to Noah and to his sons with him, "As for me, I am establishing my covenant with you and your descendants after you, and with every living creature that is with you, the birds, the domestic animals, and every animal of the earth with you, as many as came out of the ark. I establish my covenant with you, that never again shall all flesh be cut off by the waters of a flood, and never again shall there be a flood to destroy the earth." God said, "This is the sign of the covenant that I make between me and you and every living creature that is with you, for all future generations: I have set my bow in the clouds, and it shall be a sign of the covenant between me and the earth. When I bring clouds over the earth and the bow is seen in the clouds, I will remember my covenant that is between me and you and every living creature of all flesh; and the waters shall never again become a flood to destroy all flesh. When the bow is in the clouds, I will see it and remember the everlasting covenant between God and every living creature of all flesh that is on the earth." God said to Noah, "This is the sign of the covenant that I have established between me and all flesh that is on the earth."
Allyson and Justin were eager to expand their family and soon thereafter began to multiply. Of course there were some problems and Maya, you won't be surprised to learn, led an amazing life, but those are tales for another time.
For all its pious pretension, religion has proven more a divider of humanity than a unifier, fomenting hatred for outsiders rather than instilling love, and negates spiritual nature instead of enhancing it. Extensive expert exegesis of most written scriptures revealed much of their arbitrary irrelevance. Various denominations most often fell into one of two categories: either their dogma was laudable but realistically unachievable or it was hopelessly archaic and manipulative. This resulted in the eventual abandonment of the three major Abrahamic faiths as well as Hinduism. Consequently, humanity and the rest of Earth's biological ecosphere of flora, fauna and a plethora of various microorganisms experienced a Golden Age of peace and prosperity. Needless to say, 9/11 simply never happened.
Thank you very much for reading our story!—Maya Adams, Justin Case and Allyson de Lein. ♥
Peace, Love & Aloha!
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Rare's New Vegas Diary (Parts 1-6)

Note: I originally posted all these as separate posts back on /fnv and they got up with no trouble. When I recently went as posted the 7th part, it got taken down because appearently the mods don't like this kinda content anymore. Anyways to not abruptly start from part seven of a series, here are the first 6 parts of my New Vegas diary! Part 7 is already written, but I don't want to spam the subreddit so I'll post it tomorrow instead, and entry 8 (which is a big one) will be posted as soon as it's finished. I hope you enjoy and if you have any feedback please leave a comment!
Entry 1:
Day 1, Afternoon:
I found out that this pipboy allows me to take notes, and I’ve always wanted to keep some kind of journal, so I guess I’m doing this now. I guess I better back up. I got this pipboy from a friendly doctor who patched me up after I... well I guess I gotta go back a little bit further. My name is Rare, I’m a courier for Mojave express. I’m relatively good natured, and would call myself skilled but not particularly experienced. I enjoy exploring the wild wasteland and scavenging old stuff to try and repair it into something workable using my knowledge of science. I guess I’m pretty lucky to have found a job that fits me so well. I’m not particularly charismatic but I can pull together a decent speech if I need to. Failing that, I can always fall back on energy weapons. I’m somewhat intelligent, have about average strength, decently perceptive, somewhat agile but get tired pretty easily.
I’ve been a courier for a few years, but mainly did jobs to the West and back, and as a result never really went near New Vegas. Apparently this was the right call because I just got my first job to deliver something to it (a poker chip made of platinum, fuck if I know what that’s all about) and first thing I know I get ambushed and shot in the head by some city boy. Unfortunately I’m fuzzy about the details, probably something to do with being shot in the head, but I do remember being pulled out of my grave by some weird robot thing. Doc Michael says that’s Victor, and he’s sorta an outsider to this here town of Goodsprings. Oh yeah, Doc Michael is the doctor who helped me out, and Goodsprings is the town I “died” in.
You know, even if I didn’t really die and come back to life, I still do feel pretty different from before. It’s as if now is the first time I’ve ever really been in control of my life, and everything before that was just some kinda fuzzy dream. Maybe that’s brain damage. Regardless, I guess that’s why I’m starting this diary. It feels as if I’ve started a new life. Right now I’m sitting on the couch of Doc Michael’s house, just trying to collect my thoughts and manage my bag. I guess at this point I’m just procrastinating going outside to truly begin my life again. I’ve even repaired an old machine gun and made some stimpacks to prevent having to actually begin. I guess I’m just anxious. But no more. I’m about to go out there, see where the wasteland and my life takes me, and I suppose this diary is gonna let me record it all. I’ll see you next time, it’s time for me to enter the wasteland.
Entry 2:
Day 1, Night:
Well, I guess saying that I was “entering the wasteland” was a little overdramatic. The reality was closer to entering a town full of friendly people happy to help me. Doc Michael suggested that I talk to Sunny Smiles at the Saloon to help get me back on my feet and rebuild my survival skills. First things first I wanted to talk to Victor, the mysterious robot who plucked me out of my grave, to see if he had any clues as to the identity of my assailants. As luck would have it, he was literally the first thing I saw as I stepped outside of Doc Michael’s house, as he was walking (rolling? He’s supported by a single wheel and uses it to move, but rolling just doesn’t sound right) on the road that was right in front of me. I ran up to him and got his attention and started asking what had happened. According to him, he noticed my three attackers up near the graveyard and laid low until they left, then he rushed over to pull me out of my grave. After hearing this and asking him a bit about his own background (apparently he’s a securitron, never saw one before) I decided to walk over to the graveyard and see for myself.
Have you ever looked at your own grave? That’s some surreal shit. I found myself face to face with mine at the Goodsprings cemetery. They seemingly hadn’t cared enough to even fill it, the hole was just there next to a small pile of dirt. There were a few distinctive cigarette butts there. I picked one up and remembered seeing that git who shot me smoking one and saying that line which you know he had been rehearsing beforehand: “The game was rigged from the start.” Luckily, I’ll have plenty of time thinking of a comeback while I track down that motherfucker. What does he need that platinum chip for anyways? Hell, what does anyone need a platinum chip for?! Who pays for this shit?
These questions and more were rattling through my skull as I walked down to the Goodsprings Saloon. At the door, I saw an old looking fella and called out to him. Turns out his name is Easy Pete, and we had an interesting talk about the NCR and the Legion. I knew about them, but the memories seem kinda fuzzy. I guess that’s what getting shot in the head does to you. After getting back up to speed with him, I now remember my previous opinions about the NCR and the Legion: the NCR is imperialistic, which isn’t good, but also a democracy, which is good. The Legion are equally imperialistic assholes, but instead of bringing democracy to the lands they conquer, they bring slavery. You could say I’m not a fan. Although I’m not sure about the NCR coming into the Mojave, it’s sure as fuck better than the Legion, and I dearly hope that the inevitable second battle for Hoover Dam goes in favor of the NCR.
Anyways, I entered the Saloon and immediately found myself face to face with a dog and its owner, a cute girl who introduced herself as Sunny Smiles. She was incredibly nice, and true to Doc Michael’s word, she offered to help me with some wasteland survival practice. Now usually I wouldn’t have gone for something like this, but I had only yesterday had my life essentially ended, so I thought it couldn’t hurt. Plus I wanted to spend a little more time with her too. She and her dog took me out back and gave me a rifle and helped me practice aiming by shooting sarsaparilla bottles. Oh yeah, now is as good a time as any to mention that I have a habit of picking up just about everything I find, empty bottles included. I usually keep the empty bottles to fill up with water, and try to breakdown the other junk to repair my weapons and such. Whatever I can’t make use of I sell to whatever vendors I come across. Helps me make a bit extra caps as I’m walking across the wasteland to deliver some package.
Back to the present, the target practice wrapped up and Sunny Smiles asked me if I wanted to help her go clear out some geckos from the spring down south of town in exchange for some caps. I agreed and we went headed south to do the job. After it was done, I filled up some of my empty bottles in the spring and Sunny Smiles offered to teach me how to make some things at the campfire. After gathering up the necessary materials, we sat down and made healing powder, and then talked for a little bit. She told me the best route to Primm (which is seemingly where the people who shot me went) but added that before I left town, I should talk to Trudy, the owner of the Saloon. When our conversation wrapped up, she and her dog headed back up to town, while I stayed back to sit down at the fire and reflect on the day.
After a while, I was dragged out of my daydreaming by a man’s voice. I turned around to find that standing behind me was a man who was looking directly at me. I asked him to repeat what he had just said to me and he did. “My daughter is trapped up on the ridge with geckos, you gotta help her.” I asked him how to get there. He told me and I set off. Now, I had been under the impression that it would be a relatively easy time. I had been killing Geckos just earlier that day and had ran into no trouble. Unfortunately, I failed to take into account that that I not only had help then, but also was only dealing with 3 geckos at a time. Up on the ridge there were almost a dozen, and it was brutal. They managed to do some serious damage to me that I had to heal with some stimpacks. I only managed to beat them all by climbing onto a hill they couldn’t get up and picking them off one by one. Why they couldn’t climb up despite them being much more accustomed to this environment than me, I’ll never know, but it allowed me to survive so I ain’t complaining.
After my heart rate calmed down, I remembered why I was there. For that guy’s daughter. I looked around, but didn’t see any sign of her. It was at that point that I started to become suspicious. I was too trusting of that guy. I didn’t even ask his name before helping him, and here I was, almost dying to save some girl that might not exist. I walked further up the hill and found a strange scene. A sniper post was set out with a refrigerator there and a chair. Clearly someone was intending to be here for a while. Finally I saw her. An adult woman was on the ground next to the sniper post. I was certain that this girl wasn’t that man’s daughter, she was far too old to be. She didn’t have any visible wounds, so I had to check her pulse before I felt comfortable taking her stuff.
My gun was ready as I walked back down the path to where that man was waiting for me. I can’t believe I trusted him so easily. When he saw me, he thanked me for clearing out the geckos so he could get to that stash up there. I guess he had known about the weird sniper post. He started pulling out his gun to shoot me but by then it was too late. I had already blasted him. The fight was over quick. Too quick. I eliminated a man’s life in that moment and it was only just a moment. I can’t help but keep wondering to myself if I would have done that before. Before today. Before my “rebirth”. I’d killed people before in self defense, and this was certainly self defense, but that’s not what I’m uncomfortable with. Rather, the ease with which it was done.
Needless to say, I felt like shit as I walked back into town. The sun was beginning to set when I saw the Saloon. I remembered that I was supposed to meet Trudy. Sunny Smiles had described her as “the town mom”. I stood outside the Saloon, considering entering it, but I decided against it. I didn’t deserve it, not tonight. Since it was now night and I was feeling emotionally and physically exhausted, I needed a place to sleep. I could have probably gone back to Doc Michael’s for the night, but I wanted somewhere where I didn’t have to talk to anyone. I set my sights on the gas station. Evidently this was the wrong choice because the moment I stepped in I had a man and a gun facing me.
I panicked and blurted out “I’m just looking around!” and surprisingly, this did the trick. He put down his gun and explained that he was just jumpy because he was currently in hiding from the powder gangers, a local gang. He was from the Crimson Caravan Trading Company, and his caravan was attacked by them. I told him about my situation too and he sympathized, at least enough to let me sleep on the mattress in the gas station. I thanked him and stumbled over to the mattress, which is where I now lie, typing this all out. Man, what a fucking day. And to think it’s only day one of my “new life”.
Entry 3:
Day 2, Noon:
I’m writing this as I eat lunch. I just realized that I basically hadn’t eaten anything (aside from the healing powder Sunny Smiles helped me make last night) since walking out of Doc Michael’s house last morning. At the moment I’m sitting in the Saloon eating, along with most of the town, on account of what just went down. To be specific, what just went down was a gunfight.
I ought to back up to this morning to give some context for what I just wrote. After waking up, I said goodbye to Ringo, who had stayed up all night watching the door, expecting it to break down at any moment with the people coming after him. Specifically, the people who were coming after him were a gang called the powder gangers. They’re former NCR prisoners who were made to do work with dynamite and then used said dynamite to break out and start terrorizing the area. Now, I’m a big fan of what the NCR stands for, but the practice of using prisoners for forced manual labor without pay is disgusting. You know what, I’ll call it what it is: it’s slavery. I hate slavery in all forms, and this needs to stop.
I could go on for hours about this, but frankly it’s not relevant right now. What is relevant is that these people who were enslaved broke free, which is good, but then began to terrorize the local communities, which is not good. Anyways these are the people that were after Ringo. He and I talked a bit more in the morning and I was considering offering to help him, but I decided that I wanted to think it over first. I walked out of the gas station and over and into the general store, where I met Chet, the shop’s owner. I traded some of my excess stuff for some more useful supplies and set on my way over to the Saloon.
As soon as I walked through the door, I heard trouble. A man I hadn’t seen before was yelling at a woman whom I assumed was Trudy. He was saying that the town better hand over Ringo or pay the price. The woman told him to leave and he started walking out the door, where I was. I stopped him and asked him who he was. Said his name was Joe Cobb. He confirmed my suspicions that he was a member of the powder gangers. I quietly moved my hand behind me, grasping at my energy pistol. I asked him what he intended to do with the town should they hand over Ringo. He said that they might massacre the town just for the fun. That was all I needed to hear. I pulled out my energy pistol and shot him right there, and then twice more to make sure that he was dead.
Trudy ran over and said that I may have just brought a whole heap of trouble down on the town. I told her it didn’t matter, because I was going to help Ringo take care of the powder gangers, and I ran out to go to Ringo. After explaining the situation, he recommended that I ask Sunny Smiles for help. I went and did that, and she agreed to help surprisingly easily. She told me to ask Doc Michael, Trudy, Chet and Easy Pete for medical aid, rallying the other citizens to help, supplies, and dynamite respectively. I was able to convince all but Easy Pete. I told Ringo and we all started getting set up.
Finally, they showed up. Six of them, presumably to check after Joe Cobb hadn’t come back. If we beat six of them then they most likely would learn not to bother the town and they would be free of them forever. The gunfight went far too fast and there was far too much for me to really understand what was going on, but I can tell you this much: we beat all six of them and didn’t suffer a single casualty.
And that’s pretty much it. Most of the town is in the Saloon now talking about what just went down, and I’m right there with them. In the commotion of the impromptu celebrations, I found a moment to talk to Trudy and asked her if she knew anyone about the people who shot me. She said that they came in through the Saloon and were apparently rude and disruptive, and went to the east to find a good route to get back to New Vegas. They also knocked over her radio, breaking it. I asked her if I could see it, and she showed me to it. After a few minutes I figured out the problem and got it working again. She thanked me with a few caps.
Anyways, that’s pretty much it for this day. So far. I’m just sitting eating some food listening to the radio while everyone celebrates the defeat of the powder gangers. I’m certainly liking the radio. I wonder if I can listen to it on this pipboy? I’ve yet to figure this thing out fully, so it’s possible. Anyways, that’s it for now, see you next time, whoever ends up reading this (probably just me because I ain’t giving up this pipboy easily).
Entry 4:
Day 2, Night: After saying my goodbyes to the good people of Goodsprings, I set out south to Primm in order to inquire with the Mojave Express company about my assignment. On the way out I took a look through the corpses of the powder gangers and found an interesting note on Joe Cobb. According to it, the NCR was planning to attack the powder gangers. Maybe the reason that they attacked the crimson caravan was because they needed supplies to prepare for that. Regardless, I decided to keep the note to give it to the next NCR officer I saw.
I set off for real, and the trip was relatively uneventful. On the way there I checked out the strange cross shaped memorial, and an abandoned shack nearby to it. There isn’t much to say about the rest of the trip. Actually, there is one thing. On the way there I discovered how to work the pipboy’s radio. I don’t think it can broadcast anything but it sure can receive signals. I spent the rest of the trek listening to the sweet sounds of Radio New Vegas, and it’s host, Mr. New Vegas. It was dark by the time I got to my destination.
The first thing I saw of Primm was the massive roller coaster track that marks the town. The second thing I noticed was the NCR encampment blocking the entrance to Primm. As I got closer, I was approached by an NCR solider who told me I wouldn’t be allowed in there. I told him that I had business with a superior officer. Surprisingly, that’s all I needed to say to get in. He told me to talk to Lieutenant Hayes in the nearby tent. I walked over to said tent questioning the wisdom of literally just letting someone in like that, but I certainly didn’t mind my luck.
I walked in and introduced myself to Hayes and told him about the note I had found. He told me that it wasn’t of use to him but that I should meet up with the officer who was organizing the attack. He was near the powder gangers stronghold, a location which I marked on my map. I asked Hayes what the deal with Primm was. Apparently it had been taken over by a gang and they didn’t feel like they had the resources to go in and fix the problem. That’s the other big problem with the NCR: they simply don’t have the resources to go around, and this results in areas that aren’t well taken care of.
The NCR here did actually seem well equipped enough to take care of the gang, but I was unable to convince them of this fact. I sighed and asked if it were alright if I went in there myself and they let me. They let me know that the population of the town was holed up in the Vikki and Vance casino. I walked into Primm sneaking and with my scoped varmint rifle out and loaded. By quietly picking off people and choosing a strategic route, I was able to get over to the casino without much trouble. I walked in.
I found Nash, my employer. I let him know about the situation, and in the ensuing conversation, learned several very interesting things: 1) This delivery was one of 6, each delivering an item equally useless as a platinum chip. 2) all the other packages were delivered without trouble. 3) A “cowboy robot” was the one who hired all 6 couriers. I highly suspect that this is Victor. 4) The courier who was originally supposed to deliver the chip saw my name on the list for the next in line should he refuse the job and he inquired more about me. He then gave up the job and apparently left for the Divide, a place I used to deliver to and from a lot back in the day. 5) The people who shot me passed through here. 6) The sherif of Primm kept a close eye on them and presumably knows something. 7) Said sherif was kidnapped and is being held in the other casino in town by the Powder Gangers.
And that’s pretty much it. Right now I’m sitting in the Vikki and Vance casino with everyone else in town, and it seems like if I want answers, I have to go in there and rescue that sheriff myself. I guess if you want something done in this world, you gotta do it yourself, and that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. See you next time!
Entry 5:
Night, Day 4:
It’s been a busy few days for me. Until right now, there hadn’t been any time for writing this journal. When I last left off, I was sitting on my ass in the Vikki and Vance casino preparing to rescue Deputy Beagle. I wasn’t really sure what to expect with him, as everyone in the town seemed to be of two minds about him. Nobody seemed to respect him, but they did seem to be fond of him regardless. He was trapped in the Bison and Steve hotel across the street from the Vikki and Vance, but I decided to take a look around the town first. I found the residence of the former sheriff and in it a grisly sight.
Two naked, headless bodies lay on the bed, with blood splattered over pillows and wall. I’m used to seeing dead bodies, but there’s something about seeing the corpses of people in their own home that just gets to me. They were lying in bed too, perhaps they were asleep and blissfully unaware of what was happening. But then the moment that one of them was killed, the other would most likely hear it and wake up. The last thing they would have seen in their life was the one that they loved most in the world, dead and dismembered. I can only hope that they were too tired to process the thought or that death came too swiftly for them to realize the horror of their situation.
That gruesome thought aside, there was a reloading bench in the house, which I made use of to repack some of the ammo I had gathered into forms that were more useful to me. I tried to hurry it up so I didn’t have to spend too much time in the house. It was beginning to smell. When I walked out of the house and into fresh air, I took one last look back at the bodies. Forcing prisoners to do labor was wrong yes, but there was no doubt that the powder gangers were monsters. I wonder, were all of them even imprisoned for violent crimes? Stealing isn’t exactly harmless, but it’s a far cry from the cold blooded murder of a couple laying in their home at night. Did the person who committed this killing start out that way, or did life in the prison make them that way? I’ve explored some old prisons in my day, scavenging for supplies on my way to and from deliveries. From what I can tell, they seem to be just about the only thing that wasn’t changed by the war.
By the time I had arrived at the doors to the hotel where the deputy was, I had devised a pretty basic plan. I had no idea the layout of the building beyond what I could discern from the outside shape of the building, nor how many goons would be guarding him, so I needed something flexible and sneaky. I had decided on taking a stealth boy to make me invisible for a while and sneak around picking them off with my silenced .22 pistol. The plan went excellently. I managed to eliminate every single one of them without taking a hit. I couldn’t believe my luck, but I guess now that maybe it was more that I was invisible. Regardless, I was able to make it to Deputy Beagle without any trouble.
He was sitting down tied up, and when I went to talk to him, I immediately understood why people talked about him like they did. He’s incredibly sleazy, incompetent and narcissistic. But somehow kinda likable at the same time. Like he might even be a liked member of the community if he weren’t supposed to be their deputy. He asked me to untie him, and when I asked him if he had any information about the men who shot me, he just said that he wouldn’t let me know until we were outside. I sighed and I untied him. When I asked if he would help me out with exploring the rest of the building to see if there were any remaining powder gangers, he claimed that he just couldn’t be of any help and ran out of there as fast as he could. Oh well. I explored the rest of the building and found a few more powder gangers and took care of them.
When I finally left and went into the Vikki and Vance, I found the Deputy telling anyone willing to listen about how he had singlehandedly escaped from the hotel and defeated the powder gangers. When he noticed me approaching he panicked and told me not to worry, he was just about to get to the part where I came in and helped out (he then glanced back to the nearby Primm residents who had been skeptically listening to his story and added “not that I needed the help, of course”). I said I didn’t care about his story and that I just wanted to know what he knew about the people who shot me. He seemed relieved and told me that he overheard that they would be going to Novac, traveling through Nipton. I thanked him, then after an awkward moment, asked when he was gonna do his job as sherif and ensure that the town is safe so that people can leave the casino. The pause that followed was longer and somehow even more awkward than the one that had preceded it.
He attempted to explain to me that he wasn’t the sherif and was instead just the deputy, and that there can’t be a deputy without the sherif and therefore he couldn’t do his job as he had the maintain the chain of command. I was about to attempt to explain how chain of command actually worked, when it occurred to me that the town would probably be better with someone else as a sheriff. I asked him where I should look around to find one and he told me to look for someone resourceful like me, but more of a homebody. Given that the entire town was there holed up in the Vikki and Vance, I figured that every “homebody” would be right there and looked around to see if there was anyone who seemed useful.
It was then that I noticed the cowboy hat wearing robot that lived in this establishment and told visitors about it’s history. I went over to examine it and found that I could reprogram it to act as the town’s sherif with relative ease. I wouldn’t even need to get any supplies, everything I needed was right there. But surely there’s a better option than that. A robot certainly wouldn’t be a coward like Beagle, but it wouldn’t have the human element that a law enforcer really needs. It would just see things in black and white. No, this robot wouldn’t do. I walked over to Nash and explained the situation to him and asked what he thought. He told me that he had heard of someone named Meyers was locked up in the prison that all the powder gangers came from who used to be a sheriff. He felt just as skeptical as me to trusting someone from there, but he thought that it was at least worth checking out.
The alternative of course was the NCR. Now, this was already technically the NCR’s area, but as I had been already told from Lieutenant Hayes, they apparently didn’t have the manpower to even go into Primm, let alone lead it. I figured it was still worth talking to Hayes about it though, see what he can manage, especially considering that I already took care of many of the powder gangers in town. The talk about Meyers had reminded me that I had other business up at that prison. I had to go meet up with Sergeant Lee nearby to help him eliminate the powder gangers threat for good. I set out towards the NCRCF listening to the pipboy’s radio on my way to meet him.
When I did, he quickly briefed me on the situation. And when I say quickly, I mean his briefing maybe lasted a few sentences before we had to go start our raid. The fence of the prison blew up and we (there were a number of soldiers there with us) ran in. I realize now that my descriptions of the battles I’m in is usually relatively brief, but frankly, it’s hard to exactly recount this type of thing. When you’re there in the moment and the bullets are flying past your head, you often aren’t even sure what’s going on. All you know in that moment is that you need to shoot the people who are shooting at you. It gets especially hard to follow when there’s so many people involved, as was the case in this instance. I took down some people, yes, but the soldiers there did the bulk of the work. It wasn’t long after the battle started that the bodies finally stopped piling up. The powder gangers were no more.
Sergeant Lee thanked me for my help and radioed back to Lieutenant Hayes letting him know that the mission was a success. At this point I was free to leave, but I thought I’d take this opportunity to take a look around. I overheard from a solider there that there was apparently a breakaway group of powder gangers who had headed up north and still remained. Not my problem. I found the prison warden’s terminal and started reading the logs. He had been very concerned about the prisoners having some kind of uprising. He felt that he didn’t have enough men to keep them under control as it was, and even worse, the NCR siphoning off the men there for defending Hoover Dam. The very last terminal there was a request to an old friend higher up in the NCR, pleading for more men to be stationed at the prison, because he really feared that something was going to happen. In other words, the rise of the powder gangers was predicted by the prison warden here, but he was powerless to prevent it. He ultimately ended up a victim of not only the powder gangers, but the lack of resources of the NCR.
I considered bringing the terminal to the attention of Sergeant Lee, but he was likely already aware of this kind of thing. The NCR never has enough men to do anything proper, and this results in things blowing up in the NCR’s face, and everyone in the NCR knew it, or at least everyone in the military did. I continued looking around and I found someone not in ncr garb sitting down on a chair, drinking. I walked up to him and asked him who he was. He first let me know that he was a prisoner here and didn’t want anything to do with the powder gangers and wasn’t planning on resisting the NCR at all. I asked his name. It was Meyer.
I told him that I had heard that he used to be a sheriff. He confirmed and told me his story. He was the sherif of a town out west, and found that the law moved a bit too slowly for justice to really be enforced. He claimed that sometimes, to keep people safe, you gotta work outside of the law. So he did. For doing that, he got sent to prison, and he didn’t regret that at all, as he had in fact done the crime, and was therefore willing to do the time. I liked his attitude and philosophy, so I told him about the situation down in Primm and asked if he thought he could make it work. He said that he was interested, but unless he was pardoned by the NCR, he couldn’t do it. That made sense to me, but wasn’t something that could be easily arranged, so I told him I’d look into it and set off.
My destination was the NCR camp next to Primm. I wanted to talk to Lieutenant Hayes about the sherif situation in Primm, and to tell him about the prison raid. The trip there was uneventful aside from a few good tracks on the radio. I gotta say, I’m loving this pipboy and all its features. The radio has made the Mojave a lot less lonely. I wouldn’t mind someone to travel with though. But, it’s kinda hard to convince someone else to live this kind of lifestyle, and I’d feel absolutely awful if anything happened to them because of me.
When I got there and spoke to Lieutenant Hayes about the Primm situation, I suggested that it was possible that someone from the NCR’s could take over as sheriff. He told me that they couldn’t spare anyone there. If they had just one extra squad, they would be able to bring the law back to Primm, but as they are now, they can’t. I asked if they could just radio for an extra squad and I was told that it wouldn’t work, but if I really wanted to I could go over to Mojave Outpost myself and see if I could convince them.
I slept for a bit while at the camp, and when I woke up I set off towards Mojave Outpost. It was to the south west, and on the road there I passed by some feral ghouls. I tried to steer clear of them but one of them ended up noticing me and I had to kill him and the others. I always feel bad for ghouls. From what I’ve heard, they’re just regular people who got super irradiated and their skin began to rot and their voices became gravely. They supposedly can’t age though and don’t have to eat (I’ve heard conflicting stories about that, maybe it varies), and there are ghouls who have been alive since before the war, although I’ve never met one that old myself. I wonder what it’s like to experience that. To go from living whatever life was like before the war to... this. These ghouls have seen factions rise and fall, seen people born, live and die, all while they’re trapped in a body that seems to have already decayed. No wonder some of them go feral, and that’s not even to mention the way that many non ghoul people treat them.
Mojave Outpost was visible from far away, thanks for its massive statue of two figures meeting eachother. As I arrived, I talked to the first solider there and asked him about the outpost. He told me that it was mainly just soldiers and caravans stuck here in a bureaucratic gridlock. He didn’t seem to be too positive about the whole place. I asked him where I could find Knight (the man Hayes told me to meet with) and I was told which building he was in. I was also told about a bar in the other building. I walked into the one with Knight in it.
He was standing behind a desk in front of the door. He asked me if I was a citizen or caravan. I answered that I was a courier. I explained the situation to him. He said that they only had the exact amount of troops there required by the NCR higher ups back west. They quite simply couldn’t spare anyone. Everyone who comes through there was just on the way to somewhere else, and if they weren’t they were just being held up there. The situation seemed pretty depressing. But I kept trying to convince him, and somehow, I managed to use my knowledge of economics to convince him that having a more stable control on Primm would be a good idea. He excused himself to talk to some people on the radio for a little bit, and then after a few minutes he turned back to me and said that it was done. An extra squad was heading out to Primm. My job here was done.
I decided not to leave just yet though. I could use a drink, and there was a bar. So that’s where I am now. I’m sitting down at the bar and writing this. I might go talk to that girl sitting over there. I think I overheard the bartender calling her “Cass”. I didn’t mean to go a few days without updating this, but I guess it kinda turned out that way. Next entry will be much quicker, probably when I get back to Primm. Bye!
Entry 6:
Night, Day 4 (Again):
Well, I talked to Cass. Technically, she initiated the conversation. Which is to say she caught me looking at her and asked if I was looking for trouble. I told her I was only looking around, and she responded by aggressively telling me to keep my eyes off. I responded with a sarcastic remark related to how much she had been drinking, and surprisingly she opened up more. She said that she was drinking to forget things, but it only served to make her more angry, and when she got angry, she tended to hit things. Or people. After ensuring that I wasn’t within striking distance, I asked her what she was trying to forget.
She said she was part of a caravan that got attacked, and they burned both everyone in the caravan except her, and for some reason the cargo. I inquired why they would do that. She said she thought it was the legion trying to cut off the supply lines. And she thinks it’s working, because the outpost is, in her words, “locked up tighter than a New Vegas virgin”. No caravans come in, and no caravans come out. I asked if she was out of the caravan business then. She said she was, after that. But there was one problem. She was still stuck here. Despite her caravan being very definitely gone, her caravan papers are still with her, and since no caravans are going through, she’s stuck here. She recommended going up north to the crimson caravan company if I was looking for work. I remembered that’s where Ringo worked. Regardless, I shifted the topic to the outpost in general. She mumbled more about being stuck here, and then complained about the “fucking monument” outside. She said that if the ncr put as much effort as they put into that monument into protecting the Mojave, they might actually be worth the thing. But as it is, it’s just a useless pile of scrap that caesar is just gonna melt down and reshape into a bull (something she suspects is making up for something) when he comes through here. I asked if there was any work around here. She told me to talk to Jackson if I was interested in some kind of running and gunning deal. Otherwise, she told me to go on the roof where I would find “Ghost”, a sniper who apparently spotted something relating to Nipton. I said my goodbye and left.
After getting up, I decided to talk to the people she had told me about. I started with the woman who goes by “Ghost Ranger” on the roof of the building I had been in. Asked her how she was and her thoughts on Mojave outpost. Much like everyone else here, she hated it. Called it one of the worst posts in the NCR. She also told me, with some urgency, that she had been seeing smoke above Nipton. She didn’t think it was the powder gangers, not this south. Unfortunately, they didn’t really have enough people here to send someone out to check it. She asked if I’d be willing to do it and report back what I find. Since I was going to be heading to Nipton on my way to Novac anyways, I told her I would.
I went into the other building to talk to Ranger Jackson. He was a busy fellow, as he was sure to remind me every other word, but he did have work for me. The road out of here needed clearing, and nobody was free to do it. He wasn’t technically allowed to hire me to do it, but he offered to make some supplies “disappear” if I made sure the road was cleared. So I did. This part was extremely uneventful so I won’t say anything other than some bigass bugs got fried by lasers. Coming back was eventful though. I found the corpse of a ghoul wearing some strange robes, and he was carrying an energy rifle which didn’t use fuel at all and seemed to recharge somehow. No idea how that works. Maybe it’s solar powered? Well, I’m not gonna question my new infinitely recharging energy rifle. I headed back to collect my reward from Ranger Jackson, and now I’m off to finally put to rest this whole Primm business. See you next time, Diary!
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