Fallout New Vegas Missing Persons
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I am adding voices to an incomplete Fallout NV quest mod that I have created a while back. Please be available for potential updates in the future. This mod contains strong language. Do not audition if you are not comfortable with that.
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I grew up in Bonnie Springs. Tell you what. You clear out the raider scum, and you have a deal.
Then I'm off to my new job. Where's this place at, by the way?
So you're the asshole? Let's get one thing straight, shithead. Lori was, is, and always will be the best agent we ever had, so if you want HER job, you're going to have to earn it. Now, what are your qualifications?
*condescending tone* Good job!
You're new, so naturally, you're going to get the shit assignments. Don't like it, there's the door.
Conor is a cynic with evil thoughts who can be goaded into following through with those thoughts (no evil quest yet) or convinced to find redemption.
Help people?! Are you really that f***ing blind? There's no one left who deserves help. Honor, decency...Those ideals have been dead for a long f***ing time.
Yes, but it's true. Tell me, Courier, when was the last time you heard someone utter the phrase, "because it's the right thing to do."? Never, I'll bet. Hmph, do you think it's going to get any better? No, sir. We've got to make it better ourselves. Well, certain people have to go. The ignorant, the depraved, those who would seek to bend us to their will. From this moment on, they will bend to our will, or they will be destroyed along with their families.
*pathetic sobbing* There is nothing that can be done. The world has gone to s***.
I lost too many good men because the brass couldn't make decisions.
Sure. Could you do something for me first?
One of my men was killed because one of the higher ups who planned the mission had a few too many drinks the night before.
Thank you. *reads letter* I should kill the drunken fool!
You're goddamned right. That's exactly what I'm going to do?
No. You're right.
Yes?
Lock n' load.
Greetings, human.
I'd be honored. Can you do me a favor?
I'm sure that you've heard of the Nightkin. Well, it happened to a friend of mine. He's become too dangerous. Please put him out of his misery.
Yeah, some people don't have a sense of humor?
Where do I sign up?
Minor character
GET OFF OF MY PROPERTAH!
Well, you can't be too careful. What's this job?
Sounds good. Wait...shit...
Hey baby, you looking for a good time?
You don't have to ask me twice. Anything's better than this s***hole.
You have two seconds to tell me what you're doing here before I kill you.
My father's been dead for years. Who the f***.....oh s***.....GET DOWN!!!!!
You idiot. You allowed him to plant a tracking device on you. This is typical. I swear I'm f***ing jinxed.
Extremely minor character. Only a couple lines.
Thank you. I must get back to work.
Sure.
It will be good to feel like I have a purpose again. Very well. I accept your offer, but you must do something for me.
I was tracking a guy who is planning to sell a family of slaves to the Legion. Eliminate that f***, and take out the Legion buyers when they show up.
They're at a vault just north of here.
Minor character.
Look, I don't mean to be rude, but I'm recently out of work and was on my way to the bar to get hammered. Now stand aside.
Doing what, maintenance? You want shit fixed. I can definitely fix shit. Fixing shit is my specialty
Nice. I'm gonna love this job. I'll head over there right away
YOU! You bastard! It's your fault this happened to me. I'm going to make you suffer!
That's a long f***ing story and one I'm not going to bother telling you. I had a life, and you f***ed it up. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't incinerate your ass.
Goddamnit, I knew there was something fishy about those f***ers. I figured either you would find Murff or get yourself killed. Either way, I win. As it turns out, Johannes has the doctor, you're still breathing, and I'm a f***ing zombie. Now, I know I'm jinxed. *sigh* Sorry I played you.
Can I help you?
Yes. In California. We had philosophical differences.
Why not? It'll be something to do for once. What would you need me to do?
I...I can't feel my legs. *gurgle* I...I...*cough* Alan?...Alan?....
They came...rounded us all up and told us that if we didn't fight each other, they would kill the children. We butchered each other. Then they...the kids...they...OH GOD! THE SCREAMS!
Thank God. I love you, Alan *cough*... I...*gasp* I...*dies*
Former Raider. Minor character.
Hello.
Yeah, it's not the kind of life that I expected.
I guess so.
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