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Tell me something, Jack.

How is it these raiders can keep that monster as a pet, hold all this real estate, and they can’t get a bartender who can pour a fucking drink?
Not to mention your vodka tastes like shit.

player greet

You making eyes at me, asshole? You keep doing that and I’ll pop them off with my fucking thumbs.

You making eyes at me, bitch?

I will do whatever the fuck I please, actually.
Yeah, and it’ll be the last thing you ever do.

You’ve got balls to threaten the person who just killed half your friends.
Fuck ’em. I got no friends.

No my lady, I’d never make eyes at such an obnoxious cunt.
Ha, now that’s funny. Why don’t you reach into that ass of jokes you got there and go fuck yourself.

Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it.
So you’re a coward and a liar. How the fuck is it you that’s still alive?

Why are you ordering drinks?
Because I’m fucking thirsty, and I got tired of waiting.

Waiting for what?
For you motherfucker. I had to see if you were worth it.
And I have to say, the way you’re mowing down these rooks like chicken feed…I’m almost impressed.
But amateur hour is over bitch. Are we gonna rumble or what?

I just took out an entire town of raiders. What you’re suggesting is suicide. 
If it wasn’t suicide, it wouldn’t be any fun.

I’m not going to fight you if I don’t have to.
You don’t get it, do you asshole. You don’t have a choice.

Come get me you stupid raider bitch.
Mmmm, I love it when they talk tough. It makes it that much better when they scream.

Sure, why not. Let’s dance.
Pff. You want Jack to play some music for us too, princess? Fuck, I’m getting bored already. You better not disappoint me.

(Gets up from stool and takes a drink)

All right, let’s do this. And Jack, I suggest you fucking duck.
(starts combat)

player wins fight

(gasping) Fuck. You got me. Go on then. What are you waiting for!

I’d rather not. Someone with your skills is more useful to me alive.
Gimme a fucking break. You want me at your back? Then you’re a fool. Because I won’t think twice to stick my knife in it.

That’s what I’m saying, yes.
You’re fucking crazy. But fine. I’d like nothing more than to keep you close.
And when I figure out how to kill you, you’ll be too dead to realize you fucked up.

I’m willing to take that chance.
What, you like to gamble or some shit? I’m warning you, you bring me along, every roll’s gonna come up snake eyes.
But all right, I’ll be your little pet cunt. Right until the day I’m not.

You’re not worth the cost of a stimpak. Die.
Do it then.

Go on and do what? You’ll have to be more specific, I’m not a mind reader.
Kill me you fucking cunt! Don’t get soft on me now.

You’re supposed to say “Please.” I mean I’ll do it, but next time ask nicely.
Fuck you.
(combat re-initiated, essential tag removed)

Tell me more about yourself.
(Sigh) You want to do this now? All right, if you got questions, ask ’em.

Sure. What’s on your mind?

How did you become a raider?
If you’re looking for a sob story, you’re sniffing the wrong asshole.
Sure, you swing a dead molerat around here and you’re bound to hit a few.
Runaways, slaves…the daddies who didn’t love ’em and the daddies who wouldn’t stop.
But me? There’s only one reason I do what I do. I like it.

Do you have any ties to raiders at Evergreen Mills?
Those jagbags? I got a rule when it comes to gangs. Don’t tell me your name.
I don’t wanna know you. I don’t wanna talk to you. I’m here to collect two things. Caps and kills.
How did you even talk to them if you didn’t take names?
I gave ’em nicknames. Nosering, Manjaw, Cunt Lips…
Same goes for you, Vault Boy.

Same goes for you, Vault Girl.

So you enjoy killing people.
(evil grin) Hehehe, it ain’t work, that’s for sure.

What was your role? Where did you rank?
Roles? We’re a fucking gang of cutthroats and killers, not a bunch of jagoffs playing soldier.
The only chain of command is the one we use to choke the dogs into submission.

You mentioned you were waiting to see if I was worth your time.
Yeah. Ever since I joined that raider crew, I don’t take fights that bore me. But you were a challenge. You remind me of my first.

That’s enough for now. We’ll talk more later.
Yeah. Why not.

How did you hook up with the raiders in the first place?
Fine, If you’re that desperate to be bored, I’ll tell you.
I used to live in the sticks, selling scraps to caravans. I was about thirteen when a friend asked me if I wanted to join a gang.
I was pants on head stupid, so I had no idea what that really meant. He was fucking selling me.

Why would the raiders buy you?
Why else? To pimp me out. You know how it is. Cunts for caps. But the boss took one look at my face and said I was better off as pit bait.
So his lackeys, they toss me into a ring with these rabid fucking animals, putting caps on which one was gonna eat my guts first.
Hmph. You should’ve seen the look on their faces when I canceled every last bet.

What happened after that?
What do you think? The boss changed his mind, and took me in.
He taught me how to fight, and made me family.
But when you’re in gang, family only goes as far as you’re useful.

Did you ever find the friend that sold you?
Oh yeah. In fact, it so happens I kept a piece of him as souvenir. Keep your friends close, right?

Have always been this combative?
If you’re asking if I’m a bitch, then yeah, I am.
But you need a bitch on your side. You need someone who can fuck people up and tell it to you straight.

What are your thoughts on chem use?
Well, if you haven’t heard, pretty much every raider in the wastes is a chem addict. It’s in the company fucking manual.
But me, I don’t do needles.
So unless you got it in a pill or a bottle, you best keep that shit away.

I want to talk about our fight.
Yeah, well, you won. So you’re the boss. Not much else too it. I will say this though. It was the most fun I had in a long, long time.

What is it about fighting that you enjoy?
You got it wrong. It’s not the fight so much as the way it ends.
See, thing is, no one likes to take a bullet. It’s even more of bitch to take two.
But you put enough bullets in a man, and they get to that point where they want it…ask for it…just one more bullet to take away the pain.
So you tease ’em. You cock that hammer. You massage that trigger until they’re pleading for that bullet…begging for you to pull that switch.
And there’s that one moment where you lock your eyes and the two of you are on the same page, because you want the same thing.
And all of a sudden it’s not just a fight. It’s a fucking religious experience.
Is that what we had? A religious experience?
Yeah. Maybe that’s why I’m with you. Never felt what it was like to be on the other side.
Maybe that makes me your bitch. But it’s not gonna be that way forever. One of these days, I’m gonna show you how it feels.

What are your thoughts on karma?
What are you, my priest? Well, if you want my take rabbi, it’s all bullshit.
It’s like, say I want to beat the shit out of somebody. Sometimes that guy’s a child molester, other times he’s priest.
Do one guy, and you’re a hero, do another, and you’re a fiend.
And I’m like “Look asshole, I’m just trying to beat the shit out of someone.” You fist fucking Jesus freaks can attach whatever karma you want to it.
Any thoughts on where we should go next?
Well, you better not be thinking about heading too far east.
I don’t know how to swim, and I don’t care to learn.
The ocean can wipe my ass, and that’s about as far as I’m letting it touch me.

What am I, your fucking guide? Find a road, follow it, and wreck it.

Let’s go pick some fights and have an old fashioned boot party. I feel like stomping some skulls.

(groggy) Ugh. Right now? Back to sleep.

Follower Commands

I need your help. Follow me.
Let’s go kill shit.

Dismiss
Fine. I’ll be at Smiling Jack’s if you need me.

I want to discuss combat tactics.
I’m listening.

Wait here.
Yeah, yeah.

Follow me
Took you long enough.

I want you to use melee combat.
I’ll slit every one of their throats.

Ranged
Use the boomstick, got it.

Stay close
Be careful what you wish for.

Keep your distance.
Hmph. Smart.

That’s enough about tactics.
Good.

Trade

Fine. Take it.

(Sarcastic) By all means, boss.

Sure. Just watch your fingers. It’d be a shame to lose ’em.

Got anything bloody for me?

Hello/Goodbye

They can try and run. But bullets fly.

Gotta love the wastes. A bad day in hell is better than a good one out here. And I wouldn’t change a thing.

Yeah?

Need something, meat?

Got a plan?

What’s up?

Later.

Bye.

See ya.

A vault dweller and a raider. Heh. Wait until they get a load of us.

Let’s go already.

They can try and run. But bullets fly.

Best watch your back.

You’re looking…what’s the right word? Oh yeah, vulnerable.

Some people want the world to be fair. Well, fair doesn’t exist.
Fair’s a place where you ride roller coasters, eat cotton candy and only assholes step in dog shit. Fuck fair.

In this world, it pays to be vicious.

Killing’s all about blood and guts. Theirs, and ours.

You let the blood flow until the shaking stops.

It’s not the size of the gun, or the fight in the dog. It’s about wanting it more.

You’re doing a lot of good out there. It makes me wanna vomit.

I like the way you do things. You keep it up, and I might have to cancel your funeral plans.

Equipped Items

Nice boomstick. Some of these shotguns got more stick than boom, but yours is all right.

You using a sniper rifle? Normally, I’d say that’s some pussy shit, but you get a pass.

cherry bomb is the name of her shotgun
Revolvers like yours don’t jam. But if cherry ever did, I’d just beat them over the head with her barrel.

Super mutants use rifles like yours. All that muscle and the dumb shits are still using pea shooters.

Nice gun. I’m not a fan of lasers myself though. Too much ash, not enough blood.
Idles

A lot of these raider gangs are a bunch of rookies who couldn’t piss out of their own dick unless you held it for them. Let ’em die.

Heard about places like this. You stick a corpse in the ground, and they wake up zombies. It’s like planting seeds or some shit.

Don’t underestimate that preacher. You can’t know what crazy does.

Never liked these old, Pre-War buildings. They’re too sterile. Doesn’t feel like home unless you can whiff a corpse.

Reilly’s a little bitch. Hiding in that chop shop. I say fuck her. We don’t need to waste our time saving her pathetic little friends.

Towns like this are like milk in a liquor cabinet. They don’t fit and they fucking stink.

Big Town. It’s gonna be even bigger when the mutants move in. Any fucking day now.

Fuck this building. Ghouls don’t scare me. Ghosts don’t scare me. If anything, I scare them.

“The Church of Atom.” What the fuck is atom?

Can we get out of here? This place creaks like your grandma’s hip.

Even I don’t understand half the shit in this building. What the fuck do brain-dead muties want with it?

So what is this place supposed to be, ghoul hell? Looks pretty fucking classy for an “underworld.”

Not sure if the town here turned into zombies, or zombies took the town. Good riddance either way.

Looks like a good spot to camp out. Lots of food, lots of freaks, and a burnt corpse on a stick.

These dumbfuck soldiers locked themselves in this basement rather than leave their post. And they say raiders are crazy.

The cars and the freeway make this fort hard to sack. But it’s also halfway between shitsville and nowhere. Only a brain-dead bloatfly would want to sack it.

I love seeing places like this reduced to rubble. All the money in the world couldn’t save these top hat wearing jackoffs.

Nuka fucking cola. Shit’s disgusting. Pre-War cuntrags had the worst fucking taste.