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WalkingĪlong the dusty wastes, Colt and I conversated about things such as kill count, expectation of enemy, how to spend our caps when we get to New Vegas, women, likes, dislikes, and even pornography. I, however, love the little things because I didn't have to drink my own piss. We finally found a prickly pear and had some of thatīut I don't suppose you want to hear me talk about eating a cactus, you want to hear about me shooting shit. That day! Whats worse is that wasn't even the high point! On we walked though, like machines through an endless desert with limited supplies. I swear to god it was so fucking hot that I almost wanted to drink my own piss! Do you have any idea how that feels? It fucking sucks! The temperature had to be at 115 degrees Eversince the Legion was pushed back to the Fort, itsīeen quiet out here.
Nothing interesting happened along the way, really. I had a headache and didn't exactly feel like doing tango with a deathclaw. We started walking out south along the Highway We were just about to leave before we got caught up in the party so now we were paying for it. Rifle I named Lulu and my Ranger Sequoia I named Lucy. Intel says he has a camp out by the Ivanpah Race Track out by the Mojave outpost so there was no good there. Legate who was last seen disguised as a civilian. Colt and I had the assignment of assassinating a See? Us Rangers can be funny guys! At any rate, I had a hang over and my head hurt, boo hoo, moving on! I stood up and dusted myself off. Meaning they will have a very shitty day. You know, just to tell other snipers that if they can read it, then I can see them. The word "Unlucky" into the fron of my helmet. I did, however, like the idea of a change up so I carved Nevertheless, I think I have enough charms to ward off bad shit and what not. Number "13" on my armor seeing how that is an unlucky number. Now I have my red Ranger Bandanna tied to my left leg, A hawk and crow feather on my holster, and I carry around that old card as a charm as well. My accumulation of 'good luck charms' increased afer Yeah, that ended up being a tell-tale favorite for the rookies because of how much of a jack ass Colt can be. His first shot went right through the spades and out the back of my helmet. Well a Legionare saw that and decided to open up on me. In fact, a friend of mine, Dean Colt, put the ace of spades card on my helmet as a joke. It's riddled with bullet holes and I havn't been shot yet!. Well, right next to Corpral Sterling in 1st Recon. I am what you would call the luckiest son of a bitch in the NCR. Way, My name is Lucky and I'm an NCR Ranger Veteran. Note: At the end of this book, it should end with the words, "For Honorable Service Against All Tyrants." If that is not at the end, then I am dead. I'm here to tell you about me and you, the reader, are Woke up at 6 am and it feels like I only got an hour of sleep. Celebrating for finally getting back in the shit, Chief Hanlon threw us a party at camp Golf. June 23, 2280: Patroling the Mojave, Ivanpah Race Track (ref id 000e1a4a)
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