Don’t remember much, just know that I woke up and some old fella was tellin’ me about how he plucked all the bullet shards out of my head and stapled my face back together. Apparently some sort of cowboy robot dug me out of a shallow grave? I don’t know, it all seems a little far-fetched.
But now I’m wandering around the Mojave Wasteland, aimless, but free. And alive, I guess. We’ll see how long that lasts. Suppose I’ll head out West and see what I can see.
(I’m playing Fallout: New Vegas now)