Joshua Graham's Trip to the City of Sin

Prologue: "Charisma"

"Aww come on, Joshie! Why not?" Courier 6 whined like a small child.

"I refuse to subject myself to the sins of that city." Graham responded. She had suggested several times before of the possibility of them both visiting New Vegas in the past, and today was no different.

"I promise, it's not as bad as people say! I mean, sure there's the gambling, the pre-marital sex and the overall disregard of human decency over there is appalling but it's really not that bad!"

Joshua raised an eyebrow...well...more like his bandages shifted in a way that resembled an eyebrow raise. 6 wasn't quite aware of anything most days but, apparently, it's not her fault because, and I quote, "My brain wanted to stay in a jar rather than go back into my head."

"Aww dont gimme that look! I helped ya with the White Legs, remember? You owe me!"

"You have mine and The Lord's eternal gratitude for making me show mercy on Salt-Upon-Wounds but He would not want a part of his flock to turn to debauchery."

"Pleeeeeeease?"

"No."

"Ugh....fine. Guess you don't follow that thingamajig of yours to the letter. What does it say again? 'Love thy neighbour as thyself?' Preeeeetty sure New Vegas is a neighbour."

With a heavy sigh and a reluctance to accept she was right for once, he stood up and uttered "....I'll grab my things. Do not make me regret this."

Ecstatic at the fact that "Joshie", her nickname for him, had finally said yes to joining her on her travels, she sprung up from her seat and did a little 'celebration dance'. Joshua didn't have the heart nor the bravery to tell her she looked stupid.

Hours later, at the exit to the Grand Canyon where the Courier had travelled into many months beforehand, she waited for Joshua to finish packing his things which consisted of his scriptures, his trusty compact M1911 engraved with one of the various tongues of the Old World and 15 packs of bandages.

"Jeez, Joshie. How you gonna lug all that crap around? Passageway ain't that wide, you know that right? Ah whatever, if you get stuck though, don't blame me." And with 6 tipping their hat towards Joshua.... our story officially begins....

Very....very.....shittily.