Good Night, Vegas Lights
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  • Reads 8,266
  • Votes 316
  • Parts 27
  • Time 1h 54m
Complete, First published Oct 10, 2014
Going to New Vegas seemed like a good idea. At first...

In debt to the Omertas, deep in the drug dens, and without a cap, Vincent Porter struggles to even hold his existence in place. The day a band of thugs pay him a visit, he decides its once again time to skip town. It seemed squatting in Freeside had finally run its course anyway. Six months was long enough. Though only one question hung in his mind. Where on Earth did he plan on heading?
(A Fallout New Vegas Fan Fiction)
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