Fallout New Vegas: The couriers journey
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  • Reads 4,553
  • Votes 121
  • Parts 14
  • Time 10h 27m
Ongoing, First published Sep 12
The story will be following the Courier, or you in this case, as he travels throughout the Mojave Desert on his way to kick a certain checker wearing S.O.B in the rear for shooting him in the head.

Come read your journey in the Mojave Desert and see exactly how you become a legend, feared by many, respected by others.

All will come to know one thing as you make a name for yourself: Don't mess with the guy bringing your mail unless you want your whole operation messed up.

Also, I don't own Fallout New Vegas or anything in the story. The credit goes to their rightful owners.
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