Holding The Mojave
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After the war, after the destruction, after everything, what happens? Who holds the reigns of the Mojave desert? Certainly the daring Courier 6. The once kindhearted man who saved Goodsprings, Novac, Hoover Dam, and many other places and people is now the tyrant that holds the wasteland to his liking. But is there anyone who can save him from himself and the hell he cast upon the wastes?
When a new secret gang forms to overthrow the tyrant, he doesn't take lightly to it. Will the gang be enough to stop Courier 6? Will they be enough to end this oppression and return New Vegas to its former self?
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