Some people might say that death would've came for the courier bearing a bullet to the brain. The courier says differently. The courier always cheated his fate. He'd march out of death's grave, return to the desolate city that is New Vegas, and make death cry for his mortality. Because this... is the Mojave Desert. An irradiated, barren reminder of the old world that once was. A wild wasteland, that for the courier, was no more than a place where the dead go to die again.
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