Yesterday I made a thread that told half the tale of a deranged, sociopathic cannibal. Today I shall finish the story; I may not get every detail, but I'm confident that there'll be an ending.
> Be me, two weeks after Six ate and shat out the head of Caesar
> Six wanted this gun that cost around 10,000 caps
> thanks god these cap-trading retards don't tax out here
> Six, being the absolute most chipper mood that day, decided to go gambling at the strip
> "do whatever, Raul. Just get me some coffee, please"
> I'm scared
> he never says please
> AND HE'S SMILING
> THE LAST TIME HE SMILED HE KILLED A PERSON VIA DECAPITATION AND ATE THEIR INTESTINES
> okay boss
> walk around and find a vendor
> 7/10 inbred irradiated wasteland p00si
> "Hola can I get some coffee?"
> the bitch makes me pay double because I have no skin
> fucking smoothskins
> Be one hour after I give Six some shitty dirt coffee
> these huge mafia looking fuckers toss him out of the casino, saying he's "too lucky"
> Also Six is rambling about some weird shit going on in there
> says we need to find a prostitute's ex boyfriend or something
> Eventually, after four days of meandering about doing some weird shit in the casinos
> one of which I nearly got burned to death by a cannibal with a flamethrower
> after getting thrown out of EVERY casino in Vegas we come to a grand total of
> 30,000 caps
> oh my god Six is going to buy a nuke
> he buys a fully automatic sniper rifle and gives me his old hunting rifle with a Mexican flag on the stock
> but then it happens
> the robot vendor of the gun runners spazzes out and doesn't give Six 5,000 caps in change
> Some dude working a reloading bench nearby says "Sorry, man. He just does that sometimes."
> Six tightens his grip on Knock-Knock, his fire ax
> shit is about to get as funky as my 200 year old nether regions
> Six heaves the 8 pound fire ax into the crotch of the man who was explaining things
> a bullet catches Six in the chest
> but he's wearing the armor of a long dead and eaten NCR ranger
> he storms through the gates of the gun runner's factory, splitting the heads of those unlucky enough to be within his sight
> I wait outside because I've never actually seen Six angry in any way
> he comes out thirty minutes later COMPLETELY soaked in blood
