I taught myself how to make reels just to make this bc when I played that part of Old World Blues this joke was all I could think about for the next day.
My favourite joke in New Vegas is when in Dead Money you meander trough the Sierra Madre kitchens and find a bunch cosmic knives strewn around. And then you find rants about them, about how terrible they are, how they are so sharp they are unusable. This is already the funniest thing in the world.
And then later you play Old World Blues. You meet those crazy bastards. You wander trough the Big MT and check out all these crazy places. And then you find out this is where that infamous Sierra Madre fog��� came from. "Oh, so those guys ruined everything, huh?" you might think. And then, finally, you see that saturnite facility. It rings a bell.
The Courier is brought to Big Mountain, the 'Big MT', against her will— and, against all odds, she does what she does best; she takes the cards she is dealt to spur mortality unto divinity.
Numb without the autonomy that comes with being wholly intact, she walks the graveyard of the Big MT. She follows the ghosts of Old World flags painted on the walls, Christine's tapes, and Elijah's sickness as she collects upgrades worth fighting for.
There is more than only the Think Tank to contend with here; an infection lurks in all it might infect, waiting for the opportunity that only Courier Six has managed to manifest.
Gods are seldom born; they have to be made.
Part I: Infect the Haruspex
Part II: Tinderbox
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DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT: Please ensure you read the tags for this fic. The actions and events depicted are not endorsed as morally correct or justified; such is the point.
i have created an unscientific height chart for the think tank. in the original image, dala, borous, and 8 are behind 0, klein, and mobius, and therefore are further back in space. the two lines at the bottom line up with klein and mobius's ankles/heels and toes. using this as reference, i tried to scale the rest of them appropriately so that they are all on the (relatively) same plane. i also tried to place height markers with a little give, accounting for hair. observations to note:
- dala is the shortest, but not by as much as i thought. she might be a little taller than shown here, actually.
- 0 and klein are practically the same height.
- i thought 8 was the tallest, but it seems that borous has him beat by an inch or two. it looks like he's simply further back than 8, but this is because....
- look at how fucking small borous's feet are. i tried to line up everyone's heels on the same plane, but since he's standing like it's his first day of standing practice, it's a little bit warped.
- likewise look at how huge 8's feet are. jesus man
- i put mobius's height marker a bit lower because he has poofy hair.
this chart is not accurate in the slightest, but i kept thinking about it, so here it is.