Chapter 18b: This Is The House, Built On Sin
Alright God, let's do this.
You know exactly where we're fucking going.
Fuck me. Don't you want to meet the guy who's been giving Dog orders?
That's what I'm saying.
Look, I trust you, alright? I've been letting you be your willful, angry self this whole time.
Cross my heart.
Now, why does Elijah want you working this... what is this... a switching substation?
Ah. Yes, I can see how that might be a problem for the humans in your company.
Let's get cracking oh god these things are so creepy I don't want to fight or touch or look at them.
Another one of Dean's little hideaways.
Here's where the substation is supposed to be.
Legionaries are fucking amateurs compared to these things.
WHY IS THAT ONE ON THE ROOF OH GOD.
THEY KNOW NO FEAR. WE ARE OUTNUMBERED.
AAAAAAAAHHH WHY ARE THEY THROWING BOMBS NOW.
HE'S JUST... IT'S FLOATING THERE. IT IS TELLING GRAVITY TO FUCK OFF.
GOD YOU ARE FUCKING USELESS WHY AREN'T YOU HELPING ME KILL THESE THINGS.
Oh hey, I leveled up.
Yes more health please and thank you.
Now maybe I'll survive a few more beatdowns before dying in this hellhole.
Christ, more of this red cloud bullshit. Well, only one way to go.
RUN AT FULL SPRINT OH NO MY BOMB IS BEEPING AS WELL THAT'S NOT A GOOD THING.
bodaciously...
FUCK that noise.
And there goes another one.
Ugh, Dean, why did you hide your shit in the cloud like an asshole.
My lungs are on fire. This cloud is going to kill me if I don't get out soon.
Thank you whoever is responsible for my comfort and life.
Let me just pop a couple stimpaks and recalibrate myself.
NO THIS IS NOT THE IDEAL SITUATION.
Those fucking bombs are going to kill me, I swear.
FUCK YOU ASSHOLE.
FUCK YOU IN YOUR STUPID GLOWING FACE.
Oh thank fucking Christ we're here.
Would you kindly operate the fucking substation now?
Confirmed: God is not Andrew Ryan's son.
Look, I'll lock the gate so they stay away, alright?
FUCK.
Look, I can make Dog do it. You know I can call him out whenever I want. But I really would prefer having you at these controls.
Because I fucking trust you, alright? And I do need an actual brain behind the muscles.
Whatever, can you do it or do I have to call Dog?
Awesome sauce.
I guess it's dinnertime. Wait, what does he... what do you eat?
You've got to be fucking kidding me.
No no no no, I do NOT want to do this, I do not want to TOUCH those THINGS.
Uuuuuuuuugh no, this is so gross. I thought they smelled bad on the outside.
Eat a dick, God. And then eat this disgusting ghost person flesh.
Are you sure you're not just, you know, hungry?
One down.
Shit, now I'm flying solo.
Let's hurry back, no sense in sticking around this neighborhood.
He was indeed.
Who what? You know the woman in the hologram?
Yeah. Also, I've never heard of you.
Enough of this, we're headed to Puesta del Sol.
I'm pretty sure this entire villa is the last place anyone wants to be.
Fucking wonderful.
What's the matter Domino? Can't stand up to... fuck it, that was going to be a lame-as
s pun.
Let's just... let's just go.
Never gonna let those showbiz remarks die, are you?
Well look at you, pretending you can't handle yourself.
Oh shit, maybe you do need my help.
Take that, you little shit weasel.
Holy shit, did anyone else see that? That was... TITS. Fuck me, I wish I had a camera, that was glorious.
Not a very ostentatious position.
Please don't.
Nothing gets past you, does it?
I don't see what else you could possibly be doing here.
Frankly, Dean, I don't give a shit. You had me sitting on a bomb when I met you, and I already had one strapped to my neck. That is two bombs too many.
Look, I'll fucking clear this place out, you'll be fine, you fucking pussy.
Fucking FUUUUUCK.
Alright, you mentioned the ghost fuckers stay away from holograms. What if I turn on a few?
Great, let's find some fucking holograms.
Shit, here's one right here. This will be easier than I thought.
Now I need to find another, because Dean is a gigantic baby.
Get the fuck out of my way, I am so sick of dealing with you as
sclowns.
Alright, remember when I said this would be easy?
Yeah, I'm fucking lost.
Here's a computer, but it's not the right one and I don't have the skill to crack it anyway.
You know what? Double fuck this. You're staying here whether you like it or not.
I will fucking BREAK you, man.
Oh, I didn't say you'd be dead. I need your arms, but not your legs.
I will leave you writhing in fucking agony on this rooftop.
How fast do you think you'll be able to crawl away when those ghost things start swarming?
Glad we see eye-to-eye on this.
I'm not even going to pretend that worries me.
Of course, NOW I level up.
Let's see what was hiding behind door number one.
MORE HOLOGRAM CONTROLS WELL THAT'S JUST FUCKING SWELL.
Like I give a fuck. Dean can rot on that fucking rooftop. Or continue to rot, whatever.
What do you see, girl?
My Pip-Boy? You think it's connected to the fountain? How would that even-
Wait, the hologram. You think Elijah's hacked into my Pip-Boy, using it to broadcast his messages.
The... what, the signal? You think he must be nearby?
Hey, easy, that's my arm.
He probably broke into it when I was knocked out.
I guess that's where you're headed.
A keyboard?
Hold on, the other two... can't type? No, they can't operate computers. Or at least not as well as you can.
So that's why you're headed there. Seems the old man had this all figured out.
Now let's get you there.
Good thing Dean and I already cleared most of this place out.
I guess a bit of claustrophobia is to be expected after being locked into an Auto-Doc and having your throat ripped out.
And I said...
LET THERE BE LIGHT.
It's a good thing some of the former psychos who got stuck here had the common decency to leave warnings behind before they died.
Probably would have found it myself anyway.
And boom goes the dynamite.
This place is full of death speakers.
I take my eyes off the ground for one second, suddenly it's not there anymore.
And now I need to make my way through here. Awesome.
I have to do something about this fucking cloud.
Maybe this giant computer will do the trick.
Sweet.
Oh my goodness, if I could handle a gun at all you would be getting used like there was no tomorrow.
I'm... sure this will be useful later?
Oh god yes.
Here we are.
Fuck, I should have known this wasn't going to be easy.
It's fine, your claustrophobic, I'll find another way.
Yeah, I really wish I could hear your voice right now.
I'm... not going to try to translate that.
Remote term- oh shit, this is what that password was for.
Well hot da
mn, turns out I had courage inside me all along.
No sweat. You should be able to do everything you need to from right there.
Um... okay.
We're gonna get through this, alright?
We'll meet again inside the casino, no worries.
Now to get to my own position.
Ten-four, you octogenarian cocksucker.
The way to the tower is fraught with danger.
I don't even need to show you pictures, just take my word for it. I fought way too many ghost assholes getting here.
UM.
Oh god, there's still more? Fuck this, I'm making a run for it.
I hope those freaks are too stupid to climb a ladder.
Alright, I'm here, old man.
Read you loud and clear, Christine.
Good to hear, God.
Suck a dick, Dean.
I wonder what opening skies look like.
Not impressed.
Whoa, what the fuck?
The fucking casino is launching rockets into the sky.
Is this normal? Is this part of the event?
Holy shit, now I actually want to go into that casino.
And it looks like I'm gonna have to fight a whole mess of ugly to get there.
Or I could run past them, screaming at the top of my lungs.
I choose option number two.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
AAAAAAAAAAAAokay I'm clear of the ghost people.
Time to see what this casino has to offer.
What? NO. GODDAMNIT, NO, NOT NOW.
I AM NOT GETTING
KNOCKED OUT TWICE IN ONE FUCKING...
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