AWKWARD ZOMBIE

You make it look so painless

I suffer, in life and in game, for your amusement.

Enjoy.

Not sure if you can get the perfect ending now after ticking off Dean.

deans a fucking douche anyway

Yes he is but he gets some character growth.

I never thought he deserved it. To me, the perfect ending is the one in which he eats it.

I think being a ghoul and stranded in that place for 200 years is punishment enough. That's more than two lifetime sentences.

Except when you find him he's the exact same remorseless, spiteful shithead he was when the bombs dropped.

But the next update will feature him spilling the beans on all the awful shit he did, so there's no sense spoiling it now.

I hope you kill him
I hope he dies

Chapter 18c: This Is The House, Nobody Lives



...Fuck, not again. At least there's no old people looking down on me this time.



Yeah, I made it you miserable old fuck. Thanks for all the help.



Well it sucks that I missed the slumber party.



I continue to hate everything about this casino.



Are you still talking to me?





It does look a good deal less dilapidated than the villa.







Well let's sound the fucking alarm then.



Time to wake up, Sierra Madre. You've got visitors.



Oh shit.



You really got a boner for the Old World, don't you, old man?



You make so much sense, as always.



Security's on patrol now, let's have a look around.



Good thing there are more bullets than speakers.



Looks like I'm not going there yet.



Somehow, radios are bulletproof. Luckily I can just shut them off.



Maybe I can divert security away from where I need to go.



Or maybe I can just level up.



I would be a shitty courier indeed if I didn't already know where everything was.



Security has been successfully redirected, now I can poke around a bit.



Oh hello, what's this?



Awesome, this is a much more direct method of getting rid of those immortal laser-shooting ghosts.



There's another one here over the casino.



Shit, that got rid of one, but there's another one walking around still. I wonder where his projector is.



Fuck it, I'll just run right past him to this... circuit breaker?



That was too easy.



Oh goodie, the casino's awake.





I'm surprised they haven't come looking for me already, for help or hindrance.



I guess I'll go say hi.



You're talking to yourself again, dude.



So Dean probably got sent to the theater, but what would that have to do with the others?



...The fuck do you need the sound archives for?



Ahahahahaha, that is your own fucking fault, man.



Wow, I think I'll just, uh...



I figured you'd suggest that.

One problem, though. If one of them dies, so do I. Thanks to you, cockhole.



I will kill you so hard, old man.



Lucky me.



It kind of fucking matters.



Haha, where did this "we" bullshit come from? Suddenly you're talking about sharing your prize?



That's not going to be fucking likely.



I really wish I could tune you out.



There was a locked maintenance door in the casino, I'm guessing this is for that.



Here I come, God.



WHAT.



Fucking hell, sounds like God's had enough of all of this bullshit.

I can't really blame him.



Fuck the gas valves, maybe I can talk him down.



Shit, looks like I'm talking to the wrong super mutant.



God? God, listen, you've gotta take control before-



Shit, uh... DOG. DOG, THIS IS MASTER.

MASTER IS VERY ANGRY WITH YOU, DOG.





Shut up, God, I'm trying to save us all.



Dog, you have to listen to me carefully.





No, God. I said I'm saving you both.

Listen to me, Dog.



I want you to listen to the other voice inside you. Imagine a pool of water, and that the voice is coming from that water.





You two are part of a whole, and you'll never be well again until you learn to help each other.



Dog, you have to go into the water now.





That doesn't matter. You know I was never here for the Madre. This casino can burn for all I care, but what's important here is that you two are one again.





Don't worry about me. After what happened between me and Benny, I don't plan on being at anyone's mercy ever again.



It doesn't matter anymore, Dog. You can be free now.







Heh, we wouldn't want that, now would we?

Good bye, God. I honestly hope I never see you again.



I guess that's it, then.

We're trapped in a 200-year-old casino in a poisonous city.



Do you know who I am? Do you remember anything?



Yeah, you've had it rough for a long time now, but it's over now.



Rest for a bit, but you need to get away from this place as quickly as you can.



Alright, now to go deal with Dean.



Oh fuck, NO.



WHY ARE THESE THINGS IN HERE.



Fuck them, I've got another ghoul to deal with.



Of course, he probably won't be in the mood for conversation any more than you freaks.



What a stage.





I wonder what this opens.



Hello, Dean.



That makes two of us. Should have figured you'd stab me in the back.

Here I was hoping we could call the whole thing even, since you did threaten to blow me to pieces as soon as we fucking met.



Neither am I.



I want nothing to do with your fucking treasure, Dean. Too bad you were always too busy singing to try listening.



Are you dense? Have you already forgotten our collars are linked? I die, you die.



Guess you're not quite as stupid as I thought.



There's two problems, though. One, you have to be fast enough to make it out before your collar blows, and two, I'm going to kill you first anyway.





Thanks for telling me everything I needed to know to come get you.





You are the worst liar I've ever met.



Sing yourself a dirge, Dean. I'm coming.



I just have to avoid this cloud.



And radios.



And speakers.



And keys.

Wait, no, this is useful.



A blackmail tape? What the hell?



Alright, this key will be even more useful.



Now I can get to this projector...



...And get rid of the fucking security holograms.



For once, I agree.



It's funny that you think you're living past the next few minutes.



Still think I don't know where the key is? There is no way you thought to hide it somewhere. I know you're carrying it.



What's there to talk about, Dean? Wait, how about you tell me about this blackmail tape I found in your safe.





I want you to tell me what it means. I want you to tell me what the hell happened here 200 years ago.









So she was going to open everything for you. What were you blackmailing her with, exactly?









Why did you need her so badly?













So what went wrong?





This doesn't sound like a casino heist. This sounds personal. What was your problem with Sinclair?







That doesn't make any fucking sense, what did he do to you?







So you hated him... because he was pop flyin'?

Christ, why didn't you just let go? 200 years, you could have walked away at any time.





Christine? What about her?



You... YOU'RE THE ONE who locked her into that fucking Auto-Doc?



You sick fucking bastard. I've heard enough. Draw your fucking gun so we can get this over with.



Come here, you little shit stain.



This is for everyone whose lives you fucking ruined.



You and the old man, there's no difference. Ruining the people around you to get what you want.



Christine and I are going to put an end to it.

This is exciting!

My god, he's a douche. Good job you killed him.

I like the direction this LP is going.

Oh whoops I'm the one writing it dur hur.

Anyway, if I've got this figured out, the next sub-chapter will be the conclusion of Dead Money.

There's only three ways to deal with Elijah. WHICH WILL I CHOOSE.

The direct method. Also I see Queen of Spades just piling as much loot into her bags as humanly possible.

I'm not saying you're wrong, but just remember that she's here by accident, not for any heist.