
Because you guys are POOR and IRISH (except Alex) I didn't get any good names, so I used Malum's as a placeholder for now.
Doc Mitchell directs me to one of those annoying things at amusement parks that are totally innacurate, and tells me to choose my stats.

Looks okay to me.

Doc Martin then goes on to force me to answer a set of pointless questions, then tells me to fuck all that and choose my skills.

Then, finally, I get to chose my perks.

On the way out, I nick a few bottle caps and a bitchin' pre-war hat, along with a laser pistol and most of his medical supplies, but Doc Louis doesn't notice because he has Alzheimer's or something. He also gives me a pair of boxing gloves and a few sticks of dynamite he had laying around.

On the way out, I meet Cowboy Curtis the Robocop, who apparently dug me up even though he doesn't look like he should be able to hold a shovel. Otherwise, he appears to be useless, and I move on to the next logical location: the bar.

Ballin'.

I'm chillin at the bar when this chick comes up to me because her dog was apparently getting ready to attack me. She tells me to follow her outside and gives me a peeshooter to kill empty bottles of booze. She seems okay, except for how she thinks I need a gun to defend myself, when I'm clearly A PROFESSIONAL BOXER.
So I go trolling through the Mojave Wasteland, looking for some plants or stuff, WHEN SUDDENLY

I appear to have derped out and installed NVSE incorrectly, causing radscorps and the like to spawn (even though the geckos didn't spawn for some reason), and caused me to terrorquit without saving. More updates tomorrow!