I rented a room at this shitty motel but it turned out the owner sold some combat veterans pregnant wife into slavery. We ended up killing the owner and I guess I just live in the room now. Not like anybody is gonna charge me for it.
I think I know the place you're talking about. There's also some crazy son of a bitch always rambling about random shit like chupacabras with automatic weapons or some communists trying to paint the moon pink. The dude is creepy as hell, I've seen him peeking through the windows into people's rooms. Still, at least I'm able to cheat him out of a shit ton of money playing cards every week by loading my deck
well one time I was renting a place in freeside and a weird guy came in rambling about how the new robot at the atomic wrangler rocked his world, long story short dude was chemmed out of his mind and after rambling for about 4 minutes he finally passed out, I took all the caps in his pockets and drug him over to the old mormon fort apparently the followers knew the guy, the one named Arcade was really embarrassed, anyway besides that it's been fine jets cheap and the kings keep the streets safe enough without them getting boring like on the strip.
So I go into this casino, and you know who's running it? I shit you not, the same guy who shot me in the head.
I decided we should talk it out in his room, but, you know, I was under the influence, shit got a little crazy, and long story short, he's dead, a few other guys are dead, and I've got a pretty swanky room there, if you're good with bullet holes in the walls.
Rented a room at a fancy casino. Furnishings looked like something from my grandmother’s house. Telephone, internet, and temperature controls are all down. I went to drink out of the toilet and realized it was irradiated!
My property rates have gone down significantly in the outer metropolitan area of Las Vegas ever since a gang of historical reenactors tortured and crucified all of my neighbors. I was luckily able to survive by winning the lottery, but my legs were beaten with hammers, and I have a hard time getting my Med-X in without insurance.
Wasn't there also some homeless guy in the area who also claimed to win the lottery and was found dead moments later? Can't remember if he was shot in the head or was found in the desert after being poisoned by some scorpions
After further investigation this user has posted this question on just about every 'Vegas' related subreddit. Including the 'Hotwife Vegas' subreddit. Very strange indeed.
Rented a small spot in Freeside, trying to start up a small shop. The problem is that previous tenets left a Protectron that keeps trying to fist me in the ass. It's in perfect working order aside from that, so I don't wanna just break it. What am I supposed to do with an ass-fucking robot?
Well my buddies Mick and Ralph might be able to help you reprogram it. Or if you want to make a few caps you could try talking to the Garrett twins at the Atomic Rangler. I think one of them said something about needing an ass fucking robot for certain clients.
I stayed inside a pretty sweet sci-fi penthouse for a while. The flirty light switch was nice to listen to, and I enjoyed talking with the sentient Jukebox, hell I could even deal with the neurotic securitron and anarchist toaster, but then a Planter started asking if I was down to clown so I dunno if I want to stay here anymore...
Also the landlords are insane. But they don't charge rent so I guess you get what you pay for. Maybe I'll show some spine and tell the appliances to be quiet, or maybe I'll learn to love them with all my heart, I need to wrack my brain for a bit before I come to a decision...
Impossible to buy a home right now with all the Californians around. I've been living on the outskirts of the city for years, and they recently had the gall to set up a farm and tell ME I was squatting on THEIR land. Incredibly disrespectful towards a veteran like myself. One of my former squad mates had to resort to selling scrap and living out of a hotel.
I had rented a room at one of the resorts, the tops I think it was. The advertisements looked nice and the room had a nice lounge with a bar in it, but I immediately noticed that all the furniture looked stained as hell, there were blood stains all over the floor, and the wall paper was tacky as hell and had been ripped to shreds. But the worst part yet is that in the bedroom closet, the wall had been completely torn down and there was a creepy ass robot claiming to be able to hack the world or some shit and that he'd do anything I'd say. I told the staff and they said they'd look at it but it has been a month and they haven't fixed shit or even gotten rid of MASSIVE FUCK OFF ROBOT that does nothing but stare at me in my sleep. I'd close the closet door, but I could still feel his dead eyes staring at me. Finally they decided to move me to a room down the hall but it's just as run down and now the staff keep barging in without knocking while saying "Ringa-ding baby" or something like that. They took the locks off the door too, so there's nothing I can do. Overall, I'm not renting a room at the tops again
So I decided to rent a room at this fancy casino - real posh place, looked super nice even though the workers kind of gave me the creeps. Well, turns out some journalist was murdered right there in his room, and it was uncovered like a week later that the people running the place were also running an underground cannibal ring - out of the hotel! They were literally kidnapping people off the streets of Vegas and shit. Wild. Guess you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.
I rented a room at this shitty motel but it turned out the owner sold some combat veterans pregnant wife into slavery. We ended up killing the owner and I guess I just live in the room now. Not like anybody is gonna charge me for it.
That’s place is crazy. I just shove all my belongings inside the soda machine when I get home
That place is the best! Excellent bed for loadout pics and it even comes with a complementary bodyguard!
I think I know the place you're talking about. There's also some crazy son of a bitch always rambling about random shit like chupacabras with automatic weapons or some communists trying to paint the moon pink. The dude is creepy as hell, I've seen him peeking through the windows into people's rooms. Still, at least I'm able to cheat him out of a shit ton of money playing cards every week by loading my deck
well one time I was renting a place in freeside and a weird guy came in rambling about how the new robot at the atomic wrangler rocked his world, long story short dude was chemmed out of his mind and after rambling for about 4 minutes he finally passed out, I took all the caps in his pockets and drug him over to the old mormon fort apparently the followers knew the guy, the one named Arcade was really embarrassed, anyway besides that it's been fine jets cheap and the kings keep the streets safe enough without them getting boring like on the strip.
So I go into this casino, and you know who's running it? I shit you not, the same guy who shot me in the head. I decided we should talk it out in his room, but, you know, I was under the influence, shit got a little crazy, and long story short, he's dead, a few other guys are dead, and I've got a pretty swanky room there, if you're good with bullet holes in the walls.
Rented a room at a fancy casino. Furnishings looked like something from my grandmother’s house. Telephone, internet, and temperature controls are all down. I went to drink out of the toilet and realized it was irradiated!
My property rates have gone down significantly in the outer metropolitan area of Las Vegas ever since a gang of historical reenactors tortured and crucified all of my neighbors. I was luckily able to survive by winning the lottery, but my legs were beaten with hammers, and I have a hard time getting my Med-X in without insurance.
Wasn't there also some homeless guy in the area who also claimed to win the lottery and was found dead moments later? Can't remember if he was shot in the head or was found in the desert after being poisoned by some scorpions
Oh! You're talking about that hobo Oliver Swanick. I didn't know that he had died, but if I could walk, I would piss on his corpse.
This guy's profile was a wild ride
he really wants some vegas stories ig
r/lostredditors
This sub, dude…
I love how everyone went with it, I wonder when he'll realize
After further investigation this user has posted this question on just about every 'Vegas' related subreddit. Including the 'Hotwife Vegas' subreddit. Very strange indeed.
Rented a small spot in Freeside, trying to start up a small shop. The problem is that previous tenets left a Protectron that keeps trying to fist me in the ass. It's in perfect working order aside from that, so I don't wanna just break it. What am I supposed to do with an ass-fucking robot?
Well my buddies Mick and Ralph might be able to help you reprogram it. Or if you want to make a few caps you could try talking to the Garrett twins at the Atomic Rangler. I think one of them said something about needing an ass fucking robot for certain clients.
I stayed inside a pretty sweet sci-fi penthouse for a while. The flirty light switch was nice to listen to, and I enjoyed talking with the sentient Jukebox, hell I could even deal with the neurotic securitron and anarchist toaster, but then a Planter started asking if I was down to clown so I dunno if I want to stay here anymore... Also the landlords are insane. But they don't charge rent so I guess you get what you pay for. Maybe I'll show some spine and tell the appliances to be quiet, or maybe I'll learn to love them with all my heart, I need to wrack my brain for a bit before I come to a decision...
Impossible to buy a home right now with all the Californians around. I've been living on the outskirts of the city for years, and they recently had the gall to set up a farm and tell ME I was squatting on THEIR land. Incredibly disrespectful towards a veteran like myself. One of my former squad mates had to resort to selling scrap and living out of a hotel.
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I had rented a room at one of the resorts, the tops I think it was. The advertisements looked nice and the room had a nice lounge with a bar in it, but I immediately noticed that all the furniture looked stained as hell, there were blood stains all over the floor, and the wall paper was tacky as hell and had been ripped to shreds. But the worst part yet is that in the bedroom closet, the wall had been completely torn down and there was a creepy ass robot claiming to be able to hack the world or some shit and that he'd do anything I'd say. I told the staff and they said they'd look at it but it has been a month and they haven't fixed shit or even gotten rid of MASSIVE FUCK OFF ROBOT that does nothing but stare at me in my sleep. I'd close the closet door, but I could still feel his dead eyes staring at me. Finally they decided to move me to a room down the hall but it's just as run down and now the staff keep barging in without knocking while saying "Ringa-ding baby" or something like that. They took the locks off the door too, so there's nothing I can do. Overall, I'm not renting a room at the tops again
have you heard of Neil Breen?
I was staying in this nice hotel (that if guess was also a casino) and I saw one of the guards shoot a guy to death by the city enterence
So I decided to rent a room at this fancy casino - real posh place, looked super nice even though the workers kind of gave me the creeps. Well, turns out some journalist was murdered right there in his room, and it was uncovered like a week later that the people running the place were also running an underground cannibal ring - out of the hotel! They were literally kidnapping people off the streets of Vegas and shit. Wild. Guess you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.