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Novelization of my Fallout: New Vegas playthrough!
The first thing that he could remember– clearly, anyway– was being shot in the head. Hell of an origin story, that was. Born into the world on his knees, looking up at the checkerboard fashion disaster about to end whatever life he’d had before that moment.
“From where you’re kneeling it must seem like an 18-carat run of bad luck. Truth is…the game was rigged from the start.”
Later, Corby was convinced it was nothing but his determination to wipe the smirk off that smug face that kept him alive, bullet lodged in his skull, buried in that shallow grave, long enough for the robot to dig him up.
When he opened his eyes next, it was to an even worse sight.
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