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Fallout: Welcome to Mojave

Enzo was an ordinary college graduate. After three days of working non-stop, he finally gave in to the exhaustion and eventually died. He thought he was dead, but he heard this thing instead of God. "You're awake, How about that." Instead of God, he saw an almost balding white man sitting beside his bed. He realized he had been reincarnated into the world of Fallout: New Vegas. Follow Enzo he went on an adventure before the courier entered the story. Going to Primm? Of course. Trying to mess with NCR? Perhaps. Getting to new vegas? Definitely. Talking to a giant face on a monitor? Why not? Rebuilding the United States of America with Enclave? Let's see Follow Enzo as he goes through the quirk and absurd moments in the world of Fallout. Release Rate: 7 Chapters a week, unless I'm busy A/N: This fanfic would also display the world of Fallout 4, but quite far into the story. I also combine the mechanic from New Vegas and Fallout 4 in a way that is desirable, at least for me. Sorry in advance if you don't like some of the mechanics used. I won't use mechanics that people dislike, such as the fusion core in Fallout 4, etc. Also, some of the things in this novel aren't that lore friendly. One thing that I tried to do is incorporated some of the modern tech and weapons into our world, of course, with its own reasonings. Who is the person in the cover picture? She's Aurel. Who's Aurel? I'll let you decide who else wears an Elite Riot Gear.

Blare_ · Video Games
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Gun Nut? In New Vegas?

Wait, how did it not cross my mind to try to make it myself? I meant I know how to do it. Wait, how did I know how to do it? I didn't remember I had extensive gun knowledge back in my previous world. Looking at my Pip-Boy, that thing might be the answer to why I could do that.

I didn't know why, but every time I leveled up, I somehow gained more knowledge about guns. Like, I only used to say that a barrel was called the long thing, and the trigger was the pulley-bang-bang thing. I checked my Pip-Boy to see all of my stats.

Name: Enzo

Caps: 919

Level: 4

EXP: 820/1,050

S.P.E.C.I.A.L

Strength: 3

Perception: 7

Endurance: 6

Charisma: 2

Intelligence: 9

Agility: 4

Luck: 9

Alright, that was nothing out of the ordinary, I never tried to increase the S.P.E.C.I.A.L stats either way. I just felt that New Vegas was more focused on skills than anything. I skipped right through to the perks that I had.

PERKS

Fast Shot: This trait increases fire rate by 20% and reduces AP costs by 20%, but increases weapon spread and reduces V.A.T.S. accuracy by 20%, with energy weapons and guns.

Man Killer: Increase damage to a male opponent by 10%

Educated: With this perk, you will add +2 skill points each time you gain a new experience level.

Recycler I: Turn any scraps into desirable components for crafting, standard-issue for all Vault Dwellers or anyone equipped with Pip-Boy. Any junk picked up would be turned into scraps automatically.

Gun Nut I: You can add and create a basic weapon mod to your ballistic weapon

Energy Nut 1: You can add and create a basic weapon mod to your energy weapon

The first three perks were something that I found to be normal, but the rest of them, especially the last three ones? I didn't remember picking them up. Heck, I didn't remember they existed in the game at all. Still, nevertheless, I found it to be rather useful at the end of the day.

If I could make weapon mods by myself, it would mean that I would be able to modify anything in the way I wanted it to be. So, it would be useful. However, I needed a workbench or a weapon station to craft the weapon modification, where could I find that, anyway?

Right beside the general store, there was a workbench. I might be able to use that. I approached the workbench and stood right by it. A prompt appeared in the corner of my eye again, this time, it displayed whether I wanted to use the workbench or not.

◄ALL►

A bunch of recipes appeared in front of me, however, none of them was craftable. If this was how Pip-Boy worked in Fallout, no wonder every single Vault Dweller was equipped with one. It allowed them to do something that a regular person wouldn't be able to do.

I meant, how a regular person would know how to create an automatic receiver for firearms? I wouldn't know if it wasn't for this Pip-Boy. Well, what a convenience. However, the Pip-Boy didn't display an automatic receiver, but instead, it only had an option to turn junk into useful items.

[Turn Scrap Metal into Components]

[Turn Scrap Electronics into Componens]

[Turn Scrap Medicines into Components]

[Turn Scrap Furniture into Components]

Those were all of the four options that the prompt on my peripheral vision gave me once I arrived at the workbench. I didn't have any of those scraps, but I knew that it would be required to craft a weapon modification. I should just buy scrap metals first at the general store. Maybe some adhesives as well, considering that it would be required to craft something, perhaps?

I headed back to the general store to get myself some items to craft that automatic receiver for this service rifle that I used. I entered the general store again and bought myself three scrap metals alongside two packs of wonderglue for a total of 120 caps. The merchant immediately asked me what I was doing.

"Making myself a weapon mod, hehe," I giggled.

The merchant just scratched his head in confusion, but I know what I was doing now. My goal was to make this Service Rifle turn automatic. It would be a massive improvement from what I knew. I immediately headed into the workbench and turned the scrap metals into components.

[Turn 3x Scrap Metals into Components?]

The prompt asked me that. I said yes. All of a sudden, my whole vision went darkened with the sound of a hammer filling my ears. I couldn't feel my legs, I couldn't feel my hands, I couldn't feel any part of my body as my whole vision darkened. I calmed down, it might just be a natural thing. Eventually, my vision and my sense returned to where they should be.

[36x Multipurpose Metal, 15x screws, and 6x gears have been added to inventory]

I didn't know what happened when my vision darkened, but it was certain that all of the items were created when my vision went dark. Well, it might be the Pip-Boy taking over my body for what I knew. Robert House must have put some sort of neuro-science magic inside of this thing.

Thinking about it, the wait feature on New Vegas was also nuts. How could a person stand still for 24 hours, it just didn't make any sense to me. I couldn't get myself to stand still for five minutes, let alone 24 hours.

There was a weapon workbench near the regular workbench. I headed there and put my service rifle on the table. A prompt appeared. It showed me the modifications available that I could make for the service rifle.

[Receiver]

[Gas System]

[Barrel]

[Stock]

[Magazine]

[Sights]

[Accessories]

[Muzzle]

I picked the receiver option, and it greeted me with many more options that improved damage than my stat current provided me with. It was incredible, I never thought I'd be able to tinker with my gun, in New Vegas, much less New Vegas: Real Life edition.

Receiver:

[Standard Receiver]

[Light Frame Receiver] : +3 DAM

[Heavy Frame Receiver] : +6 DAM

[Calibrated Receiver] : +9 DAM

[Hardened Receiver] : +15 DAM

[Automatic Receiver] : +1 DAM + Automatic Firing Mode

The other options were enticing, but my point was to convert my rifle to something more versatile against a crowd of enemies. I chose to craft the automatic receiver, even though the other was a good option. Couldn't always rely on myself to trust that I'd pull the trigger fast enough. Besides, I could fire in bursts.

[Automatic Receiver]

-Adhesive x3

-Gears x4

-Oil x6

-Screw x4

-Multipurpose Metal x9

I pressed craft, and my vision darkened again. After a while, I was greeted with another brightened vision and a new service rifle for myself to use. I could say that this rifle looked better than when I put it in here.

[Service Rifle+]

DAM: 22

DPS: 245

Mods: Light Gas System, Automatic Receiver

I put the rifle on my back again. Now, what I should do in Nipton, knowing that I had delivered the package to General Store? Perhaps, I could return to Mojave Express? I wasn't sure, though. There might be someone that I could hitch, such as someone requiring a caravan escort.

Screw that, time to go back to Primm.