I'm Roger Smith. I travelled all around the Mojave Wasteland, and beyond.
I even went back in time in a mysterious blue box.
Here's a picture of me when i ventured.
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Doctors says i have some problems. Mental problems. But they don't know what i've seen. Hell, i've argued with my brain! My own god damned brain!
I'm quite attached to my lovely shooters. My favorite's Natascha, my beloved 20 gauge.
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Yeah, she's a beaut'. Off course, i have plenty 'a other guns. Pretty much all named.
Off course, sometimes you need bigger guns. REALLY big guns. I've got Big Bertha for that.
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Like i said, i've had a long lifetime. Lots of adventures. Once, me and my possie started some sort'a commando squad. Got in trouble all over the place. Made some good money too. I guess we were kinda like mercenaries, only with morales and standards.
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Yup. Lookin' good in that army stuff.
Well, there ain't much else to say about me. So i guess i'll make you tour my humble abode. Shall we?
This is my play-time table. Sounds silly, i know. But they ain't toys. Well, not all of 'em...
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Ok, they're pretty much all toys.. But hey, i collect 'em, i don't play with 'em!
If you want a more manly play-time table, look at that one..
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Right, hum... let's keep goin'.
Here's my relaxation spot. I've got a radio to groove and some lovely drink they call coffee, among other things. Also Scotch. Also got a tv, even if it dosn't work.
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Anyway. That's my bed. I sleep there. And read (hum, yeah, i read the articles between the pin-up pictures..). And occasionaly drink, when i can't sleep. Also can't forget Deady, my sleeping mate.
God, i really need a woman in my life...
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Yup. That's me. That's my house. I live there now, old and grey. Still go out sometime to hunt some geckos. But i'm really past my prime... Nobody outside Goodsprings remember me now. I'm retired, and it's fine, really. If only i could still go out into the world, and venture like i used to....
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