This game is a prison.

Every time I beat this game and want to try playing another, I immediately start missing my nerd (my courier Riley) and his wife (Arcade Gannon). It’s an endless cycle.

Average Lucky 38 moment.

This poor man can’t catch a break.

Ah yes. Me. My boyfriend. And the twitchy eyebot that he calls his ‘child’.

There’s a reason why you won’t usually see Riley at the Atomic Wrangler.

Played through Old World Blues again recently, and I started thinking about one of my favorite parts of Riley’s time in Big MT. (Or, more specifically, what’s happening back in Vegas while he’s there.)

While Riley’s stuck in Big MT, I’ve always liked to imagine a sort of B-plot going on back in the Mojave/Vegas where Arcade, after having witnessed Riley get zapped away by the satellite first-hand, makes his way back to Freeside and tries to gather people and figure out just where the hell he went and if there’s a way to get him back. Because the last time Riley disappeared when investigating a weird radio frequency, it didn’t exactly end well for him. (Dead Money)

…meanwhile, Riley is having an absolute BLAST. The man is in his element. (Relatively) unbothered. Moisturised. Happy. In his lane. Focused. Flourishing. Only a little lobotomised. He gets to explore all the abandoned scientific facilities his little recently removed heart could desire! (And subsequently get incredibly disturbed by the unethical experiments that went on there.) He’s still itching to go home, but he’s doing just fine.

Been pretty busy lately, but got a new set of markers (and got to make my own pen while learning wood turning) so I broke ‘em in with a few random silly courier Riley doodles.

(ft. Arcade because. Nerds.)