It looks like long before the Institute discovered teleportation technology somewhere under Boston, the Brahmin out west in the Mojave had already developed this capability. Fortunately for me, the assassins sent by this mysterious Brahmin Institute were nowhere near as deadly as the Institute’s Coursers.
Hmm, perhaps just over the edge where the water disappears, there’s a post-apocalyptic Moses leading his people through the parted lake…
It’s been a little while since I’ve posted one of these butt clenching clutch or flop videos, so here you go. This one is a 1v3 on Nuke (not my best map) and I’ve got an AWP, which sounds good but it is definitely the gun I am the slowest with. So here goes nothing.
They slit his throat from ear to ear!
With no stimpacks on me and some Viper members charging in, it looks like the Mojave may have claimed another wanderer.
The cosmic phone call goes on.
With the cold weather settling in, I decided I was in the mood for a toasted pizza sub. I was a little low on time and had to run back to the office before I could eat it, so I was running the risk of having it cool down before I got back to work. Well when I put it down in the passenger seat, I couldn’t help but have a little chuckle to myself about using the heated seat to keep it warm.
Well, I like my pizza sub warm. So I put the damned heater seat on. I don’t think it worked very well, but I like to think it may have helped keep the sub one degree warmer by the time I got back into the office.