The East PacificBoard

"Out of all the predictions that were wrong, like a bet at a blackjack table, cost me everything."

"From before the bombs wiped the slate clean and created a world of no history, I had been someone who history would have remembered. I was the one who chose to survive the end of the world and to save the one city that had made me into who I was, Vegas, the city like no other. It was only a matter of time before the world would have been set aflame, I knew that, so I prepared for it. A fortune had been spent to crate defenses that would ensure that where other cities would fall, Vegas would stand strong. There was one problem that had but all of that effort to waste, the platinum chip, a cache of code that would have saved Vegas from fire and death, unfortunately it was not meant to be. The day the fires of death came Vegas only had its defenses partially operational, while the nukes that were launched been intercepted, the following chaos was the death of everything. That chip was a day too late from when the fires changed the world, and without it I had escaped to slumber in a mechanical device that I would never leave.

Years had gone by, it was only then I had woken up to realize that my city, my Vegas, is nothing but standing ruins of abandoned buildings and anarchic activity. I had observed and seen the state of society, nothing left but savage tribal-like scum that occupied my city, I had enough of it. With my connection to the central computer I had rolled out order through my Securitrons, pouring them from underground bunkers where they begun their operations to drive away the riff-raff, Vegas would be mine as its always been. It was after I had found out that there were newly established nations encroaching to Vegas, I had decided to establish my own, inviting tribes to become modernized casino owners. The world is broken, but it's not my job to fix it, I will fix what is mine, my beautiful city of Vegas...No...New Vegas, where it will be a beacon of light in a cold, dead, world."

"I, Robert Edwin House, will make New Vegas beautiful again."

"Starting with finding that cursed platinum chip."