Six Gun

[MISSION STARTED: ANGEL THE DEVIL

DETAILS: KILL ANGEL AND SAVE RICHARD GARCIA'S WIFE.

OPTIONAL OBJECTIVE: ROUND UP ALL OF RICHARD GARCIA'S CATTLE]

Just as I finished reading that I gave my answer to Garcia.

"I ain't no master, but I know my way around a gun," I said confidently.

"No one is, son, here take this," Garcia said before turning to his daughter Feelina and taking a fresh set of clothes from her. After he took the clothes from his daughter, he turned to me and offered the clothes, he even had a hat to go along with it.

"You were wearing these when we found you, Feelina sewed them up for you so make sure to thank her when you can," Garcia said, before I took the clothes from him.

"Here, friend, I would've prefered you to stay out of it, but you could never have too many men for a thing like this," Blind Owl said before handing me a pistol and gun belt.

"Thanks ya'll, I'll get dressed and be right out," I said,

"You can thank us by killing Angel, now get ready so we can fill you in and get you saddled up," Blind Owl said before turning to the door and walking off.

"I'll see you soon, son. Nice gun you got there, by the way, a reliable classic, just like my own," Garcia said before pulling out his own gun. It was a fine looking weapon, a Colt Peacemaker by the looks of it, had ingravings too, polished like no tomorrow. Hard to belive it was from the wasteland.

Garcia gave me a mischievous grin and twirled his gun back into his holster.

"Talk to my daugter if you need something, get dressed quickly, we only got a few hours before nightfall," Garcia said, before finally stepping out of the room. he said something to Feelina, which I couldn't make out, to which she nodded too.

Suddenly time came to a still.

[MISSON COMPLETED: GET ON YOUR FEET

LEVEL UP, MENU UNLOCKED]

What? For real? Hell yeah!!!

Suddenly a dull brown screen, much like the one from the Pipboy in New Vegas, appeared.

[POINTS TO DISTIBUTE- 14]

14 points, hmmmm. With knowing what I'm facing, I'll do this

Barter: 16

Energy Weapons: 25

Explosives: 25

Guns: 50

Lockpick: 25

Medicine: 25

Melee Weapons: 25

Repair: 30

Science: 30

Sneak: 35

Speech: 35

Survival: 45

Unarmed: 28

I put a few points into Survival, because I will need it for the trip to New Vegas and just to live really, I also put a few into Speech, because thats just always a good idea. And one last point into Barter because why not.

[INVENTORY:

APPAREL: RAGGED SACK CLOTHES[EQ], SANDLES[EQ], RED COWBOY OUTFIT, RED COWBOY BOOTS, RED COWBOY HAT

WEAPONS: .357 PEACEMAKER, GUN BELT-20 ROUNDS (ONE HOLSTER)]

Thats really all I have huh. I guess it does make sense I barley got jack shit, i did just wake up from a coma.

Looking around the room I see Feelina mid-stride frozen in place, I wanted to walk over to her, but I couldn't. No matter how hard i tried, I couldn't move.

[WHILE IN THE MENU, YOU CANNOT INTERACT WITH THE OUTSIDE WORLD AND ARE FROZEN IN PLACE UNTIL YOU EXIT]

Well that sucks, it would've been awsome if I could just kill guys in the blink of any eye with no repercussions. But it does make sense the system would limit my power like this. Doesn't mean I have to like it though.....

While looking throught the menu I found all the stuff you would find in your normal Pipboy, a map, a quest log, a radio, and a status effect screen. I wonder if I have a save and load function.....

.....

No I guess not, with a sigh I say "Exit Menu"

Time abruptly starts again and Feelina continues her walk towards me.

"My father said for me to attend to you, do you need anything? Food, water, medicine?....." Feelina said with a concerned face.

"If you dont mind getting me something to eat and a drink of something," i said in a appreciative voice.

"Sure, i'm sure we still have some soup leftover," Feelina said with a smile.

After Feelina left the room, I opened up my inventory and equipped all of my new gear. I would love to be able to see myself right now, but there is no mirror available.

As soon as I left the menu screen, I immediately felt the feeling of nothingness, which was soon replaced by the fabic of the outfit.

Everything was perfectly taliored, it was just the correct size for me to look good, and to feel flexible and nimble enough for me to still fight well. The gunbelt was a brown leather holster which held 20 bullets. The gun was holstered on my right thigh, along with a empty knife sheath. I'm sure I'll be able to find a knife very soon so I'll try not to worry about that just yet.

I put my hands to the side like how they do it in cowboy movies, I then spread my legs apart and practiced drawing and holstering. The first draw was slow and clumsy, but I soon got the hang of it after a few trys. After one last draw, I decided to inspect the gun.

The gun was probably the most simple revolver I've seen, not an ounce of personalization. It was a simple steel revolver, with a wooden grip, with rounds in the chamber. Nothing much more to say. How many bullets do I even have anyway?

[INVENTORY: AMMO- .357 AMMO- 28 ROUNDS]

I'll ask Garcia for a bit more rounds, knowing the wastleand, I should bring all the ammo I can.

I took out a bullet from my gun belt only to find that it was instantly replaced by another bullet. Thats actually a pretty handy! But how do I put it back? Looking at the simple bullet in my hand, I decided to put it in my coat pocket as a test.

[ONE .357 ROUND ADDED]

Well I guess my pockets are the inventory? It's probably just something to cover up the System's power. well, it doesnt matter, it's better than just having to use a backpack.

With everything figured out so far, I head for my way out the door.