Too many people flock to NCR, taking refuge and peddling their junk. Yet every day it is assaulted by suicide bombers who die for some unknown cause. One cannot walk down the street without being pick pocketed. The guards simply look the other way, or even egging people on to fight back, only to use that as an excuse to kill the innocent when they attempt to defend themselves. These so called guards will even take the stolen goods for themselves! The vultures wait patiently, eyeing any possibly prey who might offer up the smallest of profits. One must carefully cover their tracks and tread lightly when entering or leaving the city, for bandits camp just outside of the city walls.
So why do people put up with this Orwellian society? The economy is weak, with very few merchants ever having money to offer. The guard will kill you for the smallest of offenses. There is no jury or trial, there is simply immediate execution. People gather here all around from the wastelands, but why? It is simple really: they are all chiip, the fabled beast from before the bombs fell whose white fur could be fashioned into the warmest of clothing, but was so stupid it would follow its kind straight into the maws of hell itself.
The uranium is being mined, the remains of old bombs are being examined by top explosive experts, and soon dawn will rise early for NCR
