The Den : here you gamble with your life. Maybe death is an indifferent gambler, because he know, no matter how the game progressed, in the end, he would always be the only one left standing at the table... But I 'm not growing weary of the game, I want to live another day!
In the Den the risk was high, there was pittfalls everywhere: you are near a trader? A crackpot head, thinking that you have caps, may shoot at you.
To buy a dose of jet the average Joe here will try to kill you, and, if he have already buyed the dose, then he will kill you for have some fun.
No sanity left here, but I have heard of a place where people care each other, they follow you to your tent to be sure nothing dangerous would happen to you by the way. NCR , a hope in the wasteland.
If I must gamble with my life I want a suitable reward : a better life await me , I'm coming NCR.
No more slavers: in NCR they hate slavers.
In NCR when you trade with someone you may bet than some other will come and help you to carry away the goods.
The sun is blazing, straight above, sucking my moisture.
Vultures are following me, hungry I'm sure .
No mercy here in the wasteland.
But I'll be safe and warm...
When I 'll be in NCR
There is a writing on a ruined wall, it say : NCR, NCR never change
