This is Lily, my super mutant homegirl!

I’m currently scouring the Mojave wastelands looking for a suitable brain donor for The King’s robot dog, he’s the leader of a tribe of Elvis impersonators, he’s just got me a pass to the New Vegas strip, so it’s the least I owe him.

Luckily, I climbed up a hill to a ski resort (now a rehab clinic for drug addicted super-mutants) to consult a robot dog expert, which took the edge off this task a bit.

I’ve been given 3 possible places to find said brain: one in a dog in a scrap yard owned by a crazy hag who sold me some second hand rocket parts, another in a dog belonging to Caesar, a crazy sadist dressed like a certain ancient Roman. However, I’ve settled on the four-legged best friend of the leader of the fiends, who are basically a bunch of guys dressed like they’re in Mad Max 3.

This is Rex, the dog I’ve borrowed from the king!

In this post apocalyptic, 50’s sci-fi nightmare future -as in Mad Max- the world is ruled by gangs and tribes, two main ones here are the New California Republic -pretty boring solider types- and Caesar’s legion, a bunch of classically dressed S&M freaks prone to indiscriminately burning and crucifying anyone they come across. They also have a suitable dog brain but I can’t find their hangout.

I might also go to Vegas and play cards and hang out with Sinatra types and their robot man slaves, but I’ve not got round to that I’ve only been playing it for about 20 hours.