But after talking to her a bit, we finally got past the вЂњhoneysвЂќ and вЂњsugarsвЂќ and got down to the real problems that exist within her profession, and more specifically the problems that come with working for a boss with unspeakable perversions. ThereвЂ™s a heart-shaped bed, if youвЂ™re into that kind of thing. DonвЂ™t call ChildrenвЂ™s Services on me yet. My 10-year-old had already looked at the screen once and said, вЂњHey, Joana, put on some more clothes, girl!вЂќ And I said, вЂњYeah, haha?вЂќ I kept an eye out for my kid, but she went right back to playing Sky: Children of Light on the phone, grinding for a new cloak or emote, constantly biting her tongue so she wouldnвЂ™t ask me for another five dollars to hit up an in-app purchase. I was going to partake in the escort services provided by certain employees of the Gamorrah hotel and casino and brothel, but my lovely wife and scary-smart daughter were in the living room with me. In her overly breathy way that some people find attractive, she only referred to me as вЂњhon,вЂќ and often asked me for some вЂњsugar.вЂќ I was raised in the church, however, so IвЂ™m not sure what she was talking about, as I definitely kept my eyes level with hers and wasnвЂ™t staring down at her dominatrix-inspired outfit with a leather bra top and handcuffs hanging off her skirt. Some folks donвЂ™t care for the presence of the New California Republic, but if Joana didnвЂ™t like my desert military NCR threads, she never mentioned it. She was dancing in the lush courtyard at the Gamorrah hotel and casino and brothel, essentially. But I kept reloading for Carlitos and Joana, those two New VegasВ kids growing up in the wasteland. New Vegas tells such good little ditties-pardon, stories-that itвЂ™s hard not to hit reload as soon as I have crashed to desktop or, indeed, had that internal timer go off in my head telling me, Whoops, it looks like too much time has passed and you are trapped in another infinite load screen. When I met Jack and Diane-pardon, Carlitos and Joana-I had plenty of reasons to suspect that their story would be bugged. Because if New Vegas is glitching out on a story, at least itвЂ™s not crashing to desktop or sticking me on an infinite load screen, watching that roulette wheel in the bottom-center, never stopping, forever spinning. But IвЂ™m telling myself plenty of lies just to get by. No, these glitches arenвЂ™t technically part of the Wild Wasteland. I imagine them as part of the вЂњWild WastelandвЂќ perk, the perk you can take from early on that injects even more zany objects and events into New Vegas than there already would be. These and many more, IвЂ™ve decided, arenвЂ™t glitches. Or the lone traveling merchant, whoвЂ™d long since been left behind by her pack animal and her mercenary guards, standing knee deep in concrete on the interstate freeway, the sun beating down on her desert cap and goggles, with nothing left to say to me or anyone else that passed her by on way up to 188 Trading Post. Like the huge, blue-skinned Nightkin, for instance, that stood motionless, night and day, staring into the Brahmin pen on the edge of Novac, who flew 30 or 40 feet into the air when I hit him with the hammer IвЂ™d looted off an elite CaesarвЂ™s Legion assassin. Instead, IвЂ™m letting them become part of the story. Their love story never ends, never finds resolution, because the story script is glitched and stuck in a loop.Д«ut I refuse to let New VegasвЂ™ glitches get me down. Like a lot of stories that can happen in Fallout: New Vegas, the story I experienced of Carlitos and Joana is bugged.

TwoВ New Vegas kidsВ growing up in the wasteland. Two American kids growing up in the heartland.вЂќ Well, this is a glitchy story about Carlitos and Joana. He sings, вЂњA little ditty about Jack and Diane. ThereвЂ™s a song from the 1980s by John Mellencamp. But I'm not letting that stop my first-ever playthrough of this modern classic. So do its glitchy mission triggers, infinite load screens, and crashes to desktop.

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