The employment of a single nuclear warhead that had been dug from within a pre war bunker. Upon their sudden loss of communication, a new decision was made. It was decided then, that the factions would assemble a team of their very best to venture into the rubble of New Vegas in an attempt to verify the existence of this morbid soul. As years passed, stories of a morbid entity of death occupying the shell of the Mojave spread to the Eastern wastelands, and fueled a great trepidation among the populace, as well as the controlling factions. No, it was nothing but the bloodthirsty fires of a wrathful hell that had seeped into the abandoned body of the former postal worker to give it an uncanny new life and unending penchant for destruction. In retrospect, it had never been Doc Mitchell’s treatment, or luck, or a hard head that had saved the Courier.
