REX !! I love my little buddy (who keeps getting knocked unconscious for half an hour)

Do you think The King pulls a Johnny Bravo and goes "Woah, mama!"?

What I like about New Vegas is that out of all the Fallout games, it feels like it's the most aware of the fact that everyone is doing a bit of some kind from the fifties and is much more attentive and thoughtful than some of the other games to the implications of the fact that everyone is doing some kind of bit from the fifties.

The Kings are a salient example of this. The surface level gag, of course, is that they're a militant gang of Elvis impersonators, having adopted the aesthetic after their leader mistook a training facility for Elvis impersonators as some kind of religious site. Stock Future-imperfect stuff, oh-those-silly-wastelanders, elevating our pop-culture to the level of organizing-societal-principle.

Until, of course, you take into account the (singular) King's actual project- the fact that his gang is the defacto governing body of Freeside, the accompanying fact that he's got his anarchist predilections and thus would like to maintain that governing position without having to constantly kick people around to get them to listen. And here you've come across a guy from before the war who was apparently so incredibly charismatic that people came from all over the country to see him, so charismatic that they built an entire school to train people how to imitate his mannerisms. No shit they're gonna check if there's any gas left in that can! There might be some real practical power on the table if they can walk that walk! Even if the quick-and-dirty pitch for the gang is "Elvis Cult," there isn't really a spiritual component, they aren't morons who're mistaking this guy for a literal god, they just recognize that there might be some unreclaimed social capital here for them to tap into. And there absolutely is, in-universe and out- have you ever encountered a Fallout fan who didn't love The Kings?

Compare this, by the way, with the Three Families, who aren't in a situation where they're scrambling for a symbol they can rally populist support around. These guys are on top of the world. They aren't doing a bit because they're pursuing the social power that bit would provide them- there ultimately is some, but that's not why they started doing it and it isn't strictly something that they needed to do, given their combined force of arms. They're doing their respective bits because the guy with the robot army told them to. They're theme-park employees, working to brute-force back into existence the halcyon youth of a guy who can't even go outside to enjoy it.

I couldn’t really get a read on maximus until episode 6 where we find out he doesn’t know what sex is and thinks hard dicks are evil. oh my god he’s actually just some sort of dork raised by a very strange cult and I’ve decided I like him a lot

inside joke with @ghostfacedbat spiraled out of control

w.i.p on my cannibal ghoul character, I once had the idea of a temporary evil ghoul companion for my lone wanderer. His favourite weapon is a ripper but he also very efficient with a Victory rifle, which was later pass down to my lone wanderer.

Shout out to the costume department this guys been wearing the same outfit for 200 years but its hidden under grime and a tattered leather- I WILL READ INTO THAT SOOO MUCH thank u.

POV you are Benny showing up at the independent new vegas celebration party

yeah mr. the king bust it down yeah yeah uh yeah yeah

i finally finished this piece. i still have some qualms with it though, but if i didnt finish it now it would stay rotting in my ibispaint app and the thought of it staying unfinished would haunt me. if i get another wave of "king new vegas/elvis hyperfixation" then... maybe ill do another. actively avoiding looking too long at him because then i start picking it apart and seeing all the mess-ups and UGH. im gonna listen to some elvis.

minorly unrelated but im devastated that i will never see a real frank sinatra, dean martin, perry como, and other ratpack concert... i was watching dean martin's live concert in london with my dad and i was just lamenting. I WANT TO SEE THEM MAKE FUN OF EACH OTHER AND PUSH EACH OTHER OFF THE STAGE!!!! dean martin and sinatra just fooling around, the atmosphere, the music (guy who only listens to 40s, 50s, and sometimes 60s all day every day), the comedy? everything except, you know, the beliefs and bad stuff. i like having rights.

and i gave him a spiked baseball bat instead of a mic. yippee!

need them to collab so bad

I headcanon The King's real name is Presley King

devastated to see people ragging on maximus... my morally dubious autistic king... man who never makes the right choice even once...

the king is still so funny to me conceptually. the npc ever. what if the gang that had the biggest influence over the lawless part of post apocalyptic las vegas was all elvis themed. what if the gang's leader was a benevolent anarchist who got elevated to unrivalled gang leader status just because people like him so darn much. and what if he had no idea who elvis was and considered his dead-ringer impersonation schtick to be a religious thing

>> revisit an old character i had back when i was playing FO3 but never got around to draw it, a cannibal ghoul know as King Dipshit. << more wip headshots, i'm trying to understand and explore what this guy deal, so far I like how the visage turn out, absolute moldy piece of chicken skin he is