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Many forget that Nipton was never about Vulpes acting for his own sake. At the Fort, when you ask Caesar what the Frumentarii do, he tells you: "Infiltration, assassination, dramatic atrocities to break the spirit of the enemy..." Thats exactly what Nipton was: a dramatic atrocity, a letter that reads: "We are here. We have arrived."
It was never meant to be a lesson. The NCR does not care about morality, neither does the Legion. Nipton was a town that was destined to be destroyed not because it was a wicked place (Vulpes was lying through his teeth about the whole thing -the dead legionnaires are evidence- like thats what he does, that is literally his job!) but because it was small enough to burn without consequence, close enough for the message to be heard. Nipton wasn't a lesson. It was a spectacle, meant to be seen by the eyes of the Republic. Thats why the Courier is tasked to spread the news, they're a mailman delivering a letter.
And Vulpes? Can't say he's explicitly sadistic. A bad person? Absolutely. But not playful with his cruelty. He is just as cruel as every other legionary. The only difference is he is smarter about it, more intense.
Nipton isn’t a part of him. Nothing is. Nothing but the Legion. He does not carry the weight of that town. He does not look back to the ruins he has left behind. Nipton is no pang of remorse, no pleasure, no sin. It is merely a step forward. Proof that the Legion has entered the Bear's den, proof that its will is being done.
And we never see Vupes as he truly is. He is not a person, at least not anymore.
He wears a mask, a new face with every new encounter. In Nipton he is wearing the mask of a vexillarius, in the strip the mask of a gambler. And at the fort, he is just another legionary: red-clad and quiet, a little fox curled at the foot of his emperor's throne. He has 0 indicators of individuality, he is not a person. He's only a name, a shadow streching across the Mojave.
I do believe the only time we get a glimpse of who Vulpes truly is, is when Caesar tells his backstory. His cunning, his wit—but also his insubordination, a hint of rebellious youth. That is who I think he really is: a rebel boy, not in opposition to the Legion, but in relentless devotion to it. Someone who is willing to tear down every pillar, disobey every order just to see the flag rise higher.
Vulpes will slaughter, torture, and betray and engage in "profligate scum" activities for the benefit of his side. He is ready to serve even if it angers the Son of Mars. He doesn't ask for permission. Doesn't beg for forgiveness. He does what he must, then kneels before the blade waiting for the punishment that has never managed to come since his first trial as a decanus. And there is passion in that, a desire. To paint the desert with his nation's red, to whisper his lord's name to every ear, to tame the untamable: the idea, the dream.
At the Fort, we see him as nothing more than a docile soldier but we know that he is different, remarkable; Caesar had said it himself. Rebel boy: always ready to mangle and burn the world and himself along with it just to serve what he believes is providence.
He is "a rather intense young man," whose entire existence is a disguise. A spy so devoted to his duty that he has stripped himself of everything else. A spy, in the fine suit of a gentleman or under the hide of a coyote, tearing down his own tower of humanity as the gods he belives in look down and smile.
He is not a person. He hasn't been a person for a long time.
He is a name, a shadow, a hollowed out man. He is an animal kept at arms length, dog on a leash who does not want to be set free, a weapon, a tool. Pale hand of the Legion reaching west.
With every step through the desert, Vulpes Inculta has left a piece of himself behind, until he is left with nothing but blind faith and bloodied palms. And when you lose everything you ever had in a big bad wasteland you tend to cling onto the first bright colour you see:
Crimson—so inviting, so cruel. Like home.
Meeting Vulpes at Nipton kinda felt like this
Typical Nipton experience
He’s so ugly I want to throw rocks at him /a
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replaying F:NV and frying like an egg because i forgot how funny the terminal entries in nipton are 😭😭😭 right off the bat,
...😭💔RIP TONY BRO
anyway onto the mayor's terminal in the town hall...
the last redditor in the mojave wasteland
BIG JIM???? NOOOOO
HES TALKING ABOUT SE
hm that's one way of putting it?
WINK WINK 😉 I AM VERY INTELLIGENT.
-ENVIRONMENTAL STORYTELLING SKELETON i mean. just no hesitation. no deliberation. my honest reaction when the image of the fucking devil offers me a shady deal with no apparent catch. world's smartest mayor who is also very intelligent
🤨🤨🤨BRO ARE YOU SURE????
steyn 2.5 seconds after finishing this terminal entry:
boxcars: when his ticket came up, they burned him alive on a pile of tires!!!!! 😁😁😁
jesus CHRIST 😭😭😭
6 - Et Tu, Brute?
Kris wiped at her nose, trying to clear the smoke and stench.
The NCR might not be the most diligent of governments, but this?
Only the fucking Legion could be so brutal.
Just something a little silly I thought of...