In his own living room, Arthur is making a light meal for himself, while searching for something interesting on YouTube. After a few minutes, he stumbles upon one of RussianBadger's videos: "UNSTOPPABLE MORON MAKES NUCLEAR WASTELAND NOTICEABLY WORSE | Fallout: New Vegas"

One hour later:
Arthur: (texting to Pendragon) Hey man, I find something pretty interesting.

Pendragon: Hmm?

He checks it to find a new message from Godfrey

Pendragon: (He replies) Wot is it?

Arthur: Come to my room, I'll show you.

Pendragon: I'm at your window

Arthur: (*looks at a window that faces out to the hallway*) Speak of the devil. Come in, door isn't locked. Take a seat on the couch.

He turns on his TV, switches to YouTube, then clicks on the video. Pendragon gets inside via window then he sits down

Arthur: I did say the door is not locked, y'know.

Pendragon: Force of habit, mate

Arthur: Anyway, we're reacting to a guy making a video about a game named Fallout: New Vegas. Now, let's start the video (*press the "Start" button")

RussianBadger: Welcome to New Vegas, a wonderful place that makes you....FUCK THE NCR!!! (blows someone's head off)

Arthur: (*already trying not to wheeze*)

Pendragon: Ah, Fallout: New Vegas

Arthur: Wait, you know that game?

Pendragon: I played it, bruv

Arthur: Oh. Let's continue

RussianBadger: Welcome to New Vegas, a wonderful place that makes you say "That's Vegas, baby." Have you ever seen a guy using nuclear weapons in close quarters combat? (Cue Badger, in T-51 power armor, using a Fat Man to kill a Powder Ganger in a room)...That's Vegas, baby.

Arthur: Fatality.

Pendragon: Good 'ol days

Arthur: Reminds me of a time when Akashi tried to create a working replica of the exact Fat Man. I suspended her business for an entire month when one warhead exploded.

Pendragon: Spoils of War

Arthur: Should have named that catapult "Little Boy", to be honest.

Pendragon: I get ya, mate

RussianBadger: You ever murdered somebody just to take an one hour nap in their filthy cot? (blows a mook's head off) That's Vegas, baby.

Pendragon: It just fookin works

Arthur: I didn't do such a thing, but I bet that people do this all the time in warzones.

Pendragon: Welcome to Fallout, mate

RussianBadger: Have you ever seen someone covered in pitch, set on fire and dropped into the Grand Canyon, only to somehow crawl out and survive (scene cuts to Joshua Graham)? Jesus fucking Christ, that's Vegas, baby.

Arthur: Sounds insane, though we do have a Japanese guy who survived two freaking nukes in real life.

Pendragon: And a cat who survived three ships sinking, mate

Arthur: And an American G.I who mowed down tens of Germans using a M2 Browning that's on a burning tank destroyer, and the same man had to tone down his actions in his later acting career because his feats were just that unbelievable.

Pendragon: Blimey

Arthur: Sometimes, reality is unrealistic.

Pendragon nods

RussianBadger: But enough of the empty chatter, how about we start getting somewhere?

Joshua Graham: The time for talk has passed. Lord's work must be done

RussianBadger: Fallout: New Vegas is a story of a courier that delivers a mysterious package to the New Vegas strip, that's robbed by a charismatic gangster and left to die in the Mojave wasteland.

Benny: The truth is...the game is rigged from the start (cue Benny headshotting Badger).

Arthur: Y'know, there was one British officer who survived a headshot in WW1.

Pendragon: Oh blimey

Arthur: His name's Adrian Carton de Wiart, and he's real fucking madman. World War One, the war that shattered the notion of "War is Glory", killed more than 16 million people and left many traumatized. Wanna know what he said about his experiences during the war? He said: "I enjoyed the war.", I kid you not.

Pendragon: Alright

Arthur: I bet that he's chilling in the Throne of Heroes, waiting to be summoned again so he could go to war once more. Anyway, let's get back to the video.

RussianBadger: Fortunately, a man named of Doc Mitchell digs the lead out of your brain, picks up the pieces and put you back together like Humpty Dumpty, introducing you to character creation

Doc Mitchell: I hope you don't mind. but I had to go rootin' around in your noggin' to pull all the bits of lead out.

RussianBadger: S.P.E.C.I.A.L stats come first, in the form of strength, perception, endurance, charisma, intelligence, agility and luck. Each making you good or bad at certain things from 1 to 10. You got 10 Agility? That makes you the deadliest gunslinger in this side of the Mississippi. You got 1 Charisma? Well, negotiating with you has got to be the most awkward and infuriating interaction two human beings can have.

RussianBadger: Because I'm a bumbling moron and play video games like a fucking ape, I say "To hell with the balance allocation they suggest", and went straight up "Lord Death of Murder Mountain". 10 Strength, 7 Endurance, 10 Agility and 10 Luck.

Arthur: 37/40 for offensive, all brawns and little brains. He's practically a Berserker now. Though, what's your S.P.E.C.I.A.L stats allocation back then, Pendragon?

Pendragon: 3 Strength, 10 Perception, 2 Endurance, 10 Charisma, 9 Intelligence, 6 Luck

Arthur: Brains over brawns, I see.

Pendragon: If you are in America, you fookin think like an American. Blimey, that was racist

RussianBadger: I am "Hercules' Bigger Cousin" strong, with "Tough as Nails" endurance, "Walks on Water" agility, and "Two-Headed Coin Flip" lucky. If I so much as breathe on an organism in the Mojave, you better believe it'll end in a critical hit with enough force to overthrow a small government. (Cue Badger breaths on a mutant gecko. Gecko dies by critical hit)

Arthur: If Badger was in Chaldea and met Lancer & you, I think he would say this: "If this young Brit's grandma just so much as breathes on an organism, you better believe it will result in a holy lance impalement with enough force to obliterate a small government." No ill will here, pal.

Pendragon just takes a bite on his biscuit

Pendragon: None taken

RussianBadger: However, it also means I have the perception of a deaf bat, the charisma of a misanthrope, and intelligence so low that calling me dumber an the fucking brick is perfectly accurate.

Yes-Man: That was probably pretty dumb, huh.

Arthur: In-universe, yes. Kinda like seeing a wasteland Jason Voorhees, terrifyingly strong but dumb as heck, though without facial disfigurement.

Pendragon: Indeed, bruv

RussianBadger: Stats are complemented by skills, which are heavily influenced by where you out your S.P.E.C.I.A.L points. Remember my 10 Agility? That means jacked "Guns" and jacked "Sneak". Remember my 1 Charisma that makes my "Speech" and "Barter" barely resemble out a sentient human being? I'm so terrifying yet so lacking in social skills, even the most basic conversation probably feels like a hostage negotiation.

Anyway, "Lord Death of Murder Mountain", which means specking "Guns", "Sneak" and "Explosives", so I can exterminate any lifeform I come into contact with, from the tiniest praying mantis (Badger shoots a praying mantis) to the saltiest powder ganger (blowing a mook to bits by a headshot).

S.P.E.C.I.A.L points and skills points are routed out by traits, which I just adore. Because on one hand, you can pick something pragmatic like "Built to Destroy", which gives you a higher critical hit chance but your weapons wear out faster. (Badger proceeds to blow a mook's arms off by critical hit from a silenced pistol of all things)

Arthur: I know it's a game, but what the fuck? You see that happened before, pal?

Pendragon: Yes, if you have lack of intelligence and charisma, you'll sound like you belong in the fookin stone age

Arthur: I mean the part where he blows off the arms by a pistol of all things.

Pendragon: The power of fookin Vault-tec and the V.A.T.S

RussianBadger: But on the other hand,you can pick some shit like my favorite: "Wild Wasteland", which enables bizarre events to occur, like taking some dicey drugs and fighting a fucking a fucking yao guai that's on fire. Have at it you stupid sonuvabitch.

White Bird: Take drugs. Kill a bear.

(Badger takes some drugs, and see a literal flaming yao guai)

Badger: The what...what? There's an actual flaming yao guai? What the fuck? (scene changes to a high Badger hallucinating several yao guais) Am I hitting the right one? (he hits the real one in the head). Yeah, that's the right one.

Arthur: That one reminds me of a Finnish WW2 soldier who consumed an entire bottle of Pervitin while running away from the Soviets, and somehow didn't die from a drug overdose. Again. reality is unrealistic.

Pendragon: Besides, russians came back from the fookin dead

Arthur: And you meet dead people all the time in Chaldea, Artorial Lancer included.

Pendragon: Fair

RussianBadger: Once you've done choosing whoever you want to be and enter the Mojave, VATS is the next big one you gotta learn. Because 90 percent of staying alive in the wasteland is making sure everything else around you is dead.

Arthur: Honestly, the state in Fallout are still hella good for a post-apocalyptic world, with sufficient leftover tech and resources to establish technologically advanced factions and even a new country.

Pendragon: Good luck on the Deathclaws, mate.

Arthur: On the other hand, the Metro series were much worse. They have flying mutants that could contend with even Deathclaws, not to mention mutant bears .

RussianBadger: The Vault-Tec Assisted Targeting System is the tightest shit ever. I fucking love VATS, because it allows you to freeze time DIO-style, and choose exactly where you want to shoot and the probability of hitting your target (cue Badger blowing a Fiend to bits with a VATS-assisted body shot)

Arthur: I think VATS is like a device that speeds up your thinking process and shooting reflexes, allowing you to shorten the time for aiming. And I want it. What about you?

Pendragon: It's RNG based, bruv

Arthur: I know. I'm talking about how an IRL VATS might work.

Pendragon: It won't stop time in real fookin life, and I can bloody disable it

Arthur: Speaking of stopping time DIO-style, observe. (summons a replica of "The World", and uses it to take some caramel popcorn)

Pendragon: That... I cannot disable it

Arthur: You mean "unsee it"?

Pendragon: No, I cannot disable it (He pulls out the EMP Grenade)

Arthur: Well, you ARE using them on a piece of technology originating from a world where vacuum tubes are still more widespread than transistors. Since vacuum tubes are more resistant to EMP, you need more than an EMP nade (*Test the VATS*).

Pendragon: Do ya know I can disable the Shogun's ability using EMP?

Arthur: Hmm....Technically, the Shogun is an automaton, so I guess that is plausible.

Pendragon: The more crutches you have, the more it hurts when they're kicked out from under ya

Arthur: But...hold on, how did you get to Teyvat? Rayshifting or what?

Pendragon: Rayshifting

Arthur: Did Lancer know about your adventure on Teyvat?

Pendragon: Nah, I had to keep it a bloody secret or I'll be gaining weight

Arthur: I'm honestly more concerned about the hypothetical-yet-plausible situation of her using Rhongomyniad to impale the nations if you were dead.

Pendragon: My EMP Grenades were more reliable than I thought

Arthur: Guess life always has something unexpected, eh?

Pendragon: Yup

RussianBadger: It's not mandatory, you don't have to use it, you can just blast things away like you would in any other shooter.

Arthur: Still, using VATS is much cooler, what's with their ability to stop time in-game. Why pop a cap in someone's ass normal way when you can shoot the fucker before he can even move?

Pendragon: It ain't unlimited when ya know Vault-tec Assisted Targeting System relies on RNG. If ya wanna rend a bloody limb in half, land a critical hit

Arthur: (*holds a 4-gauge shotgun*) What limb? I don't see no limb. (chuckles)....This gun ain't loaded though.

Pendragon: Ya also need Karma if ya wanna live

Arthur: (thinking) Random thing of the day: "Karma" without an "r" equals an Indian deity.

Pendragon: So yeah, ya mite need sum bloody karma if ya wanna have sum companions

Arthur: Anyway, continue.

RussianBadger: (shoots mutant gecko) Don't taunt me, gecko.

Arthur: Mutant gecko's cause of death: Stupidity.

RussianBadger: Personally, I use it all the time. Just the combination of precise shots, the slow motion and some of the hilarious outcomes, I just can't help myself (kills Powder Ganger). You can select multiple targets (cue dumb-looking Deathclaws), you can be choosy about body parts like hitting someone's right arm to knock the weapon out of their hand or someone's leg so they can flee, especially if that person just won the lottery.

Random guy: Who won the lottery? I did! (Badger proceeds to shoot a 40mm grenade at the guy's leg).Arthur: Welp, no lottery for that poor sod. Though I'm impressed that nuclear war didn't eradicate lottery