Bingo (Fallout: New Vegas)
|For the character that appears in The Pitt, see Bingo.|
Background[edit | edit source]
Bingo led the Mojave Boot-Riders, and, during the NCR's early expansion into the Mojave area, he and his fellow Riders were approached by 20 PDQ-88b Securitrons with Mr. Houses' offer to restore Las Vegas. Like most of the tribe, Bingo was against House's proposal and wanted the Boot-Riders to stay nomadic, but one of the tribesmen, Benny, was intrigued by the offer and wanted to leave the old ways behind and argued with Bingo about his stubbornness, so Bingo challenged him to a knife fight. Bingo, although being the strongest of the tribe, was also the slowest and Benny took advantage of this. Once Bingo had taken a stab at Benny, Benny moved quick and stabbed Bingo in the neck. Benny, winning his duel, then became the leader of the Boot-Riders, who proceeded to settle down the tribe per House's instructions inside The Tops casino and reformed it into the Chairmen.
Appearances[edit | edit source]
Bingo is mentioned only in Fallout: New Vegas
- The Courier: "How did Mr. House introduce himself?"
Benny: "We were east of Vegas when the first Securitron we ever saw rolled up on us. We junked it in a minute flat. The next day twenty roll up. So we listened. Said we'd been selected. Vegas needed us to defend it. In exchange, we'd get cushy digs, full stomachs, medical treatment. Everything a nomad never gets, in other words. Most of the tribe thought we should say no. I thought it was the best idea ever."
- The Courier: "How long were you the head of the family?"
Benny: "Seven years. Took over three days after Mr. House introduced himself. Our chief at the time, mountain of a guy named Bingo, wanted to stay nomadic. I disagreed, so he challenged me to the knife. He looked so surprised when I stuck that knife in his neck. Thought he was so tough, but he was so slow. That's how I made chief. It's how things were back then."
- The Courier: "Was your tribe always called the Chairmen?"
Benny: "Nah, in the way-back we called ourselves the Boot Riders. Silly name, but that's how we rode the Mojave, dig? - on our feet. We were nomadic badasses, not to be trifled with. A gang of ruffians, though with a certain panache. When House gave us the Tops to renovate, his robots dropped off boxes full of suits and ties and wingtip shoes. Told us we were the "Chairmen" now. That caused an uproar. But I said "the name sticks." Ciao to the old ways, baby - time to swing in style. If the shoes fit, you wear them."