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Fallout: New Vegas' Mojave Baseball League [Retired]

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Lee's Journal: Teenager on a Cliff

 

I saw myself in a dream. Back to the past I zoomed in my dream to that moment on the mountain. I was still in the stream. I still slipped and slid my way down towards the cliff. I still saw the Shadow Man watching me. But then I stopped on the edge of that cliff. I don't know why, but water rushed past me as I stood up and walked out of the water to the dry rock near me. My family, standing on the plank bridge above me, was in exasperation, their mouths all agape in unison.
 
I walked out of that water, but that man was there. He came out of the shadows, too. He was not very old, and had a trimmed moustache and goatee, just like I have now. His eyes, his hair, everything about him looked familiar. I was standing on a mountain with my family in shock from my near-death experience, and this man whom I recognized but did not know walked up to me out of the shadows. The teenager me in that dream was not sure who the man was, but I most certainly knew him. He was me. Today as I appear. He was the me who walks in the wastes trying to make this world a better place. But this version of me was not the same. He congratulated me for surviving. He pointed at the cliff and told me how lucky I was. He led me to the cliff to look at the jagged rocks waiting below had I not escaped that rushing river.
 
Then he pushed me.

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Lee's Journal: Dream a Million Dreams

 

Night after night, year after year, it was the same. I was me in a different setting, a different life, in places I had never seen or never even existed in the first place. And every time, the Shadow Man would be there. He always looked exactly as I do now. He was not me, though. I could never be him. He was my evil twin, as far as descriptions go. He would kill a different version of me, except that in time, he was not so successful.
 
You see, he was killing version of me after version of me, but it occurred to me that most of the deaths were in the form of easy victims. Teenage me. A version of me taking a bath. Another version of me trying to help schoolchildren out of an overturned bus. Each time that the Shadow Man would emerge from the shadows, the version of me I was dreaming through would recognize him as myself. That was the initial shock. And then he would just murder that version of me right there.
 
Dreams can be celestial messages. These dreams were warnings of some sort. Everything seemed to be fragments of millions upon millions of alternative universes. The Shadow Man may have very well been looking to be the only one of us left, just like that movie I remember watching from when movies still existed. It was about some guys who were battling for immortality of some sort, but they had to murder all the other people with the same power, which in turn made them more powerful. Was that what he was doing? He was killing each alternative version of me for him to be all-powerful? No, that made no sense. Would I not be more powerful, too? But...I was. I had some of his powers of vision. Of alternative futures. Of future manipulation. Maybe that was what he was doing. He was seeing each version of the future, and he decided that each person needed his future changed, just like I had done to others in the past before I turned away from that power.
 
Each morning I awoke from my dreams angry. Each day I sought out the unjust, the bully, the murderer, the evil. I could not find the Shadow Man, but I made it my mission to bring peace back to a land where the governments of the world had failed. I would make peace by snuffing out those who did not pursue or value peace. Violence for a peaceful endgame. That is how I became a warrior of the wastes.

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Lee's Journal: The Shadow Man Returns

 

He waited until the chaos of it all was gone. Why not arrive in the middle of the night when I was exhausted from three straight days of battling Vipers in the wilderness and I slept a deep, deep sleep? He could have slashed my throat and been done with it.
 
Instead, he used different tactics. He had people chip away at me, looking for my Achilles Heel, perhaps. The number of people willing to serve him was astounding. They came at me over and over, and again and again I quelled their thirst. But he remained in the shadows. He would not reveal himself, which reminded me of the dreams. When he did reveal himself out of the shadows, that was the time when he struck.
 
Battle tactic advantage: me.

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Lee's Journal: Return to Sender

 

Everything that led me up to this point in my life was created upon a mountain in what was once North Carolina. I had no idea what that place would look like or be like post-war. Hell, I really had no idea where exactly in North Carolina I had to go, but I knew that I needed to go there. To that place. Where I was created. To see him. The Shadow Man.

 
This will be the final battle of my heroic adventure. This will be the final words I write, ever. In this case, I must return to the place where both the Shadow Man and I were created. The place where the lines of universes were shaken so bad that millions of universes suddenly intersected. Only there could I hope to destroy the Shadow Man.

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Lee's Journal, 11.2.2290

 

A long time ago, long before the Great War, there used to be this style of game called RPGs. In those games, your characters would level up and level up, fighting more difficult monsters and bosses until they reached the very end, the final boss, where the game would then be over after winning and saving the world. 

 
Today, I am on my way to fight the final boss. Game almost over.

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The Historian: Part VIII

 

My purpose, to tell Lee’s tale to those who read this later, is now done. For all that I have seen, for all that I would rate as what is needed in the post-apocalyptic world to keep it turning, I never thought I would draw this conclusion: 

 
Lee created hope that will run deep through this section of waste and will remain for a long, long time. Only the people who chipped away at Lee’s accomplishment could be called true enemies of the world. Politics are politics. But Lee’s war was won, even if he could not see it through to the end. 
 
Only a few days after killing Tommy Torini, Lee received a tip that the ghoul was in a hideout in the Mojave. Lee went out to pursue “Zombie,” as he called him, Jerry Nicks. After that, I never saw Lee again. Like I said in my introduction, though, the load of fresh deathclaw carcasses convinced me Lee was alive and OK. Perhaps he went in pursuit of the “Shadow Man” after he found and killed the ghoul. Who knows? 
 
On a related note, one day, a few years ago, not long after I joined up with Lee in his post-heroic quest of fixing the Mojave, I was sitting on the side of Red Rock with a group of people in Lee’s contingency. We were traveling the wastes, looking for people who could contribute in any task they had talent for doing, even things as simple as collecting herbs and fruits for the old or disabled. I was really young, but I had one of those “epiphanies” Lee spoke about only a few years before. Lee was the North Pole and I was a magnet drawn to him. I could not explain how or why, but one day when I was a teenager, I woke up from a dream and knew that I had to seek out Lee. My past life was no longer important. I had a purpose. 
 
The dream I had was exactly as I was experiencing on Red Rock. I was there with Lee as he was telling the people sitting around the campfire about this game that he was spreading. He was mentioning names I would have mostly ignored, but on that day, I had a graphite stick and an empty journal ready to be filled with notes. Lee spoke of guys named Dee Babe, Bob Gibson, Ron Gidree, Ricky Henderson, Big Mac, Charlie Hustler, Mantel, Tryst Speaker, Trout, Pull Holes, the Big Hurt, the Hawk, Strawberry, Esau Moon, Eden Jay, and many more. He talked about what they could do and how their very names could send chills through people of yesteryear. In my dream, I remembered that same sort of speech. I also remembered how Lee was giving the speech in my dream and also whispering to me about other things at the same time in my mind. It was surreal. 
 
Just as in the dream, as we were sitting there listening to Lee speak, something told me to look away from Lee to a spot just left of the fire. There, looking at me, was Poseidon. You may remember him from the story. He created the RNC screens. After that night, he never stopped looking at me. 
 
In Lee’s last journal entry, he told me ‘Congratulations.’ I think I know what he meant. To me, he gave me hope of something else. A Historian with a future. 
 
To the Mojave, he gave them baseball.

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Narrator's Post Script (in Ron Perlman voice)

 

War. War never changes. 

 
After Lee left, the strong arm of the New California Republic continued to slam its weight on the citizens of the Mojave, especially those of New Vegas. What was once a breeding ground for all those hip joints of The Strip—chems, tribals, prostitutes, and even the casinos—were eventually deemed illegal and shut down by 2293. 
 
In time, the Mojave Baseball League became a shell of itself, surviving more through momentum than interest. All of the hope the Mojave once possessed after the events of the Second Battle of the Hoover Dam were turned upside down following Lee’s peace pact with the NCR and its subsequent ousting of Lee and those in his corner. 
 
In 2306, the people had enough of it all, and the People’s Rebellions began. At first, the NCR had an easy time picking off defectors. But the guerrilla efforts of a few unlikely heroes changed all that. One of the biggest heroes, a guy who went by the name Poseidon, single-handedly shut down the entirety of the NCR’s online networking system. He passed on his secrets to other rebels before he disappeared east along with his wife, a person who called herself Dee Storian. 
 
Those secrets Poseidon passed on helped the rebels to destroy the entire NCR fleet of automatons. In addition, since many of the NCR soldiers had ties to the Mojave and strong feelings for the area, more than half of the local army defected. Because of victories in the Mojave, the NCR lines had become weak, and people were tearing down bases and encampments everywhere, rendering the NCR obsolete. 
 
Due to unhappiness of the people within the state of California, President Kimball resigned in 2307. He had been president of the NCR for 31 years and had kept his sights in and on the Mojave that entire time. His successor had been the vice president for the last 12 years, Sunshine Jones. 
 
By 2310, the NCR was no longer a government entity east of the California border. President Jones signed a treaty drawing direct, permanent lines on what were once the California and Nevada borders. The Nevada Alliance, as well as portions of the former states of Arizona, Utah, Colorado, New Mexico, and West Texas became allies of the United Desert States, which was part of what eventually became the New American Alliance. Before that time they were bordered on the east by the powerful United Coast Guard. 
 
As part of the UDS, the Mojave went back to some of its old ways. Casinos reopened their doors, though the feel was much different at first. People began again to rebuild destroyed cities and communities. The networking system went back on line and people were able to join online discussion forums. A surprisingly high number joined forums seeking to help and improve the area, starting a wave of progress and stability never seen since before the Great War. 
 
Baseball was also spreading in popularity. There were many community leagues throughout some of the other areas of the UDS with strong leadership and interest. Some former players of the Mojave Baseball League became ambassadors to the game and helped establish leagues that eventually became part of a greater regional league. 
Though the Mojave Baseball League shut its doors in 2306, baseball in the area held strong with many community teams battling it out in the Mojave. In 2320, the United Desert States Baseball League began operations with eight teams competing to be the UDSBL champions in what they called the Desert Series. Two of those teams were the New Vegas Gamblers and the Boulder City Mojavians. 
 
Though he went by a different name at that time, Lee returned to the Mojave many years later, many years after all those he ever knew there had passed on long, long ago. The place had changed much in that time he was away, but one thing held on, fighting for dear life. Baseball. He found as a new entity in New Vegas, in what was once Vault 21, the Mojave Baseball Museum. In the museum, he found the Historian’s chronicles of endless entries of Lee’s founding of baseball, as well as thousands of other memorabilia and personal accounts about the founding of baseball in the Mojave. For the first time in many, many years, Lee cried. 
 
Despite Lee’s efforts, the Mojave would never be a place of absolute peace. However, in those brief periods of peace, when one had a chance to venture out into the wilderness of the former Jacobstown without fears of being bombed, sniped, or eaten, one could almost smell brahmin-buttered popmaize wafting through the air. One could almost hear the moans and jeers of a disappointed fan base. One could even almost see the barkchew-stained dugout. To Lee, baseball was utopia, just like the days of his youth long before the Great War. Baseball was the ever-necessary escape from the next war soon to come. Because…
 
War. War never changes.

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The Final History of the MBL

 

In 2293, the Mojave declared gambling illegal, leading to the immediate shutdown of the casinos in the area. Through various community and corporate sponsorships, the casino teams did not shut down but simply changed hands, allowing the MBL to keep its doors open. 

 
Ultra Luxe moved to Nipton and became the Nipton Phoenix, a former team of the Prospects League. 
Gomorrah became the Red Rock Khans. 
Tops became the Aerotech Mutants.
Boulder City dropped the Atomic Wranglers name and became the Centaurs. 
Goodsprings dropped the Lucky 38s name and became the Prospectors. 
 
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The Final History of the MBL

 

The most successful teams of the first six years did not remain dominant throughout the time of the Mojave. Lee's plan of a shared evaluation system leading to parity and league-wide hope from year to year proved to be successful since all but two teams could claim a title in the league's 21-year history. 

 
Surprisingly, though they had questionable management in their early years, the Gomorrah Devils/Red Rock Khans franchise turned out to be the league's best team over the 21-year span, winning four titles. North Vegas was the most successful team for regular season wins and playoff appearances, and finished second with three titles.
 
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The Final History of the MBL

 

Statistics are the backbone of baseball, and there were some fine career performances. Here are the best ever single season and career numbers for both batters and pitchers.

 

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The Final History of the MBL

 

There were not enough years in the Mojave Baseball League to really have a Hall of Fame. However, there were five players who defined HOF-caliber performance. 

 
Their names with primary position and primary team:
 
Matt Davis, 3B, Primm Outlaws
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Dave Griffin, SS, Westside Sarsaparillas
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Jimmy LaRue, CF, Goodsprings Lucky 38s/Prospectors
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Jim Seaman, 1B, Freeside Kings
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Basket Zapp, CL, North Vegas Radscorpions
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This now officially concludes my Fallout:New Vegas' Mojave Baseball League dynasty. I hope all of you enjoyed it.


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