My greatest raid wasn’t technically a raid i suppose. When i play i like to grab a vehicle go exploring and avoid towns where possible.
So i was driving my solar powered semi truck down the road and saw a town ahead on the map. My immediate thought was “I’ll just go around like always”. But i started getting forced into town by a forest and anthill, eventually i ended up driving down the road in the middle of town, zombies and ants all around.
I naturally end up crashing into cars because I’m a terrible driver before stopping just short of a house. I thought that this was the end at this point so i got my katana ready and stepped outside to die by the horde that was chasing me. I believe my exact outfit (not counting backpacks and things which i didn’t drop) was: Fuzzy cat ears, Furry Cat tail, Army Jacket, Army pants, Army Helmet, and Helmet Liner (worn outside the helmet of course). No zombie or ant escaped my wrath, even the larvae was obliterated.
I against all odds in my mind, managed to kill all of my enemies and then replace the solar panels on my truck before escaping the town to fight another day. This was something for me because that marked the turning point in my character survival, none of my characters have ever survived something like that. Sally Samurai V continues to explore New England, with katana and M14.