[quote=“Jarpasmannen”]Mode: Classic
Version: 0.5
After surviving for 28 days, reinforcing my Farm with spiked pits, bear traps, barbed wire. Filling it with everything needed to let another character survive if my current one die. I had even collected every damn casing from the rounds I fired and I had all skill-books in the game in a drawer next to the bed, all in all, I felt rather safe.
Then all hell broke loose. After raiding the huge town two kilometers from my Farm for more ammo, I encountered a huge mob of zombies. After wasting all 200 .22 rounds and spending my 50 .00 rounds on the growing horde, I realized I had to run. I wielded my trusty crowbar [Crowbars are the best] and started running. I had lightly damaged legs so the horde caught up. Thanks to my Melee skills being quite high after 28 days alive, I managed to make it out of there. Right now I was down to half a bar on all bodyparts except my Right Arm. I desperately longed after safety of my Farm. Thanks to the penalties to my speed, I decided to drop most everything in my inventory.
The way back to my Farm was not easy, I saw enemies everywhere. I got so paranoid I decided to kill a cat by throwing my only food item left, a raw potato, at it until it died. About 500 meters away from safety, I saw my biggest enemy so far, a hostile coyote. I panicked, one hit to anything but my Right Arm and I’d be screwed. So I did the only thing I could do… I snorted 10 units of cocaine and ate all of my weed.
HAVE AT ME!
And he did… and he failed. I killed him in one shot from my crowbar. At this point I nearly cried from happiness. Now there was nothing to stop me from safety. I reached the planks going over the spiked pits at the Farm, I was safe… or was I. There was a hostile bear at the top of my screen. The only ranged weapon I had left was a molotov, so I threw it. The bear walked into the fire, was set on fire and started to panic, running in circles. I chuckled and went inside, not closing the door after me. I went into the bathroom to get my First Aid kits and heal up.
Something odd happened though, I saw noise marks… in my house?
I opened the backdoor of the bathroom to the bedroom, and what do I see. A dead, burning bear laying on my bed, setting my entire house on fire.
AWWWW FUUUUUUUUCK!
Next thing I know, my house, my supplies and myself were set on fire. That was the end of 28 days of glorious looting.[/quote]
Karma for killing the kitty ;).
That… that was priceless though. And here I thought Smokey prevented forest fires.
