Oddly enough, the similar happened to me. I had enough Perception but the sun was out but no sunglasses lol…stupid landmines.
i did a hobo run, no luck, no booze…3rd day i killed so many moms and hallucinations that i committed suicide
Don’t worry, he/she’s in hobo heaven now
Don’t worry, he/she’s in hobo heaven now[/quote]
Here, I fixed that for you.
Oooo, my last round was glorious. May I introduce you to Chase Perry, last of Lucifer’s Disciples~
I made a high strengh, low intelligence biker who ended up being my most favorite run so far. The first building I cleared was a cathedral which I immideately made my home. That dude was the best. He had his Gang emblem on the back of his leather jacket and spraypainted “Lucifer’s Temple” all over the entrances of the cathedral, learnt mechanics early so he could find and fix a motorcycle. Though he was dissatisfied with the nut graters in the city, hencewhy he used all of his talent to transform an ordinary bike into a Trike with two 26" back wheels stolen from a flatbed and an RV unit behind the seat (not saddle) for roadkill ribs while on the road. Called it the “Stygian Ferry”.
Well, one time he took on too much of a neighboring town and had to flee on his bike through the fields. He passed close to a hotel tower… and didn’t see the mounds of dirt close to the entrance. BAM! The Stygian ferry was wrecked as well as his torso. The explosion got the attention from all nearby zombies (which were quite many). So, he drank his last few swigs from his whisky bottle before he died in a glorious last stand.
You truly were a badass on three wheels, Chase, and you will be missed.
…my next project is a military recruit dreaming of assembling a mobile fortress. Think BIG~!
[quote=“Darrus Dreadtiger, post:585, topic:339”]Oooo, my last round was glorious. May I introduce you to Chase Perry, last of Lucifer’s Disciples~
I made a high strengh, low intelligence biker who ended up being my most favorite run so far. The first building I cleared was a cathedral which I immideately made my home. That dude was the best. He had his Gang emblem on the back of his leather jacket and spraypainted “Lucifer’s Temple” all over the entrances of the cathedral, learnt mechanics early so he could find and fix a motorcycle. Though he was dissatisfied with the nut graters in the city, hencewhy he used all of his talent to transform an ordinary bike into a Trike with two 26" back wheels stolen from a flatbed and an RV unit behind the seat (not saddle) for roadkill ribs while on the road. Called it the “Stygian Ferry”.
Well, one time he took on too much of a neighboring town and had to flee on his bike through the fields. He passed close to a hotel tower… and didn’t see the mounds of dirt close to the entrance. BAM! The Stygian ferry was wrecked as well as his torso. The explosion got the attention from all nearby zombies (which were quite many). So, he drank his last few swigs from his whisky bottle before he died in a glorious last stand.
You truly were a badass on three wheels, Chase, and you will be missed.
…my next project is a military recruit dreaming of assembling a mobile fortress. Think BIG~![/quote]
Chase Perry would have made a BADASS youtube video man.
Should consider that for private payne
So I had an LMOE shelter which was right next to a cave literally but least the tunnels from the cave did not run through the LMOE shelter. I kept seeing a bunch of question marks around while in the LMOE shelter which I kind of found creepy and did not think anything of the cave. At first I thought something must of broke through the door but what could have had the strength to do that so I grabbed a ton of ammunition and guns that I had stashed in the locker room which I got from the gun store a bit south in the city.
Nothing was found so I was a bit boggled. Then it hit me that the cave must wrap around the LMOE shelter. I got curious since I only been in caves that are just one big room with berries, cougars, wolfs etc. I grabbed my flashlight, went down and saw a bunch of s’s. I hate spiders and thought they were black widows at first till I examined them to be sewer rats.
So I figured well whatever, I shot them up since they were in swarms and found another slope downward. I usually like to explore a whole floor before moving on but curiosity got the best of me so I went down.
Something ended up saying FOUL INTERLOPER (No I did not have Schizophrenia or were on any hallucinogenic drugs.) so I was a bit puzzled then cautious since I never ran into anything other than normal mutants and zombies I was used to above ground. Flashlight went out a couple turns after going down the slope and my mistake was I forgot to grab extra batteries and meant to put more into my flashlight before I even thought about going into the cave.
Never did get to see what it was since I got swarmed by tons of sewer rats and even burst fire could not save me since the way I entered was a dead end. I could not reach the slope back up since the rats were in my way and they crawled all over me and finished me off. I normally am a safe and cautious person and think logically but in the end curiosity killed me which I usually know better most the time but this time I did not.
Recently I had an exceptionally stupid death. I was raiding a huge city and doing pretty well. The zombies were normally not a problem anymore. I was on my way fighting back to my homebase when I accidentally picked up a zombie child corpse for just one turn. The base strengh was only 7 and so my character was overburdened and the pain suddenly went up and the stats down. The corpse was immidiately dropped but it was too late. Some zombies and zombie childs took the chance to attack me. But luckily I managed to kill them all in that fight, because I had a pistol with me. But I got bitten by a zombie child before I killed it. Then I just went a few steps to the next house to the south and suddenly died. I was like “Huh?” and then I realized I died due to blood loss. I totally forgot that I was bleeding.
This death is exceptionally stupid because it was totally preventable. I had tons of medicine to stop the bleeding afterwards, I just forgot that I needed it RIGHT NOW! LOL.
Lesson learned: Read the damn message log!
My last death was a result of me experimenting with C4, and it’s effects when thrown through a gap in a fence.
I missed that gap in the fence.
Codine Overdose.
I MEANT SHIFT N, NOT n
I last died by arming a C-4 charge and forgetting to drop it before running away. Nice job me.
Started a new char things were looking good was finished raiding a lab and was making my way out, opened a door and “BEEP BEEP BEEP” a turret kills me from near full health.
Accidentally assigning oxycodone to shift-E to spam eat cookies.
The most goddamn death i ever had.
My character was super-succesful for his day. 11 lvl in melee, piercing weapon and blah-blah-blah, lately he decided to change his steel spear on combat chainsaw, lol and he destroyed SMG-BOT IN GODDAMN MELEE RANGE. That badass could withstand four bot explosions and so on. But his death catched him stealtly and out from nowhere.
I decided to check those sinkholes i seen earlier. I brought long rope and checked first. Nothing, but a sinkhole. I noticed he still has long rope.
And second sinkhole was letal for him. He went to second sinkhole and decided to check it too. And…
“You missed you throw. You sink”.
And he felt in the sinkhole. He had last chance to get out of there - a teleporter. He had a teleporter in his backpack. But the Miss Fortune didn’t smiled to him. Firstly, he teleported… IN LAVA POOL. After noticing that he immediately pressed the button. And he has been teleported in a solid rock and died. Fin.
Teleporters don’t get you out of sinkholes.
Was having a really decent run with Mr Sabastian Stewart, former chainsmoker who was finding the apocalypse quit agreeable, having boarded up his shelter and reinforced his doors, with an 8-panel upgraded solar rig that powered his cooking and crafting gear, fridge full of food, Humvee in mint condition parked outside, fully suited in neat survivor gear and wielding a katana he crafted himself, and a nice stack of skill books still to go through. His body was also finely augmented with combat and utility bionics.
Unfortunately, Mr Stewart had to travel a road through the woods to get to certain locations of interest and hidden in the woods was a shimmering portal with a floating eye meandering around it. Mr Stewart thought he’d be safe if he kept his distance. He was wrong.
After returning from one such sortie he was sitting down to dinner when he was suddenly overcome by stomach cramps. Thinking that the ant meat in the fridge must be going bad, Mr Stewart made a nice cup of mint tea and decided to go to bed early. He was woken up in the middle of the night by an immense pain coming form his arm, which were sprouting fungal growths. In a daze, he dropped everything he had on him and made a mad dash for his medicine cabinet which was, fortunately, well stocked with antifungal drugs.
With the infection taken care of, Mr Stewart took as much Oxycodone as he dared, wrapped himself up in a sleeping bag and waited for the morning light in a drugged stupor.
The next day he used his mouth and feet to craft two splints for his now useless arms. After what seemed like hours, he finally managed to set them. With both arms in a splint going outside was a big no-no so Mr Stewart settled for a long, long wait. Fortunately, the pantry was well stocked, there were plenty of logs to keep the fire going and it was snowing and miserable outside anyway.
After five days of reading various books, Mr Stewart’s arms were nearly healed. Unfortunately, there were no books left to read, and nothing else left for him to do to pass another day or two it would take for his arms to heal completely. Mr Stewart paced from one end of his shelter to the next, waiting for nightfall. Finally, he leaned against the wall and just stood there, numb from boredom and waiting for dusk.
He didn’t notice he was standing right next to a boarded up window until it was broken down by a zombear. All Mr Stewart had on him was a sleeping bad and dual arm cast. He made a desperate dash for the door but never stood a chance.
Teleporters don't get you out of sinkholes.Maybe i could have teleported to a basement.
[quote=“EditorRUS, post:597, topic:339”]
Teleporters don’t get you out of sinkholes.
Maybe i could have teleported to a basement.[/quote]
Teleports have incredibly short range something like only 15-30 tiles (not over map ones).
Well, despite of their range, it was last resort.
Fell in a hole inside a swamp, didn’t have pickaxe, jackhammer or the CBM to destroy walls, didn’t really die but knew that that character was doomed to starve down in a hole alone in the dark.