After building the shopping cart OF DEATH! (Added a seat, spikes and some more storage behind the seat.)
Yeah, high speeds, spikes and no seatbelt = Shit! Wheeee! Impale.
i tried nanosoldier mod and first time i was atacked in shelter by some zombies and my plasma gun started small fire after i died on this character i started other on this same world and this happend
[spoiler]Cataclysm - Dark Days Ahead version 0.A memorial file
In memory of: Owen Butler
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU"
He was a male Sanniker Infantry when the apocalypse began.
He died on Winter of year 1, day 1, at 08:02.
He was killed in a field on the outskirts of Mount Chase.
Cash on hand: $0
Final HP:
Head: 0/90
Torso: 3/90
L Arm: 3/90
R Arm: 3/90
L Leg: 3/90
R Leg: 3/90
Final Stats:
Str 0 Dex 0 Int 1 Per 0
Base Stats:
Str 10 Dex 8 Int 8 Per 8
Final Messages:
08:01 Your body strains under the weight!
08:00 Zająłeś się ogniem! x2
08:00 Your nanotechnological body armor (fits) is nicked!
08:00 Zająłeś się ogniem!
08:00 You see here a splintered wood, 9 nails, and 2 rebars.
08:00 Zająłeś się ogniem! x3
08:00 You see here 2 rebars, a rock, and 9 nails.
08:00 Nieznana komenda: 'Y’
08:00 Zająłeś się ogniem! x6
08:00 Your molecular storage unit (fits) is sliced!
08:00 Zająłeś się ogniem! x2
08:00 You see here 3 rebars, 6 nails, and 2 splintered woods.
08:00 Poruszanie się przez pile of rubble jest wolne!
08:00 Zająłeś się ogniem!
08:00 You inhale a lungful of thick smoke.
08:00 You’re on fire!
Kills:
No monsters were killed.
Skills:
bartering: 0 (0%)
computers: 0 (0%)
construction: 0 (0%)
cooking: 0 (0%)
driving: 0 (0%)
electronics: 0 (0%)
fabrication: 0 (0%)
first aid: 0 (0%)
mechanics: 0 (0%)
speaking: 0 (0%)
survival: 0 (0%)
swimming: 0 (0%)
tailoring: 0 (0%)
trapping: 0 (0%)
archery: 0 (0%)
bashing weapons: 0 (0%)
cutting weapons: 0 (0%)
dodging: 0 (0%)
marksmanship: 4 (0%)
launchers: 0 (0%)
melee: 2 (0%)
piercing weapons: 0 (0%)
throwing: 0 (0%)
unarmed combat: 0 (0%)
handguns: 3 (0%)
rifles: 0 (0%)
shotguns: 0 (0%)
submachine guns: 0 (0%)
Traits:
Addictive Personality
Disease Resistant
Lightweight
Packmule
Schizophrenic
Strong Back
Truth Teller
Wool Allergy
Ongoing Effects:
Piekielnie ci ciepło w głowę!!
Piekielnie ci ciepło w twarz!!
Piekielnie gorąco ci w ręce!!
Piekielnie gorąco ci w dłonie!!
Piekielnie gorąco ci w nogi!!
Piekielnie gorąco ci w stopy!!
Pain (178)
Bionics:
No bionics were installed.
Power: 0/0
Weapon:
- none
Equipment:
b - slightly dented nanotechnological body armor (fits)
c - nanotechnological guantlet (fits)
d - nanotechnological helmet (fits)
e - nanotechnological leg armor (fits)
f - nanotechnological combat boots (fits)
h - slightly damaged molecular storage unit (fits)
Ekwipunek:
j - SRSI Plasmite Blaster
i - SRP-4a
g - SRPC ammo canister (500)
Lifetime Stats
Distance Walked: 11 Squares
Damage Taken: 521 Damage
Damage Healed: 0 Damage
Headshots: 0
Game History
| Year 1, Winter 1, 08:00 | evac shelter | Owen Butler began their journey into the Cataclysm.
| Year 1, Winter 1, 08:00 | evac shelter | Caught on fire.
| Year 1, Winter 1, 08:02 | field | Owen Butler was killed.[/spoiler]
Last death was as usual, horrible, and self-inflicted. I accidentally activated my lighter on something in the house, before i got a chance to solve that little conundrum it was burning down with smoke everywhere. Got out through a window and before i could catch my breath, zombear plus dogs and me in my knickers pretty much with everything i owned in the house. Hello death my old friend.
noticed two zombears at once around my shelter. they immediately started rushing me. I lured them into the forest, throwing rocks (it was still early, 3 or 4 day I think). When I lost the second one, I decided to fight. I wanted to drop most of my equipment on the floor to reduce encumbrance.
last thing I saw was my character taking hits while happily dropping his soda cans on the ground
This happened to me today:
No words …
(I already filed a bug report.)
Edit: This is a FAKE. 
If you actually believed this, you have been april fooled!
I had the genius idea to bash in a gas pump with my sledgehammer. No zombies were around, just did it because I was bored.
I was actually pretty pissed off because I didn’t realize it would kill me, and I was on day 12.
I died the other day because it apparently takes FIFTY GOD-DAMNED TURNS to drop my equipped backpacks and a bunch of items that would push me over the volume limit due to dropping those backpacks. Dropped them to free up my torso encumbrance, ended up almost getting me killed because the wasp managed to sting me so many times during the turns that I was dropping my gear. (also is it a bug that blocking a poisonous creature’s attack with your weapon still causes you to get poisoned? Because that happened a lot.)
Because of this I got really badly poisoned and torso-wounded by a giant wasp. I recovered from the poison and restored to about half-torso health after a night’s sleep. Then I went out and WOULDN’T YOU KNOW IT A PACK OF WOLVES attacked me and to have any chance of hitting them I had to drop my backpacks and a bunch of items again. This time I wasn’t able to survive.
R.I.P the ironically named “LootWench”
To all people who actually bought my zombie dog story I posted previously:
This story is FAKE! You have been april fooled!
My last play was kinda cinematic… storyworthy at least. Looking at it from this point, it’s a horror plot about a boy returning home…
Cataclysm - Dark Days Ahead version 453496d memorial fileIn memory of: Frankie Sparks
“Do your best, Master!”He was an unemployed male when the apocalypse began.
He died on Spring of year 1, day 2, at 23:05:18.
He was killed in a road in Brownfield.
The most perfect off all sceneries - the sun sets over a calm river, and the town sits on its eastern bank. Beautiful.
Perhaps, if I knew that roaming hordes couldn’t care less why I left a thousand pieces of live ammo in a house they surrounded, the one that just happens to be my home - then I would’ve called it a night in some nearby basement. The truth is, some half-a-dozen of those of undead flavor were chasing me as I ran into them and even though it had no sense picking up a fight with them - I did. A long corridor with two pairs of windows asound with glass shattering, and the sound of crackling glass under zombie feet invited the night inside, as more of them announced their presence, like wolves do when a fire dies out. Frankie (me) did his very best - even straightened himself up with a bump or so - carefully inviting Zs onto window shards. By the time the total headcount was 15, he was still very much lively, and happy about some firefighter gear that just fell off some sack of bones from Brownfield. At the point, it was time to call it a day, and the road home felt clear and safe, surrounded by a thick wall of darkness. It was in-between entering a neighbour’s home and setting my eyes on the place I call my own that it was evident to me, what kinda sh*t I’ve felt into, that is. Even though I made a 60-tile maneuver around a Shocker, after I pounded some parents and their kid-Z to death he started frying my ass whilst still inside neighbour’s home - and he had company (a cop-Z). I’ve hit the warning treshold for Pain value (over 20) but I was still swinging that bat, this time leaving that house through a front door, only to make a stop to that darned mess once for all…
I managed to sneak into the house and drop surplus gear; I thought this would be an easy pitch-black cleanup of the nearby undead, in that particular order - “First heard, first dead”. And AGAIN - there’s all my gear, and 30-or-so different pieces of firearms - and I forget to pick up one. Guess that night-fight thingie persuaded me to leave all that sht lying on the floor because I found no such thing similar to a silencer - and who would’ve guessed things could get worse? Snorted another thread of Colombia’s finest flour and stepped out the front door.
I went to check out the gear on all the corpses, and three undead cut me off from the loot; they weren’t there when I entered my home. For the sake of that, and the general good of piling up heads before bashing them into pavement, the flashlight flicks on. On the edge of my property stands alone a Zombie Master, and immediately starts chasing me. Good thing there was a large Wreckage on the other side of the street, because the fatigue from all the fights started to press on the shoulders; it bought valuable time. In a matter of seconds, the Master invited his entourage - and “knighted” them with his powerful magiKs. Even though I wanted to kill the btch 'cause I knew they were gathering around her, and my light source, the new ones just kept pouring in. When I finally got to her neck, it was kinda too late with all those foes around and a 50-ish Pain ratio, and a Zombie Brute stuck in the Wreckage just loving it. I felt the need to pick up the pace, took even more Codeine and blow, and fled south; I assumed the center of Z activity at the moment was behind the original location of the Master. I ended up ramming onto a wall of enemies, eaten by a Zombie Dog.
Kills: Z - boomer x3 d - skeletal dog x1 d - rot-weiler x2 s - rattlesnake x2 Z - skeleton x1 s - giant black widow x2 Z - zombie x32 z - zombie child x3 Z - zombie cop x2 Z - crawling zombie x1 d - zombie dog x3 Z - shocker zombie x1 Z - fat zombie x4 Z - firefighter zombie x1 Z - grabber zombie x1 Z - feral hunter x3 Z - zombie master x1 Z - decayed zombie x4 Z - shrieker zombie x1 Z - tough zombie x8 Total kills: 76
*Note - the feral hunter did the greatest number on Frankie; even though the grabber Z made a real difference, too. I guess the third place goes to that Brute I never got a chance to come back and slay. 
made the mistake of moving into a public works surrounded by a MASSIVE swamp, but that wasn’t what killed me.
It was the damn wolves. I left all my clothes except for a backpack and some cargo shorts at my house so I could go swimming, spent a day practicing swimming, and was heading home when I encountered 7 wolves. I killed them all, but not before they made both my legs, my torso, and my head bleed at the same time. I ended cutting my backpack and shorts into rags to try and stop the bleeding, but only managed to stop my legs and head from bleeding.
I’ve used matchbook on full loaded gas tank outside gas station … result was quite … spectacular 
do not light fire inside building my best character for now (5 weeks and 1 day) died because i was cooking food next to campfire and building was on fire
that building was firestadion
I was standing in combat with a shocker, when an NPC ran up and started punching it. I was paralyzed for 40 consecutive turns, until I finally died.
I tried to remove a bionic with 83 torso HP, I failed the removal (Playing bionic monster, I was in an LMOE shelter)
Assaulted by zombies, plop down a turret.
Yay turret programing screwups!
I spawned myself naked, with 2 in Survival, and then teleported myself into the middle of woods, intending to survive there on my own. Avoided Kreks. Avoided spiders. Avoided zombies. Avoided Mooses (pun). Avoided three Mi-Gos. Died of dehydration and starvation, in a pool of my own feces and vomit due to serious tummy poisoning.
its why is better to live in city
Dang it jabberwocks!
[spoiler]Final Messages:
4:47:12 AM The jabberwock hits your torso.
4:47:12 AM Your shredded t shirt (fits) is ripped!
4:47:06 AM The lava burns the jabberwock!
4:47:00 AM The jabberwock hits your torso. x3
4:46:48 AM Your torn t shirt (fits) is ripped!
4:46:48 AM Your boxer shorts (fits) is ripped!
4:46:48 AM Your left leg is battered for 10 damage!
4:46:48 AM The jabberwock swings a massive claw at you!
4:46:48 AM You whack the jabberwock but do no damage.
4:46:42 AM The jabberwock hits your torso.
4:46:42 AM Your ripped t shirt (fits) is ripped further!
4:46:42 AM You whack the jabberwock but do no damage.
4:46:36 AM The jabberwock hits your torso.
4:46:36 AM Your t shirt (fits) is ripped!
4:46:36 AM You whack the jabberwock but do no damage. x3
4:46:24 AM The lava burns the jabberwock!
4:46:12 AM From the east you hear a terrifying roar that nearly deafens you!
4:43:00 AM That is a dahlia.
4:38:18 AM You didn’t find anything.
4:37:42 AM Moving past this young tree is slow!
Kills:
a - ant larva x5
k - kreck x1
Total kills: 6[/spoiler]
also apparently they are nearly immune to lava, kinda sucks
EDIT: also was my first night in the newest experimental build, kinda sucks for that to happen
It was the second day, and I was walking in an enormous field when a zombear comes into view. I skirt around it and keep walking. Then I see another. Skirt and walk. Another. Skirt. Another. Skirt. That happened six times. The come the zombie dogs, who are significantly less blind, and one began chasing me back to the field of doom. Two and two come together, and my torso ends up a bloodied pulp.
Sigh, my story is a sad, yet happy tale.
It is about a man named Jerobe Chaser, a simple survivor living in the woods.
He encountered the most vile of beasts…
A god-damned Jabberwock.
“I can take it!” he yelled.
Then, out of no-where a giant horde decided to say "Fuck You."
He nearly drowned in a wave of zombies, one of which was a hulk.
The jabberwock chased him to his dreary home, where in the basement it followed him to his storage.
He said to the jabberwock "Fuck You"
And then he drank a crapton of wolfmutagen.
The Jabberwock was maimed, killed, and finally destroyed.
But then, a old friend came back to settle the score.
A hulk smashed his skull in and he died in the corner of the room, a mutated man/wolf/fish/bear.
And thats why, no one ever goes in the evac shelter on Dynamic Spawn that doesn’t have classic zombies.
Well, me at least.