My last character, Lily Flores, was the only really successful character Iāve ever played. She literally cobbled together a chopper ātruckā in her hometown out of smashed lockers, batteries and a cannibalized motorcycle chassis. By the end it had a 5L V6, eight same-sized wheels and about a dozen trunks full of guns, crafting bits, tools and comestibles. On a drug binge, she managed to successfully install Enhanced membanks, an internal engine (thus developing a ravenous appetite for logs) and nearly twenty power storage modules. She amassed roughly 1300 kills in her career; about a third impaling critters on her spike-encrusted grill, about two thirds putting wooden arrows through skulls. She survived repeated bear maulings, a landmine, a graboid, copbotsā¦
In mid-autumn, she inadvertently drove over some young triffids. Noticing the plentiful new spawns, she managed to escape a few miles down the road with only broken windshields. There, defenses down, planning her next move while idly staring at the map, she spotted an engine lying on the road. She slowed and got out to retrieve it, like she had done many times before. Except this time, she didnāt notice that her mad max ride was still in motion. Fearing an imminent explosion, Lily panicked and scrambled to get back to the driverās seat - just as the unruly beast coasted forward, and Lily was dragged under three consecutive wheels. Rest in peace, Lily Flores.
The next character? Bolted directly toward the nearest parking lot, found a semi, immediately lost control and died in an explosion without even getting the thing to budge. RIP, whoever you were. 
