[quote=“Zipo, post:160, topic:5454”]Is Zipo to late to play.
OH MY GOD WHAT IS YOUR ENCUMBRANCE LEVEL
[quote=“FunsizeNinja123, post:161, topic:5454”][quote=“Zipo, post:160, topic:5454”]Is Zipo to late to play.
OH MY GOD WHAT IS YOUR ENCUMBRANCE LEVEL[/quote]
Strangely not as bad as you would expect.
3 on the torso, 2 on each of the legs and 1 one on the eyes and mouth.
Could be because it’s an imported save from an earlier experimental.
Shaolin. He was always an extremely intelligent kid, diligently studied Dragon Style at his local dojo, but never particularly stood out as a fighter, as he wasn’t particularly strong, dextrous, or perceptive.
Come the Cataclysm, initially surviving the mess was extremely difficult. A combination of situational awareness, well timed kicks to knock his aggressors back, and a reliance on throwing weapons got him through the first year. (He became especially fond of his throwing knives, and his sole machete that he’d hurl at larger adversaries).
He eventually became obsessed with acquiring knowledge hidden away in the laboratories, discovered alpha serum, and finally acquired physical prowess to match his keen intellect. He also began installing cybernetics, but as a rule avoided CBMs that would dull his natural senses. The protection alloy plating would provide wouldn’t be worth losing the feel of a summer breeze on his natural skin. To him, losing his senses would be the elimination of his humanity; and what would be the point of surviving without that?
Most of the cybernetics were embedded in his palms. An electromagnet to recall his throwing weapons, A short-range EMP generator, an electric generator that enabled chain lightning attacks. To recharge his power, he allowed himself what he deemed “harmonious” regeneration sources, torsion and metabolic interchange. After some hesitation, he also installed repair nano-bots, a cloaking device and a shock-wave generator. Even with his immense power, he reasoned, he may one day need means of escape. This proved to be wise…
In the small town where he had set up camp, there was a slime pit and a small colony of blobs. There never seemed to be enough when he was working so hard to create his alpha serum doses, but once that effort was over, that colony gradually began to grow. He wasn’t especially concerned, as they weren’t very dangerous and easily eliminated, although he did think to himself that he should eventually thin out their numbers to avoid a “nuisance”
“Nuisance” became the understatement of his life. While working on his mobile base one day, he heard a huge commotion down the street. Upon investigating, he discovered that this small population of blobs had exploded into hundreds, and they were closing in, fast. “How did they reproduce so quickly?” He surmised the damaged blob remains must have been capable of reviving into new blobs, and given their habit of splitting whenever he casually killed them off, their population must have been growing exponentially.
While a handful were never a threat, being surrounded by dozens with no room to run was life-threatening, and attacking them one at a time wasn’t doing the job fast enough. It took two shock-wave blasts to clear a path for himself, at which point he ran to his shopping cart, grabbed a sledge-hammer, and started swinging in wide arcs, smashing the blobs to bits. He collected their remains and gathered them in a pile, hoping a bonfire would eliminate them all.
As he went to collect some wood for a fire, another hoard of blobs approached, and despite a few chain lightning attacks to thin out their numbers, they kept coming, and cornered him into a house. He spent a full day fighting off the hoard, attempting to use a door-frame as a choke point, although they still managed to surround him there in a way Zombies never could.
At dusk, he was surrounded by blob remains. His rucksack had been destroyed, its contents all over the floor. His leather backpack was still intact, along with his kevlar vest, and cargo shorts, the three of which had been customized to allow easy access to his 20 throwing knives and machete. His equipment was rounded out with Knee-pads, hand arm-guards, reinforced plated fingerless gloves, combat boots, with some medical gear, clean water, and a plutonium powered UPS in his backpack to power his goggles. He decided he needed to move camp, immediately, and once based a safe distance away, attempt a raid back here to reclaim valuables that would be difficult to replace. Draping his sledge-hammer over his shoulders, he made his way back North to his base, only to hear another massive commotion, this time including a gut-wrenching, hideous roar. The pile of hundreds of blob remains, which he intended to burn, had revived, and a bulk of them had combined into a…
…Sho’gath…
As the sunset, the Sho’gath and its blob army advanced. Shaolin had a loooong night ahead of him…
shudders
The earlier one seemed more active/dynamic; this one is larger but seems static. I kinda like the activity in the first one. :-/
Both are nifty, though. Nice job, John.
Do as you want, preferably not as I drew him.
Reinforced riot helmet(yes, originally it was a riot helmet)
Gas mask
Reinforced kevlar vest
Metal arm guards
Metal leg guards
Military jacket
Military pants
Steel-toed boots
Leather gloves
Is that Kito?
If it is, looks amazing! If not, it still looks amazing!
Tats very good John especially with color
Just looking at all your guys gear makes me jealous, how did you get all that gear?
[glow=red,2,300]It is amazing![/glow]
P.S
'Cause I’ma baws.
[quote=“Peptidase, post:170, topic:5454”]Just looking at all your guys gear makes me jealous, how did you get all that gear?
[glow=red,2,300]It is amazing![/glow]
P.S
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Pepti, if you plan to post pictures, put them on an image sharing site like imgur or something, otherwise we can’t see them at all.
Not sure if you’re still drawing people’s Survivor still. If you are here’s mine.
My current “Survivor” Named Peter Beowulf. So far he’s been alive for 35 days [Season is 7 Days] And Counting.
[glow=black,2,300][sup]Not Sure you’re going to draw him since he’s a Mutant[/sup][/glow]
I couldn’t get a picture of my stats and what He’s Wearing So I’ll Write it down.
(Not Sure If This is Important)[glow=yellow,2,300]
Stats[/glow]
Strength 14
Dexterity 10
Intelligence 10
Perception 10
[glow=green,2,300] Traits[/glow]
Animal Discord
Carnivore
Fangs
Fluffy Tail
Grey Fur
Growling Voice
High Night Vision
Howler
Lupine Ears
Lupine Muzzle
Padded Feet
Pale Skin
Paws
Pretty
Strong Scent
Very Heavy Sleeper
[spoiler][glow=blue,2,300] Clothes[/glow]
Quiver (Fits & Reinforced)
Light Survivor Harness (Fits & Reinforced)
Light Survivor Suit (Fits & Reinforced)
Wrist Watch (Reinforced)
XL Survivor Boots (Fits & Reinforced)
XL Survivor Hood (Reinforced & Fits)
Pair Of XL Survivor Gloves (Reinforced & Fits)
XL Survivor Masked (Reinforced)[/spoiler][quote=“Peptidase, post:170, topic:5454”]Just looking at all your guys gear makes me jealous, how did you get all that gear?
[glow=red,2,300]It is amazing![/glow]
P.S
[/quote]
Did… Did you just post your directory instead of a web address?
[quote=“FunsizeNinja123, post:174, topic:5454”][quote=“Peptidase, post:170, topic:5454”]Just looking at all your guys gear makes me jealous, how did you get all that gear?
[glow=red,2,300]It is amazing![/glow]
P.S
[/quote]
Did… Did you just post your directory instead of a web address?[/quote]
[me=StopSignal]facepalms[/me]
[quote=“StopSignal, post:175, topic:5454”][quote=“FunsizeNinja123, post:174, topic:5454”][quote=“Peptidase, post:170, topic:5454”]Just looking at all your guys gear makes me jealous, how did you get all that gear?
[glow=red,2,300]It is amazing![/glow]
P.S
[/quote]
Did… Did you just post your directory instead of a web address?[/quote]
[me=StopSignal]facepalms[/me][/quote]
Gets up and walks out of the room
I might be able to dig up an oldversion/save, where I had started becoming irradiated in a lab (eating furniture to power my LED). I came up as I hadn’t noticed I was throwing up and didn’t have enough food and water, until I met a young triffid in the dark. He readily whooped my ass leaving me with two broken arms as I frantically teleported (phase door is a better name). I then popped all of my drugs, ran into my car and drove off with two broken arms, and when I found more drugs to scavenge on my way to a cabin, I coughed up a spore which grew into a triffid. As I was at the cabin I “saw a piercing light.” I spent quite a while in that cabin, at one point a moose stepped on a landmine outside which was good for food. After trekking back and forth to my car a few times, I found the piercing light was a FLAMING EYE SHOOTING LASERS THROUGH MY CABIN IN MY SLEEP. Fortunately I was able to drive away, find a cure for my triffid infestation (which would periodically make me cough up spores and have shoots in my hands for like 40 pain), and I got both my arms fixed in a hospital, throwing rocks with my broken arms to kill the zombies until I had gotten to the fixer.
After getting my stuff from the previous lab I then drove around to another lab, where I had tried to figure out what a portal generator did. That was the last I played that car.
Not a very inspired loadout ill admit. Bonus points if you manage to show Penelope’s name, she’s my only friend in this cold fungus and slime filled world.
Day 324:
[me=StopSignal]patiently waits to be drawn[/me]
[quote=“Tawarochir, post:135, topic:5454”]D’ya think you could draw my second most recent survivor getting his face blown off by the shotgun trap that killed him?
If not his face getting blown off, a picture of him?
I don’t have a picture of his inventory, but he had survivor gear of a trenchcoat, cargo pants, light boots (a combat knife in each), and gloves; he was wearing a MOLLE pack, sunglasses, eyeglasses, holding a fire axe (which has “And my axe!” engraved on it), and I like to imagine he was kinda skinny and had this crazy curly hair that hung to his shoulders.
I dont think I will have time to color it completely, so have the half colored version instead
Coloring rooms takes so long.