I was transporting a new addition to my npc safe haven when something odd happened: So, I have to cut through an infested town to get to one of my supply areas, which is no problem considering that my post-human, bionic god, of a character can quickly dispatch of any zombies in sight. This is made easier as I was driving my death mobile with mounted laser rifles (<-- Rediculously OP by the way). The only issue with this scenario is that 1: npcs are not the best fighters, and 2: npcs don't like to be in vehicles without following you. So naturally, when I decide to pulp the group of dead zombies that my turret had just mowed down I told my npc follower to stay put. I told them not to fight things and not to pulp dead zombies, as we were still in the middle of an infested town.
I would like to quickly say that, due to the powerful nature of the mounted laser rifle, a circle of safety is created, that no zombie can pass (including multiple hulks), around the vehicle. If my npc were to exit this perimeter, he would no longer be safe and would most likely die. With all this being said, the situation seems under control, right? Well... that is what I thought to be the case when I stopped the vehicle to pulp a large group of corpses. As it turns out, when set to stay put (which is guard mode), my npc decided to ignore my previous rules and set out to pulp zombies himself. Usually, to avoid getting him killed, I would be able to just yell at him and tell him to follow me, but I was taking a massive amount of turns pulping a group of corpses on a single tile (including a hulk).
Thus, I was unable to quell the burning sensation of smashing that my follower had as he repeatedly fractured his fists by pounding away at the front interior of my vehicle. He did not once stop to think that maybe he could exit by opening the car door a single tile away. And in a split second of complete helplessness, as my ears were raped by the sound of "From the north east you hear 'CRASH'!" x200, I realized that this unstoppable rage, this burning passion for smashing, this somehow unharmed human, had torn through the tile my mounted laser rifle stood on and in the process, destroyed it. After a few seconds of figuring out what the fuck happened I realized that this man was not fit to join my efforts, and after what he had done I decided that a fitting punishment was in order.
So I swiftly pushed him out of the car and let him run wild, most likely happier than a survivor on meth and toast'ems as he smashed away at the rest of the corpses, blood painting the ground as well as the contorted smile I imagine him wearing. I did not hesitate as I quickly drove away, but not before honking the horn several times.
All in all it was an interesting experience, but I am still bummed about the loss of my annoying-to-get laser rifle.
