Had most of the second palisade gate built, or so I though. I build palisade walls instead.
bangs head on keyboard
Simon had decided that it is time to move on and leave the small group of survivors that he has gathered to their own devices. They are good folk but he misses the quiet of travelling by himself. He will visit from time to time to trade and help them but the open road is calling.
He has left then the best base that I’ve ever built and a ton of supplies.
I’m eying a nice bridge to build a small house, and maybe a pier, on. If that doesn’t pan out then he’ll just start driving until a place calls out to him.
Just sailing back home when a beaver decided to literally kick me out of the driver’s seat, run my boat aground, and then attack me for the trouble. What follows is the silly account of that fateful afternoon.
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Decent, need to accomplish something like this with mine.
Found a truck with four reinforced solar panels and a couple electric motors. It was otherwise useless, so I took the aforementioned components and rigged them up to my sports car. I then raided a gunstore and got a ton of ammo and weapons. All in all, a good session.
All I see is meat, 8 legged meat and flying meat that independently gathers meat.
Amelia Delorisista von Humpeding or Aimy as she prefers to be called, hailed from an upper crust military family going back generations.
Despite wanting nothing more then to be a regular trooper, her family ties got her roped into the bionic soldier program where she was promoted up to leading a team.
After beng sent out on a mission to investigate a strange phenomenon her copter was knocked out of the air by an EMP pulse and she is the only survivior of the resulting crash, the trouble is that despite being dead her team still seem to be moving…
Well, after a couple of low powered challenges I decided it’s time for some good old OP fun 
, I rolled out with the helicopter crash scenario and decided to give the stats through kills mod a try. I’ve bumped the spawn rate up to 4x and picked up impreceptive healer to sort of balancing things out a bit.
I think I’m going to go guns and bionics heavy on this one and see how it works out, I know CBMs have been picking up quite a few nerfs recently and I want to see how this affects gameplay.
I saw a post about making you as a character so i gave it a try. Often my characters are relatively close to mu own skill sets but with a few more traits and none of the serious flaws i have. So i have Itsa Meh the asmatic jack of all trades. Im a bit of a prepper so i gave him all my gear and my 4x4 jeep cherokee. One thing i did leave in that i rarely play with is fungal monsters.
So far ive managed to survive a week. Building up my tool stash raiding the edges of town. This most recent day i braved a mega store and found myself a trove of welding equipment. Its time to start reinforcing my beloved jeep. Now where was that atomic tank i saw…
“Bloody M***** F********, cheap ass, grifting, military contracters. What idiot designed the winter gear NOT to be water proof??” Aimy cursed to herself as she hacked along the edge the blanket. She was a mess, no getting around that, arms and legs in absolute tatters. Now that she’d dried off a bit she had to get patched up, the mission had gone to hell and no one was answering her radio messages.
After hauling herself clear of the downed heli and dragging her sorry ass away from the crash site and her reanimated team she had made way to a farm she’d seen nearby and holed up there, there were hostiles everywhere. She’d seen the reanimated dead a few times before, her team had been tapped to deal with past flare ups but she’d never seen them in such numbers.
Someone had F***** up, she could feel it in her bones. Never trust the damned brass and never trust the thrice damned nerds. Aimy was convinced anyone above Sergeant subconsciously believed they weren’t working the grunts hard enough if no one came back in a body bag and everyone knew the nerds got the common sense part of the brain removed when they got hired and nothing about this s*** cacophony was convincing her otherwise…
Had to wait out the pain, nothing at the farm to help with that and no real hope of making it into town in the state Aimy is in, no medical supplies at all but at least there were some useful bits and pieces. Had a run in with some survivor zombies and got trashed pretty bad, I think only the Adrenaline pump got me out of that mess without getting REALLY torn up.
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It’s too bad this is just a single player game. Otherwise my first long lived char could invite yours over, especially after you helped me while I was getting started.
Her horse ranch has been fortified from split rails to adobe brick walls almost entirely around. Shout out to my livestock for their “contributions” helping create/secure perimeter. 
We’re milling flour with wind power, smelting and forging our own arms, armor and tools.
We supplement our produce harvests with multiple snares for meat and the occasional hunting and fishing trips to keep our smokers churning out more supplies for our larders.
Our newest arrival has brought us to 7 survivors total, and we’re learning from each other daily. We have an (as far as I can tell) extensive arsenal, but all took an oath to use more primitive (read quiet) weapons, except for our posted sentries who need to bark from nearby and bite from afar.
We’ve cleansed two major towns and a handful of other smaller ones of the undead, repurposing at least one building in each larger city as a safe bunker and rally/supply point. We have reinforced a flat bed truck for hauling, but mostly prefer good, old fashioned horse power (from horses) to scout, rove and range. As I said, too bad your char can’t come heal up and visit a while. We could use a military mind in camp.
So to make a short story long, thanks to your and others who helped me out at the get go, my rancher girl is actually thriving. 
She’s living sort of like the old west and my roomie who introduced me to this game said her horseback raids are like the Comanche or something.
I think he’s jealous that I have a survivor who lasted this long though. 
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Always happy to help if I can 
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A loud burp broke the silence followed by the sound of an empty can bouncing off a waste bin, Aimy ignore the miss and settled back into her chair to enjoy the booze. She eyed the bottle of vodka with some longing but decided to leave it for now, she’d never tried barley wine before but that had hit the spot nicely and it wouldn’t do any good if any deadens came knocking if she was blind drunk.
The raid /Cough/ acquisition of required supplies had been a great success, trundling a shopping cart full of goodies back from town wasn’t something she’d really expected to be doing after venturing out but you don’t spit in Lady Lucks eye when she comes a knockin’ and Aimy wasn’t going to complain about food she didn’t have to chase down first… or the booze that had come with it.
The trip into town had been relatively straight forward though the lack of warm bodies coupled with the sheer amount of reanimated dead had her somewhat worried, the eggheads must of really screwed something up.
The lack of contact from HQ had left her adrift and uncertain what she should be doing so nailing down supplies and required gear had become priority number one, making her way back to base, by necessity, had been pushed to the back burner. With no idea idea how wide spread the outbreak was and in her current condition wandering around aimlessly seemed like a terrible idea that was libel to get her horribly killed and eaten, not a fate she was in a hurry to embrace.
Picked up some food, books and much needed medical supplies, the Nightvision CBM really carried the day for this one. Aimy is still pretty messed up, healing her up to full health is going to take a while regardless so I’ll have time to get some reading done I guess but at least I’ve picked up some healthy food for her to munch on.
Aimy looked up from her book, she’d heard a noise outside. Moving quietly she ghosted over to the door and eased it open. She relaxed a little when she saw a couple of badly mauled deads in the barn, shouldering her rifle she opted for her combat knife. A bit of rough and tumble later both had been throughtly deanimated, after getting her breath back and examining her new bruises with a scowl she started to look around with a sense of forboding.
Aimy began to discover more of the dead hung up on the barbwire fencing, dead but experience told her not dead enough. There were more still walking, showing signs of recent damage having somehow managing to cross the barrier. With few options she laid into them, betting her battered body and combat training verse their numbers and coming out bloody but victorious. Moving more carefully she continued to circle the property, as she stepped around to the front of the building her blood ran cold. “Well F***” she breathed, dozens, maybe hundreds of the dead were shuffling towards her…
I think Aimy sums it up best
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Aimy slumped into her chair, night one of the siege was over.
She was glad there was no mirror in the farm house, she didn’t need one to know she was a mess and definitely didn’t want to see all the grizzly details. She had smashed bodies, boarded up windows and killed and killed and killed. Killed until the the farm yard had resemble a battle field, killed until the blood had begun to form mud and then killed some more. She had lost track of the numbers after the first hour and by then she’d been soaked in crimson, both her own and her enemies.
Her first move had been to remove the deads sheathed in electricity, she didn’t know exactly what they were capable of but was willing to bet it wasn’t good. A few careful shots with her rifle had ended those, after had been a long drawn out battle of isolating small groups and drawning them onto terrain that favoured her, drawing them onto the fence, into bushes, anything that would give her an edge. She hadn’t risen to leading a team by being foolish and it had been obvious from the start then she had no chance in a pitched battle.
The barn had fallen, partly collapsed under the weight of the crowd. The fence was holed, whole sections broken down as they had trampled their own under foot to reach her but still she had held on.
As the night grew long she had eventually been forced to withdraw back to the farm house, her wounds reopened, her gear in tatters and several nasty bites to clean out. After patching herself up with her dwindling medical supplies Aimy had collapsed into bed like the dead she had just been fighting. Even so she felt she the fight had weighed in her favour, she had shown some teeth, thinned their numbers and got back alive to rest up. It was their move now…
I didn’t think to check before I started but I estimate that Aimy racked up between 65 - 75 kills since I’d been avoiding fighting up until this point, even more killed themselves on the fence and I was very diligent about getting those pulped.
The first night of The Battle for Sebec Farm is over, now to see what the day brings.
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The smell of rotten flesh filled the air. After three days, baring stragglers, the siege was over and the farm still stood. Aimy, wrapped head to toe in bandages, breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m going to sleep for a damned week after this mess…”
Aimy survived the assault! damn that was a fight and a half. The outer buildings for the farm are absolutely trashed and I’ve got no idea if I’ll be able to repair the fence or shore up the defences but with both arms on the edge of being broken and my gear totally trashed I can’t really move on until Aimy heals up quite a bit 
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Aimys arm hung limply at her side, even after the battle the dead continually trickling in. She was being worn down bit by bit and had begun making mistakes, it didn’t bare thinking about if the rest of the country looked like this. She had little option now but to fortify the farm house and hope it would hold, sitting at the table she carefully penned a record of the events that had transpired. If she fell here but others held out she hoped her experiences could help them, all she could do now was resist and hope.
My poor soldier is being chipped away at bit by bit, one arm has finally gone and her torso is in the danger zone now, things are really looking dire for her.
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We’ve got a wooden horse cart, drawn by a pair of cattle, laid out with upgraded solar panels scavenged from some college solar team race project. It’s charging up more energy than we can use for now.
Fresh, warm milk may not be the most appetizing option there ever was, but a setup that your “vehicle” can not only feed your crafting/welding needs, but also keep you fed? This cart rocks!
Our next destination is to find an autodoc. We’ve found, butchered out and liberated about a dozen and a half CBMs. My biggest worry is that these will make things too easy for survival
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It was day 25 when Aimy met up with her first fellow survivor, Halley had been fleeing from a horde towards the farm when Aimy had spotted her. The girl had finally turned to make her last stand when Aimy had rushed to the rescue, with the last of the dead felled Aimy had turned to the girl “Damn good to see someones whos insides aren’t on the outside… Hey, you all right?” her cheerful tone had turned to concern as she realised the survivor was doubled over breathing harshly. “Huff… Can’t… Need… Inhaler…” the words were forced out between strained breaths, “Ah s***, here, rest a moment” the soldier rushed forward and helped ease the girl to the ground. She looked around helplessly for a moment but another look at the suffering girl hardened her resolve, slamming a fist into her hand she shot the girl a confident grin “Rest here then head on to the farm, leave the rest to me!”
What followed had been a fast but determind raid into town, a hasty house by house search and a wild escape via a stolen /Cough/ conscripted vehicle, Aimy felt duty bound to help a civvy and she’d be damned if she let the first one she’d seen since the crash drop dead on her.
Hopefully she’d be good company and had some idea of what had gone down in the local area before SHTF.
+1 Atomic compact and fellow survivor!
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Started a new game as a military recruit in a helicopter crash. I’ve wanted to try some of the military professions for a while, but it just feels so weird starting with actual equipment and weapons.
Avoiding conflict the first day, he ran to the nearby cabin he spotted before the heli came down. It was in nice working order, so he’ll have a chance to rest up and fortify the place, before venturing further to explore. Look for survivors and scavenge what’s needed.
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First night netted me a hacksaw and the location of a generator. I will now die horribly I’m afraid.
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I’ve been toying with Magiclysm for the past couple of days.
Darwin Angel found one of the horrible red spider nests, and after barely killing one of the Demon Spiders, he realized he’s way too inexperienced and ill-equipped to deal with the two others that came out, but he also noticed the spiders were sensitive to sound.
He tossed some explosives over by the entrance, which lured out even more spiders, including a massive queen the size of a bus. After a couple of rockets, they were are all moderately damaged except the queen, but no more were coming out.
He drove around to the back wall of the nest, waited for about five minutes, then stepped out of the RV, slipped on a gas mask, and stepped up next to the wall of the nest. After five or so attempts, he managed to phase-door inside the nest, where he pulled the pin on a makeshift gas grenade, filling the inside with a noxious fume that kept the remaining few spiders mostly at bay while he grabbed a pile of magical loot, searched for the thinnest section of wall, and began trying to phase door out, hoping to hell his mana wouldn’t run out. It took several tries, and he was hit by a couple of spiderlings and a ranged attack from a bigger spider, but with 483 mana remaining, he managed to pop out to the west, run around the corner, and escape with his loot! Two wands, a book on alchemy, and a pair of potions!
Now if only he could find something to craft an item with the mana focusing ability he could use the Alchemy cookbook to make potions.
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I’ve been causally walking around in the rainy night. Listening to the music of rain drops and occasional thunders. Suddenly my surrounding went bright as day. At first, I thought it discovered a bug, but then I saw in log “A flash of lightening illuminates your surroundings!” and I’m amazed how much this game went forward since the last time I played in 2015 
Anyway, I saw a lot of zombies around, the tricky part is they seem to saw me too 
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Haven’t died horribly yet as I had feared. Fixing to attach some solar panels to an electric sports car, the new Tesla’s a cool, so I can jury rig the kitchen unit that I acquired.
Edit - Well if I had the required mechanics skill I would be installing solar panels. On to plan C…
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