Okay literally last last
Dark days ahead?, Its looking like light days ahead. At least until I die horrifically
So it begins, Vecordia has tased first blood
Okay literally last last
Dark days ahead?, Its looking like light days ahead. At least until I die horrifically
So it begins, Vecordia has tased first blood
Two labs and a research facility later, and Michael is nowhere closer to finding anymore alpha mutagens or serums to complete his evolution. He needed some sort of upgrade though, he wouldn’t survive as homo-sapien alone. So with two test tubes labeled “feline” and a syringe, he sat in his chair took matters into his own hands.
It’s honestly a pretty rare find and AFAIK shares the same loot table with Elf-A and Raptor (and maybe medical, I’ve never found that targeted), you’d probably be better of finding the recipe(s) required and brewing your own.
Edit: turns out medical is on that loot table
Jesus fuck Bob, look at that monster. At least we know where you’ve been for the past while
Holly curled up happily on the sofa, glass of homebrew in one hand, joint in the other. With music playing quietly and the fire burning merrily she couldn’t help stretching like a cat and snuggling into her quilt. ‘This is the life…’ she grinned at the thought, the end of the world had its upsides it seemed.
Home base is done, comfy and safe. Supplies have been secured, smoke room, brewery and workshop complete. I’ve got a mine for coal, a room to store my nukes and I’m going to see if I can do anything with the grow room come spring. Things are looking up for Holly!
Full tour of Hollys pad:
After near two years of Poor Maddy surviving i feel its time to give the old Octo girl a much deserved rest.
Meet Tina O’shaughnessy Punker Girl who lost her whole band. Oh well…whos she gonna sing to anyway now? First run…she managed to make some pouches and got herself a crowbar and shovel. And a duffel bag to boot. Even scored a cutlass from a pawn shop. Next step…Find a basement and hunker down. Then…make a plan.
Turns up dial on her earbuds.
Screwed up installing the Probability Travel CBM, I was like “NOOOOOOO!”. Thankfully it didn’t mess anything else up but now I’m on a mission to find another since it’s easily one of my favourites.
I dont render dumbasses Holly…lay off the crack.
NEVER! (I didn’t actually use crack this time , just atomic coffee and a ciggy but no promises on the next time, I don’t like failing the PT it’s too useful for keeping my character alive)
Only losers use drugs
I wonder just how far you take that rationel.
I’m being silly. I’m just messin wit ya. ( ̄<  ̄)>(˘︶˘)(˘︶˘)(˘︶˘)
It’s done. Two feline serums applied and the mutations have fully taken hold. Good Lord, the pain was unimaginable. Michael understood now why the process was supposed to be done while the patient was in a near state of suspended hybernation. The mutations were almost as Swift as they were extreme. Bones melting, cracking, and reforming; muscles stretching, growing, reattaching to different points along his skeleton. His jaw and septum reshaping to fit his new sharpened teeth. Short, but still pronounced claws ending in razored points. And FUR!! He had a light coat of charcoal striped grey fur!!
But what struck him dumb, as he stood in front of the mirror, were his eyes. Not as simple as being slightly larger, but they we’re a golden yellow. Slitted pupils encased in amber.
He stretched and flexed his new form. He kept his augmented strength and gained so much more. He felt powerful, almost amusingly predatory.
With a sly grin, he quietly thought, “Oh… I can get used to this.”
Been to that one. I actually cried.
You sure did have some .50 BMG balls.
Welcome to the family ^-^
Suppose she wasn’t used to my kind of field work. She ran out flailing in the dark as soon as I shut my eyes. She sometimes steals ammo from the back but I can’t blame her. Guerilla warfare isn’t easy on you. At least I got her out of there.
What a mess. Guess we’re staying here for a week or so.
She looks away when I offer to help. Trust is tricky like that. I trusted mutagen. For a while.
Got spawned in a prison stairwell, couldn’t break a chair for a two by four and couldn’t break wood door because I had 6 strength…
Spent the whole day trying to get zombies to break it down before I died of dehydration…
Also, can you not pry closed cell doors anymore?