I finally tried the static spawn.
Now it isn’t possible to get loot at the town and you have to rely on alternative sites like houses in the forest or FEMA camps.
A balancing issue I found is the high rate of wolves and cougars.
I have to fend off at least 2-3 wolves and 1 cougar every few hours.
This doesn’t seem to be right when you’re only equipped with a heavy stick.
If you have a problem with zombies, find a lighter and burn one house.
Then start running around it till every zombie is burned down.
Look for more zombies and attract them to the hellfire.
Good luck with the lighter
Edit: Life’s good
Living in this garage for a month and a half has, frankly, been a bit empty. Most of my time has been devoted to scavenging for more water containers and batteries to fuel my much valued hotplate, in between fortifying the garage’s own defenses and catching up on my reading. Food is almost a nonissue at this point, given how the bear traps I discovered seem to generate their own supply of rabbits. After digging trenches out back all day, I returned to the front and found all the traps set off, claiming over a dozens squirrels and rabbits, even a deer! I ate well that night, but I’ll have to be more frugal about those traps. They’re meant to defend against ol’ Zed, not passively kill the local wildlife, and I want to ensure a large, healthy population for my own future.
On a similar note, I don’t get why the cougars and wolves persist on coming after me. I’ve felled dozens of their kind to the point it’s almost become a morning ritual. I’m getting pretty handy with this steel spear I made. The other day a Cougar charged at me, and I quickly chucked the spear and skewered the damn thing head to tail! Extracting it was a messy job.
Back on my original point, I have a garage, but no car. It actually kinda disturbed me that I haven’t found a car anywhere in this backwater town. I guess as evidenced by the numerous sporting goods stores on the southern end that people didn’t like to drive around here, but come on! Not even a bicycle? It makes no sense!
A car would be ideal to help me transport goods back to the garage, but I’m not sure how far I’ll have to go to find one. Turns out, I didn’t need to go far. After packing a few days’ worth of rations, I set out east past a nearby evac shelter and an ominous wreckage of some sort of military chopper near a fork in the road, I spotted a sewage treatment plant roughly an hour’s walk away. When I arrived, I found, mercy me, a flatbed pickup truck! The thing was in a state of ruin and disrepair, no doubt from negligence on the owner’s behalf (whose undead form came barreling out at me from the plant; thanks for the keys, by the way) and prolonged exposure to the elements and the occasional acid rain, but it was operable. Operable enough to get back to the safehouse.
Of course it wasn’t until I was behind the wheel cruising at 30 MPH did I realize that I have never driven a car in my life! Despite swerving across both lanes like a spaz, I managed to get it back to the garage without getting myself killed. After securing the garage and closing the shutters, I loaded the welder up with batteries and got to work on making the repairs I spent so many hours studying up on.
I may have gotten overzealous. It might not be fresh off the factory floor, but it now looks a lot better than it did. However, I did burn through almost my entire supply of batteries. Batteries that were fueling my hotplate and sanitizing my drinking water.
…I hate the apocalypse.
Diary of Hendrick von Derfmire:
Day one. Today I ate a man. He refused to give me any supplies. So I beat him upside the head with a rock. Again and again untill he finally stopped moving. I then retrived his knife from his lifeless body and started hacking away. It was messy at first and I was already crazed with hunger as the days had not been fair on me. Shelter was few and far between the stores that were around were guarded by armies of the undead. My task wasn’t easy but hey we all gotta eat dont we?
Diary of Mathis Fox:
Dear diary, today I learned how to boil a potato by boiling 5 liters of water into 5 liters of clean water. My plastic carboys are swelling with pride.
Summer is nearing its end. I spent a week frantically running around butchering every flashlight and soldering iron for their batteries, and I ended up with quite a hefty supply that will last me into autumn. I used some of the surplus to finish up on the repairs to the flatbed, and I felt good enough afterwards to take it out for a test run. I thought the engine would have it when a brute tried to broadside me when I crossed an intersection, but it didn’t seem to mind as the vehicle swept him aside like a pile of leaves. I don’t know if it will do the same to the hulks further north.
A preliminary scouting venture to the northern most part of town ended with me on three separate occasions running away from hulks on the bad end of a roid rage. After the previous encounters with their kind, I started carrying around a loaded Glock at all times, and plenty of spare ammo to deal specifically with them. You’d think a cap to the head would drop just about anything. Not the case with those bastards. The first one I fought in this chapter of my saga took 3 shots to the head and was still going until I took out my steel spear and chucked it with all my might, taking his head clean off. He’s not getting up again.
After cleaning house at the military surplus store, I returned to the safehouse and dumped it all out on the floor. Man, this place is a mess. Most of my days have been spent outside, but now that I can go on larger raids, I’m forced to deal with the pig sty. It shouldn’t be that much of a problem. My DIY carpentry is getting better and better as I made a few repairs to the safehouse’s structure and fortifications to the boarded up windows and back door. I’m pretty confident I can make a few storage compartments.
After several intents, I managed to clean 2/3 of a tiny little city. Day 7, burned a gun shop. Im an idiot. A remington 870 managed to survive the fire. Now I need bullets. And a fortress. That house near the Radio tower seems like the best option. God dammit, I want a hammer
rocks are almost as good.
Rocks wont do the work. Managed to enter a military bunker with a ID. Too many guns now
for hammers.
I made it longer then I ever have before (just started playing 2 days ago). I am currently on day 4 living in a mansion inbetween 2 cities. Living off of meat and boiled pool water I see no reason then leveling my archer, cooking, and survival up before venturing back into one of the cities to look for more stuff. The only thing I really wish I had at the moment was some salt to stockpile some jerky for later use. So far I see no reason not to live in this masion long term and next time I venture to the city I will try to find a vechicle.
well, i found that there is big nasty fungal spire near my temp camp. so, naturally, situation became hot.
few bottles of gasoline and lighter MIGHT been involved.
fresh roasted fungi anyone?
[quote=“unback, post:252, topic:47”]well, i found that there is big nasty fungal spire near my temp camp. so, naturally, situation became hot.
few bottles of gasoline and lighter MIGHT been involved.
fresh roasted fungi anyone?[/quote]
It is fleeing?
Diary of Hendrick von Derfmire.
Day two:
Today I found a masion tucked into a small forest. A perfect home for a wandering surviver. The masion would provide shelter and protection from the elements and wildlife. However, all was not what it seemed. I learned the hard way that the previous owners had placed mines throughout the mansion. Ive doctored myself back to health and disarmed all the mines. I even found a bow and arrows. Looks like I will eat well tonight.
Made it to day 11 now, by far my longest character. I think I only ever made it to day 3 before this character. I have been mostly living in a mansion working on leveling my archery, survival, and cooking. I have 7 archery, 9 cooking, and 5 survival so far and am good enough with my trusty bow to take out most zombies in my night raids. I went into town to find the last thing I needed before moving to a nearby cave that I can start using a jackhammer on to make an ultimate underground base. The cave is close enough to the mansion that I can make trips to restock my water when nessicary.
My plans for the future are to keep working on my archery so that zombies won’t be a problem, then going and finding mutagen, implants, and hopefully a composite bow. Going to try and find some vechicles so I can start working on mechanics and make a nice vechicle to bring supplies out of the towns near me. There are 3 big cities all within walking distance of the cave so I won’t have a problem finding a lot of nice supplies.
I decided to see what was beyond the borders of this strange town, divided into North and South; the Meatheads vs. the Gearheads. Going west was quickly aborted; I encountered two gauntlets of traps right in the middle of the road. I managed to disable half of them, but I’m wary about trying to disarm the crossbows and shotguns. You’d think it’d be easy, but they always seem to stare at me… FOREVER…
Returning to town, I encountered one of the dreaded forces that haunts me in my dreams; The Incredible Hulk! He tried to take me on. Of course, I was packing a lot more heat this time, in the form of a 3000 pound flatbed ramming into him at 40 MPH. Broke the windshield, but he died instantly. As I got out to assess the damage and mop up the entourage ol’ Bruce brought with him, I noticed in a nearby parking lot… a motorbike! I was ecstatic, to say the least. Now I have two vehicles. I quickly returned the flatbed to the safehouse and returned for the bike. It’s not in very good shape - less so than the truck when I found it - but it works, and boy is it fast! As I reveled in the fortune lady luck showered upon me, I immediately formed an idea.
Since gas will be a dwindling resource in the coming days, I can’t reasonably take the truck out for every excursion into the apocalypse. The flatbed is a gas guzzler, and there’s little I can do about that. A motorbike would be faster and more maneuverable than the flatbed, not to mention more gas efficient, and I can take it out on quick scouting missions and return home before nightfall.
I did exactly that the next day, this time going east, past the sewage plant where I found the flatbed, and found myself in the next town over! Further north, I saw a military bunker through my binoculars. I should head there, next. When I bombed that Outpost weeks ago with a nuclear football, I filched some military ID cards. It’s a long shot, but maybe they’ll get me into the bunker? Who knows what’s inside there…
Im currently killing hordes or zombies via 40mm grenades. i love bunkers. and lucky mutations.
Fucking static spawn…
Somehow got surrounded by swamp monsters in a forest while walking through the dark. The swamp was at least 8 tiles away. Too bad it was the only way to the shelter with everything in it. Ah well!
Word.
I’ve lost my last two characters to bears.
Found a mansion with a swimming pool, so I was set for water and food (hunting), and meth (stack of 26 + pipe) but sadly a bear killed me when it inexplicably spawned inside the lobby. Sad times.
There were hundreds of benches and tables, too, so I had plans to board up all the windows and doors and make the place extra safe…
