[quote=“Weyrling, post:2740, topic:47”][quote=“sovietspyder, post:2739, topic:47”]Well, my apocalypse in a nutshell.
tip to the wise, don’t turn spawn rate up to 15.
Even a small town has more zombies than 2 hordes.[/quote]
Actually afaik, spawn rate also effects hordes, so a single horde might overcome an entire city.[/quote]
Huh, didn’t know that.
So I’d be even more buggered going for the horde that was behind me than the town.
Good to know, danke.
I recently found one of those odd-shaped solar cars near a one-tile swamp. While I was stripping it down I headed over to the swamp to fetch some water and realized some water spots are unlimited sources of salt water instead of regular water.
Currently converting the former solar car into a sun-powered chemlab while I ponder on what to do with this unlimited source of jerky, bleach, and oxidizer powder.
[quote=“IcedPee, post:2710, topic:47”][quote=“Paquito, post:2706, topic:47”]I saw a set of shotgun and crossbow traps, and a dog was tracking me in the distance. For lulz, I thought I’d swing close to the traps to get it to run through so I could watch it get shot up. In the process, I stepped on a land-mine and got blown to bits.
Karma’s a bitch.[/quote]
And that’s why you always want to have at least 10 perception.[/quote]
I put all my points into intelligence, with the intent of pursuing the Alpha mutations late game. I’m basically playing a huge nerd that may become a god if he plays his cards right. And apparently that includes not trying to taunt dogs into trap fields. 
Just cleared my first mansion. Holy hell, the private library is AWSOME! I’ve got over 50 books, most of which either raise empty skills to three, or skills at three to six. I am admittedly dreading reading them all though. Also, I took out an annoying NPC to steal there clothes, and they were entirely naked except for a skirt and some shoes. And then I remembered the clothes stockpile I had a few tiles away.
Walking long distances in rain make it more likely to get the flu, who knew? Even if I magically towel off the wetness when I get indoors!
Dat sickness aggro tho. I walked up from the shelter basement in the morning, and felt the flu coming on. I opened the door to see
A bear
4 wolves
3 coyotes
A moose
My guard dog.
My doggie was quickly murdered. Granted, that was probably self-defense on their part, because a doggie with dog food is a homicidal doggie. Maybe they were actually just pissed I had the dog attack them, but I have a feeling they wanted to take me out while I was sick. Whatever the case, they were ALL moving towards me, and were all marked hostile.
That probably would have been the end of me if it weren’t for my Rivtech hand cannon (RM99 revolver). My main combat strategy is throwing and martial arts, but I keep this bad boy around for “oh s*%t” situations, and this was definitely an “oh s*%t” situation. One point-blank shot to the face took the bear down. I probably would have been ok to stand my ground, but I decided to head back to the basement and use the stairwell as a choke point of sorts. I wasn’t sure if they’d follow me down, but sure enough, an enraged Moose found its way to the basement, shortly followed by the wolves and coyotes.
BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG…
What a mess. Fortunately, none of this has to go to waste, as I have my wheelbarrow handy, and a charcoal smoker back at my base! Soooooo much sausage and smoked meat. I don’t think I’ve ever eaten so well while I’ve suffered through the flu
Ya, my current game had me spawn near a mansion, and I headed there first. I had to clear a bunch of zombie scientists and zombies before I got to the library, and was similarly rewarded.
There were, however, two other inhabitants. A cow-sized “Amoebic Mold” (I’m pretty sure I spelled that wrong) that spawned slime blobs, and a kraken, a humanoid with a piercing inquisitive stare and hands moving so fast they were blurred. The kraken was hanging out near a portal.
I tried to karate up the mold, but it shrugged me off. I couldn’t kill it. The kraken was ignoring me, and I decided I didn’t want to pick a fight, 'cause I wasn’t sure I could win. I stayed there for a night or two, but my company freaked me out, so I grabbed some books and headed towards a town.
I returned a while later once I was better armed and skilled, and took up residence there while I finished off the remaining books in the library. Me, the mold (moldie, as I started affectionately referring to it), and the kraken got along pretty well. I stopped beating up on moldie, and moldie was kind enough not to spawn any more blobs. I mostly stayed out of kraken’s way, because it still freaked me out.
Oh, the games moldie and I would play. It would wander into a room, I’d shut the door trying to lock it in, only to find it elsewhere in the mansion later! Towards the end of my stay, kraken seemed to had gone somewhere, which freaked me out even more, but I just about done with the books. I finished them off and left for good.
Decided to create a new character, basic survivor-profession char.
The young lady woke up in her evac shelter, and I quickly remembered why I always pick Backpacker or Student as the starting profession over Survivor: having a backpack to start out with is really nice!
Anyway, after finding nothing of real use in the evac shelter, I quickly made a nail board and decided to go out into the relatively sparse suburbs near my spawn point and seek my fortune, or at least a duffel bag.
Well, one thing turned to another and the next thing I knew, my girl was hiding in the kitchen of a high-class house, relatively unscathed but with a nasty 30 pain from cauterizing wounds with her starting pocket knife. Bored and with not much to do except wait, I found a sewing kit in the bathroom and decided to give a crack at training up tailoring by repairing my gear!
…Then I didn’t notice my jeans were already at “tattered” level and so were obviously instantaneously destroyed when I tried to touch a needle to them. Now without pants, I took a minute to dash outside, grabbed as many clothes as I could from the zombies I had splattered (which still would have been easier with a backpack…!), ran back to the relative safety of the kitchen and slurped some mushroom soup while learning how to tailor through extensive trial and error. Eventually I crafted myself some leg warmers and a pair of cargo shorts, which I decided were passable enough as “pants” for the time being. I gathered up my meager belongings, consisting of a bottle of water, my matches and pocket knife, that wonderful sewing kit, and a computer programming textbook that I’m not exactly sure why I picked up and takes up far more space than it’s really worth.
I went across the road and into the next house in search of a backpack and/or pants. I opened the door to the bedroom, which usually has a wardrobe, and saw four zombies all perfectly standing on the four tiles of the bed in the room. Okay…
After kiting the lovers through a window and killing them, I found that, true to my suspicions, none of them were wearing pants, excepting one wearing a pair of ripped-open tights. Classy. Nor were there any pants in the wardrobe, though I did find some nice things in the house including duct tape, a bag of potato chips, a can of beer, and more thread for the sewing kit of destiny. I also managed to acquire and fit a hoodie for some much-needed torso and arm protection. Finally, I noticed a set of stairs to a basement in the bathroom, and because of my past experiences with the massive loot-stashes in those, I figured my time of hardship was over and I could breathe easier. I went downstairs.
Unfortunately, this was the “minimalist” basement type without any display racks or counters, i.e. the most useless type of basement right behind the weed farm. I found an unloaded charcoal smoker, a soldering iron, and a driving skill book, and nothing else. Disgusted, I turned to the stairs and found myself face-to-face with a tough zombie who was hanging out down here. He wasn’t happy about me borrowing his magazine and soldering iron and tried to bite my girl in the chest. Her new hoodie warded off his lewd gesture and I retreated to the surface to better lure the tough zombie to a kill-spot.
I got him into a broken window but, because my character’s gear was still early game, she wasn’t doing much damage at all, and he managed to get in a bleed-inducing arm bite. After many, many turns of only dealing 4 damage per hit, the tough zombie finally fell and I quickly applied some bandages to my arm.
That’s when I noticed that I had been using my sewing kit to fight the tough zombie, instead of my nail board. Silently believing my new character to be possibly the most badass I have ever created, I grabbed a pair of cargo pants off my newly murdered opponent, stepped back inside the house, gathered up all the cloth objects I could from the dead zombies, and restored the cargo pants to working condition as well as finally crafting the backpack I had been craving. I ended the night with grabbing a pretty barrete I had missed earlier out of the wardrobe and putting it in my young lady’s hair as her badge of honor for surviving first day against all odds.
As I clicked “S/Y”, I suddenly had a mental image of her leaning up against the wardrobe, bandages and slowly-healing scars dotting the visible parts of her skin not covered by her patch-covered clothing, as she closes her eyes and breathes a sigh of relief, one hand dipped in a bag of the high-quality chips, the other holding a can of cheap beer that she pours into her mouth.
I freaking love this game.
I’ve come to discover that the charcoal items are all amazing. Go back for it ASAP!
I’ve come to discover that the charcoal items are all amazing. Go back for it ASAP![/quote]
I know they’re pretty good, but without a supply of charcoal or the means to make it, charcoal equipment is basically a bulky hunk of scrap metal I can’t really afford to lug around at this point.
My survivor came through spring pretty tooled up, with military gear salvaged from dead soldiers, a huge stack of food, etc. Of course, I hadn’t laid my hands on any warm-weather gear, but with a bow I wasn’t expecting to be face-to-face with Z. So off came the fatigues and out walked Bruce to do some more salvaging with his trusty shopping cart.
The image didn’t really snap together until he got back and I went through the inventory screen a few times and seriously looked at what he was wearing: boxer shorts, a utility vest, and sneakers. Dirty and unshaven. Pushing around a shopping cart full of random junk. At least I wasn’t randomly hitting shift-C or having him drink alcohol…
I would reccomend you do what I do, mark it on the map and forget about it for eternity.
Three words. Laugh. Out. Loud.
Sitting in a flamethrower tank inside a garage of my Stone Fortress of Doom (aka Public Works with stone walls and laser turrets). Acid rains kill everything and I have an unlimited solar dehydrator. There is a toilet full of gasoline in the main building and I’m drinking from it. What should I do with all this stuff?
Note: I have already carved a fortress below the main one with just a pickaxe and tried to set up a minecart system. Now my left hand is broken and I’m clearing a hospital with just a burnt bionic.
On a side-note: how big are those shockers? Butchering one gave me ~60 tainted meats…(v. bfa8d94)
Holy shit…
just installed the latest version, started out with a basic character build, and started grinding some basic skills while also making bum rush supply runs in towns.
made a temporary base camp near a mine, found a tokarev pistol and some ammo, started killing zombies here and there, ran away from some bears, and later found a sks, and took the fight to the bears.
made a pyramid of dead bears, started building a workshop/garage combo, collecting metal and resources to build a small rv/mobile command for long hauls from neighboring towns. currently on day 7
I found out how many child zombies you have to kill to stop feeling bad about it.
Man… I rarely find any of the Russian guns. Except for them Mosins.
Well Im currently exploring the map and being very angry that a tent doesnt protect me from acid rain. Guess I didnt consider that tent roofs will be rid of in the future
evacuated previous base camp, found a nice gas station on a forest road, wanted to make a door on the side, used a jackhammer, tore the whole wall down in one move. whoops. cleaned up the rubble but annoying hard to see through #'s still remain (dude what) made a new wall and door, started construction a side garage and workshop, made some cupboards to hold my slowly growing gun collection, found a M14 and some mods, collecting reloading supplies, and chopping down trees collecting wood, tore down a house with my jackhammer for nails, have about 2k nails currently, almost got killed by zombies, and currently recovering at my gas station base, while also reading books and leveling up my skills, trying not to get killed by the army of ants that recently invaded the nearby road
You can burn down houses to get more nails.
End of week 1, holed up in a farm to stock up on antioxidants. Decide that I’ll read a bit at the window, putting up with dogs interrupting me every so often. Second day of this the zolves start and breaking the windows so that they can get the old “Murphy Brown”. Windows get boarded up and I start reading in the doorway. Second night the zombies start breaking down the boarded windows. Kill 'em, board up the windows again, go back to sleep. Third day, the horde arrives and pours in. Get surrounded but they’re only regular Z, fatties, kids. Knock 'em over pretty easy. Toughs arrive, no problem. A Brute shows up and I take my hands off the keyboard, sip some water, figure it’s been a good run and start bashing. Brute goes down. I finally have to leave the farm bedroom because a smoker arrives. Take a minute to solder my raincoat back up to full (only damaged clothing) in the front room. Head out to break the horde’s line and head for an evac. shelter. Run into spitters, toughs, a shocker, assorted lesser Z. Stand and fight for a bit, only getting my first / wounds on torso and an arm, then I notice that my socks are getting damaged from the acid. I don’t know where I’m going to find my next pair of socks. Time to get out of here.