Floors and roofs being the same tile is intentional, and the system used in basically an RL that lets you build.
It makes sense, I mean building a floor outside without a roof is kind of weird so having to build a roof over the floor is fine. Just means its a combined option instead of 2 separate constructions. I just picture my character is building a roofed house inside of a cave taller then the house is going to be, which makes the mental image look cooler in my opinion.
Several days of almost nonstop battle has helped clear my mind. Maybe I was just venting. Whatever bloodlust I was consumed by three days ago has left me, and now I’m thinking more clearly.
I got attacked by four hulks, each in groups of two. It was difficult to take them down back to back; I took a few beatings in the process, but I’m still breathing, and nothing feels loose in my body. I patched myself up and mended my torn clothes and headed further east. This time as I was trying to reload my new M1911, I got attacked by a bear. A thrown spear punctured a lung, which stunned him long enough to deliver the finishing blow with my broadsword. Then as I was recuperating from that ordeal, I found myself near a house that was swarming with black widows. I slayed most of them with a quick swipe of the sword, but one of them was lucky enough to get a bite on me before he was cloven in two, and even hours later, my limbs are burning like all hell with their toxins!
By the time my bloodlust left me, I took a look around town while I let the poison run its course. That’s what my high school gym teacher told me to do when I was injured: walk it off… he was an asshole. All the zombies, save for a few wanderers, were all dead. Bodies littered the streets in the wake of my killing spree.
Blackhive was taken.
I headed even further east on my motorbike to the edge of Blackhive and found a river. After taking a look around and making sure I was alone and safe, I stripped down and went for a swim. My limbs ached too much to actually go into the deeper part of the river, but I took the opportunity to wash the gore off my body and my belongings. It feels nice to be clean again, after months of living in this new apocalypse I didn’t want. Unfortunately, there’s no way to go back to the way things were…
But we can salvage our world and start over. That’s what I’m doing; putting a stop to the zombie hordes and making towns safe for humans again… wherever they’re hiding.
I vomited after everything i ate, I died of thirst.
It’s just rabbit meat. Don’t be a baby.
I snorted cocaine of tequila, it was aweful amazing. I was drunk high for a few hours 30 minutes. This is less a bug then a feature.
Ahhh, I remember many a fun night in one of my many previous lives, taking Vitamins of Vodka in the safety of the science lab. Ho ho… to say it was a hoot is less than an understatement, but then, not much you can do when you’re waiting out a spot of Acid Rain. I kicked the habit, though, when the Triffids came to play. Tore up the entire safehouse with their roots, they did. Awful hobby to have when fell beasts are around every corner, anyways.
Entered a city with a martial arts themed character. Killed more zombies in one session with punches than I ever did with a melee weapon. Then the game froze. I think punching out a brute was just too much awesome for the game to handle.
EDIT: Continuing another (previous) character. With static spawns I decided to make a car with no regards to how quiet it is. This first one’s just a modified car with a bulldozer’s worth of steel plating up front, a flatbed engine, and some big-rig tires.
Great success. Who needs stealth when yer in a murder mobile. I did lose control after hitting 2 hulks in one turn and turned a sporting goods store into a drive thru. But the armor plated car took the hit with minimal damage. Not even a windshield broke. Still think I need to make it heavier, so I don’t lose control from hitting a hulk. That’s 2 cities cleared on this character.
Three towns liberated under my belt, and a kill count to make Genghis Khan proud. Oh yeah, and I have a tail fin now. Looks pretty nice, but sitting has now become a little awkward, as has wearing pants. I decided to take the long way around from Blackhive to Gearhead… I mean the LONG way around. There was a road that went south, south, very far south to a bridge across a river to another town. I passed it by. I’m not about to take another city yet… I’m going to wait a few weeks to recuperate. In the meantime, I’m going to scout out more of the region, see if I can find something…
I went back up north nearby the evac shelter FEMA threw me into. I get that they were underfunded before the outbreak, but did they also have to embargo intelligence, too? Did they really have to ship me across states to the middle of Bumfuck, Nowhere? And where did that other survivor get her Mininuke? These are mysteries that will forever remain unsolved. FEMA isn’t coming back any time soon, and the Mininuke was already used, and its owner dead.
I stopped the motorbike as I came up to a mass of craters in the middle of the highway that went on for miles, just south of the evac shelter. I saw it when I emerged from stasis, but I didn’t bother to come over here. I didn’t think there would have been anything worthwhile in this rubble. A preliminary scan, however, proved me oh so dead wrong. Paving a way with my shovel, I dug into the crater and I found a katana! Ooooohhhh man! This is so awesome! It’s almost in pristine condition, other than a few scuffs on the scabbard. The broadsword is fine and all, but this thing is a work of art! Of course I had to test it! As I returned to the motorbike, I saw a wolf approach from the woods, its fur on its back up at weird angles, glaring at me with the eyes of hunger. I struck a samurai stance. A few seconds later, we charged at each other.
I didn’t even feel resistance as I decapitated the wolf with a single stroke. That was badass! After a quick meal, I got back on the motorbike and headed to the safehouse. I stored all the cool new stuff I obtained and made a few modifications to the M1911. The broadsword has been safely stored away, I made another steel spear for throwing, and I now use this awesome, new, possibly-authentically forged katana. It’s a bit more cumbersome to carry than the broadsword, but hopefully its cutting power more than makes up for it.
I slept at the safehouse that night, and as the sun was rising, I headed west, past the traps that stalled me the first time. My new familiarity with them enabled me to disable the more difficult ones, and I continued onward. At the fork in the road I headed north, speeding past some weird fungus creatures and a few military outposts. I thought I saw another town to the south, but again, like Riverside, I’m not heading to a new town just yet. I headed further and further west, where the forests opened up to a large plain. Up ahead, there was a dull blue speck that broke the green landscape, and I grinned to myself, finally discovering what I had been searching for for a while now…
Just found some mutagen and got Perceptive, Infravision and webbed hands. I was happy at first, but it looks like zombies can see me even in the middle of the night because of my infravision, when before they wouldn’t spit or shoot electricity at me unless we both had line of sight.
well, you got both full nightvision and infravison yes? (just to clear)
strange, thus i cannot really say as i didnt get infra on 0.2 yet. well, maybe they just hear you coming? or you got smelly or very smelly traits as well?
my experience with full nightvision, infravision and lightstep, would be that Z’s can notice you from 3-5 titles away even at middle of the night with thunderstorm, altho you have to make some more noise for them to go rush at you.
Oh yeah, that’s probably it. I only had Infra, though it eventually got darker even with that so that the amount of tiles visible decreased so I’m no longer sure if that was it. Still on 0.1 so I should probably update after this current one dies.
Raiding a town when suddenly copbots show up - several park fences are between me and them and so I decide to leg it since fighting bots in melee isn’t all that great.
They started to pursue me, but suddenly:
Copbrawl?
I had just started a guy and had ran into the woods. i found a group of scientests with a mutagen and i took it.
went from no night vision to full, no negitives.
Summer, Day 14
Somehow, my looks have improved even though my body continues to mutate from this fermented zombie flesh liquid I continue to brew. I have become addicted to this thick, black liquid. I only paused guzzling it to drink the refined version of it that seems to reverse some of the more vile mutations that seem to be wracking my body. I can feel my strength and speed increasing the more I drink while I continue to convert this cave I found into a comfortable lair to call my own. I never thought I would end up being a beast worthy of Hollywood horror movies after waking up to a destroyed world. My feet have twisted and hardened to become what I can only call hooves. The bumps on my back have grows into thin, but very strong, wings similar to those of an insect. My muscles have bulged and I feel stronger then I ever thought possible. The horns on my head and extended becoming extremely sharp. Frankly, it’s a comical set of body parts.
While out hunting the zombies who used to hunt me, I came across an expedition from a near-by science lab. Unfortunately, they never experimented with the same liquid that has made me what I am. One of them was even carrying a flask of it, which I quickly drank down to hold my thirst until I am able to cook up some more for myself. On their corpses was an id card for the lab they came from and a Railgun. If only my skill with firearms was as high as my archery. I will have to go collect some less valuable rifles to learn how to use them before I use the Railgun. I ventured to the nearby lab where the scientists were heading back to before they were slaughtered. Inside I met minimal resistance, just some scientists that became zombies and some tiny robots that couldn’t even take my wooden arrows.
After exploring the entire facility there was only one room left. I opened the doors and peered in and my eyes were drawn to a strange type of gun I had never seen before with a bunch of what I can only assume are clips laying next to them. The clips were glowing green, lighting up the general area around them. Approaching them, I saw a label on the table they were on which called them experiment laser weaponry. A pistol and a rifle variant. Only more of a reason to learn how to use fire arms. I grow tired and decided to head back to my dark cave before the sun comes up with my new weapons, and enough bleach and ammonia to satisfy my grown thirst for that terrible, black liquid.
By the way, I really like your writing style and story so far Lost, cant wait to see the next part.
wonderful.
I’m glad I could inspire you, Siferous. Well, here’s the new entry. Enjoy.
As the sun set in the west, I opened up the familiar flask of mysterious, viscous sludge. I don’t know what inspired me to drink it before, but it gave me that strange tail. Right next to me was a container of stem cells that, according to the label on the side, you drank, and was supposed to reverse the effects of mutations like this. It was open and within arm’s reach, just in case something really bad happened, like my thumbs fell off or all my bones dissolved.
It’s hard to place the taste of this stuff. It’s almost like molasses, if molasses was extremely bitter and you drank a pint of it. Obviously I’m fine; turned out I didn’t need the purifier. Sitting in the darkness of the science lab entrance, I immediately began to notice the effects of the new mutation. At first I thought a light came on or something, but then I realized that my vision in the darkness had improved! Impressive. I put the stopper on the flask again, and I noticed something a bit odd about my skin: it was turning green. Not as green as the alien chick from Star Trek, but green enough for it to be noticeable. I flexed my hand, and it didn’t seem to hinder my movement, but… it felt very strange, like the stalk of a plant. Maybe it was a side effect of the mutation, but I sure didn’t feel like human flesh anymore. Interesting… I’m keeping the purifier. I don’t know the full extent of this mutation, but if it turns out to be a bad thing apart from the superficial weirdness, I’ll chug the stem cells. Shame, though… I’m getting used to having a tail.
With that out of the way, I descended the stairs of the science lab. I remember there being a lot of investigative journalism stories about the morally ambiguous experiments they performed in these strange laboratories, but I didn’t think they’d be the source of the zombie outbreak! I hacked a computer terminal and read one of the log entries. It was about a human experiment with some strange virus sample that turned the subject into… oh god dammit! It turned him into my nemesis: ol’ Mark Ruffalo. I quickly armed myself with the M1911, modified with a spare clip. I’m not used to the number of shots it carries, less than half that of the Glock, but thankfully the .45 calibur rounds are much more powerful. If the Hulk was still around here, I didn’t want to be caught off guard. Fortunately, even though it was pitch black in here, I could see many yards in front of me. As far as I knew, I had an edge up on the Hulk now.
I swept through every room, but there was nothing around here safe for a few automated defense systems. I headed to the north east end of the lab, and inside, I saw a few robot guards roaming around this small array of lockers. Why were they guarding this one spot? There had to be something valuable in those lockers! Again, my night vision came in handy here; I had an edge up on those robots. They all had a machine gun for a right arm, and if they could see as well as I could, I would have been dead the instant I opened up those doors.
I snuck up behind one, quietly as I could, and fired several shots into its chassis. Now in hindsight, that was incredibly stupid, since these things appeared to be armored and I’m not sure just how effective .45 calibur shots are against pure metal. However, I must have hit something sensitive, as it convulsed several times and exploded in a shower of sparks. That alerted a few of the other robots in the room, and they came over to investigate the disturbance. I took a few steps back, and they rolled past me, buzzing to themselves. They couldn’t see me… this was too perfect. About 10 minutes later of carefully kiting around them and shooting them in that sensitive spot, and the security bots were all dead. With that done, I opened up the first locker and - oh my…
Guns. Lots of them. And ammunition to boot. Holy crap, it’s like Knob Creek in here! Why the hell were there so many guns and ammo in this science lab? Oh who the hell cares! Obviously there wouldn’t be enough space in the motorbike’s box to carry all the guns, but I could still carry the ammo. I scooped as much of that as I could into the backpack, and then I perused through the racks of guns in the other lockers. I could take one or two with me… I wanted something long ranged that I could use to take down zombies or otherwise from a distance, something with a lot of stopping power…
I’ll need to make a second trip. It’s getting late, though, and I’m starting to get tired. Of all the things I’d forget to bring, I’d forget the rollmat. Eh, doesn’t matter. There are dorms down in the lab I could use, and these weird sliding doors seem sturdy enough. After securing one of the rooms, I closed the door and went to sleep on one of the beds. Pretty soft… I could fall right asleep in no time…
…what’s that weird clicking sound?
Out of curiosity, how long has your character been alive now Lost?
It’s Day 6 in Autumn right now, first year. I don’t like how the seasons are abbreviated into 15 days each. It’s a bit ridiculous, but I try to write around that.