What's Happening in YOUR Randomly-generated Apocalypse?

[AseaHeru]

That happened to me. try only using one piece of paper/wood.
skewers are beautiful and useful. last just as long and you can get 15 out of a 2x4.

[Lost]

The season is changing. Leaves are turning brown and falling off in greater numbers, and it’s getting a lot colder. Must be autumn now. I can only rely on the world around me to tell the time of the year. Can’t believe it’s been over half a year since the apocalypse began. The fact that I still haven’t found another living person concerns me. I do NOT want to be the last man on earth.

Since bringing the semi home, I had to deal with the space issues in my safehouse. The garage can only hold a few cars, and the semi counts for two. I also want to make a workspace large enough to make any size of metal terror. So for the past week, I’ve been butchering furniture in the other houses in the neighborhood for all the wood and nails I could carry, making repeated trips back and forth from the safehouse. It’ll be a big project, but I don’t have much else to do here at home.

[Lost]

Several weeks of moving around two by fours and salvaging nails from furniture made Jack a dull boy. (My name’s not Jack, by the way.) I needed to get back out there to stretch my legs, gather more resources, do something else aside from throwing construction wood into a pile! I got on my motorbike and headed south and to the east of Meathead and followed the road to a farm in the middle of the woods. I immediately had to turn tail when I got ambushed by an army of walking mushrooms! You laugh now, but they were reproducing at an alarming rate, and I couldn’t efficiently chop through them with my katana without having it pulled from my hands. I also saw a really big one towering above the rest of the forest. They seemed to be coming from that one. Once I got some better firepower, I would have to check it again.

I headed back home, drove right past, and went north of Gearhead to parts unknown. There was another sewage plant and military outpost to the north, because you can’t have enough of either. This time, there was only a bicycle. Just kept on driving. Even further north was an interesting discovery.

I came across a small bunker with a lot of survival essentials, but it looked abandoned for the most part. It had ammo, but no guns; canned food, water, and a few hardware tools. From what I could see based on the layer of dust on the bed it hadn’t been touched in quite a while. I wonder where the owner went?

I slept there for the night, and I headed further north through the forest. The sun wasn’t up yet, so visibility was low. A few miles further north, and I found a platoon of dead soldiers, but these ones were different. They all wore a strange set of futuristic-looking armor that, for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out how to strip off of them. However, they also had a bunch of very alien weapons. Alongside a Milkor MGL, they also had a mininuke (holy crap!), some C4, M4s, and a Railgun! That immediately went into my backpack. I don’t know what to even look for to load it, but a FFFFF-railgun! There was simply no way I was going to pass that up!

[Siferous]

Lost, is there any way you can post a map of your world? Maybe with labels of the towns with the names you have given them, if it’s not too much to ask.

[Siferous]

Autumn, day 9:

So this is how it ends. I never would have guessed. It wasn’t the hordes of zombies, the mechanical constructions, or the twisted wildlife. It wasn’t the mutagen that I’ve become addicted to poisoning my blood. It wasn’t even starvation or thirst. It was something as simple as rain… Only this rain doesn’t just soak your clothing. It melts it off. It burns through flesh and bone. At least I have drugs to help me ease the pain before I finally melt away. I should have known it was cocky to go out hunting in between the thunderstorms. I thought at the worst I might just get a little wet when I work my way back to comfort. I can only hope that someone else will come across all that I’ve built and it might help them survive. It’s a strange thought that I started writing this journal as a means to pass time, yet in my last moments I come back to it to write a final entry. The pain is starting to get too great even through the heavy pain killers I have consumed. I guess it’s time to use my backup plan. I was never good with guns, but my target is close this time. Hard to miss a point blank shot. Goodbye…

[Lost]

Aww. You gotta watch out for the acid rain. It burnses.

As for making a map dump… Aside from stitching together a bunch of printscreens in one of my art programs, I don’t know if there’s a feature in the game to do that.

Alright, one more log entry before I head to bed.

[Lost]

So… I’m part bird now. I have feathers… of a bird. Not sure the Mardi Gras colors suit me, but they help keep me warm, and keep the water off me. Not sure now how I’m going to take a bath again. I’m going to need one after this.

I drank another flask of science in a science lab to the far north of that survivor shelter. I don’t know why; the taste is awful, and I’m taking my life into my hands by doing that. After my toast to the farewell of my human features, I tried to hack a nearby terminal and download the region data like I did with the first lab, but I think I triggered something. Immediately the entire lab echoed with an annoying klaxon alarm. Next thing I knew, I could hear the robotic buzzes of security drones beyond the walls converging on my location. Small ones, about the size of the ants from the previous labs, and equipped with very painful stun rods. I’m surprised the Katana is still in such good shape after cutting through so many of them.

Of course, they weren’t the only ones that came after me. The old caretakers were still around, and they were quite full of surprises. The first scientist I found tried to blow my head off with a laser blast from his mouth! I easily dodged it and cleaved him in two. I felt a painful jolt surge through my body like what usually happened when I fought the shocker zombies with metal weapons, and as the zombie fell, vials of acid came tumbling out of his lab coat, which spilled out all over the ground and quickly ate away at his corpse.

And there were dozens of them. What the hell were they experimenting on?! I wasn’t going to stay around long enough to find out. I quickly got the hell out of there and back to the safehouse.

[AseaHeru]

I vote that we move his posts to a new page where we can marvel at his win.
and i am truely sincere in this.

[Lost]

[quote=“AseaHeru, post:328, topic:47”]I vote that we move his posts to a new page where we can marvel at his win.
and i am truely sincere in this.[/quote]

Whose win?

[WCG]

stepped outside the evac shelter stepped on a landmine

Heh, heh. It wasn’t quite that bad for me…

I hadn’t played in awhile, so I downloaded this new version of Cataclysm and created a character. But I’d barely left the evac shelter when a cougar spotted me. I didn’t have anything but a rock, so I turned and ran back to the shelter, hoping that the NPC would help me.

And sure enough, when I got close to the door, already bleeding a bit, the NPC shot at the cougar through the window… missing the cougar and hitting me in the head - critical shot, 135 damage, game over! That was my shortest game ever.

PS. I haven’t read this whole thread, not yet, but it looks like I’ll have to. Lots of neat stuff, just on this last page!

[AseaHeru]

Whose win?

[PistachioLee]

Made my second character and world after having my first die an early and pathetic death. Gave this guy martial arts abilities to see what it was like. My shelter is at the eastern end of a small stretch of highway. If you turn left where it meets the main road, heading south, you end up in a small town. I took my NPC’s quest to kill their zombie mother and they gave me some incendiary, useless at the moment. I ran into town and found a car, but for some reason it doesn’t let me drive it. It says I need controls but there are controls on the vehicle already. Gave up after a bit and went into a gun store. Mostly just appeared to be ammo and shotguns but I finally found a small .38 revolver and 28 bullets.

Headed a bit further into town to a military surplus store and was chased by some child zombies. Seemed odd since the time hadn’t reached 9:30 yet. I picked up a rucksack, some water bottles, two skill books, a cot and a few MREs, a flashlight, first aid kit and binoculars. Two child zombies broke in the window as I was finished up and I took the first one on in a doorway. They got some shots off beforehand and the weight of the rucksack tripped me up more than I thought and I took quite a bit of damage to my torso. After dropping the first one I decided it was time to get the hell out of dodge and started running back towards my shelter. Had to outrun a ton of child zombies, and once 9:30 hit a few minutes later, a few regular Z’s as well. Made it to my shelter all right though. Gonna heal up and check out those skill books now I guess, maybe try and make a run towards the car at night.

Quick Edit: Tried to lie to my NPC about killing her mother, got shot dead.

[Lost]

[quote=“Lost, post:329, topic:47”]Whose win?[/quote]The person whos quote i am using. you

Heh, thanks. I’ll consider making a special thread for my survivors’ stories (plural in the inevitable conclusion that he dies, however it may be).

[Caconym]

Day 4 of summer and I am trying to get over addictions to cocaine,marijuana,heroin,booze and sleeping pills it was crazy last couple of days on so many drugs.

[Iosyn]

Day four?

Jeez, crackheads everywhere these days.
That said I’m on day three with nicotine withdrawls. Thankfully I’ve got a plentiful supply of smokes and the only downside is -1 int and occasional cravings. Gonna smoke some pot while I read up some books.

[Caconym]

Drugs don’t help that much, I mostly take them to gen more XP after running out and still have a hoard of zombies needing to be impaled on horns or kicked in the face with a hoof.
Basically being a (cybernetically enhanced)super-mutant helps, lots.

[Iosyn]

found a flask of mutagen in a basement.
/Chugchugchug

'You gain High Night Vision!'
Fuck yeah. It already saved my ass on day two.
‘You gain a small stubby tail!’
'You are cold-blooded!'
Daw. Seriously, even with robust genetics?

Also I’m trying to clear out a few houses and suddenly a bear that was ignoring me is now tracking me.
Open window? hopefully I can shoot it in the face enough times until it gets the idea.
Edit: Bear dead in three shots. I died of bloodloss about 6 tiles away.

[Greiger]

Stubby tail isn’t really bad (though I guess it does count as a bad mutation technically) everything that evolves into is good, especially for melee chars. Even the one bad mutation that can turn into isn’t so much bad as just useless.

Cold-Blooded is bad luck though. It can be lived with though if you have your starting sneakers, they more or less balance eachother out.

[Lost]

Winter has come to Apocalyptia. Even with the thermal piping that replaced my blood veins (Nanomachines.), the cold still bites at my skin, and as a result, I got a cold. Probably doesn’t help that I’ve been sustaining myself on cooked game, MREs, jerky and potato chips for the past three fourths of a year; I’m not getting ALL the required nutrition. Fortunately, I’ve been able to find the occasional bushel of wild strawberries (and a few apples) to ward off scurvy. Hah! Scurvy in 2033!

…I miss the taste of a good banana, though…

I returned to Blackhive, taking a look around in the garages, then I had to triple back on foot, because I found yet another vehicle! Call me a hoarder, but I can’t have too many vehicle resources for when I build my dream dreadnought. It was a four-door sedan, but it had quite a bit of engine power. I went around from garage to garage, grabbing as many vehicle parts as I could find and threw it all into the car. I found a few parts necessary to make an electric car, which will be invaluable when the gasoline runs out.

After stripping the garages bare, I took a look around for anything I may have missed. That’s strange… that house across the street… I don’t remember it having so many trees…

UUUGHH!

[geldonyetich]

No one ever said the apocolypse was fair. Me and the other members of my dojo were feeling optimistic when we made it to the evac shelter, believing our martial arts training would pay off at last. We were fools, our little community karate center did not train nearly at the level needed to survive. Not when whoever built this evac shelter thought it would be a good idea to put it between two city districts and several swamps.

So we would just run away when we saw trouble, right? Wrong. On day 2 out of the shelter, one of my predecessors was itching to put his experience to work, so went looking for a zombie training dummy. Just outside of the city limits, a massive horde of zombies appears out of nowhere at the edge of his vision. It included two fast zombies backed up by zombie necromancers. Poor bastard didn’t have a chance; I guess he should have tried raiding at night.

The next member of my dojo to venture out tried that, but he ran into wasps - giant freakin’ wasps in the middle of the night, whisper quiet but faster than the typical running man could evade! Once again, there was no escape.

I thought I was better off than them. I was trailing two other survivors and a dog from our shelter, raiding at night. I was fleet footed and quick, maybe even fast enough to evade a giant wasp if I ran afoul of it in the middle of the night, right? Wrong. I’ve blundered across another wasp, and quickly found that I was not quick enough. The wasp ignored the other members of the shelter and went straight for me. I’m doomed.

But I found a lighter on the corpse of one of my ex-classmates, and it seems I’m inside of the wasp-infested house now. I’m not getting out of here alive, but I’m going to get a free cremation out of the deal, and the fourth member of my dojo is not going to have to worry about this damn wasp-infested house anymore.