I’m glad to see I’m rubbing off on people, but what’s with the number of suicides?
Wasp house
never considered setting fire to the paper walls.
AAAAH Damn it, I’m so stupid sometimes.
Fire, the answer to any problem.
I'm glad to see I'm rubbing off on people, but what's with the number of suicides?
Suicide is a better option then dieing from acid rain, atleast for my character.
Well, yeah. I wonder if rain coats/feathers protects against Acid Rain?
In the case of my self-cremating martial artist, it wasn’t so much a suicide as it was a final move before the wasps finished him off.
[quote=“Iosyn, post:342, topic:47”]Wasp house
never considered setting fire to the paper walls.[/quote]
Oddly enough, the paper walls themselves are not directly flammable, but I imagine dropping something on the floor of the house and setting it alight will do the trick of indirectly burning down the whole structure, paper walls and all.
I’m not sure if that would stop the wasps from spawning there, but it will certainly kill quite a few residing inside the house proper!
Ah. here’s another golden moment.
Make a molotov cocktail and bear traps to guard my escape. check a house is empty of valuables and food, then run to agro zeds.
Reach the house with the horde in tow-- Forgot the molotov back at the safehouse.
/Facepalm.
An unbelievable surge of pain reverberated through my body as I felt something pierce my chest from behind. I looked down to see a branch the size of my finger having pierced through my torso! I looked to the side, and there was a strange plant thing that was shifting around, generating plantlife as it walked. The branch twisted in the wound as it grew, causing even more pain. I quickly grabbed out my M1911 and shot several times, killing the plant thing, and then I used the katana to cut myself free.
I spent the next hour and a half gingerly edging the severed branch out of the wound, and then another ten minutes applying disinfectants and styptic, staunching the blood loss. I don’t know how I managed to avoid getting something really vital pierced, but I lucked out. What’s even stranger is that as I was treating the wound, I noticed that the new wound was already starting to mend itself, albeit very slowly. Was this another mutation that I wasn’t aware of until now?
After I treated the hole in my chest to the best of my abilities, I took a look around town. There were an army of these plant things coming from the north, led by larger ones from whom many more brushes and even trees sprung from! Giant wasps, bees, spiders, zombies, ants, and now the very plants?! The entire world had gone to Hell, and I along with it.
Fortunately, aside from the large ones, whom you could call a Queen, considering how they generated more plants, they were actually kind of easy to kill. They flailed around with a spiked barb or some tried to wrap vines around me, but at this point I’ve fought worse. After dispatching a sizable amount of them, I started to get a little hungry. I planned on having a meal when I returned to the safehouse, but I wasn’t going to wait, not if there were going to be more of these things. Unfortunately, I didn’t bring anything with me, and by the looks of things, the wildlife fled at the first sign of the entire forest moving. I looked back at the weird plants…
I don’t know where they’ve come from, but they were quite tasty, especially after going so long eating mostly meat. Wish I could know what the nutritional value of these things were; I could do with more veggies in my diet.
Unfortunately, there were too many of them for me to deal with, and their numbers seemed to replenish around the queens. I cut my losses, jumped in the car and drove back to the safehouse. Blackhive was being reclaimed by nature, and I wasn’t going to burn the entire city just so they couldn’t have it; I’m not a sore loser. Hopefully they wouldn’t follow me to Gearhead…
I officially propose the stories of Lost get a new thread just for them. they are just too good to leave here where i get my hopes up with every posting.
fire, lava, yes.
Wall of text below: It’s the story of my most successful character so far ( the one I previously mentioned in this thread), well half the (current)story at least, I’m too tired to continue it probably write and post the rest tomorrow .
As I sit here in a farm in the middle of nowhere making my way west back to the FEMA camp I’ve set up in and trying to kick my drug addictions cold turkey. I sit there and think back on whats happened in my life.
I grew up a normal…human boy named Robert Walker, plain old normal parents nothing strange or exceptional about me or my family, I was an only child who never dreamed of grandeur never would have thought anything like this would ever happen or that I would end up like this. It seems so long ago since the Cataclysm, one moment everything was normal I was a regular 25 year old man with a boring office job, then there was news of a man being murdered and getting back up and killing the killer who also got back up, suddenly more and more people were being killed and ‘Reviving’ to kill others.
Emergency radio broadcasts were instructing everyone to head to the nearest evac shelter and wait for help from government branches such as FEMA, I immediately ran as fast as I could to ‘Evac Shelter 13’ I met a man there, a man who’s name I forget sadly didn’t get much time to get to know him that well, We stayed there for 2 days waiting for help that never arrived, I volunteered to run into the nearby town to get supplies. It looks like help did try to get to us but tragically died, judging by their gear I determine they were some sort of military squad among the bodies was a few MREs, ID cards and a FN-Scar-L with a bunch of ammo. Despite the new supplies I still head into town under the logic that a few MREs wouldn’t last that long and that I can use the rifle to defend myself.
First store I hit up is a gun store I find more ammo and a silencer for the rifle I then proceed to loot military surpluses for MREs and bottles of purified water and possibly first aid kits while cleaning the place out I find a battery powered purifier. As I was exited the building to return to the shelter I am confronted by a hoard of zombies I try to shoot them from a distance but I am a lousy shot only able to hit things with any reasonable accuracy dangerously close up, I ditch the the notion of shooting y way out and decided to execute advanced tactic: R.S.L.G.
I make it back to the safety of the shelter a little worse for wear, clothes tattered cuts and bruises all over my body but I survive, the man in the shelter must have noticed the gun I had and offered to teach me how to fire a rifle properly and more accurately I gladly accept the offer and then get some rest to recover from my wounds. I decide to go explore the surroundings and ask the guy if he would like to come along and help but he declines and goes off on his own to who knows where. After hours of wandering aimlessly I find a bunch of dead scientists and a lab nearby, I figure a lab is bound to be filled with all sorts of high tech stuff, I remember reading about them developing working laser and plasma weaponry which is accurate, silent and recoilless I quickly figure I could use the dead scientists ID cards to gain entry to the lab, I spend days maybe even months in the lab, I eventually run out of water and all thats left is ammonia,bleach and some purple looking liquid that I have no idea is. I start getting thirsty and the unknown substance looks like the best option to drink out of ammonia, bleach and unknown stuff. So I down a few bottles of it and then I start to notice my body physically changing.
Started with the ears, my ears grew into large pointed ears like the ones you see on some species of canines, then I thought the lights in the facility had come one then realised that I was actually able to see in the dark just fine now. Then a tail started growing out at well the tail bone it grew into a long and fluffy tail the fur on it was black in colour same as the fur starting to grow all over the rest of my body. Then a massive pair of pointed horns grow out of my head. Then my feet hardened a grew into what can only be described as hooves. It took a while to get used to all the changes but I found myself liking my ‘improvements’.
After countless more days wandering the lab taking out security and zombie scientists I still don’t find any laser weapons but I do find a TON of mini-nukes which I sadly cannot carry all of, so I decide to pick up 3 of them and make a note to come back here later to get the rest. I eventually find my up to the ground floor of the lab and decide to check some of the places on the map I downloaded from the lab, as I walk out into broad daylight and sunny weather of about 10 degrees C the sunlight is noticeably irritating to me and severely burns the skin underneath my fur. I decide that I should never go out during the day anymore after all I can see fine in the dark now without the need for flashlights or the likes, I go back into the lab to one of the many dorms in the facility and try to sleep till night…
any nitpicks,grammar nazi’ing, suggestions,comments etc?
I walked two tiles into a crater, gained a cat tail…
On other news I’m contemplating sharing my custom mods.
I wandered the countryside for the best part of two days before I found adequate shelter. I spent the first night on a bale of hay in a farmhouse. In the darkness, I didn’t notice that I’d left the front door open. I was lucky to survive until morning.
Lacking both food and water, I scavenged some withered roots from the untended fields outside the barn, and went on my way. The countryside had been plagued by wolves, since the human population ceased to keep their numbers in check, and they were ever-threatening to catch me off-guard, or without a weapon.
I found an abandoned FEMA camp at midday, and slowly cleared the zombies as they stumbled out through the twisted remains of the same wire fence which had once kept them away from the cowering researchers and refugees within. Some of the zombies were clad in military gear. My hunch is that the men and women whose bodies those once were had been the guards of this particular camp.
They died like the rest of the mindless horde. I dragged them through bushes and barbed wire, until they shredded their clothing and their limbs were tattered with strips of slime-ridden flesh.
I found weapons and medicine, but no food or water. Ironic, since I could now defend myself from everything but the gnawing hunger in my chest. I had eaten only wild since leaving the city. It was then that I stumbled upon my salvation - in the midst of a forest, slumped over bushes and lying like ragdolls in the undergrowth, I found a squadron of soldiers. I didn’t stop to dwell on what might have killed them, without leaving so much as a splash of blood, and gratefully shouldered an expensive backpack, and a few precious bottles of water, and hooking a powerful set of binoculars to my belt-rig. I silently thanked whatever had caused their demise, for it had surely prevented mine.
By the time I had quenched my thirst, there was little left of the water. I made my way northwards, chewing on a bar of soapy chocolate and some mildew-flavoured crisps. There is little comfort in the world of the dead. Peering through my binoculars, I spotted a military bunker squatting under the brooding sky, in an open field. As the first drops of rain fell hissing onto my skin, I broke into a jog, desperately praying it might be inhabited.
A hail of bullets halted my advance. I threw myself to the ground as the first hissed past my ear, followed by ten more. The grass around me exploded with tiny fountains of soil as the rounds ripped into the ground. I crawled desperately along a line of sparse shrubs, wincing every time another salvo sliced effortlessly through my meagre cover.
Somehow, I made it to a copse of trees and, out of sight at last, the danger faded away, leaving only the gentle patter and hiss of the acid rain sliding off the leaves above me. It was a few minutes before I dared to peer out, readying my pathetic handgun in the hopes that it might ward off any potential attackers. “I’m not an enemy! I’m alive!” I shouted.
For a second, only silence and the echo of my voice came back to me, then there was a click, a beep, and an smg sent five bullets slamming into the trunk of the tree against which I was leaning. Turrets. Somewhere inside me, the animal fear pooled into liquid laughter. Even the repeated beeping that responded to the sound of my voice did nothing to stop me. Turrets! This would be easy.
I slipped through the trees, keeping an eye on the cool grey steel that marked their position out to me through the vegetation. Silently, I made my way behind the bunker, and, after reassuring myself that there were no turrets on the near side, I dashed across the tarmac until I was pressed against the wall. My heart beat steadily. There was nothing to fear.
Having paused to catch my breath, I worked my way around the corner until I spotted the machines - a bank of four, in a square formation, all pointed away from me, silently aiming at the trees into which I had vanished. I picked up a large rock and threw it in an arc so that it landed out in bushes in front of them. They tracked it expertly, hammering it with unerring accuracy as it sailed through the air. They weren’t fooled for long. The sound of my feet as I dashed towards the bunker’s entrance was enough for the battery to turn, as one, to face me. There was a click, as they primed their weapons…
And fell inactive. The ID card smoothly slid into the reader.
Once inside, I used my last remaining card to open a chamber filled with grenades and bombs. It took me a while to gather up the courage, but I used them to blast open the rest of the storage chambers. It wasn’t long before I found a mess of wires and bio-mechanical implant structures - a CBM. By the absence of the usual matte plastic casing, it was an experimental model, and the phrase “time dilation” scrawled on a tag hanging from one of the nerve-wires was enough to warn me away from attempting to install it without help. This was some serious military gear.
I left the bunker armed with a few more pieces of military gear. To the casual eye I might well be a soldier - and perhaps that was a good thing. Perhaps any survivors might think twice before trying to ambush me, if I looked like a seasoned fighter.
The rain had cleared, although the sky still threatened ominously with a vast, slow-twisting spiral of black clouds. Looking back, I know that I was soon to find the place that became my home, but faced with that crushing darkness, the sharp smell of rain still clinging to the air, a blustering wind at my back and only a few drops of water to my name, I can forgive myself for doubting it.
I somehow killed three cougars in a window, then died to npcs THE SPESS KRAKEN!
After cleaning the city, I went to my garage to end the construction of my 3.35 V6 motorbike (Pics later in Vehicle Show and Tell)
Zombies, noise and cougars arent a problem anymore. Those jumping spiders are.
I ran out of ammo, time to use the real mighty thirsty nail gun
Cougars are actually really weak enemies.
No hp and they dance around you without attacking until you kill them.
Cougars are actually really weak enemies.
No hp and they dance around you without attacking until you kill them.[/quote]
The Cougar Leaps!x6
The Cougar hits your torso!
The Cougar Leaps!x12
Critical! Your wood spear hits the Cougar for 58 damage!
I think we all live for that last bit.
It’s bloody annoying. They’re so weak, but I really think they need their leaping ability nerfed so they can only do it once every few turns instead of goddamn instantly. Wolves and Cougars keep getting caught in my beartraps, so at least I’ve got a semi-infinite supply of cooked meat.
Also setting fire to shrubs makes a pretty nice sized fire for cooking large amounts of meat and boiling water, instead of just using a single splintered plank.
Edit: my main game crashed, day six-- about thirty beartraps and four dead hulks, so a new world and a new game…
And so it begins, once more…
He knew he shouldn’t have done it. Nothing good will come out of it, he told himself earlier, but yet his thoughts were dismissed and that was a price he paid dearly as he saw the NPC BuddyPal’s body fall on the ground motionless. Dead.
This was the second time it happened… after more than twelve months. The bee hives, wasp ‘houses’, spiders, wolves, and other weird creatures were more than enough for him to go through. Never again will he ask an NPC to lead him to a safe place. Although he didn’t mind beating up the crash-giving NPC much.
And neither will I do that when the NPC asks me to let him lead us to a safe place.
Cougars are actually really weak enemies.
No hp and they dance around you without attacking until you kill them.[/quote]
The Cougar Leaps!x6
The Cougar hits your torso!
The Cougar Leaps!x12
Critical! Your wood spear hits the Cougar for 58 damage!
I think we all live for that last bit.
It’s bloody annoying. They’re so weak, but I really think they need their leaping ability nerfed so they can only do it once every few turns instead of goddamn instantly. Wolves and Cougars keep getting caught in my beartraps, so at least I’ve got a semi-infinite supply of cooked meat.
Also setting fire to shrubs makes a pretty nice sized fire for cooking large amounts of meat and boiling water, instead of just using a single splintered plank.
Edit: my main game crashed, day six-- about thirty beartraps and four dead hulks, so a new world and a new game…
And so it begins, once more…[/quote]
So much japanese shit stuff.
I liked high school of the dead
But that is basically porn.
Also darkling is a furry, so I doubt he would mind weeaboos.
There isn’t that much really. About 95% of those icons are SHMUPs The other five is profit.
Any folders are usually for roguelikes, work stuff and Aurora. (it’s the 4x version of dorf fort. Make a 45kt battleship sporting a few hundred launchers? Expensive. Forgetting to put Magazine space into the design for missile storage? Priceless.)
Nah, I kid-- I went off the deep end a long time ago.