What's Happening in YOUR Randomly-generated Apocalypse?

Game Talk The Bunker
801

Haha, after another glorious death (which was actually very shameful) I made a new character, investing in no skills.
So he has a few god traits and a few bad traits with suitable strength. I straight away decide, I’m going to be a Gun Maniac.
Instead of metagame thinking and going to my old death where I knew there was backpack I check my map and (Facepalm) a Gun Store was right on the outskirts alone. (Why I never went there with my last character…?)
So I arm my pocket knife, nothing in the basement : ( and go to the gun store…
WOOT, only 2 normal Z’s guarding it, must be my lucky day (Static Spawn)
Choose 2 weapons and all the ammo they use… A Taurus Pro and AR15… (I had no idea which weapons I should get but based off the descriptions I decided on those too, were some better ones but no ammo for them…)
So go to the nearest house… 1 Z behind it, kill him, beat him to a pulp then butcher him for good measure, then go inside, making a bit of noise by throwing a stone through the back window. Cleaned window and climbed in. WOOT, a backpack, ran into bathroom then kitchen and attracted a lot of attention through the front window, so ran… All the way back to the lonely gun store…

So I wanted to board up the windows, smashed every counter, grabbed a couple of rocks made a hammer, then board up the windows. Running low on planks but loads of heavy sticks… : ( Need a Wood Saw…

So run along road to nowhere, find traps and in the middle, a shit load of wood and a Wood Saw (Definitely my lucky day).
Woot, I have better things happen, but now, I’m not save scumming, I start with only 6 points instead of 24 and all now I’m used to the game (And save scumming killed the whole point of the game)

Now I’m in an abandoned gun store, with board up windows… Was going to do the door, but get the feeling It will make it unopenable…
So now…? I guess, I just wait till night, with no books…

802

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I’m hardly an expert on the subject, but I have a feeling that having lava in your hospital is fairly bad for patient turnout.

803

Must’ve been one of those new age medicine things. But hey, fire solves everything doesn’t it, and lava is like fire…Ah, who am I kidding, they probably just used the lava as an incinerator for the morgue.

You come in, you either leave via the door or the lava river we have running through reception

804

I found a cabin in a lightly wooded area along the side of a road a ways away from the last town I had been in. Because of the typical things that tend to happen in towns, my torso was beat up with “|” left and I must have been pretty tired as well, because I managed to fall asleep around 5pm and woke up around 2 or 3am.

Hunger was getting to me, so in total darkness, I wandered aimlessly through the surrounding fields and forests looking for tasty things. Relatively unsuccessful in the dark, dawn came and allowed me hunt out some breakfast. I checked my map and noticed I had wandered a fair distance northwest of the cabin, but just a bit farther northwest was an NPC, whom I decided to see if they’d have anything to spare.

He came into my view and I allowed him to approach on his own terms, and upon getting near enough, he shouted something to the effect of “Drop the fuckin’ weapon! Put your hands in the air! Don’t move a mafuckin’ muscle!” I noticed he had a Taurus Pro drawn, the same gun I had just laid on the ground. He began rooting around in my backpack, taking my money–“who needs that in the apocalypse anyway?”–my antibiotics–“never used it much”–some extra guns and corresponding ammo–“I’ve done fine without those”–and my three lighters and pocket knife–“ooh, that’ll set me back a little.” He thanked me and addressed me as “cocksucker” as he walked away, and I remained motionless.

I checked my backpack to see what I had left, and it occurred to me… What if… I looked down at my feet, and my Taurus Pro was still laying there, still loaded. I pursued him cautiously, with great consideration to my wounded torso. I got close enough so that I could fire accurately at him, although that meant he could fire just as accurately at me. I took the chance and hit him, he fired back and hit me. We ran through the woods while exchanging fire a few more times, both of us hitting each other, although I started losing ground due to pain. I kept up with him though by dodging trees and shrubs, fired and hit with my last bullet, and tried to reload only to realize he took the rest of my ammo. In desperation, I threw my meat-cooking stick, then my empty gun at him, and missed both times. I stood there quite dejectedly over my fruitless efforts.

I watched him head south toward a spectacle that I had just now seen and he must not have: another NPC fending off a bear with naught but a pointy stick. The bear tore though the poor, hapless person and, already enraged, charged toward the thief. He was thoroughly distracted by having to aim and fire at the oncoming bear. I whipped out my crowbar, sprinted up to where he was making his stand against the bear, and started wailing on him from behind with such fury that I paid no heed to my own safety. I wanted him dead at whatever the cost.

And so I made him dead. And while my thirst for blood was quenched, the bear’s was not. The bear had taken a few bullets, but so had I, and despite how hard I ran, the gray B was gaining. There was nothing I could use to my advantage in the clearing the chase had taken us to, so, with only “” on my torso left, I turned around and received two gashes while dealing three fatal, euphoric blows to the bear. Blood stains on my ripped clothes were getting darker and larger by the second with only “:” remaining for my torso, and as I prepared to cauterize myself with a heated knife, I remembered with horror that my lighters and pocket knife were still on my thief’s body.

Resignation washed over me and I was ready to die. I was content. Out of curiosity, I took a closer look at the felled beast.

It was carrying a soldering iron.

In a glorious, searing 65 pain, I merrily ambled over to where my thief had died, and proceeded to butcher and mutilate that piece of shit’s body beyond recognition.

805

I just found out about Dark Days today and was like “Yay, more Cataclysm!”. I start up, make my character and run down the road from the shelter. I find 2 cars (Maybe 3? One looked like it was two separate cars, it had a seat in the “back”) and decide to hop in it. Before I could even close the door I’m attacked by two black widows I failed to notice in the back seat. I’d say it was a pretty good start.

806

Running around like mad gathering stuff to raid a lab I found and had an ID for.

Finally get there, and there’s an NPC outside, last NPC I met had just straight out murdered me… but this one seemed to want to talk…

Talk to him…

“Put your weapon down!”

“Don’t worry, We’re friends right?”

Rapid flurry of violence that ends with me dead.

807

Longest character running, an unskilled and fresh cyborg with Armored Arms and an Internal Furnace sent forth on a sacred mission. “Find ye holy relic”. I managed to find a slaughtered military unit within sight of the shelter. Among their gear some missmatched ammo, ID, fresh water, lighter, backpack, armor but most importantly: a Flamethrower.

Fifteen days later I return down the same road on my newly repaired motorcycle wearing a Leather Jacket, leather gloves, t-shirt, shades, leather pants and a lit cigarette. I drop off a trunk of hot, freshly cooked wildlife for the old man, I tell him how the hunt goes, how I’ve watched a woman torn apart by the hoard wildy firing into them, that I’ve killed an unarmed lunatic with a nailgun, walked down a burning street with a dozen black widows. I tell him of the time I nearly died, corned by a zombie and a bear, bleeding and frantic, when I first realized I could switch a Tech 9 into full auto and killed them both in one burst without a bullet to spare.

My joy at learning how to siphon gas with a hose and refill my flamethrower at a moment… I tell him of the brutal Scorpion style martial artist, wandering a dead city who tasked me to lay to rest the one person he could not bear to touch. We talk of that first night I stumbled through the woods, fighting zombies and sick from mushrooms I came across a public works, my fortress of solitude. Of the haggard man who told me of a lurking terror in the woods near the FEMA camp…

Yet too soon, we must part, him to wait for my triumphant return and me to seek the relic…I stop by a sewage treatment plant and kick the tires of a hopeful looking schoolbus but it is within the plant I find a strange yet curiously familiar module comparable with my design CBM: Thermal Dissipation.

I suspect the world is trying to tell me something.

808

Started a new character and saw the map was so awsome , with a mansion in the middle of the town , a school with tasty mutagens near the city , a military bunker near a lab , a highway near gas station. The first thing i see when i get near one of the houses is a shocker zombie , i break in the windows and see another shocker zombie in the house. I then punched the shocker 20 times , absorbing all of his electricity and then the other shocker appears and i have to punch him down. My head had just 20 HP left and i decided to retreat to my evac shelter and take a nap on the benches while my trusty ol’ pal survivor watches my back as i treat my battle scars that i recieved just to get his USB software back. While im sleeping on a bench with the emergency blanket that i found in the basement , a lovely gentleman appears and his burnt out torch slips out of his hands and falls right on my head with a devastating blow that leaves me half alive. The gentleman decides to end my suffering by sticking his torch deeper in my brain , but that just leaves me in bigger agony as i desperately try to crawl to my friend NPC while screaming for help and swearing all over the place about how much i have done for him and he has never paid back.

The “friend” NPC was just standing there , trying not to look in my eyes as if he was a part of a bigger plan , a conspiracy!
I really doubt he would be in such great need of his USB porn collection in the apocalypse.

809

Chuck Norris, my latest character, who can OHKO turrets and brutes with lvl 12 archery, is suffering from severe depression after driving his “Chucktruck” through a horde of near a hundred child zombies.

He’s trying to drown his sorrows in cigars and beer, but it isn’t helping all that much.

810

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Butchered a few dozens zombies and started producing mutagen.
As result:

Totally worth it. Yet, i’m a bit sad about loosing “Fleet Footed” trait.

812

While searching for parts to make a unicycle, Clayton ‘Tiny’ Spielman comes across something equally as delightful, a [size=18pt]snuggie[/size].

813

I swear a lot cuz there’s no rivers anywhere in sight. Just the city, forests and fields.

814

today i learned that stem cell treatments are awful. immediately afterwards i learned that zombie pheromones are a life saver. never leave home without them.

815

My Guy Finally Found the fabled Robots for FUN and Profits he then went and had an 80 % chance for the targeting CBM and got a faulty
…And then I Tried to swim a river and died a horrible death of giant frog

816

i have visisted and cleared 3 towns and found no gas station. i read a road map, and it to confirmed my worst fears, the entire world has run out of not only fuel, but also the vvery gas stations themselves. my electric car which has been sitting for over a year with 2 perfectly working solar panels has generated no power. my driving dreams shall never be realized :frowning:

817

Stack up storage batteries all over the car (it doesnt matter where , they can be placed almost everywhere) , put up few solar panels and drive the car over a burning pile of explosives , GREEN ENERGY SUCKS , OIL FOR EVERYONE!!!111111111

818

Oxyconodone is gooooood stuff.

819

Stem cell treatment is bad stuff. Makes my bones melt and gives me oxyconodone adiction.

820

i have been using my modified pickup to clear roads lately but sadly it seems a pickup losses in a fight against a big rig