[quote=“stk2008, post:8282, topic:47”]That would be amazing.
Being able to store things inside other things.
I can see it now I could have a backpack for say scout missions with things aimed at that.
Another backpack full of food and drink.
Another backpack for long missions.
Being able to have this would as stated allow us to drop the bag with its contents.
Is this ever going to be possible? 
I truly hope so[/quote]
Just find a pet carrier, a dog harness, put things in the dog harness. Put that dog into a pet carrier. Find another pet harness, and pet carrier. Find another dog and repeat. Keep on going.
Enjoy the sensation as you cry and cry, killing your pets for food, as you made a mistake, you forgot to go to the grocery store. Now you are stuck in a room guarded by hulks, too injured to make the mistake of fleeing. Now it’s just you. Just you and your dogs. Take one out of the pet carrier.
With tears in your eyes take your knife and gut it. You slip. The dog knows that it’s gotta fight. You are injured a little bit more. Just the little bit more that you might recover if you had been able to eat the dog.
You put on a brave face the next time. The dog looks at you doing that stupid dog grin that’s adorable and infuriating at once when analyzed. You don’t know if its a look of expectation or happiness, like it appears to be.
You call over to it, ask it to sit next to you. You pet it calmly, apologizing with that tone of voice that dogs will recognize as a tone usually associated with praise. He’ll roll over. Looking at you expectantly. Inviting you to stroke the most vulnerable part of its body, the exposed stomach. You do so.
The tears can’t be stopped now. The dog looks concerned at you now, he’d get up and lick your face, but you’re rubbing his belly right now. The dog looks forward, certain in your loyalty to him. A hole forms in your stomach. Was this really worth it? Was surviving the Cataclysm worth enduring this?
You steel yourself. Even if it wasn’t worth surviving the Cataclysm, there’s the hope for a better day. One day, maybe years in the future, when the threats have been tamed. The new wilderness beaten back far enough that you can start a life. Maybe not filled with as many people, or as many comforts as it once was, but filled with people who you trust. Maybe a family. That would be nice. You’d even have the skills to teach your kids shooting, gun safety, and survival. They will know the right ways to approach the ruins. They will have a chance to forge a new civilization. A tribe, certainly. The ascendancy might be long, but they might have a chance at a better life.
That’s in the future. All you have right now is the certainty of a concrete wall and metal door, and the momentary silence from the things outside. That and a dog who has made the leap of faith and trusted you. A dog that has trusted you with its life. Despite the fact that you killed the dog that carried it’s carrier, it can forgive the acts against its kin. You are worth that to it.
The hole in your stomach has turned to a knot. When you do this; you won’t feel able to take advantage of the food. You know it has to happen. This is a dog, it wouldn’t be a friend to you in just a few years in the wild. It would have a pack, or it would die alone.
Does that change the fact that you are betraying it? If only. It’s potential with you, were you well would outweigh the chance that it would either kill you or die itself had you not tamed it. It would provide that companionship between now and that future family. It would provide a single constant relationship for that time. And you know that it would fulfill at least promise that it shows now if you could only give it the chance.
You take out your knife, and tell the dog that you are sorry that it has come to this time. You slit it’s throat. It looks at you for those last few moments as it bleeds out. The animation leaves its eyes.
The saccades stop. You know it is dead. Just as your heart. You have to continue, or else this monstrosity will be the last act of your life. You butcher the dog’s body. You contemplate honoring it in some way. The sounds of quiet padding outside prevent that. You know that scraping its name into the floor beneath you might bring something’s attention to you.
What could you say? You hadn’t even named the dog. You activate your integrated toolset, you have to cook the meat, else you’d get sick. And the sacrifice of an animal whose trusting nature lead you to take its life for your own would be meaningless, and more relevantly, useless.
Was it worth it? Was it worth it to drop a stack of items while dropping a single item. I fucking hope not you monster!
The pet carrier offers a few options in regards to this. They aren’t easy to get started with, but you’d be able to get started on it.
