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Edit: Just found his name in the memorial files. His name was Logan Peterson.
I decided to do something really smart because I was bored. I made a hobo who had 4 in everything but strength and dexterity. Strength was 10 and dexterity was 6. I had High Adrenaline, Addictive Personality, Forgetful, Poor Hearing, Heavy Sleeper, Trigger Happy, and Ugly. I then proceeded to stack everything on melee until I could stack no more and then put a point into dodge and unarmed combat, looking back I should have stacked unarmed combat instead really though. Also, his name was random, and I never took the time to look at it, but I found it in the memorial files.
As soon as Peterson started out, he went to a house to loot. He proceeded to find a fancy dress shirt, and a skirt to go along with. As he put them on, he noticed that there suddenly were many zombies outside, where previously there were none. Eager to see how his melee skills would do against zombies, Peterson killed 3 or 4 zombies and 1 zombie cop with only receiving a mere scratch to his manly muscly pecs. However, he “tripped” and scratched his head up quite a fair bit.
Tired of having dastardly shrubs trip him, Peterson set out to find the gun store he saw on a map, which he took from his rotten old boss (And by rotten, I mean ROTTEN). Reaching the gun store, he felt like living so he took the Ruger 10/22 as it was quiet compared to the Mossberg. However, since he was as perceptive as a Fungaloid, he missed every shot and had to run due to lack of ammo. His torso took quite a beating, as it was down to : just as his bleeding stopped. He ran, finding an electric car which was slightly beaten up but had an electric engine on it (I’ve had about 7 characters go through that town and look for a car with that, and only one found one. How I missed that one is a mystery) so he decided to see if he remembered how to drive.
Surprisingly, he didn’t. Peterson was in such a state of shock that he slammed his foot on the gas pedal and started spinning out and fumbling with the controls into U turns and such, but for some strange reason, he didn’t hit too many zombies even though they were crowding around him. Going at speeds of 500 KPH, Peterson suddenly realized something, why didn’t he stop he forgot his fine alcoholic drink when picking up the gun! Suddenly he started to jitter, his hands were shaking and he REALLY NEEDED A DRINK! Poor old Peterson didn’t even remember his seat belt, let alone notice the forest directly ahead, and skidded towards it at speeds too large to be counted on his ten fingers! He was flung from the seat, slamming into the door on his way out and right into a tree. Peterson was barely alive and it looked as if he was going to make it, but unfortunately for him, [glow=red,2,300][size=12pt]gravity.[/size][/glow]
He landed right on his chest, breaking his already broken heart.
Peterson killed 20 zombies and 1 zombie cop, the 17 zombies while he was driving under adrenaline. All in all I’d say he was rather successful, and his zombie mother would’ve been proud. RIP Logan Peterson, you were the biggest Hobo of them all.
His last thoughts were “I could use a drink”.