Dear awesomesauce ice pickaxe
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We salute you, and all 1300 batteries that were lost in the struggle for mechanics skills. The best damn crowbar I ever did find. And that includes the heavy halligan bar.
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I withrew from alcohol in the middle of the woods when I found out I dropped my gallon jug of wine. More annoyed about the loss of the jug than the wine, honestly.
I detoxed by 2 empty turrets at a roadblock, and watched lone zombies spend days digging at the turrets to no avail. I was woken up by no less than 4 wolves, 3 zombies, a tough zombies, and a fireman. And a flashbang hack that I hallucinated.
Having finished my detox, I spent 4 more days leveling up my tailoring and mechanics. Casualties were the above mentioned ice pickaxe, a pair of hard arm guards, and some cargo pants. I did find some .223 ammo though, so yay.
Now, with 4 mechanics and 5 tailoring, I drive off to find batteries/welder/torch.
I cant believe my survivor spent 3 hours trying to fortify some socks and all night trying to fortify an awl pike I traded away to a robber I convinced to peacably trade with. Yuppers, 2 consecutive persausion checks.
Being pretty has its perks, lads and ladesses.
Now its 0830 on day 7, and I have 10% of 2 gas tanks full of fun and half a windshield to do it with. And a morningstar.