What's Happening in YOUR Randomly-generated Apocalypse?

Game Talk The Bunker
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My character has a bit of a smoking habit and it’s keeping me from studying a lot. Instead she’s been wandering around clearing out the city she spawned by and hoarding food while I patiently wait for her nicotine supply to run out.

She just found a pet carrier out in a field and proceeded to ram a baby Triffid into it. I’m not sure what she expects to accomplish. I think she wants to try and tame it or something, or just figure out how it works. Zombies are freaky enough but these plant freakazoids are straight-up alien.

I don’t expect it to survive long.

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My senior citizen turned tree has a custom RV that was rebuilt from the ground up with heavy duty frames and steel plating. He calls it “The Arboretum.”

Two M249 turrets with heaps of ammo, a turbolaser cannon turret, security cameras, spiked rams, 32 solar panels, 9 storage batteries, gas v8, large electric motor. When Elijah became a tree he removed the RV bed, the floor beneath it, and the roof above so that he could embrace the soil and sun with four walls around him wherever he traveled. Deathmobile: Check.

All the CBMs, guns, gear, and explosives an old tree could dream of. Mounted an electric forge where the jump seat in back used to be, so he can forge whatever he feels like killing with that day. Katanas, broadswords, zweihanders, fusion rifles, rivtech guns, it’s all here. Arsenal: Check.

Did all the refugee center could find for a stranger to do and watched their little ranch project grow into a fortified outpost. Became a marshal, sworn to uphold the “huh…what now?” of the United States. Fell asleep twice during the oath. Friends: Check.

To-do:
See if them diamond katanas that book went on about are really that great.
See if he can beat one of those hulking green things to death with his cane.

These days Elijah is becoming less ambitious and a lot more tree-like. Triffid hearts, fungal spires, ant queens, and tankbots, he’s killed them all. Just a few things left to do. He’s thinking of putting his roots in somewhere nice, closing his eyes, adopting some squirrels, and maybe spending a few years remembering his family fondly. He’s certainly earned his rest. God help whatever wakes him.

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I got creative.

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Works like a charm.

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So I went back to my chimera earlier today and found a rotten gallon of milk sitting in a house’s fridge. He was Yery Hungry and also Dehydrated from not eating or drinking for a couple days. There was a moment where I, as the player, questioned why I was about to force this guy to drink a gallon of rotten milk. But playing a non-thresh chimera means that he can (kinda) eat rotten food and drink. And the milk was the only thing so…

He drank the milk in only ten minutes. His morale went WAY down but he managed to become Slaked so I guess it was worth it…

If the internet was still around he could have posted on Facebook that he did the Gallon Challenge in ten minutes with rotten milk. But he’ll have to settle telling everyone at the shelter about it when he gets back.

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Poor little Sparrow only ever cared about the SCA before the apocalypse, times were light and fun and fulfilling doing a hobby for a job. But then things started to go down hill quickly and then one day the power didn’t turn on and the sirens stopped and only the dead could be heard outside. Donning her mail and her sword and shield she strode out to find food and shelter.

The first few hours were hectic as she fought her way the couple of blocks out of town but she made it mostly safe and sound, being a trained swords-woman helped. She took refuge in a cabin deep in the woods a couple miles out side of Crescent Creek, the town she had lived in her whole life. Despite the corner of the cabin being ruined she hunkered down and began the slow crawl of supply missions and fixing up the cabin.

After a month she was very secure in here position, especially since no zombies had even wondered close to her cabin. A couple working vehicles sat on the road outside her forest only 15 minutes walk away from the cabin. A swath of trees had been felled for a easier path to the road and her cars. A cube van, electric car, a dirt bike with a cargo box on the back, and an RV. Every other day she made a supply run to town or nearby locations and then spent the next day organizing, crafting, and reading.

Eventually a few fellow survivors joined the fold. One having taken up residence in her old house, another found at a motel, and another wandering near a lab. With them helping her and guarding the cabin she was able to make her way deeper into Crescent Creek and find her self a welder. A tool with unlimited worth. With it she was able to modify her RV and give it more range and fix up a busted up swat van enough to get it home. After finding the swat van she spent much of her time modifying it and collecting parts for it

Within a week she had a fully solar powered armored RV of Doom and was able to go for much longer trips. Her first encounter with the really dangerous dead happened as she drove up to an office tower. A hulk was making short work of some wolves and other dead. She floored it and splattered the massive zombie into rotten road pizza, with only a ruined quarter panel to show for it.

Almost 2 months have passed and she had another dangerous encounter, so far the only things that have challenged her have been Hulks and the occasional spitter zombie. This time it was another hulk, as she was exiting a grocery store she caught sight of a hulk who noticed her also. Grocery cart in tow she ran for it putting several cars and then a couple homes in the way. But it was no use it caught up to her. Fully expecting to die she put the cart between her and the hulk and drew her sword, long past she had abandoned the shield as it was cumbersome. It was suprisingly a quick fight with Sparrow getting a slash in before being punched across a couple back yards. and then charging back to get a few more slashes before being punched into the back of a house. That one hurt but she got up and charged it for the final strike. Ecstatic from her first real victory over a powerful foe she smoked a joint as she dragged her cart back to her RV of Doom.

Soon she will be driving a mobile gun system she just found to her base camp to strip down and build onto her RV of Doom. In the meantime she is currently deciding whether to move into a sweet mansion with 2 courtyards or stick to her cabin in the woods.

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Newest character’s name is Alice and amazingly enough she looks exactly like Alice from the Resident Evil movies. A real spitting image. Her destiny is to become a super badass so imma be real cautious on this playthrough. Promise.

She’s 2 weeks into spring (30 day seasons) and has pillaged 4 mansions and run over many a zed with her beaten up semi-trailer. So much so that she might need to set up a temporary base at the latest mansion because she doesn’t think her big rig can handle much more abuse. Already caught a leak in one of the diesel tanks and lost most of her fuel. She might just take a week off to use up some of her supplies, do some heavy reading and make a proper plan for her future abode.

Edit: Summer day 10

Alice boarded and reinforced windows, collected and bashed rocks, built a proper fireplace and cooked well in her new room in the mansion. She read many books and has become comfortable, not even tempted yet to leave her new home.

Note: I have experimented with the world options on city size and spread. Basically 75% max size and spread. Also 4x monster spawn/hordes, low evolve rate, .5 items, and dynamic/static npcs.

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On a new game, a survivor needed some antibiotics. I decided why not because they had a gun that I’d quite like when they inevitably die. So I get the antibiotics and as my reward i get this:

I consider this quite rude and will now plan my attack on how to brutally murder this NPC.

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Well my viking survivor armed with a warhammer (soon to be reforged into mjoljnir!) is doing quite well. Playing with wander spawn, static spawn for npc and with 90 days seasons. He have been gathering tools and books to be able to start forging and settled in an ice lab as a first base of operation.

We have been troubled by hordes because one of the zombies in a city we have looted managed to explode a car. One of the hordes is walking by the base to the city as a result of the sound from the explosion. Because of the horde we have gathered some zombie meat for mutagen brewing and trained our melee skill as well to become a more firce viking than Ragnar Lothbrok.

The first floor of the ice lab is devided in to four separate rooms: Bedroom, forgery, chemroom and storage. The basement is literally a big kitchen and a natural freezer for storing perishable food. Planning to start forging mail armour and some kind of helmet to match the viking theme.

Only time will tell if my survivor will end in a glorious battle and deem worthy to dine with his brethren in Valhalla.

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Day 03

Day 01 I was harrassed by Demons from the south, who ran around in small groups. I lucked out and found a security van literally right outside my burnign house, and, tossing my alcohols in, it started right up. 3 blocks from this van, a humvee was left in damaged but working order. I have to coddle the engine to start it up, but once running it suits my needs.

I learned that attempting to (and failing to) start up an engine consumes battery. I have responded to this new development by filling it with some spares I found inside the house. I put the AAAs right into the compartment and the engine turned right over. And not a second to soon, as an imp needed ramming.

I raided a public works earlier today, and found a welding torch top. I am disappoint, and hope to find a suitable propane tank somewhere. Maybe a supermarket, home improvement store, or gas station?

I found a loaded remington shotgun inside a house, and later 20 shells. This is my savior, and I have used it once to rebuke a firefighter zombie who was guarding a fire axe and belt. I have attatched a homemade bayonet and a brass catcher to it, and found a pitchfork as well. I have the basic kitout now. I even crafted some leather boots.

I started in a largeish city, so large it stretches north/south past my FoV and well east of me. I wam interested in exploring it, but require more booze, water, and foods. Some fungal zombies ambushed me last night, banging weakly upon the door until it gave and the pain of their meaty clubs was felt upon my heavy sleeping body. Doesnt help that I am also hard of hearing . . .

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Ugh.

I ran out of booze, and because I didnt find easy pickings I decided to explore and detox.

I wasnt in stupendous shape before the descision, but Waiting in a car is unappealing so I went and scouted. And tried to sleep so I could sneak in a craft and heal. And got harrassed down the riverbank. It culminated at a mansion, where I chugged some cough syrup and slept in a bathtub. I woke up to find a horde outside, and axed them. I tried to wait long enough for my shakes to stop to craft, and another horde came. I ran the most dangerou ones over and murdered those.

^^ this is 8-10 hours of time.

Guiz. I thought we were over this silly ridiculous shit.

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Why do I have 200+ kills, half of them from yesterday/last night?

Though, I will say that a horde spawned inside the mansion, as opposed to right in front of my face. So I can see the changes. :o

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My senior citizen turned tree

Quote of the day.

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I say, Pisskop. Lovely croquet party on the front lawn.

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[quote=“Zireael, post:11591, topic:47”]

My senior citizen turned tree

Quote of the day.[/quote]
I’m quite fond of him. Started the character with some light RP for my own fun in mind. Planned to cross plant thresh from the start. He still carries his pocket watch and cane around. No longer needs either of them, since he’s a combat monster any time of day.

I picture the zombies that shamble up to Elijah as trying to gnaw on someone who looks like Treebeard with a cane and a katana at his hip. Ill-advised.

Stats are a result of single pool, stats through skills mod, and certain CBMs.

Edit: Still haven’t gotten that diamond katana. Having a hell of a time finding a CVD machine.

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You haven’t truly lived until you’ve repaired a pile-up just enough to be driveable and taken it on a rampage.

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After loading up his wagon with a bunch of heavy items, the cart began to get a bit heavy. Sniper decided it was time that he began building his (mini) rolling fortress of doom, and began to scour for treads and operational military vehicles. Soon, he will amass enough ammunition for his future turrets to bring down a entire house.

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i found an almost destroyed house with a basement. When i went down into it, it turned out to be a survivor basement - but with several broken walls and furniture and several walls dug out, revealing limestone, rocks and rock salt… pretty interesting find, never saw this before - maybe some explosion caused this?

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Day 304 (30 day seasons)

Approaching year 4 of survival in this destroyed world. It hasn’t been easy. I’ve lost count of the number of people I’ve had to kill. Zombies, fungus, triffids, blobs, ants…hundreds upon hundreds. I have a good setup, an LMOE shelter with extra defences I built, stocked with good supplies of food, water, medicine and ammo. As a fully threshold troglobyte, I spend most of my days under the ground, reading books and thinking of ways I have to avoid being killed. I’ve helped a refugee centre out a little, not because I want to, but because I figure it’s better they like me than hate me. Gas mask and army helmet, plus covered head to toe in clothes and armor means they don’t see I’m a deformed monster under it all. Just a weird guy in a gas mask.
Had to kill a gang of bandits. Managed to pull a large crowd of zombies and a jabbawock towards them before engaging. Burned two of them to ashes with a shotgun mounted aux flamethrower with napalm, the others either were torn to pieces by undead or were gunned down by me. One managed a few good shots on me, but he didn’t stand a chance from a point blank blast of a shotgun.
Left the place in flames and flooded with zombies. No point going back to take their stuff. Just wanted them gone.

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I found a field campsite with a bunch of regular tents, taking them down leaves a large tent item. Not sure if that’s a vanilla location or from a mod.

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I just… found a mininuke in a spider basement… and i have no words to describe how i am feeling about this…

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I hope you’re good at sprinting up stairs cause that’s just about the most convenient thing I’ve heard happen :wink: