Autumn, Day 57
I spent the last 2 weeks or so crafting, welding, and making stuff with no intended purpose. First I made my standard superbase. Its a military cargo truck, but with 1 extra width and length added to it. Then I add spikes to the front, 2 fridge units, a few floodlights and headlights, some solar panels, a few turrets, and a chemistry set, welding rig, and forge. I usually get bored before I get around to the kitchen buddy, but I do leave a space for it. Before the purifier was so smll I used that as a placeholder.
Also, yea, I use tanks for water. And this time a gas tank for my flamethrower I lucked into. The flamethrower has not disappointed me, but has been of limited use. Would use again.
Anywho, I saw corrosives coming the last week of summer, but I was out of the city doing the above mentioned things. Little did I know the pain that awaited me when we celebrated the coming of the autumn.
First day of autumn, I found some russian craphead who was better with a sword than a beaker. He had an axe and I let him come into my newly minted “Landmire”. I got around to seeing what I should/could offer him. Turns out I could do a sword and a 9mm glock with a homemade suppressor. I froged the sword and cooked up some acid water. I boiled that down and made some acid bombs. I made some manhacks. I drove to the river and filled my tanks up. I crafted some zombie pheromone. I forged a 9 hour helmet so I could hand him my leather one. He had a cowboy hat on, and Ive been wearing one the whole game, literally since the first night.
This is where the trouble came in. I was so apathetic from all my crafting that I drove up to a mine with a nearby fema camp and did some more. The noises from below drew in crowds.
First a horde of Greenies. Then a few Hungry Zeds. Then, a feral hunter. Then, night fell, and I turned on my aisle lights. Then a Zombie lord revived the hunter and makes him a predator in one swoop. Then he ups a zombie and make him a hollow zombie. I got impaled in the chest area, and so I was bleeding. Steel spears kind of get a shorter end of the evolutionary stick rn, and so I was clearly losing the fight, getting my leather plate armored torso wrecked.
But wait, I think to myself, why am I letting this happen? I have YoY THE WHISPERING NAPKIN OF DOOM \o/
I threw the furry face mask of holding into my trunk and forgot about it, but the whispering napkin I kept on my person. Flicking it gently at the lord, a massive light erupts from the napkin, blinding the zombies in pure awe. Then, I pulled out my automatic M1xxx shotgun and blasted the lord in the face a few times. The predator and hollow are much less dangerous now that their leader gone. They are, in fact, headless in a fashion a little less literally than he is.
Killing them and ignoring the blobs that spawned form the lord, I healed my torso and almost show Alexander the Russian who was sitting at the doorway watching the whole show without taking out his glock or moving to help me. That ass.
I wish NPCs would get out of the car to help you. Or at least do that at a certain level of trust or aggression. I know that NPCs have basic stats that govern their behavior.
When we getting the CIV I ghandi of NPCs?
so, happy autumn, you sick pugs.