Hey New Forum Person Here.
I present to you the story of Fishy the Fisherman.
Fishy was bestowed upon me by our blessed lord RGN by the saintus “Play Now”. She slighty buffed, and in her element, by the river, waiting for rescue like the outdoorsy princess that she is.
Is has not come and she is getting antsy.
Alright funny thing Fishy spawned next to a lab of all places with the basement of the lab encompassing the basement of the shelter. Didn’t check just asummed. Fishy likes living.
So Fishy makes the attempt to explore her surrounds and tries to gather food and supplies from the surrounding swamp and wilderness. After a dog attack and some cattail collecting she grows tired and starts to practice some sewing back at the shelter. Unfortunately her friend mrs giant mosquito and her suitor mr wasps comes to visit Fishy through the window and like rational person, decides to nope out of there.
No clean water and Fishy is getting thirsty in the semi wilderness. It is getting dark and Fishy is getting worried. She walks past a public works building and find herself in a nearby small town settlement with a radio station, hardware store, women’s dress shop and a few house. Fishy clears out the town with the help of her trusty nailboard and arson. Sweet sweet arson. At the end of day Fishy, with a bellyful of sodas Fishy finds rest in the remaining unburnt home.
With the rise of the morning sun, Fishy collects herself decides to explore the town. It was a good search, with a pickup in good shape and a case of beer in the front. Fishy decides to start to looting and considers staying put for a few days, but notices some trouble down south. A terrible shrieking is heard.
Fishy decides to check out the noise from south and notices a shipwreck! Fishy get excited and suddenly is scared. She notices a new creature called a Razorclaw. Fishy believes in her nail board, but notices the speed and efficiency Razorclaws chase and destroy the local wildlife. Given the pile of bodies of dead fish and small mammals, Fishy decides to keep her distance and explores a bridge to the west.
What luck! She finds not only one Solar Car, but TWO Solar Cars. Batteries charged and a decent amount of panels intact. Fishy is excitied. She is not a mechanic, but the thought of having power was making her mouth drool.
Then a situation occurs! A pack of Razor claws chase and kill an otter to the North, effectively cutting her off to the town she cleared out! Fishy is worried, she needs supplies and that truck looked good. So Fishy decides to try some science and she how durable Solar Cars truly are. Turns out, although the Razor Claw is an apex predator, it loses against the superiority of a Solar Car ramming them repeatedly at 30 miles pear hour. The Solar car is beaten, but the panels are in good order for the most part.
Shaking her head and rubbing her eyes, Fishy looks to the north. The Razor claws could still be heard shrinking in the distance and given the Razorclaw’s nest is quite close to the town, the idea of staying for a few days looting and reading may be risky. Maybe some scouting with the truck at the public works office might be useful?
Fishy perishes the thought while she butchers a few of the giant crabs she just ran over dispatched in an environmentally sustainable manner and for now wonders where the hell she can get lemon and butter in this post-cataclysm world