Post by johnwildkins on Jun 16, 2012 8:06:39 GMT
Hello there, Rogue Survivors!
Kinda new to these forums here, but I wanted to share my story of my survival. I'll be typing in character for most, but have some comments after certain points that will be denoted.
I just want to quickly share a few things:
Mode: Corpses & Infection
Race: Living
Gender: Male
Starting Stat: Light Eater (randomized)
Name: Greg Carpenter
So without further ado, here we go.
DAY 0 - HOUR 0 - TURN 0
A groggy feeling in my eyes, I awake to my friend, Phil Vance, leaving through the doorway. Curious. Why was he in my hou-
Ogh.....
I've got a terrible headache. I need to find my medicine..and what's that noise outside? Sounds like a terrible racket.
I pass through the doorway, looking at some fresh groceries and a can of soup on the kitchen table.
"Curious...I don't remember placing these here..", I groggily state.
I pick them up, wishing to return them to the fridge.
New Item Acquired: Groceries
New Item Acquired: Canned Food (1/3)
Oddly enough, when I pass through the doorway again, I see two more people, though I am not acquainted with them. I demand to know their reasoning for the rather rude entry of my house.
"Why are you in my house, sir?", I question.
"It's the zombie apocalypse man! Everyone for themselves!", the man states before running away with his hands full of groceries.
".....What?", I confusedly ask myself.
The zombie apocalypse? That's...well, simply impossible. I quickly head out of the room, making my way towards the door. I get onto the sidewalk and peer onto the city ahead.
The hellhole that has become of it, anyway.
"What...this is impossible!", I exclaim in frustration.
It's now nighttime, by my estimation somewhere around one or two in the morning. It's quiet, except for the low crackle of burning cars and the random footsteps every once in a while. I make my way down the street, trying to remember where everything is. I need supplies, if this has really happened. A weapon, possibly, but I hope that whatever threat is really here - the man is not entirely trustable, if even sane - can be reasoned with. I do need food, medicine, and water though. Every once in a while I hear shrieks of pure terror, wondering what could possibly trigger such emotion. That is, until I turn the corner.
A man is walking toward me. His trousers and shirt caked in blood, his arm missing most of the skin and a lot of tissue, revealing the bone in several places. His face is mangled, missing an eye and having several beet red lacerations.
"Are you...okay?"
"Mmrhhh..."
I stumble away from the....thing - it frankly scares the daylights out of me. And then I notice...another, similar man, is walking behind me, slowly shambling up to me. I climb on top of a broken car and then slide down the other side, advancing down the street once more, in the hope that I can outrun these hellish creatures.
I enter the shopping district. I hope here I can find some supplies worth something - I hope they haven't been looted.
And then another hellborne creature comes to play. By the looks of it, a skeleton, seemingly out of the books of fabled lore, but very real in this case, is pacing towards me at a rapid pace. I quickly turn around and attempt to outrun it, but it is not looking good for Mr. Carpenter.
AGH!
HP: 26/30
His fingers dig into my back, scraping downward. I can not look at the wound, but I can feel my shirt beginning to dampen with what is most likely blood. I keep running, desperate to escape this hellish nightmare that has swept over me. I hop over another wrecked car, desperately sliding down the other side to gain some tactical advantage if that were possible. He continues chasing me down the street. I turn a corner and sidestep around a car - hopefully this will trip him up. But no, he does not falter, continuing to chase me. I run into the local supermarket, hoping that in there lies some salvation if any.
AAAHHHH!
HP: 18/30
He bites onto my arm, ripping off skin and flesh as he detaches. My arm is caked in blood, and is steadily bleeding out of the wound. I need medical attention and fast. But the skeleton is showing no signs of relief. This will be a long night.
He chases me down the grocery aisles, one after one, no matter which way I attempt to mess him up. I trip somewhere at the end of the aisle and I feel his claws digging into my flesh once more, excruciatingly painful as I attempt to climb back up to continue running from him. I run out of the store, hoping to find somewhere else to hide in.
And just as I make it to a new store, the sun begins to rise. Well, suppose that's good, at least the sun isn't just a figment of my imagination. I feel a bit more sane, at least, about this zombie apocalypse. I had been saying it was possible, and that those new treatments from that big corporation downtown was a really bad idea, but nobody listened. Now I have a bit more security in my intellect.
New Trait Acquired: Strong Psyche
Of course, no time for being philosophical, it's time to run from that terrible skeleton! I dash my way into the toolshop, hoping to find at least one item to help me in my endeavor.
I run past a lady in jeans and a t-shirt, holding what appears to be a hunting crossbow. I hear her drawing back the crossbow, and then a THWANG followed by a large crack. I turn and see the skeleton's top half fall over and the bottom half slump to the ground.
"Thank you, miss...he has kept me on the run for a while."
"Naw a pro'lem, boi."
I want to find something with some range. If I'm going to have to take these creatures out, I want to do it from far away, and...
Aha. A hunting rifle. And...a box of ammo. Great! I can probably survive for a while with this. But I still need medical..ogh...attention.
New Item Acquired: Hunting Rifle (7/7)
New Item Acquired: Rifle Ammo (14/14)
I turn to leave the shop...and then I hear the scream.
Greg Carpenter, civilian
[Inventory]
Canned Food (1/3)
Groceries
Hunting Rifle (7/7)
Rifle Ammo (14/14)
[Statistics]
HP: 18/30
FOOD: 1184/1584
SLEEP: 1024/1800
SAN: 2647/2880
INF: 0%
Kinda new to these forums here, but I wanted to share my story of my survival. I'll be typing in character for most, but have some comments after certain points that will be denoted.
I just want to quickly share a few things:
Mode: Corpses & Infection
Race: Living
Gender: Male
Starting Stat: Light Eater (randomized)
Name: Greg Carpenter
So without further ado, here we go.
DAY 0 - HOUR 0 - TURN 0
A groggy feeling in my eyes, I awake to my friend, Phil Vance, leaving through the doorway. Curious. Why was he in my hou-
Ogh.....
I've got a terrible headache. I need to find my medicine..and what's that noise outside? Sounds like a terrible racket.
I pass through the doorway, looking at some fresh groceries and a can of soup on the kitchen table.
"Curious...I don't remember placing these here..", I groggily state.
I pick them up, wishing to return them to the fridge.
New Item Acquired: Groceries
New Item Acquired: Canned Food (1/3)
Oddly enough, when I pass through the doorway again, I see two more people, though I am not acquainted with them. I demand to know their reasoning for the rather rude entry of my house.
"Why are you in my house, sir?", I question.
"It's the zombie apocalypse man! Everyone for themselves!", the man states before running away with his hands full of groceries.
".....What?", I confusedly ask myself.
The zombie apocalypse? That's...well, simply impossible. I quickly head out of the room, making my way towards the door. I get onto the sidewalk and peer onto the city ahead.
The hellhole that has become of it, anyway.
"What...this is impossible!", I exclaim in frustration.
It's now nighttime, by my estimation somewhere around one or two in the morning. It's quiet, except for the low crackle of burning cars and the random footsteps every once in a while. I make my way down the street, trying to remember where everything is. I need supplies, if this has really happened. A weapon, possibly, but I hope that whatever threat is really here - the man is not entirely trustable, if even sane - can be reasoned with. I do need food, medicine, and water though. Every once in a while I hear shrieks of pure terror, wondering what could possibly trigger such emotion. That is, until I turn the corner.
A man is walking toward me. His trousers and shirt caked in blood, his arm missing most of the skin and a lot of tissue, revealing the bone in several places. His face is mangled, missing an eye and having several beet red lacerations.
"Are you...okay?"
"Mmrhhh..."
I stumble away from the....thing - it frankly scares the daylights out of me. And then I notice...another, similar man, is walking behind me, slowly shambling up to me. I climb on top of a broken car and then slide down the other side, advancing down the street once more, in the hope that I can outrun these hellish creatures.
I enter the shopping district. I hope here I can find some supplies worth something - I hope they haven't been looted.
And then another hellborne creature comes to play. By the looks of it, a skeleton, seemingly out of the books of fabled lore, but very real in this case, is pacing towards me at a rapid pace. I quickly turn around and attempt to outrun it, but it is not looking good for Mr. Carpenter.
AGH!
HP: 26/30
His fingers dig into my back, scraping downward. I can not look at the wound, but I can feel my shirt beginning to dampen with what is most likely blood. I keep running, desperate to escape this hellish nightmare that has swept over me. I hop over another wrecked car, desperately sliding down the other side to gain some tactical advantage if that were possible. He continues chasing me down the street. I turn a corner and sidestep around a car - hopefully this will trip him up. But no, he does not falter, continuing to chase me. I run into the local supermarket, hoping that in there lies some salvation if any.
AAAHHHH!
HP: 18/30
He bites onto my arm, ripping off skin and flesh as he detaches. My arm is caked in blood, and is steadily bleeding out of the wound. I need medical attention and fast. But the skeleton is showing no signs of relief. This will be a long night.
He chases me down the grocery aisles, one after one, no matter which way I attempt to mess him up. I trip somewhere at the end of the aisle and I feel his claws digging into my flesh once more, excruciatingly painful as I attempt to climb back up to continue running from him. I run out of the store, hoping to find somewhere else to hide in.
And just as I make it to a new store, the sun begins to rise. Well, suppose that's good, at least the sun isn't just a figment of my imagination. I feel a bit more sane, at least, about this zombie apocalypse. I had been saying it was possible, and that those new treatments from that big corporation downtown was a really bad idea, but nobody listened. Now I have a bit more security in my intellect.
New Trait Acquired: Strong Psyche
Of course, no time for being philosophical, it's time to run from that terrible skeleton! I dash my way into the toolshop, hoping to find at least one item to help me in my endeavor.
I run past a lady in jeans and a t-shirt, holding what appears to be a hunting crossbow. I hear her drawing back the crossbow, and then a THWANG followed by a large crack. I turn and see the skeleton's top half fall over and the bottom half slump to the ground.
"Thank you, miss...he has kept me on the run for a while."
"Naw a pro'lem, boi."
I want to find something with some range. If I'm going to have to take these creatures out, I want to do it from far away, and...
Aha. A hunting rifle. And...a box of ammo. Great! I can probably survive for a while with this. But I still need medical..ogh...attention.
New Item Acquired: Hunting Rifle (7/7)
New Item Acquired: Rifle Ammo (14/14)
I turn to leave the shop...and then I hear the scream.
Greg Carpenter, civilian
[Inventory]
Canned Food (1/3)
Groceries
Hunting Rifle (7/7)
Rifle Ammo (14/14)
[Statistics]
HP: 18/30
FOOD: 1184/1584
SLEEP: 1024/1800
SAN: 2647/2880
INF: 0%
