Seon
Not An Evil Liar
Rebuild 2 is out. Wasted so much time on that...
But I cleared 3 cities!
But I cleared 3 cities!
I played Rebuild 2 a long time ago. Just played it again. It has changed... ALOT. These idiots formed a religious cult and worshiped the zombies... Idiots.Rebuild 2 is out. Wasted so much time on that...
But I cleared 3 cities!
Vanity city country club.
Frank Douglas - ( Local golf celebrity ) - Leader - Iron putter and a pair of balls
Frank, 32 years old, a tall man with a macho attitude. He is always the one to talk loudly and joke around. His wealthy grandfather owns the biggest cattle ranch in the region. Most of his extended family is working in the "beef" business. Although Frank holds shares in his Granddad's company, he spends most of his time at the golf club. Local champion for the last four years, he is working to make it to the masters. He is widely acknowledged for his powerful drive
Jimmy Burton - ( Frank's caddy ) - Scavenger - Golf cart, carries Frank's other golf gear.
Jimmy, 22 years old, a high school drop out. Jimmy, after he dropped school, had a couple bad years hanging out with bums and getting drunk with other bad types. However, he had been wanting to do better in the last years and had found a job at the country club. From there, he quickly got hired by Frank as a personal caddy. For some reason, Jimmy does not mind Frank's constant talking and bragging. Other caddies were usually driven mad after a while working with Frank but not Jimmy. This is the reason Frank likes him. Jimmy, while not the brightest star in the sky, is somewhat street smart in his own way.
Ernest Hovington - ( Golf club regular ) - Scavenger - Scuba diving equipment with diving tank.
Ernest, 43 years old, General store owner. Ernest works hard maintaining his general store, however he spends a lot of his free time playing golf at Vanity's country club. No matter how much he likes golf, he is not the best at it... Or rather not the most accurate, which is why you can sometime see him diving in the golf courses ponds, scavenging golf balls.
Bennett Prescott - (Country club's security guard) - Soldier - Pistol, taser
Bennett, 51 years old, slightly pot-bellied, big mustache, sunglasses, nasty tobacco chewing habits... The stereotypes are strong in this one. However, you'd better not mess around with Bennett, he's put more than a few bums back in their place.
Dirk Wiggler - (Country club maintenance guy) - Builder - Gas Lawnmower and Country Club key set.
Dirk, 40 yrs old. He's been the Club's maintenance guy for over 10 years. Rather short but very stout, Dirk is a resourceful man. He can fix just about anything and does a pretty good job of it, even though he uses duct tape very often. He usually works by himself and does not talk much. However, you can often hear him grumble to himself about how he is the only one doing actual work at the golf club. But deep inside, hidden under the appearances, Dirk is a selfless man. He really likes to help others and is utterly good intentioned. He is the kind of guy prone to heroic acts, or heroic death...
Perfectly fine, MaxWar. However, only Jimmy and Frank are here at the beginning. Maybe they lost their companions somewhere along the way, maybe they died. They might resurface.
Several explosions mid-afternoon today rocked the fort to its foundations. It came from across the city. If the initial noise didn't draw all the zombies away, the billowing clouds of smoke and subsequent klaxon or air raid sirens (which I'm assuming are automated), did.
If they weren't automated, who turned them on, and for what reason on this great green earth would they? Just seems like something to investigate.
--Jennifer Davidson
Tuesday, 3/11/74
Madeline Star-Shine is not a stupid girl. After several failed attempts to teach her about medicine, I sat long and hard and thought about a different approach. I started teaching her about muscles and the healing properties of therapeutic massage and she took to it like a zombie to an explosion. Hah. Get it? Cause the zombies, they all.. yeah. Lame, even written down.
Anyway, I'm sure Maddie will out-class me soon through experimentation on Wise One, who volunteered for free massages.
3/11/74, continued.
Come to think of it, isn't Ken Trembley a registered nurse? Yeah, yeah he is. Was. Is? Anyway, he was trouping around with those old guys, and he has a first aid kit.
--Octavia Washington
Wow, what a day. Someone got together a big scavenging party and we ransacked a bunch of houses looking for useful stuff on West 9th Av and Garland St. Jessica found herself a nice crowbar and I was sure she had a hard-on. Anyway, so we get to this one house, see, and we circle around it, all defensive like, when suddenly a big black guy with a machete jumps out from a second story window, scaring the living (pun) ---- out of everybody. Kaczmerek controls himself (like a ---- cop, kudos to him and his training - maybe he should train some of us) but Henry-the-god-awful-Hick fires his darn flame-thrower at him.
The guy wasn't dead, though, and had a big house full of supplies. The place is real boarded up and strong looking, too. He had holed up in his attic, which had an awesome pull-string retractable ladder. We all pitched in putting some bandages on his wounds and apologizing, and he offered us canned gourmet truffles and hot peas.
In all, Me, Sandy, Jessica, Richard, Henry, Stani..s.loss, Maria, Amanda, Donatello and Isaiah ended up hauling all his awesome stuff back to the fort.
--Aaron Vetter
+Survivor, Isaiah Wilkerson, +60 food, +2 AK47s, +iodine tablets, +2 1st aid kits, +3 bicycles, +2 empty 5 galleon cannisters
Hey. We had a sit down today. Wise One suggested everyone list their favorite animal, and what has been bugging them lately. Obviously we all listed the zombie apocalypse and what-not, but a few of us (namely Amanda Rose) mentioned the lack of a steady source of food;* what with the zombies outside our door and all**, we couldn't exactly go out and scavenge, could we. And she had a damn good point.
*Yes, I know how to use a semi-colon. Bite me.
**Funny thing: near the end of the discussion there was a huge explosion outside, which scared all the zombies off. fukken A.
Oh, and bears.
--J. Cooper
All of those bodies outside the house need to be buried properly. The zombies we can burn, I imagine. Or just throw out. Our gasoline is precious, I'm told. Only a dozen galleons. Shame. I blame the Arabs and their damn hoarding. Man up and fight the Israeli on your own.
Tom Haley
Well, today I chatted up some of the other survivors. Tom Haverly and Mr. Richardson (old chap wouldn't give his first name?) seemed a good old sort, as well as the young miss Eliza Harding and Victor Harrison. After that, Jimmy and I went gallumping looking for zombies to golf at, but we didn't find a single one. That explosion across the river certainly did intrigue them, didn't it. It seemed to be coming from the GM factory, but I can't be sure, and it doesn't seem worth mentioning. It'd only stir the others into a frenzy.
Frank Douglas
Today, Alexander, James Hofstedter and I searched several nearby houses for aspirin or first-aid kits. Apparently these people either hide such items, or someone cleared most of the houses before we did. We did find a fire-extinguisher though. We tested it (which was fun), and it works. That is very good. We saw literally no zombies along the way.
Sebastian Gauthier
+1 bottled aspirin, +1 fire extinguisher
Hey man. How's it going? Haha, yeah, I envisioned you reading this in the future, too. No, I know, crazy, right? I forgot too, man. Anyway if you ever read this (without dying) go to the co-op and get your money out, man. The banks are gonna fail and
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\-- sorry about that
I made a sweet knife-spear-thing out of my combat knife. I duct-taped then tied it to a pipe I borrowed from the basement. I tested it by sticking a zombie in the eye with it through the fence section. It totally works.
Oh, we also went looking for drugs or anything medicine related. Octavia's kind of decided we'd be looking for them.
Wise One
+sweet knife-spear-thing, +5 food
After the explosion-earthquake, JC and I went around the entire outer fence. Other than the obvious hole-in-the-wall-we-parked-a-bus-in-front-of, narry a speckle nor spot. We oughta patch that thing up, come to think of it.
--Eliza Harding
Vic, the Father and I all made our way east along West 10th Av today. Not a single zombie in sight. Guess those damn sirens blaring all day are more interesting than a bunch of nutjobs in a Colonial, eh?
Anyway, we found canned peaches and some other stuff in a couple houses along the way. No booze, though.
--John Cressick
+4 food, +hunting knife, +lighter
Officers Kaczmerek and Jaworski stand before the gathered crowd in the large dining room. Everybody is seated in chairs, on the floor or on the table, while the two officers stand.
Kaczmerek speaks: "Thank you all for joining us. Tomorrow I'll - we'll be hosting a gun-safety demo," he stammered, glancing at his partner.
Jaworski chimes in: "What happened this afternoon with Isaiah was a real shame. Fella's got a good long survival history behind him, only to be shot with a flame-thrower, foolish as jumping on top of his saviors might be."
Kaczmerek: "Everybody is invited and strongly encouraged to attend. We don't want a repeat of what happened to our newest member, Isaiah."
Everybody, including Maria and Stanislaus, started clapping at this, looking at Isaiah, wearing his bandages, seated in the only comfortable chair in the entire house.