Escape From Zombie Island 2 ready for public consumption

The Exhibition and Conference Centre

Contains Sci-Fi Geeks and Elvis units.
 

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Contains the Detective Agency Wonder which allows Spy Missions. Contains the Unit Sam Hammer (PD) with recon abilities.
 

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Virote_Considon said:
Nice location. I like the way that it's in the middle of a square of land-it makes it look man made!
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Cheers Virote - that's the look I was aiming for.
 
:yeah:

2 more zombie cities I guess. Nice locations!

And cool terrain (air strip, and barracks).
 
Spacer One said:
Very nice additions IMO...should make for some fresh new game play(not that this ever gets boring)...
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thanks Spacer One. I have rejigged quite a bit for this release and hope it proves to be a very challenging and fun experience.
 
Hey KingArthur, I can make some Civilopedia entries for the Geeks, Detectives, Radioactive Zombies, etc. Just tell me if ya want 'em.
 
Lord Malbeth said:
Hey KingArthur, I can make some Civilopedia entries for the Geeks, Detectives, Radioactive Zombies, etc. Just tell me if ya want 'em.
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Please do. I haven't started any yet so all are welcome.
 
KingArthur said:
Please do. I haven't started any yet so all are welcome.
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OK, I'll get right on that. ;)
 

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I love the Nuclear Zombie!

OK, here's a description for the Geek:

"Well, ya see me and Joe were just playin' a little D&D when those things attacked. I was freakin' out. They fought with such vigor that they reminded me of a Level 42 Fire Dragon I once fought. Well anyway, we was playin' and they just bite Joe! He screamed and fell to the ground. Well, that freaked me out and I ran. I saw some of the other people were making for the Cellar, one was a Jedi-wannabe (The loser). After we were in we locked the door. Now we're stuck here."

Here's a Description of the Nuclear Zombie

Privare Johnson was walking along the Southern part of town after his shift was over. He hated this part of town, most likely because of the huge Nuclear Power plant that was located in it. As he walked deeper into the area he heard shuffling coming from the other side of the street. He stopped and pulled out his gun. When he heard nothing he continued walking, but kept his gun out. Then he heard the noise again, only it was closer! He began to run as fast as he could. Sweat was pouring from his brow. He turned the corner when he realized that he had taken the route to the Nuclear Plant. In front of him were about twenty huge and pusy zombies, glowing slightly from the radiation. One of them murmured the words "Brayyuuns" and then the mob moved forward. Johnson was trapped...
 
That was quick. Good Stuff. I like the Geek description.
Lord Malbeth said:
I love the Nuclear Zombie!

OK, here's a description for the Geek:

"Well, ya see me and Joe were just playin' a little D&D when those things attacked. I was freakin' out. They fought with such vigor that they reminded me of a Level 42 Fire Dragon I once fought. Well anyway, we was playin' and they just bite Joe! He screamed and fell to the ground. Well, that freaked me out and I ran. I saw some of the other people were making for the Cellar, one was a Jedi-wannabe (The loser). After we were in we locked the door. Now we're stuck here."

Here's a Description of the Nuclear Zombie

Privare Johnson was walking along the Southern part of town after his shift was over. He hated this part of town, most likely because of the huge Nuclear Power plant that was located in it. As he walked deeper into the area he heard shuffling coming from the other side of the street. He stopped and pulled out his gun. When he heard nothing he continued walking, but kept his gun out. Then he heard the noise again, only it was closer! He began to run as fast as he could. Sweat was pouring from his brow. He turned the corner when he realized that he had taken the route to the Nuclear Plant. In front of him were about twenty huge and pusy zombies, glowing slightly from the radiation. One of them murmured the words "Brayyuuns" and then the mob moved forward. Johnson was trapped...
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Here's a Private Eye Description:

"Okay Captain, now where did you say you saw the Zombies? Over by the Boiler Room? Okay, now how did they get in? How? Hmmm, hey wait! That vent is loose! And look there are muddy footprints. I think the zombies entered through the vent. I would check there if I were you."

Jedi Reject Description:

"Oh my God! Those freakin' animals, they remind me of the Yuuzhan Vong; all calm and dangerous. They hardly lost any casualties. Even my light-sabre didn't effect them! Darth Nat was cut down by there attack! Now I'm the only one left. I better use some of my sweet force skills in order to escape..."
 
THat's a lot of activities for a day!!!!
The Conference center is awesome, I would definately want that in.

Is the barrack new graphic do anything?

Power plant, I think you might need to put some zombie near it so zombie will be able to capture it. As it is away from most of their other forces.
 
Cloner4000 said:
THat's a lot of activities for a day!!!!
The Conference center is awesome, I would definately want that in.

Is the barrack new graphic do anything?

Power plant, I think you might need to put some zombie near it so zombie will be able to capture it. As it is away from most of their other forces.
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The new graphic is simply remodelled Hill terrain. I could give it a high defense bonus but this would also apply to the airport strip which is from the same terrain set.

Nuclear Zombies are more of a bonus unit for the zombies rather than an essential. I think if the AI wants a resource bad enough it will go after it. I'll test it and see.
 
No, Sam Hammer should talk like a proper private dick. Something like...

The pink neon sign across the street cast a flickering shadow through the half-drawn venetian blinds of my office window. It picked out my name, seen in reverse on the other side of the frosted glass of the office door: remmaH maS - eyE etavirP. It was one of those days that feels like the air's been put in a tumble drier on high cycle and then dragged through the gutter. My powder blue trousers were on the desk in front of me, with my legs inside them. Business was slow. It was time for a conference with my associates, Mr J. Beam and Mr J. Daniels. I was just about to call the meeting to order when my office door swung open.

In my line of work I meet a lot of dames. Most of them come with Trouble with a capital Troub. Makes no difference whether the dame is the guilty party or innocent victim - you know that before it's all over she'll be your judge and jury. But this dame was different. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Was it the way her stockings were as ragged as my nerves after a night in the gutter wondering who turned off the stars? Was it the way her make-up had run like a hired goon after an abrupt conversation between his knuckles and my kidneys? Or was it the way she was moaning "Braiiinnssss" while shuffling her way across the floor towards me like a two-bit grass with some embarrassing news?

"Lady," I growled, "Didn't your parents tell you it's rude to enter without knocking?" I sensed trouble from this one, and when it comes to sensing trouble from dames, I'm the best in the business. Instead of replying she lurched towards me, her bloodshot eyes fixed on my hat. Or, perhaps, on its contents.

Clearly this customer had no business for me, at least none of the kind that pays enough to keep my partners topped up and me happy. I'm a broad-minded kinda guy - I'm happy to take what's coming to me from most broads, whether they're white, black, brown or yellow - but I draw the line at grey. It was time to adjourn the meeting, and for that I had a rebuttal that I felt even this determined dame couldn't say No to. I pulled my rebuttal out of the top desk drawer, lined it up, and pulled the trigger.

As the twitching subsided, I glanced around at the walls - well, the office had needed redecorating anyway, although Eggshell Brain hadn't been exactly the shade I'd had in mind. I stood up and took my trusty raincoat from the chair by the door. There was something behind this. Some crime had been committed. I didn't know exactly what sort of crime, or who had done it, or why, but I was going to find out. I took a slug of whiskey, reloaded my revolver, and opened the door.
 
Quite brilliant !
Plotinus said:
No, Sam Hammer should talk like a proper private dick. Something like...

The pink neon sign across the street cast a flickering shadow through the half-drawn venetian blinds of my office window. It picked out my name, seen in reverse on the other side of the frosted glass of the office door: remmaH maS - eyE etavirP. It was one of those days that feels like the air's been put in a tumble drier on high cycle and then dragged through the gutter. My powder blue trousers were on the desk in front of me, with my legs inside them. Business was slow. It was time for a conference with my associates, Mr J. Beam and Mr J. Daniels. I was just about to call the meeting to order when my office door swung open.

In my line of work I meet a lot of dames. Most of them come with Trouble with a capital Troub. Makes no difference whether the dame is the guilty party or innocent victim - you know that before it's all over she'll be your judge and jury. But this dame was different. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Was it the way her stockings were as ragged as my nerves after a night in the gutter wondering who turned off the stars? Was it the way her make-up had run like a hired goon after an abrupt conversation between his knuckles and my kidneys? Or was it the way she was moaning "Braiiinnssss" while shuffling her way across the floor towards me like a two-bit grass with some embarrassing news?

"Lady," I growled, "Didn't your parents tell you it's rude to enter without knocking?" I sensed trouble from this one, and when it comes to sensing trouble from dames, I'm the best in the business. Instead of replying she lurched towards me, her bloodshot eyes fixed on my hat. Or, perhaps, on its contents.

Clearly this customer had no business for me, at least none of the kind that pays enough to keep my partners topped up and me happy. I'm a broad-minded kinda guy - I'm happy to take what's coming to me from most broads, whether they're white, black, brown or yellow - but I draw the line at grey. It was time to adjourn the meeting, and for that I had a rebuttal that I felt even this determined dame couldn't say No to. I pulled my rebuttal out of the top desk drawer, lined it up, and pulled the trigger.

As the twitching subsided, I glanced around at the walls - well, the office had needed redecorating anyway, although Eggshell Brain hadn't been exactly the shade I'd had in mind. I stood up and took my trusty raincoat from the chair by the door. There was something behind this. Some crime had been committed. I didn't know exactly what sort of crime, or who had done it, or why, but I was going to find out. I took a slug of whiskey, reloaded my revolver, and opened the door.
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