So then Maximum zero left the shelter, and started the long ardous journy to some place nearby that might have a backpack maybe. Then he was attacked by some wolves.
Now, if this was DF, he would die alone, battered, screaming out for mercy as the wolves shake him around by the left eye, tearing it. This is not Dwarf fortress. In Cataclysm, unarmed combat is worth a damn. In Cataclysm, Maximum Zero punches wolves in the face. And they explode. And their exploded guts land on a portal gun. What the christ.
So long story short, we loot the following:
A bottle of adderal.
A teleporter
Two Fanny packs
Some berries
A combat knife
Bottled water
And a Science ID card. Yay.
I butcher the corpses for some practice, and get some meat out of it. I head to town, duck into the first house I find, and loot the following:
A bottle of Vodka
A pot (YAY)
A lighter (YAY)
Some bandages that I use to fix up our left arm
Some Cargo pants
A bottle of Nyquil
A book on how to cook things
A bag of coffee power!
A rag
Trenchcoat!
And then I baton down in the house, raid the fridge for a turkey sandwich and some cola, and start reading out book in the bathroom. It takes from 9 AM to 1 PM to gain a rank in cooking. This apprently lets me know how to bake potatoes and make orange juice. Fun. And then I open the door, and there is a zombie hulk right in front of me.
Ever played Left 4 dead? You know, the Tank's theme music? Same deal. Blocked in a closet, I flail away at it and prepare for death. And that's what startles me when MZ punches it's nose through it's brain, killing it.
Wat.
