Try to get some iodine pills. Possibly also a skin graft. Or just a shitton of codeine.
(5)
Suddenly you remember that you used to work in a hospital! More accurately, you used to work in the pile of rubble behind you which used to be a hospital. More importantly than that, you remember that hospitals treat radiation symptoms, like, all the time! Well, maybe not
all the time, but there's probably something kicking around.
Rooting around the rubble, you come up with a Medco
(tm) Medkit! You quickly swallow the iodine, antimicrobials, painkillers, and all the other goodies inside. You feel like your life expectancy has increased! You feel like your symptoms are treated!
11 turns to live!Symptom suppression!Crawl out of rubble and feverishly look for loved ones to rescue.
(1)
Random Symptom Chart: (12)
You emerge from the shattered ruins of your house. The house is gone. The garage is gone. The pool is gone. The garden is gone. The annoying neighbor is gone? Yes. Also the neighbor who owes you ten dollars. Also the road. And the mailbox.
Your daughter's birthday party is ruined!
The magnitude of your loss dawns on you. Your daughter, son, infant son, wife, mother, father, father-in-law, second cousin once removed, wife's friend from work, wife's friend from yoga, and an assortment of your daughter's friends that you had trouble keeping track of are all gone too. Or, to put it another way, they aren't gone, but they seem to have formed a slurry of smashed bodies and charred clothing in your backyard, partially buried by what used to be the garage. Oh, and also the doghouse. And the dog.
You poop yourself. Repeatedly, and uncontrollably.
9 turns to live!Symptom exhibited: Diarrhea! 1/15Desperately try not to be naked, vomiting, or on fire and search for a priest for some last rites.
(3)
Now that the lightshow is over, you are confronted with the urgent truth of your imminent demise. On the plus side, you are still clad in the classy bathrobe you had gone out to get the newspaper in. You know, the one with the little duckies on the sleeves. You also aren't yet exhibiting symptoms of acute radiation poisoning, so there's that. And it seems the gale force winds that accompanied the recent warhead detonations have snuffed the flames from the first warhead detonations!
On the down side, you somehow know in your heart of hearts that you have ten turns to live, however long a "turn" is.
You break into a sprint, bathrobe fluttering in the apocalypticly fresh breeze. You soon find yourself outside a church of some denomination. Hopefully the right one. It's hard to tell, since the church is rubble now.
9 turns to live!Look for sharp objects, guns etc. to kill myself with.
(6)
Well, the mutant thing didn't work out, but on the plus side you're still an off-duty soldier on what used to be the biggest military compound in the city. On the down side the little bits you remember from the radiation poisoning training videos suggest that you'd be better off quaffing cyanide than sitting around waiting for the radiation to kill you. There's a lot of pain and bodily fluids involved, you know that much.
Jogging around the various ruined buildings (which are much less bombproof than you had been lead to believe) you quickly come to a pile of rubble which used to be the armory.
You dig.
You find a bomb of some kind! Well, no kill like overkill, right?
8 turns to live!Put on nazi uniform (like this), which was carefully saved for a moment like that, grab a flamethrower and begin genocide.
(5)
Realizing that the end is nigh, the only important thing remaining is to finish the cleansing work begun by the nuclear holocaust. Get it? Holocaust?
Because you're a Nazi?
You quickly kick open the bomb shelter door, already clad in your good old Ethnic Cleansing gear. Well, technically speaking it used to belong to your grandpa, but you called dibs on it when he hung himself six years ago, and you've kept it in murder-mint condition.
You've also kept the flamethrower in murder-mint condition!
Running down the street, (1) you run into Fniff outside the hospital, who has just consumed medicine which may (but probably won't) save his life! You don't like probablys.
9 turns to live!Strike a heroic pose that frames the hospital with the Cure in the background.
(2)
At a completely separate hospital, you thank your lucky stars that you were the city's leading radiotoxicologist specialist, before the End Times came.
You curse your unlucky stars that all of the very expensive lab equipment, medical supplies, and patented RadEx
(tm) emergency serum is now a very fine powder under the very coarse ruins of the hospital.
Also, this isn't a completely separate hospital; it seems there is a flamethrower-wielding maniac coming down the street.
9 turns to live!Push said heroic poser out of the way, then take selfie in front of hospital with cure
(5)
As the heroic poser realizes that all is lost and nothing matters anymore, you shove him roughly to the ground. Then, for good measure, you take a picture of yourself, standing on his back, in front of the ruins of the hospital. This way, when you eat the powdered remains of Radex (and hopefully not the powdered asbestos from the hospital insulation) you'll be able to prove you looked
awesome while doing it!
You know, as long as you do it in the next 9 turns. However long that is.
9 turns to live!
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