A certain story of my adventures with the random terrain. It's a bit long, but I wrote more for suspense and enjoyment than for observational reasons, so I hope you enjoy! It is, of course, a spoiler, but all good stories are!
I recently saw a 10x10 or 9x9 square of rubble in the middle of the street, and for some reason decided to walk through it. About mid-way through, all my stats started draining away, and my speed decreased from overburdening caused by my strength ebbing away. I conveniently was carrying around a Geiger counter (that is I wished for one) and with it I discovered radiation coming from the rubble and my body. After I waited around for a while a good distance from the rubble, I started feeling nauseous and smelling and tasting mushrooms. I thought it was just the effects of the radiation poisoning, and I wondered what mushrooms tasted like. It was latter that the true effects manifested themselves. My stats had not yet come back, and when I laid down to sleep it off, I started throwing up in the darkness, throwing up not vomit, but spores! Luckily I had gotten some royal jelly from the basement of the starting house, so I promptly used that and shot the spores with my trusty Glock. Figuring my hour of danger was over, I slept for the rest of the night in the house. The next day, I continued my activity from the last day: gathering supplies for a CBM: Internal Battery. Late in the day, after I had found what I needed and disassembled them, read some Robots for Fun & Profit to make up what I had lost in the days since I had last read it, I headed towards the nearest safehouse. On my way back, I received the message that I was radioactive. My first reaction was how the heck did I know I was radioactive? My second reaction was, "Crap, what am I going to do now?" I figured whatever it was, it would have to wait until tomorrow as it was getting dark back at the safehouse, I used my internal toolset to begin making a Geiger counter to measure exactly how radioactive I was, but as I was doing it, disaster struck. These were the true penalties from my curiosity: I had developed poor hearing, gills and disintegration while I was building it, and all my stats disappeared until the bottom of the screen read 0-0-0-0-55 speed. Then, I heard a the sound of zombies knocking on the door, the sound of my own true demise. However, the true disaster was, I thought as the zombies beat on the disintegrated wreck of a human being I had become, that I had still not crafted that Geiger counter.
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Topic: Cataclysm: A Zombie-Survival Roguelike (Read 1309893 times)