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[kerlc]

So, the first decision we all made has not only failed, but backfired horribly? Leaving many of us dead, all our supplies gone, and stranded with no transport in zombie and Nazi country? How can this get any worse? (cue thunderstorm)

two words: DF POWER!

[Pan]

Well, since I'm free at the moment, I might as well say what I think we should do. If we survive, attempt to salvage what we can. Use any building material we have to wall up a small area (3x3 area with stairs down), and another 4x4 area for a farm. Biff is a farmer, so once a farm is up we should have no food problems. If seeds are gone, then send Biff to do some herbalism for seeds.

Just occurred to me that the car did not get far, since the enemy could see the smoke. Never mind, I'll see what happens.

[Dohon]

Chapter 02: A casket of luck

Sven checked the map again.



They were here. Plenty of trees, a river flowing lazily. Perfectly flat too. It wouldn't take too long to finish a crude encampment and once the basic necessities were in place, they could start thinking about making a true trade outpost. Sven sighed. As if that was going to happen. All their supplies were lost and the food they foraged while on the road had already been consumed. Even if they had the food and drinks necessary to survive the first few weeks, they were sorely lacking in manpower.  Of the 23 expedition members, only 3 got out. The others were either dead or dying by now. In their week-long travel, they had found other survivors and even of the dozen or so, only 4 survived this far. And he even didn't know their names. Sven kicked a pebble off the cliff, seeing it jidder along the ledges and ridges. He had even dragged an old friend along for the ride and now he was gone too. It had all gone to hell in a few moments. This mission had cost him a lot and he feared he would lose what was left of his soul here. And to top it all off, he somehow felt like he was being watched. He shivered.

A whistle got his attention. Scuba signalled at him and Sven waved back. Biff and the others were standing in a small circle, looking at a boulder or something. He squinted for a better look, but to no avail. His melancholic musings driven away by curiosity, Sven made his way back to solid ground. Each step filled him with purpose. Fate had indeed been cruel to them all, but he now had a responsibility to the survivors. He would pay for his mistakes in due time. Now, he had work to do.



“I don't see what's so interesting about this overgrown molehill.” Biff spat at the ground. “It ain't no molehill, 'sah.” With his big hands, Biff rubbed some soil away in a few deft sweeps. Some wood appeared beneath the dirt. Sven stared blankly, a sentiment shared by the others. “Yup, no molehill. I bet my momma's soul that be a hatch to a cellar.” He made to heave it open, but Scuba stopped him. “Wait. It wouldn't be the first time that one of those cellars blew up in your face.” Scuba milled about in the dirt, scooping up handfuls. He poked and prodded like a surgeon at an open wound. “What are you doing?” “Checking for booby-traps. If there is a wire around here, we'll know.” Sure enough, the soldier found some wires and tracing them back, he found grenades at the end. Sven whistled. “Would have been nasty if that went off.” Scuba studied the trap with interest. One of the group ventured the idea that it was a military cache, but Scuba doubted it. “The explosives are household items. Not as powerful as the real stuff, but it would have maimed nonetheless.”

Biff stiffled a yawn. “I don't want to interrupt all the thinkin' that is goin' on here, but don't ya'll reckon' we should take a look?” Everyone shrugged and rolling his eyes, Biff yanked the hatch open and peered inside. “Looks like some stairs. Can I burrow a flashlight?” Sven handed his and the farmer descended. They heard nothing but the rustle of the trees for a few long moments, but then came the suddenly excited whooping. “We don't need no worrying anymore now. Drinks and meats as far as these eyes can see.” Sven and Scuba descended immediately and quickly noticed that the farmer wasn't lying. Rows upon rows of barrels and larders seemed to fill the cellar. Salted meat, vodka, even some seeds and a few tools. They were saved! Biff raced topwards to inform the  others who remained topside and soon everyone started to praise everyone they knew for this stroke of luck.

Scuba however remained silent. Sven walked up to him. “What's wrong?” He pointed at a corner, the flashlight showing there to be empty racks. “Gunracks. Empty. Enough to arm a sizeable militia. Both melee and gunpowder. But that's not what worries me.” He crouched and traced a finger along the floor. “The dust here is thinner. The food and drinks have been here for some time, but I reckon the guns were removed a week ago, perhaps even 2 weeks. We are not alone.” Sven nodded heavily.
“We must go warn the others.” Scubba nodded and they both went up the stairs.

A few hundred meters away from the group, two shapes stirred in the undergrowth. 2 pairs of cold eyes watched the newcomers with interest, seeing them dance and hug eachother like a party of lunatics. One pair of eyes then looked at the papers they had brought along. Only 3 of the descriptions matched.







The others were unknown. His colleague prodded him and then jabbed at the sky. Night was falling. After a curt grunt, both slowly slithered away silently, into the rapidly approaching darkness. All the time extra careful not to disturb the giant badgers lurking about the landscape.

!!DILEMMA!!

The survivors have found some necessary supplies. But with night approaching and evidence that the previous owners hadn't forgotten about the tasty meats and drinks, the group now has to decide how to proceed. An inventory was being They needed shelter, but what would be their priority?

A. Build a warehouse

There is a true treasure of supplies hiding in that cellar. You believe it has to be counted, sorted and then stored in a central building. Every floor would be home to a specific resource, which allows the building to be tall, yet not overly large in width. The building would be constructed out of wood, but the shops and stores necessary for that would have to wait. You believe it wouldn't take too long to get the store up and running.

B. Build an inn

You noticed that there is a lot of meat and booze stored in the cellar. While you haven't mapped out the entire cellar yet, you do believe that an Inn would be the best idea. The soil was soft enough and  you could easily dig a few levels down. With all the liquor and foodstuff squared away, everyone could meet at one point and share a drink. You know that an Inn can be rapidly constructed and the top floors could be used as a sleeping quarters too. With everyone inside one building, defence would be easier. There is no immediate danger after al. You can find out later what the other goodies are.

C. Build a keep

Seeing Scuba's discovery has you spooked. The enemy hasn't visited in a while, yes, but you fear that they might come back again and it might be soon. As such, you believe that first priority should go to a small fortress. It will take a very long time to get the walls up and the building sealed, but this way, you all stand a better chance at fighting off whatever is coming. There is no time to scour the cellar for weapons, but a great defence means a large wall in the first place.

[Dohon]

Another update. With pictures this time!

Since only Biff, Scuba and Sven made it out (so far), it would be unfair to block all the others from voting. As such, everyone can vote.

I also have 4 "unknowns" running about. 3 office workers and a hill human, if I recall correctly. I'm trying to give everyone the character they specified while signing up. Once some more Military dudes immigrate, you will all be "unlocked" and in the game. If some of you would like to be active sooner, let me know and I'll cook something up. But in any case, you can still vote, so you are not fully out of the loop just yet.

Please try to vote before friday or at the latest, friday night. I would like to play the game on Saturday and write up on Sunday.

Oh and I'll crop the pictures next time. I'm a bit strapped for time for the coming days.

[OREOSOME]

B! the first option is for a later time, when we have set up basic supplies

EDIT: Build the Inn so that the bunker we found is accessible from inside

[kerlc]

B. the fort would take too long.

sooo... i guess i am coming with the migrants? or something?
i don't recall reading about my death.

edit.:
i made another story about agish! THOU SHALL READ.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

 Agish's head ached. "goddammit" he whispered. Ghost was gone now, but he was still in the holding cell. he wondered how long it will take to be executed. He missed his rifle. "i hope the bastards make it to their goal" he whispered. and again. and again. he was disturbed in his chanting by a guard. "cut that out, you fucking traitor. You let the infected in, didn't you? you thought you could run away, and let this town be destroyed, didn't you?" Agish payed him no attention. he was a rookie. he had a homemade sten copy. he was the cannon fodder, and he did not realise that. "ARE YOU FUCKING LISTENING, FREAK? ARE YOU FUCKING LISTENING TO ME?" the man started yelling. " I KNOW YOU SPEC OPS OPERATIVES, YOU ALL THINK YOU ARE SO GREAT WITH YOUR SPE-" his voice was cut off. agish just couldn't take it. once again, he felt the thrill of combat, so before the man could shout out the ending of the sentence, he had the stranger by his throat. he whispered softly: "if i wanted to, i'd kill you. so cut your focking annoying, and leave me the fock alone. good?" he stopped gripping the man's throat. the stranger then carefully moved away, sten at the ready. when he left, Agish sat down on the bench in his cell and grinned. he got the keys.
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It was dark outside. there was a commotion going on at the square, but agish didn't care. he heard snoring out of the chief's office. the bastard still sleeps on duty thought Agish. He then unlocked the doors. the mechanism was well oiled, so nothing creaked. he then sneaked into the armory. he ignored all the guns, and took a crucible steel army knife. he had also taken a cloak, to disguise himself in. on his way out of the city, he passed the event on the square. there was a bonfire. and the preacher was holding something. It's Mosina! thought agish. he stopped. and then he listened to the preacher. he was talking about how this was the weapon of the man who sold his soul to the devil, and is therefore the weapon of the devil himself, and must be burned in a cleansing fire. then he also said something about a group of soulless devil worshippers that left the town. he had also said where they were going, and that the armies of the free world would chase them. and then he threw Mosina into the fire. Agish wanted to jump, get mosina out of the flames, before it was completely destroyed.
but he could not. he just watched as the thing, that was more important to him than ANYTHING be eaten by flames. then he left.

 the next morning, the guards at the gate were crucified above the gate with their own knives. and a prisoner was missing.

[Pan]

B.

Also, Biff bitches about the truck and how strange it was the enemy knew our plans.

[kerlc]

cool.

could you add that it was agishes fault? it would certainly make an interesting story to have everyone think agish is guilty, and then he arrives.

[Pan]

And don't forget that if there is enough materials, wall off an area (garden) for a farm.

[scuba]

B then with time work on option C. make a temporary inn then when we are have time, work on making something we can better defend

[Conan]

Get an Innkeep.

Booze is as important as keeping the booze safe. Do both and you're safe for now.

[IT 000]

Wait, so is Hank dead? I didn't see him die in the last chapter 

BTW if you're going to have a snowy map, you might want to have dfcleanmap handy. Zombie pus causes serious lag.

And B

[Dohon]

Since there seems to be some confusion regarding whether your character is or not: Nobody is dead. Some of you are in terrible shape (Jacob would have a thing or two to say about that gutwound for instance), but you haven't actually been written off as "death" just yet. The reason why not all of you are in the embark, is because amongst the starting 7, only 3 could be accomodated. There weren't enough former soldiers or male berserkers in the group. Trust me, I redid the embark over a few dozen times because I couldn't get a big enough group ready (several times, all the members on embark were female!) and at one point, I had to make a choice.

Once a few more immigrants find their way to Angelgate and they have your caste, you can be sure you'll be back into action soonish.

[OREOSOME]

Thats okay, I was just asking for one when they arrive

[Pan]

Not that it matters now, but since most people will probably want to be male, you could have done some modding to increase the percentage of males showing up. I did it when I was sick of all the female soldiers in my fort carrying babies into the fight.