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[NRDL]

C 

[areyoua]

Dead?! For almost a month?! Who says?!me

Well, I have good news and bad news. Good news, Whales has finally pushed out his construction update! Now, I can stop my boycott of cataclysm that I forgot to mention to everyone, yeah, that's a good excuse, right? Anyway, I'm just going to declare Fred dead by... laziness, and start up a new game. The bad news? My microphone broke, so no videos. Then again, no one watched them anyway, so it's not that bad.

Starting Stats

I'm too bloody lazy to make up new stats on my own! Therefore, I'm letting you people do it for me. Now, you can suggest anything you want to, but I'll just leave these choices here...

A. Tom 2.0! Oh, the memories, the memories. Now if only I could mod in flaming baseball bats...
B. It's challenge time! 1,1,1,1 stats, no good traits, no bad traits, points spent in skills without uses. This is truly the 1 hour man.
C. It's super challenge time! 1,1,1,1 stats, no good traits, Schizophrenic, Illiterate, and Savant. This is truly the 31 minute man.

[Thexor]

You're on the DF forums. Given the options provided (and the knowledge that we're all sadists who enjoy watching you suffer horribly on our every whim), do you really need to ask?

C. 

_{We'll let you use a decent character next time. Maybe.}

[NRDL]

C.

yeah, maybe

[Mr.Person]

I'm very curious how the game handles being schizophrenic.

"You hear shouting from the east!"
"You hear shouting from the northeast!"
"You hear shouting from the west!"
"You hear shouting from the north!"
"You hear shouting from the east!"
"You hear shouting from the north!"
"You hear shouting from the southeast!"
"You hear shouting from the west!"
"You hear shouting from the northeast!"
"You hear shouting from the north!"
"You hear shouting from the northwest!"
"You hear shouting from the east!"

[areyoua]

I've always held off on taking schizophrenic as it bothers me to have even the game lie to me, but anyway here we go again!

Starting Stats



Crap. That is all.

Richard Nilsson was the result of a dastardly experiment led by - oh, who am I kidding. Richard is just really unlucky. A broken shell of a man, literally in some senses, he's really not much of a human, more of a... experiment by god to make the most sad being imaginable.

Starting Conditions



As Rich woke up in a frightfully prolific RPG trope, he wondered what he was doing there before realizing that even if he were to remember, he'd forget about thirty minutes later. He also looked a bit to his right and saw a dog wondering around with him, occasionally barking out a soft "Hi!" Damn, where's the Xanax?

Wandering around the house, Rich only found a bottle of water and a can of root beer before venturing down those suspicious stairs that probably led to hell, but might have led to a new, bright world were there wasn't trouble around every - AH! No, just kidding. No hallucinations yet.

Getting over the classical overwheming panic he felt whenever he saw a completely dark room, Rich quickly walked around the room, finding perhaps the best find of his life.



Not knowing what it was, and also not being a complete moron, he didn't put it into his mouth. He put it into his now overflowing jeans along with a jelly of some sort and proceeded upstairs into the terrifying light. Going upstairs, he felt a little strange, which greatly worried him, but a greater worry was what to do next.



A. Grab a backpack from the clothing store just across the street.
B. Liquor store. Now.
C. The Pharmacy! Surely some drugs could help with this strange feeling.

Totally not a fourth option, D: the walled city to the extreme southeast. Technically cheating, but with this man, every advantage is needed.

[Mr.Person]

Go grab that backpack, then go steal some drugs.

[NRDL]

Backpack, pharmacy, walled citeh. 

[areyoua]

Steal? Why, I've never stolen a thing in my life! Surely, dead men tell no police about my transgressions.

The Clothing Store and The Pharmacy

Rich drank the purifier and immediately felt smarter. He also felt a bit silly for drinking it, it was a bit strange, but all was feeling fine, except his insides, so he set out for the Clothing Store. Inside, he found some cargo pants and a backpack to carry all the stuff he would carry, even though he probably wouldn't be carrying much on his slender, weak frame.

The Clothing Store wasn't too interesting, but for some reason Rich felt that the world had all of a sudden flashed before his eyes, but the feeling quickly passed and he began walking to the Pharmacy.



On his way there, he heard a sound of crashing glass, and immediately looked to the east to see a weird, shambling monster crawling through the window. He immediately panicked and sprinted into the pharmacy as he had no weapons at all. With the zombie right on his heels, he ran into the pharmacy and shut the door. Unfortunately, all he found inside were some anti-depressant medication, and some food, but there was no time to be worrying about that as the zombie burst inside and began hungering for some brains. Of course, zombies are morons, as we all know, and lack the ability to go around shelves.



And Rich calmly ran screaming from the Pharmacy. Consulting his map, he figured he had three options.

A. Another Pharmacy! Something must be done about the obvious hallucination of a zombie.
B. Liquor Store. Liquor is good, Molotovs are better, forgetting about your sorrows is best.
C. To the walled city! That contains 3 casinos! And a gun and weapon store! And nothing else! What kind of city is that?

[Urist Imiknorris]

Burn, baby, burn.

[NRDL]

I don't know, it looks like we could use some medicine, to dispel the hallucination.

[Mr.Person]

I don't know, it looks like we could use some medicine, to dispel the hallucination.

After playing the game with Schizo, I can tell you that Thorazine is oddly rare. And less important than you might think. Once we find a single bottle, that should take care of us for the rest of the (short) game.

So I vote B so we can start burning things faster.

[areyoua]

Most medicine is like that, unless you count bandages and first aid. Lots of charges, kind of difficult to kind. In other news, Whales insists on pushing out updates at a ridiculous pace, and I'm once again playing on an outdated version.

The Liquor Store
A.K.A: The First Hallucination



I don't remember there being two zombies there... Anyway, Rich fled the multiple zombies and made for the liquor store. He grabbed a few bottles for future incendiaries and made for the backdoor, the zombies having followed him. Once outside, he took a swig of vodka and was reminded of the capitalist pigs still inside, and he closed the door. He once again felt a bit strange, perhaps it was because of his awesomeness, as his mother used to say, or his seeing a zombie just to the east, or even because he had done very little in the past update, either way, he still needed a plan.

A. Rags! Rags! Rags! We must have rags! (From the hardware store in the NE)
B. Drugs! Drugs! Drugs! We must have drugs! (From the Pharmacy in the NNE)
C. Drunks! Drunks! Drunks! We must have drunks! (From the vodka in our hands)

[Urist Imiknorris]

If we have a lighter, A. Otherwise, B.

[Mr.Person]

C will give you more experience. Then do A so that all that experience can go somewhere.