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gone fishing...

yeah, that's kinda what I had in mind, although I would prefer the suggestions come from the community of players at large and not necessarily by the "programmers." @Digitalzombiepoint that the current player/modding community isn't in it for the money might ring true for the time being but I suspect that some of modders might be interested in a little compensation? I could be wrong, but I quess it all depends on the complexity of the mod and the amount of time it takes to get the work to integrate seamlessly? Well considering all the recent events with Nexus/Vortex and the whole modding authorship/ownership issues resulting from those events I guess we shouldn't be looking a gift horse in the mouth, eh?

Oh, this is indeed an interesting topic of discussion. I wish I had gotten to this a little sooner, but I guess my question at large is; where does free passionate modding and paid DLC begin to crossover? I'm even more curious now how that is all gonna work given the roadmap for paid dlc with the seperation of story mode from survival mode. I get the impression that Hinterland only be charging to have items from story mode loadable into survival mode? In the mean time, I am loving the "free" content being made available by the modding community, there are definitely some talented individuals out there with a passion for the game!

Got Guns?

why not just call it what it is? How about Fee Based Optional Downloadable Content?

He woke to the clatter of dishes being rattled on the kitchen stove by Emma who was desperately trying her best to be as quiet as possible so as not to awaken anyone in the house. It was just shortly after dawn by his best reckoning and for once he didn't feel like getting out of bed. For the first time in days, the old lumpy couch was a comfortable, cozy and warm as any fancy hotel bed he had ever slept on. Or was it more likely the fact that he was still physically tired and sore from having pulled the heavy load of tires, fuel and supplies they had scavenged just the day before all the way from town on a childs toboggan? "Hey, keep it down in there, please," he said, "I'm trying to get some sleep here." "Sorry," a little voice whispered from the kitchen, "I was hungry and didn't want to wake everyone. I didn't mean to bother you." said little Emma "ah, it's okay, kiddo." Erik responded, "We've all got a lot to do today, I'll give you a hand in there," he said. Rising from the couch, he quickly put on his boots and pulled a fresh beanie from this rucksack. Looking at his reflection in the hallway mirror, he pulled a comb from this bag and ran it thru his beard before combing back his hair. "Looks like I could use a haircut and a shave," he thought to himself as he put the beanie on his head and pulled it down over his ears. Turning on his heel he strode into the kitchen and began helping Emma stoke up the fire in the stove before filling the kettle with water and putting it on the stove to boil. As the water heated, the two of them started getting breakfast ready. Powdered eggs with griddle cakes with honey and cinnamon. They worked efficiently each mixing the ingredients, Emma on eggs and Erik on griddle cakes and soon the delicious aroma of freshly made breakfast brought both Christine and Amy downstairs, their appetites whetted by the delicious smells of cooked eggs and fresh coffee. "woof, woof!" came a couple of soft barks from the dog "Come," said Emma, "I knew you'd be hungry too!" as she placed a bowl of eggs and chopped up griddle cakes by the dog's waterdish. "Here you go!" Amy smiled at her pooch as she watched Emma feed her dog. Glancing at the others she asked, "what's the game plan for today?"

LOL, my survivor was a fat guy who smoked almost two packs a day before he crashed landed here... Now the guy is a svelte chisled grizzled mountain main who quit smoking cold turkey and has been nicotine free for over 852 days, so almost 2 1/2 years. He is now practically the fittest he's ever been in his life! curious though, when smoking does the character have a noticeably darker breath gases when he exhales? or maybe blow a smoke ring or two? now that would be immersive!

Damn, @Glflegolas, looks to me you've got enough DLC material here for at least 5 good segements if not more. Please take my money!

Kudos on the idea of a Redux on story mode after the final episode breaks and surival and story are no longer intertwined allowing Hinterland to make some fundamental changes to story mode without having to worry about the resulting impact on playing survival mode in the sandbox. I'd love to see a full on "Deluxe Edition, or Director's Cut" of the all five episodes of story mode where the all the various side quests are driven or connected to some interaction with an NPC who has chosen to remain on the island after the economic collapse. I'm sure there would have a been a few "holdovers" who would not have abandoned their homes and instead would have chosen to tough it out. All those side quests in Episode 3 could have easily been triggered by an NPC, like the story of the albino stag or the biggest fish in the pond. Maybe even the story about the teens who sneak into the cave to party or the Sasquatch legend. A couple or 3 townsfolk bunking down in the old town hall would have been great to suggest those things to Astrid.

not to worry, I wasn't singling you out. However, if you recall in story mode, Father Thomas says that the community hall was opened to the community so that everyone could shelter together and stay warm in that regard. given that set up, I can see OP's query as to where are all the people. Obviously the surviors of the crash are occupying all the "beds" as there are only three open bunks where the player places the bodies of those plane crash survivors that they rescue. honestly, it probably wouldn't have been too much extra work for the dev team to plop down a couple of extra sleeping bags, even it they didn't have an NPC to occupy them. At the very least, they coulda put an NPC in the kitchen who just grumbled a lot and kept muttering "how are we suppossed to feed all these people?" am I right? 🤒

I agree that "game design" is kinda a lame excuse for not having some of the "locals" if there were any bunking in the community hall. The dev team could have done a more efficient job of laying out spaces for both locals and survivors of the plane crash to be housed in the community center. The could have arranged the bedding in a simple grid like order, left a few "beds" open and Father Thomas could have said that some of the locals were still out looking for survivors. Don't recall if he acutally said that in game. But that would have worked as a decent explanation. You're totally right, the hall should have been packed with people

Good questions Most of the folks on GBI have already fled the island due to the financial collapse of the world economy. Shipping supplies, ie, food, fuel and other consumer goods have been severly restricted by the economic shortages currently affecting the region and the country. In addition, you have an aggressive group of "nature preservation" advocates, ie. The Forest Talkers who have also demonstrated their resolve in driving business off the island. Some of their tatics being questionable at best. Seismic disturbances which have affected many parts of the island are also another reason for many folks to have fled the island prior to the event. Landslides, tunnel collapses and bridge failures have further made living on GBI difficult for many residents, so many folks moved from the area prior to the "event." Technically, when you find yourself in PV, it's only been a few days since the "event" that caused Will's plane to crash. The same circumstances brought down the jet aircraft. The resulting loss of power and instrumentation due to the geomagnetic flux caused the passenger plane to crash as well. Those few folks you find in story mode are the only people who just haven't left the island, yet. Father Thomas, being the good steward of the church, had elected to stay behind or the church just hadn't gotten around to reassigning him to another parish on the mainland. Good thing he was there or else all those poor survivors would have certanly perished. You weren't expecting Molly to be of any help, did you?

I volunteer for any beta testing on the games story mode content if you need bodies to do so!!! I remember those early days of development well, where the community would play and post their experiences on the forums, helping to guide the dev team to identify problems and helping to formulate fixes and improvements. If you need me, just let me know! As to paid downloadable content, I love the fact that Hinterland is giving their players options. For a gamer like myself, I'd gladly pay for new updated content especially for a game that I purchased back in 2015. The fact that the sandbox in survival mode is one of the largest open world areas in the gaming industry has not been lost on me. Expecting continued support and development of survival mode without expense to the customer doesn't strike me as a very lucrative business model and I'm sure that many of here on the forums would agree. Looking forward now to prepaying for my "seasons pass!"

I'm a little confused, the title of OP's post is Custom Settings and it appears that he wants an Interloper mode difficulty setting but with guns. So why would custom setting settings like that preclude the gun cleaning kits from spawning? If you turn the gun setting to "yes" or "on" wouldn't you find cleaning kits as well? I was not aware the spawining of guns and or cleaning kits are mutually exclusive? Is this something new since the last update? as @hozz1235said, a player could always use the milling maching in BI to fix their firearms. Seems a bit out of the way but definitely a functional work around.

considering that inflation was probably rampant at the time of the economic collapse according to lore, I'll bet paper money didn't hold much value. Isn't there actually a sign in the Orca Gas Station in Milton that says ask about "Barter?" I seem to recall just having seeing that in there recently as I passed thru. That would go a long way to explaining why you find money in odd places...

damn, your pet wolf looks like he's crapping a bloody stool... what you been feeding that thing? btw, this is one of the best candid pics I've seen here on this thread. Well done! sold upvote from me!

Gawd, could you just imagine that your base camp would constantly smell of fried fish? My grandpa hated the smell so of fried fish so much, he'd make my grandma cook fish out on the patio every Friday! They were catholic in case you were wondering...

I just wanted to quickly revisit this as there was some recent activity that prompted me to reread the thread. anyway, I perhaps wasn't asking the right question when I asked what would you do if you had to bug out, I probably should have prefaced my question by saying that most of the residents of GBI didn't just up and leave in hurry. They left slowly as conditions on the island worsened, ie seismic activity, breakdown in shipping etc. Assuming that was the case, I wouldn't think that too many firearms would have been abandoned? does that make sense? Obviously different if you gotta bug out because of sudden flooding or fire as was in your case.

I do believe that gasoline actually has a very hot burning temp, so although I agree with your sentiment that we should be able to siphon fuel from abandoned cars, I don't believe it would be very good as a substitute for lamp oil. At least not from a real world perspective. On the other hand neither is fish oil from an old frying pan...

right? why be able to open the gas tank cap if you either can't syphon out the gas or stuff a rag in it to blow up the car?

Christine joined Erik outside as he fashioned a quick harness for himself which he in turn attached to Emma's old tobaggon. He had already loaded the sled with his tool box was and the two empty jerry cans he had found in the shed. A slight breeze had picked up and the duo noticed that it had started to snow very lightly. "Looks like maybe a little snow storm is moving in." remarked Christine Erik shrugged and replied, "Yeah, Murphy's Law. We should get going if we wanna stay ahead of it. I think we should head directly for the Firehouse first? Stop at the store on the way back? What do you think?" "Good Idea!" she quipped "I know a little short cut, follow me." She turned and began walking at a brisk pace. Erik followed slowly trying to keep an even tension on the harness so the sled would glide a bit easier across the uneven surface of the snow pack. They made decent time and before long they could see the old bell tower jutting up from the roof of the fire station. Approaching the fire house, Erik motioned for Christine to stop. "Looks empty?" he said "Yeah, weird huh? I thought the fire station was suppossed to be a refuge center?" she countered "Be careful." he admonished "You think?" she retorted sarcasticaly Unlatching himself from his harness and pull the tobaggon up to the loading bay door, Erik knocked tenatively on the door. Waiting a few moments before knocking again, this time he knocked a bit more forcefully. From inside a grizzelled voice bellowed, "Hold your damn water! I'm almost there!" With a squeal of twisted metal, Hank pulled open the big bay door just far enough to let Erik and Christine in. Once inside Hank motioned to Erik to grab his sled which he quickly pulled in as well. Securing the door, Hank turned and look at his visitors. "What brings you to Station House 19?" asked Hank "Where is everbody." asked Christine Ignoring her question, Hank asked "What kind of help do you need?" Erik gestured to the tobaggon and the two empty gas cans. "Fuel and maybe a spare tire?" Hank looked them over from top to bottom before saying anything. After a few moments of awkward silence he cleared his throat and began to explain that he was there alone ever since he discovered that the only working fire suppression vehicle in the their fleet had been KIA after their last call. He told them about how the freeze damage to the water tanks and how the water cannon had cracked because of the extreme cold. "It's your lucky day!" Hank said, smiling for the first time in days. "Turns out the gas tank on the tender truck is full of fuel and since it can't fight fires anymore, that fuel is just sitting there. Let me get the old hand crank pump outta the tools locker and lets see if we can't fill those jerry cans?" Erik's face lit up with a big grin from ear to ear as he watched Hank saunter across the motor pool bay towards the equipment lockers. Turning to Christine he gave her a big double thumbs up, to which she smiled and said "Amen." Erik and Christine took turns hand cranking the full pump and the trio keep themselves occupied with banter and small talk about the crisis and what was going to happen next. As they were nearing finishing filing the second fuel can, Hank asked what else he could help them with? "Uh, we could use a tire? and maybe a piece of plywood or plexiglass?" Erik said "Plywood I got," said Hank, "but your gonna need to be a bit more specific on the tire, son." Erik's faced reddened with embarrasement at the comment. "Here, I got a picture of my truck. I need a tire that will fit on an old 1967 Kaiser Jeep." He said and pulled a picture out of his wallet and showed Hank. Hank's eyes lit up as he gazed longingly at the photo of the battered old combat utility vehicle. His face softened as he looked up and said softly, "I don't know who your guardian angel is my boy, and I don't think I wanna know. But as luck would have it, I just happen to know where you can get a tire or four." "What?" said Erik and Christine simultaneously "You know ole Doc Brown, the towns pharmacist?" Hank asked "He had a thing for army ambulances. He's got that same truck except it was the ambulance model. He's been working on it for years, but he never was that good of a mechanic. Engine troubles. But the tires were all good." he paused "Come to think of it I think I remember him telling one of the boys once that he drove one as a young buck back in the Korean War. Ya know he was a Yank before coming up here?" Hank paused dramatically before continuing. "Ole Doc Brown got himself killed walking home from the clinic by those damn wolves. Stubborn old bastard. One the volunteer fireman found his body not too far from his house..." his voice trailed off. "Like I was saying, I don't think Doc Brown is gonna be needing those tires." With somber spirits but with a renewed sense of purpose and Hanks help, the quickly fabricated an scrap piece of plywood to fix the broken wing window based on the sketch and measurements Erik had made before leaving. At Hanks suggestion they even put a coat of fresh wax on the bottom of the tobaggon before bidding Hank farewell. "Hank, you're more than welcome to join us." said Christine. "Nah, but thanks! My place is here, besides, I'm getting to damn old for this crap. Consider me 10-7" Hank chortled The group shook hands and once again Erik's harness was attached to the sled. Christine took the lead her rifle at the ready as the slowly started walking down the middle of the street. The wind had shifted during their time indoors and although the skies were gray and overcast, it had stopped snowing. The freshly waxed tobaggon now glided effortless across the snow even with the extra weight of the gasoline filled jerry cans. As they drew closer to the pharmacists house and store, Christine held up her hand and dropped into a crouch. Erik dropped down as well and scanned the area ahead of them. Seeing nothing he slowly crept up beside her. "What?" he whispered "I thought I saw someone coming outta Doc Brown's house." she whispered "Looters?" he asked "Not sure. It was just a glimpse. I dunno, maybe I'm just jumpy and imagining it." she said Cautiously they moved forward, weapons at the ready. This might be one of those shoot first ask questions later kind of scenarious, like in the movies. "Better safe than sorry." a little voice echoed in Christines head. She took the safety off the rifle as she approached the house, Erik taking cover nearby. Christine looked about seeing a single set of foot prints in the snow leading away from the house in freshly fallen snow which trailed off into the distance. Satisfied that there was nobody in the house she motioned to Erik who quickly joined up with her by the doorway. "Who ever was here, is gone now." she said pointing at the tracks in the snow. "Let's be quick in case they come back with friends." Erik admonished Christine took the prybar from the tool case and went around back of the house and pried the lock off the detached utility shed housing the pharmacist's army ambulance restoration project. The chassy was up on blocks and the first thing they noticed in the dim light of the windowless shed was the trucks wheels had been removed. "That's not good." Erik sighed as he peered into the dark recesses of the shed. It was too dim with out additional light for he or Christine to make out that all the wheels had been neatly stacked in the furthest corner of the shed. "There's a light switch by the door." Christine said clicking the switch up an down. "Ohhhhhh, yeah, I'm blond!" she said as she nervously started to laugh at her own blunder. "Not to worry," replied Erik, "I was fully expecting them to come on, too!" Erik pulled out his Bic lighter. Even though he had quit smoking years ago, he always still carried a lighter. Some habits just never die. Flicking his Bic, Erik slowly made his way into the shed finding a battered storm lantern and small bottle of fuel on a workbench. He hastily lit the lantern and light from the lantern flooded the inside of the shed. There in the corner, lay their prizes. Taking the lantern from Erik, Christine handed him a tire pressure gauge she had found sitting on the workbench. "I think this might come in handy," she quipped as he took the gauge from her outstretched hand. He didnt even have to check the first tire. He could see that the tires seal had been broken so he lifted it off the pile and set it aside. The second tire was nearly as bad, barely having any pressure but at least it was intact. He place it next to the broken wheel and checked the third. Bingo, good condition and good pressure. One more to go he thought to himself as he checked the fourth and final wheel in the set. The fourth tire was in good shape although the tire pressure was low, at least it wasn't as bad as number two. They loaded the two good tires on the tobaggon and lashed them down. The tires were huge and hung over both sides of the sled. The little sled was pretty heavily loaded down now, so at Christine's suggestion Erik fashioned a rope harness for her as well and hitched her up to the sled. With the first leg of their supply run successfully filled, they turned towards the store and began the second leg of their trek.

looks like your going at warp speed!

Amy ran. Spurned on by fear she shrieked as she ran. Her heart was pounding in her chest, fueled by the rush of adrenaline as her instinct for flight kicked into high overdrive. ...later when she would re-tell the story, she swore she could feel the bears hot breath on her neck with each step she took... Back in the house, Sleep didn't come easy with the day ahead and the old couch wasn't as comfortable has Christine had made it out to be. Erik rose early and busied himself in the kitchen stoking the fire in the old stove, getting ready to prepare a fresh pot coffee. Noticing they were getting low on potable water, Erik grabbed a big pot, and headed for the door. As he opened the door, he could hear Amy's frantic screams as she ran towards the house. Erik dropped the pot and grabbed his rifle and stepped out onto the porch. The sun was just starting to rise on the horizon, the land still steeped in twilight and shadows, Erik could barely make out Amy's form as she ran emerged from the tree line and sprinted across the small snowy fileld towards him and the safety of the house. He raised the rifle to his shoulder scanning the tree line behind her intent on shooting whatever it was that was chasing her. But there was nothing. Erik quickly stepped aside clearing the doorway as Amy shot up the stairs and onto the porch making a bee line for the open door. He continued to scan the tree line and the surrounding yard. Whatever it was, he thought to himself, it either gave up or it's still out there, waiting and watching. With that thought in mind, he turned went back into the house and retrieved the cooking pot. Returning back outside he quickly filled the pot with packed snow. As he walked back up the steps he took one last look around and satisfied that nothing seemed amiss, he returned inside. Christine met him at the door, half dressed, rifle in hand ready for action. She had been upstairs getting dressed when she heard the commotion downstairs. She quickly closed and bolted the door, throwing the big latch into place. She turned to Amy and asked, "What the hell were you thinking?" "I, I, I couldn't sleep..." Amy replied sheepishly. "I don't know what I was thinking. It's confusing..." "So what happened out there?" Erik inquired "God damn bear..." Amy whispered "God damn bear nearly got me is what happened!" she blurted out loud Amy started laughing softly to herself as she realized her knees were shaking uncontrollably and her teeth were beginning to clatter as the adrenaline rush had peaked and was now slowly subsiding. "Oh my Gawd," she chortled, "I have never been so scared in my entire life! I've never run that fast before either!" she said with a huge grin Erik looked over at Amy, smiled and said, "I guess you won't be needing any coffee this morning" Looking over to Christine across the living room, Erik nods and says, "We'll leave for town in a little while. I'll get the coffee going and you can finish getting ready. You still okay about going?" "Yes, of course." replied Christine "Besides you're gonna need me to open the safe. Even if I were to give you the combo, nevermind, let's just say the darn thing is touchy. I'll be good to go,oh and by the way, make my coffee “Cafe au lait," I saw there were a couple of cans of condensed milk, please and thank you!"

Things were not going well as Hank emerged from under the old 1982 Pierce Ford Tanker Truck. He cursed under his breath as he rubbed his bruised and bleeding knuckles, unfortunately now a little numb as well due to the extreme cold in the Fire House's motor pool bay. The old tanker truck was new when the town got it. Hank remembered the day, it was right about the same time that Hank, fresh out of mechanics school on the mainland had just gotten his job with the department. He shook his head with resignation as the memories flooded his conciousness... The whole town had turned out on that day for the big parade. The mayor had wanted to make a special showing of the town's newest acquisition! Their very own brand new water tender! It only had 300 miles on it when they got it and Hank was assigned to keep it running in tip top shape. There never could have been a more proud time in his life than when they backed the big rig into the center bay of the firehouse motor pool. It was a custom built model, featuring a 2000 gallon hard mounted tank and a 1500 gallon optional portable tank especially designed for fighting fire in rural areas where there were few fire hydrants if any at all. The cab mounted water cannon utilized a continuous pressure system that could shoot a water stream 75 to 100 feet, more than enough to meet the needs and demands of the towns fire department. Standard practice was to refill the tanks after every drill or call out so the engine would be deployment ready in the event it was needed. Turns out the last time it was used was when the mostly volunteer crew had extinguised the fire that had destroyed Amy's house. "Friggin worthless syrup slurping volunteers...." Hank caught himself before launching into one of his famous meltdown rants, as he scanned the list of names of volunteers who had worked that fire. Although they had done a good job fighting the fire, the one thing, the one crucial thing that they had forgotten to do was to plug in the pump heat pan, which kept the lines from freezing. Cold temperatures were really the only thing that could put a truck like this one out of commission. Sub zero temperatures had taken their toll. The main water tank had been overfilled causing the tank and lines to rupture in multiple places as the water froze in the lines and couplings. The big brass nozzle of the water cannon had cracked along its entire length rendering the truck useless. Without parts from the mainland to make the necessary repairs, the old work horse was essentially dead. "As is the guy who was responsible for screwing up like this", Hank thought to himself. Hank slowly shuffled over and opened his locker, pulling out a bottle of Caribou Crossing Single Barrel Canadian Whisky. He had been saving the bottle for a special occassion for a very long time. He cracked the bottle taking a big draught and then walking over the the front of the truck he intentionally spilled a little on the hood of the old engine. "Farewell old friend..." he muttered "...you didn't deserve to die this way."

Indeed there is, called "Free look in Cars" if I am not mistaken. It comes in pretty handy to be able to look out the back window, right?