Doc Feral

Here in Italy it's 7 o'clock in the morning when the new "day" begins. I woke up, played a bit, witnessed the change. Then my wife and kids woke up, so I made breakfast (no pancakes, maybe tomorrow) and went to work, so I'll properly play this evening.

I'm quite sure there were no pies in ML, anyway.

Did anyone find pies?

The day shifted to 4, the flashlight immediately died out, snow started to fall. I'm in my cave with a lot of books to read. Just wondering if all the talk about fire and brimstone will turn out to be some russian hacker's devious scheme.

6 hours ago, Drifter Man said:

The cave is pitch-black dark even during daylight. No point wasting time looking at the black screen - I quit and delete the save.

The closest thing to feeling your way in the dark is to pick something large such as a pelt or a bedroll and "placing" it while moving. The green (or red) mass will show you the shape of the place you're in and the occasional object, not exactly echolocation but better than nothing. And it's not worth calling it an exploit.

Vampireloper, you can only go outside at night. You may want to disable cabin fever for that.

Sorry for this... "I swear, we're just friends!"

If you have a choice, when using your bow always have your targets to your left. Nothing political, but the character's right hand blocks a significant part of your field of vision.

Next day. I love crabwalking along almost vertical slopes...

A good way to start a day in Forlorn Muskeg. (that's Italian, by the way)

On 24/9/2018 at 7:08 AM, Vonwoah said:

I don't know if anyone has an answer or if this was just buried in the thread. Does anyone know if a snow shelter protects you from wild life? Wiki says different. Evidence that says otherwise.

Just trying to apply logic, since it never happened to me, and if someone has direct experience to report it will be greatly appreciated. The snow shelter is not a physical protection. I guess if a bear is chasing you and you dive into a snow shelter the bear will just pull you out and abuse you as usual. But it makes you harder to detect. The bear in the gif is calmly approaching a bunch of interesting pieces of meat and it almost scorches itself on a fire, so it gets startled and runs away, still unaware of the survivor's presence. If a bear is charging you then hiding behind a campfire is useless (and I personally experienced it), but a calm bear won't walk into the flames just for the hell of it.

Or so I think.

Thanks, reverse translation can be bothersome.

7 hours ago, Drifter Man said:

Some excellent info here - thanks.

I gave up snares after I couldn't catch nearly anything except the first day I placed them. Next day, and on the following days, they'd be no rabbits anywhere (hopping or caught).

I'll give them another try.

I don't remember how they're called, but rabbit spawning areas are marked on maps, and new rabbits appear daily to replace dead ones. There are other places which may have rabbits but they are random, and may have deer or wolves as well.

"Die-die, man things! Horned Rat will rule-rule!"
Gulping a smoking piece of warpstone the mighty Grey Seer unleashed his foul magic, summoning a great Vermintide. A boiling writhing wave of bloodthirsty rodents charged at the massed ranks of Altdorf halberdiers. The imperial troops steeled their resolve, bracing themselves for the horrifying attack. Then the unbelievable happened. The squeaking mass of plague infected beasts ground to a halt. A hidden wall of cleverly disguised snares stopped their advance, necks snapped and paws maimed. The obscene sorcery binding their will faded away and the surviving rats scattered in panic.
A roaring command echoed from the imperial general.
"Charge! For our homes! For mankind! FOR SIGMAR!!"
The shocked Grey Seer wasn't fast enough.
The courage of Men didn't falter that day. The few surviving skaven fled deep into their filthy tunnels, cursing the Day of trap-field for many years.

Anyway, if you go onto one of the big rocks near the river and light a fire you'll feel warmer, and when you shoot the moose causing it to charge you it will stop a few paces away and turn around exposing its huge flank.

I think it's the area near the cat tails roughly at 1750x 2100y, I remember exiting from the side door and going left. anyway, that's the river, look for a swampy area with a big fallen tree.

If you leave the barn and head for the river there's a swampy area not far from the bridge. I found one there. And there's a dirty trick to be used with the rocks.

The Shaman Challenge. Light a fire (place a torch if indoors), draw a symbol with coal, stones or tinder and leave a ritual offering of food and water near every corpse, and place a wolf skin under him/her.

Cool, I missed it.

Funny, my plan was to light several big campfires at the top of the lighthouse and then run down to take a picture and pretend it's working.

10 hours ago, FunkyFuggerson said:

Day 697, I returned to ML, I haven't been to this region since day 124, I remember I left many snares out behind the trappers. I am at the dam currently writing this, tomorrow I will go to the trappers. 

Day 698, I made it to the trappers, but instead of the cabin and surrounding areas there was a gigantic pile of rotting rabbit corpses. When I got closer it began to groan and swell. Soon the corpses began to melt together into a formless blob of meat and gut and staring eyes. It twitched and began to expand at an accelerated rate. The mass of bunny bodies soon began to consume everything in its path. I saw a deer get completely absorbed into that mass of flesh and bone. I ran for my life and dropped my pack of goods. I saw that get absorbed into its mass as well, the blob making horrible screeching and squelching noises. I ran through the rail tunnel into the muskeg screaming for my life. I dared to look over my shoulder, I saw something that would bring even the most steeled of minds to insanity. A horrible profusion of errant flesh came bounding over the cliffside like a tidal wave of squealing doom. I ran up into hat creek, I lit my last road flare and stepped into the cave at the basin of the waterfall. I laughed and cried and screamed for death as I ran through the dark halls. I heard the flesh give a mighty roar, I felt the ground quake underneath me. The cave began to collapse, I just barely made it out alive. When I entered outside it was a sight to behold, across the entirety of the muskeg the bunny corpse pile had covered every inch of land. When I looked down upon the ground I could see I was standing upon live rabbits, but they were all fused together. Twitching ears and flailing legs surrounded me. I stooped down and stabbed my flare into the flesh, it screamed and began to move. I felt my feet being pulled down into the mass. I tried to fight it but like quick sand the more I fought the more I was sucked into it. The bunnies began squeaking in unison as I was pulled farther and farther down. I unsheathed my improvised hatchet and began hacking wildly. I cut away at the flesh hack by hack, the ground rang out an ear splitting screech. Hundreds of mouths began to cut into my legs and sides. They were digging into my flesh like razors, but so much adrenaline was pumping though my veins I did not feel any pain. I stabbed and hacked and managed to climb up onto a fleshy tree. Covered in viscera and entrails I finally collapsed from exhaustion. 

Day 698, I awoke on the flesh like tree, it appeared to also be made of bunnies. I felt soft whiskers against my cheek, hot breath on my neck. The rabbits were affectionately nuzzling me. I got down from the tree, I pulled out my hip flask and took a long swig. But no water met my lips, damnit I forgot to fill it with water. I trudged around the overlook, but I found nothing of interest besides endless fused rabbits. I climbed down the overlook, stabbing my hatchet into the fleshy sides of the cliff in order to gain a foot hold. I stepped down onto the marsh, now covered in endless rabbit flesh. I saw a hunters blind in the distance, but when approaching it, it to was covered in fur and eyes. I wont last much longer without water, But there has to be something under all this flesh right? Right? Possibilities begin rushing through my head like a wildfire, all of them ending in my painful demise. I take out my hatchet and begin hacking at the flesh once more, More and more I begin to tunnel down, I feel my hatchet sink and absorb into the flesh but it doesn't matter. I take off my gloves and I begin scooping out entrails and meat and tossing them out of the hole. I feel my fingers being chewed down to the bone by thousands of gnawing and raving mouths. I feel them tearing at my clothing, but I strike something. I feel it, its a large vein, stabbing into it with my mouth I drink my fill of warm blood. I wipe my mouth, cackling with bliss I climb back out of the hole. The ground beneath me moves and ripples with every step I take. I see a wolf in the distance, It barks at me but it doesn't seem to be able to get a stable footing on the ground. I here its yelps as it is absorbed into the mass. 

Day 799, I wear a thick covering of rabbit fur now, and I live in a tent of rabbit fur. Rabbit, rabbits... Why why did i have to leave all those snares outside of the trappers cabin? Why didn't I just kill those rabbits before they did this! I made my way to the ocean, but there was no ocean, I walked and walked for hundreds of miles but there was nothing but endless rabbits. Sometimes I would see fleas, endless waves of fleas, they were like blankets of thick insects. I remember the first flea storm I had to bear through, it was an endless barrage of insects, I couldn't breathe without swallowing them. Once the storm was over the fleas were like locusts, they ate through the skin and fur and soon tore into the body's of the endless rabbits. I trudged onward for another hundred miles, but it was exceedingly difficult. Where the ground was once firm and soft it was now a goopy mess of eaten and rotting flesh. So much fleas had gotten on me that I tore all my hair off, and I scratched so hard I tore my skin from my arms. My only source of sustenance is the occasional artery I find, I stab it open, drinking my fill of blood.

Day 823, I made it to the mainland today, I could tell it was. The large city's had been covered in rabbit fur and eyes and ears. I saw mouths the size of houses with jagged teeth as large as cars jutting out of the ground. I found a pair of corpses as well, half human half rabbit. It was two adults and a child, I realized they were still alive, I quickly took advantage and I ripped them open and drank there blood. I kept moving, the ground below me is becoming restless, the flesh beneath my feet occasionally moves and jitters. I feel it trying to absorb me, but I resist, Ive fashioned a new hatchet, one of bone and sinew. Soon I will have a knife! A knife! And a spear! Yes yess! I will tear everything apart! HACK THIS WORLD TO PEICES, YES YES YES YES YES!!!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA

Day 2348, Today I emerged from my bone palace and made sure my bunny slaves were ripe for the bleeding. I made bunny slave 89 cut them open, I let her take there lungs for her meal but no, only I get the heart and blood! All the other bunny slaves are talking about rebelling, once I hear this I pin there skin apart and eat them from the inside out while they are still living. There squealing is enough to scare the others into submission. WHY WOULD THEY REBEL YOU SAY???? I created my bunny slaves from the flesh, I sculpted them! I am there father! Fathers get to do whatever they want with there children! I created this world, I left those snares, this is my world, MINE. My bunny slaves want to rebel they can, but I will sic the flesh on them, I will absorb them into the mass and I will start again. I am the god of my realm, I am the creator! Mine mine mine mine mine mine! 

Day 24455, Everything is dying, my bunny slaves have died, my bone palace has crumbled. The mass underneath me has stopped moving, the tick storms have stopped raging. The air is thick with decay, I fear my end is upon me. I wandered for thousands of miles during the last of my days. All I found was dead bodies piled high, there is no noise besides my ragged breath. The stench is something unfathomable, it smells like everything foul that this earth has ever produced. I have many bone cups of blood, but it has gone stale. I no longer have my blood to keep me alive, I will die soon. 

Day 24456, The only proof I was still on earth was the stars and the sun. A heavy fog so thick you could cut it with a knife has descended upon the land. I cannot see anything but fog. The stars, the sun, the only warmth and solace I ever felt is gone. The ground below me has rotted away, leaving only an endless and intricate weaving skeleton. It looks as if a million skeletons have been fused together, creating a spiderweb of bone. I cannot move much anymore, each step breaks the ground and I fall ever deeper into an endless abyss. I will reshape this bone one last time, I will create one last kingdom. 

Captains log #234, Ship ID Q1P92OP1

Hello, I am Knef'twue, I am the commander of this ship, this is my personal log. My and my team have recently found a planet that appears to have once harbored life. Data samples brought back from the planet appear inclusive, the whole planet appears to be covered in a thick shell of calcium. Scouting expeditions have yielded meager results but we have found a sign of a civilization. A city spanning about 12 Gleptocrams has been found, it appears to be made of the same material covering the planet. The city seems to be mostly large towers of the calcium substance, with many large houses dotted around in an erratic pattern. A large castle stands a top a hill, inside all the scouting team found was a heavily decomposed pile and a large book full of scrawling's. Even are best scribes cannot decipher the writing in this book. I have had the symbols stored in the archives for further study. The decomposed pile appears to be organic, with what appears to be extremely small creatures covering its surface. Very odd... The pile has been sent back to laboratory #23Q3FGH for further study. I have seen many ruined worlds, but this one is most perplexing. 

Quick, somebody call Martin Rosen!

Surviving another day is epic.

My colleagues: "my character finally found the Oversized sword of flamboyant titanchopping that gives vampiric strike when paired with the Armour of crimson imperviousness!"

Me: "my character managed to craft a bow, four arrows and I have enough wolf pelts for a jacket!"

Have you considered answering more often to the Wishlist? Some "maybe" "yes" or "no way" would avoid the countless cloned topics about cougars, candles, rabbitskin headgear and so on, for good or for ill.

When I end up clobbering a wolf with an hatchet I patch myself up if needed and then mend the most damaged clothing item, which is a way to pass time. I usually see the wolf running around blurred as I work and then find it dead. A good way to pass time is doing something useful, of course if no other menaces are around.

18 minutes ago, Pillock said:

Another related issue I have is that the ignition source defaults to the mag lens if you're carrying one. 

It's an alphabetical order thingy after all, "Torch" comes after "MaTches" and "maGnifier" before them. In italian they're "torcia", "fiammiferi" and "lente" so I have the same issue searching for the torch but the magnifier is not on top. An even simpler solution would be to allow the choice for different arrangements to the menu. z-a alphabetical order would surely help, such as increasing condition (torches usually are low and matches always on 100%). It wouldn't always help (magnifiers are random and flares instantly switch from 100 to 0 when totally spent) but better then nothing.