conanjaguar

@piddy3825 Believe me, I will.

Oh, believe me, I dream of it. His first try at Interloper was well-worth remembering. For some reason, RNG and dice have always been in his favor, so whenever he got chewed on after finding Mukluks, a Cowichan, Expeditionary Parka, Mariner’s Pea Coat, Ski Boots, Long Johns and Climbing Socks, I tell him: “If you get chewed on again, it’s game over.” He never listens to me... “Revenge is sweet. It’s like hot chocolate, but with more screaming.”

Affirmative. What regions have not been extensively combed for corpses yet?

Well... here is Mordred as of DAY 14: Strange... when Mordred awoke this morning, the diary only listed “12 days, 10 hours, 41 minutes”. Is my timer off? Mordred chugged a jug of maple syrup and went out to the porch. Bruno and Rufus were nowhere in sight, so Mordred went out to the shed to pick up the hacksaw that had been there. However, Rufus materialized out of thin air and chewed him up pretty good. Down to 50% condition, Mordred went into the tractor to apply a bandage, then looked for... the revolver! Where was it? My brother had apparently thought it was funny to start Mordred up in my absence and drop both the rifle and the revolver by the bed. No wonder when I clicked “2” all I came up with was a stone! Mordred ran inside, drank a birch tea, picked up the guns, read the Frontier Shooting Guide, and went back out. Bruno had noticed, and ran up to the porch, turning away before I could get a shot in. Mordred combed the area, getting chewed on again by Bruno, again, near the shed. However, he did bring back a kilo of deer meat and a hide. After a terrible day, Mordred vented his anger by shooting the doorknob... twice, giving me a pretty nasty jumpscare. Then he spent the rest of the day reading, repairing, and organizing. Hopefully tomorrow will be better...

Can anyone give a quick summary of what has occurred so far? It’s a bit much to take in all at once. But, here goes with my piece: Christine finished packing up. What little had not been packed already or had been chosen to be left behind was arranged on the table in the dining room. It was mostly small items, such as a few cans of beans, some packaged pancake and soup mixes, a tin of coffee, and some tins of dog food for Mocha. There were also assorted items that might be useful later, such as a sewing kit, some scraps of extra cloth, a fishing tackle, a lighter, and a box of matches. Christine packed all these things into a small satchel, thought a moment, and then added Emma’s stuffed bear (that doubled as Mocha’s favorite chew toy) on top. ”I think that’s it,” she called out to Erik. “We can get going as soon as-“ Christine was cut off by Mocha’s frantic barking. By now, they had learned to trust the dog’s instincts, and immediately knew something was off. Erik unholstered the revolver, checking the cylinder. “Only five shots left,” he growled. “Whatever’s out there better be very fragile.” A crunching of snow on Christines’ right alerted her, and she spun to look, raising the rifle to her shoulder and racking the bolt. She gasped, not so much from horror as from wonder. It was a cougar, a truly magnificent creature. Apparently it had managed to keep well fed, for powerful muscles rippled just underneath the sleek, tawny pelt. It’s piercing slanted eyes regarded them with a mixture of haughty pride and disdain, as if to say, “What do I care of the fates and actions of mere humans? Do as you wish, but do not get in my way.” Erik and Christine still aimed their weapons, staring in awe at the beast. Even Mocha was cowed into shutting up. “There have never been cougars on Great Bear. He must have crossed from the Mainland.” Christine commented. “But that means...” ”It means,” Erik said, “that the Strait is frozen over. Otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to cross.”

That’s my queue! This poor soul was found on a small island in Mystery Lake. He had nothing whatsoever on or around him, except for another frozen corpse near the entrance to a fishing hut. I imagine that the frozen corpse was his friend, who got killed by one of the wolves that prowl the area. This guy probably sat down to grieve, and cried himself into the long dark...

@ajb1978 I was suggesting simpler arrows than simple arrows, for hunting bunnies until I get to a forge. Call them basic, if you will. I kind of like the idea of Broadhead arrows, but I feel that they would be much too powerful for such a cheap item. Flaming arrows... eh. Logical, but would probably not scare off a charging bear like a flare shot. Perhaps a better bow? Compound, recurve, et cetera? Or perhaps a longbow?

Or: the Molly Awards. You MUST use this as your home screen...

Wow! What a week! Three blackouts in a row, pizza night, and a weekend trip out of town do not add up to playing much of anything. I should have time to play some later today... assuming the power stays on. The weather is promising a summer storm. Gotta love South Carolina!

My meme?: I do not think that I’m very good at this... anyway, don’t believe the ads!

Another random idea: This last weekend, we met a fisherman who showed us how to filet a flounder. In doing so, he sharpened his knife on the window of his truck! This would likely require some changes to be made in the way entering a car works, and would need to allow windows to be rolled down during an aurora. It would sharpen the knife by one or two percent, taking as long as with a whetstone. A window can only sharpen a knife or improvised knife, nothing else.

“What, are we playing that pyramid game? Um... Ouch. Excruciating. Horrific. I’d rather have shards of glass in my eyes.” - Courtesy of Brian Regan

Or a mannequin...

@Michael1986 How about it?

@piddy3825 I haven’t been in the Blackrock complex yet. Would that work? Ooo... wait. (IDEA) How about turning Blackrock Prison into an asylum?

@Leeanda interesting. After racking my fertile brain, I came up with another one: 98. Dying of thirst while eating a box of crackers. Almost at 100! Is there a prize?

Is that even possible?

95. Freezing to death while starting a fire. 96. Not sure if this is possible, but freezing to death during a bear mauling after being stomped by a moose. Who wants to try?

I would envision that the entrance would be a waiting room, obviously. The turbine room could be a ward with beds and such, and the control room could be a... security office? I don’t remember the layout right off the bat, but I think there were some other rooms that could be used for storage. And of course, your creepy mannequins!

@piddy3825 What will be your next project? I think a good one would be turning Carter Hydro into a hospital.

DAY 12: Mordred awoke and set out for Milton itself. Apparently the nasty weather had chased the canine security guards back indoors, so Mordred made it to the town uninterrupted, making a beeline to Grey Mother’s house, but pausing to quickly loot the bank and some other houses. He found a Ragged Urban Parka and Light Outer Shell somewhere along the way, as well as more Dog Food and double maple syrup! On a hunch, Mordred checked the green car behind the Post Office. Sure enough, there was a rifle there! However, it was not in very good shape. Loading his new toy, a very encumbered Mordred quickly checked Grey Mother’s woodshed (nothing) and went into the house. There was some food, a cup of coffee, and a revolver laying under one of the beds! Both guns in one day! Mordred then went out to annoy the local wolves by throwing rocks at them… and paid the price. He bandaged the wound, limped back inside, and went to bed. DAY 13: Mordred ate a granola bar for breakfast and set out into the sunrise for Paradise Meadows. It was +1C today, so he made the best of it, getting all the way to the old Schoolhouse. There, the furry Schoolmaster decided to charge Mordred, veering off to munch on a rabbit. Mordred scared him off with a revolver shot that (obviously) missed, and nabbed the rabbit. Almost as soon as Mordred arrived at the shed, Bruno and Rufus eagerly ran out to welcome him. Three more revolver bullets were wasted trying to hit them, and Mordred went inside to drop some stuff and make a quick check of any obviously visible loot. Most prominent was another rifle laying on the bed. Why must everything show up when I already have it? Anyway, Mordred then spent the rest of the day looting the house, organizing, and going out to the porch to take potshots at Bruno and Rufus, taking their rabbits. RUMINATIONS: I’m back at Paradise Meadows. I think Mordred will cull the local wolves and then go up to the church or the crash site. From there, we can probably make it back to Trappers and stash all this loot. Then, I might be able to summit, following in the steps of @ManicManiac.

No offense taken. He is more a rival than an enemy. Rusty is off my list, too. I might consider doing that with Bruno and Rufus, but they are absolutely vicious.

I haven’t been with TLD long enough to remember the firebrand. However, swinging torches and/or flares at wolves seems a great way to deter them from charging.

Oh no. I feel Mordred taking ove- What?! You dare harm my RUSTY?! The only friend I have in this frozen wasteland... shut up Mordred.

John Carpenter fan too, huh?