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Sheepify:
A brief in-game update for all the fans out there (I think it's more than one, in any case).
The Wasteland is a harsh place.
It is a bleak landscape, filled with the cruel and brutal. Those to whom another being is just a step-stone in their power-hungry mad rush, one that inevitably ends with inglorious death at the hands of others who worship the very same values. It is a place where a single act of kindness shines like a beacon against the backdrop of everyday corruption.
I have seen the alternative. It is those dreams that drive me, that allow me to overcome the daily setbacks. In the dreams, the truth has been revealed to me. For I am the Chosen One, and I bring the world a way of Salvation.
To those who wish to follow, I offer this: let the Holy Brahmin guide your steps. It is through Them you shall find Deliverance. For only withing the walls of the Sacred Tent shall you know Peace.
In my Search, I have been harmed by men, mutants, and zombies. I have been savaged by dogs and scorpions, while rats gnawed on my legs. I was poisoned by floaters, my flesh was reshaped by the Glow, and I spent an unforgettable night on the crapper after eating at Modoc's Mom's.
And yet, as I hold the six Blessed hides, I cannot but feel pride in my accomplishment. My pack contains enough to trade for the remaining four, for Ten is the number I shall Seek, and Ten shall be my Absolvence.
The Wasteland taught me. My steps are now light, and I blend in the shadows to avoid any that would hinder my Quest. Like a ghost I flow by raiders and used-car salesmen; I am the unfelt breeze at the back of highwaymen and deadly giant rats.
I digress, and it is my downfall. Blindly, I step from behind a wall, into a full-blown firefight. The Regulators and scavengers are at it with some wanderer types. Still, they do not see me. I am a rock. I am a stone.
Then the friggin' guy in metal armor shoots in goddamed full auto at the bloody scavenger I spawned next to and one-shots me! Can you believe that crap? I mean, there go the hides. There go the caps. And yep, that's my kidney on the ground right there. Again. And I didn't even pick Jinxed! WTF?!
...for I am the Chosen One.
tl;dr version: Got caps/hides to finally get the tent. Was on the way to finalize the transaction. Ended up in a "random encounter" where other players were fighting Regulators and Scavengers. Spawned, still in sneak mode, next to a scavenger, immediately ate full-auto burst meant for the NPC. Died. Again. ;D
P.S. You encounter: Deathclaws and Rats. - who sets up those encounter tables?! ;D
xanister:
I will sponsor some hides, guns and ammo to the daily brahmin. Anything to keep the press running
Sheepify:
--- Quote from: xanister on June 22, 2010, 07:02:31 AM ---I will sponsor some hides, guns and ammo to the daily brahmin. Anything to keep the press running
--- End quote ---
I can assure you, the Press always runs. Away from things. The only time it does not run is when it's dead ;D
... which, admittedly, is quite often.
TuX:
I remember when I started playing Fonline in October. My experiences were quite similar to yours. I read something on how to earn money on the forums (at the time the only forum was on NMA), so I talked to a black dude in a red shirt and after a while I was happily shoveling shit. In Redding. So after my first paycheck some guy came around and helped me by providing me with an extra breathing hole. Who needs an arm and a couple of internal organs, right?
It was after this event that i ventured south, to the famous NCR and like you Sheepify I partook the same very quest.
Good times
Sheepify:
From the Annals of the Chosen One:
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