If you really wanna know how this game is like, read all of this.
You have gotten me addicted.
This game is amazing, even though there is no cinematics... I feel like Im actually in the game. Reading and
rereading all the text is so immersive.
I remember finally setting up a campsite, a place I can stay warm.
It was a good few nights, resting and building the courage to go out there and scavenge again.
Then I heard some footsteps in the trees around my camp.
I decided to hide and assume it was just a small wilderness creature.
Then a bloke walks up to my campfire, looking through my things.
I knew he wasnt friendly due to the spear he held with such a firm grip.
So I struck from the shadows.
Laceration after laceration and stab after stab.
I finally ended his life...found his wallet.
Bog Muthman... or something like that. Can't remember, I found a couple of dollars.
Decided to wear some of his clothing, who'da thunk he'd be my size.
I bet we would have been great pals if all this apocolypse chaos never happened.
Found his facny backpack, with a composite bow packed inside. I told my self I wont waste anything and would use this bow to my advantage... for Bog's sake.
That night... I heard a howl.
I woke up the next morning just to see out near the treeline there was a large furry figure on two legs.
I bolted, my natural human instinct kicked in and I could feel the goosebumps rise.
I ran in the opposite direction, cover my tracks just to make sure this beast wouldnt find me.
I was out in the fields... found some farmhouses with bottles of water and ketchup.
I was so very hungry.
I thought that if I just take a trek for a day and come back, maybe I could have my campsite to myself again.
Decided to sleep in the grass...
It was the most terryfying night of sleep ever.
Nightmares of the beast came to me.
I luckily woke with a calm about me, ready to head back to my original camp.
Was a days travel and the sun was setting as I was approaching the forest I call home.
I knew it would be a good half hour until I made it there... but the sun would be gone by then.
Just one hex away...
I could make it...
Then I gasped.
Out of nowhere the beast was barking in the distance.
All I could hear was the thumping of his four legs and the profuse growling.
I started sprinting for my life.
But it wouldnt help, I could hear creature was catching up too fast.
I was panicking, it was pitchblack.
I couldnt see and the adrenaline was the only thing I could count on to get me out alive.
I got tackled.
The creature standing over me, ready to pounce and rip my face off.
I decided in spite of the moment of fear I was having... to trip the beast.
It fell and I was able to get back up.
I reached for my cleaver and prepared to swing.
I noticed the creature already had some large cuts and was bleeding.
I knew that couldnt stop me, I had to end its life for my own saftey.
I swung, and one slash after another I was painfully killing this beast.
Sqealing and whimpering, unable to move... it stopped moving.
I thought it was dead... My head was turning and the headache was unbareable.
I sat down next to the dog like creature's warm body.
Calming down.... then Its head tilted up and bit me on my leg.
I kicked it with my other.
I was in extreme pain and was bleeding.
I started crawling...
I didnt want to look back, just knew I had to keep crawling.
Eventually I fell unconcious on a small hillside about fifty meters away from the black furry body.
I woke feeling very tired and weak. I couldn't stand up and It hurt to move my leg.
I looked back at the creature, I was sure it was dead. Hadn't moved since after it bit me... there was a pool of
blood around it and a black bird pecking at its flesh.
I knew I had to crawl my way back to my camp, if I could even tell where that was.
Being low on the ground hindered my sense of direction. Who knows how far I could have ran that night in the
It felt like my nightmares.
I thought I saw something.
Maybe they could be freindly.
Maybe they could be harmful.
Either way I had to try for help.
My chances weren't looking so slim.
I called out "HEEEELLLP"
Followed by a few coughs, I think my rib cage was broken.
The man turned toward me, not that far from me. I only slightly saw his facial expression.
He looked crazed.
His eyes centered on me and he started sprinting. It looked demonic, he was bald.
I had a bad feeling.
It seemed that everything just wants to kill me.
I had to stand up.
But I did it.
He just kept sprinting.
Then something happened, which I have to admit cheered me up.
He tripped, and not too far away from me.
I slowly limped towards him.
He looked up at me and with the small amount of energy I had left, I slashed him.
He screamed in pain.
He backed up, shirt in blood.
I asked why he looked like he wanted to rip my heart out...
He didnt reply and while on his back laying on the floor in front of me, he kicked my damaged leg.
I riled in pain and fell to the floor.
He stood up and in a snap like that, now I was at his mercy.
He didnt even bother to use my dropped cleaver.
He just hit me...
One fist, the another... followed by a kick.
It was torture.
Eventually I blacked out...
I died to a beating by a bald insane man.
This great detail is what I imagined was happening in my mind as I was reading the actions both I and the enemies in game were doing.
Its like reading a book where you honestly don't know what could happen.
10/10 would play again.