Let's Survive Zafehouse: Diaries!

I thought I had posted! Sorry about that!

I will also modify something for combat. If there's nothing left, I'll cook or watch.

CuteCat /Pipsqueak wants to modify for close combat.
Shelby Darlene /Amanohashi wants to watch.
Sharp Whiskey /Caoimhe wants to search for medical supplies.
vayaviya /Dist wants to investigate the church.
SongBird /Song wants to modify for close combat, and watch/cook if there's nothing to modify.



Caoimhe is frantically searching the warehouse for a bandage to patch up her lacerations. Will she find it? And the answer is...




NO

This is going to be like the situation with the splints again, isn't it



Good job, Dist. Good job drawing zombies to our location. Very helpful of you.

Also, Pipsqueak and Song aren't modifying anything any more because I make it a policy to save immediately after a session of playing for this LP because of the fiasco that was the first couple rounds. When that happens, actions like modification are disrupted. I know, it's annoying, but there's nothing we can do about it. So, whenever you see that your teammates have chosen to modify something, please chain actions that will take up at least a few turns so they can actually get their modifications done. ESPECIALLY if it's Song, like what happened this turn, because she has only three modification stars compared to Pipsqueak's five. Thanks.

Speaking of Song and Pipsqueak, did you notice that apparently they pissed each other off even though they weren't even working on the same project? And it's not even like they needed to squabble over engineering tools, the warehouse has plenty of them! Pipsqueak probably noticed how horrible Song was at modifying and started poking fun at her or something. Damnit, Pipsqueak, Song doesn't even have HANDS. Give her a break, jeez.



Your relationships overall aren't too horrible though. You can thank the radio frequency for that. Dead laptops probably aren't going to start flying... yet.

Give me a break- I'm modifying a hacksaw with fins! I can't exactly use many tools, can I now?

For my next turn, I think I might try cooking or <EDIT: INVESTIGATING> the hospital.

I assume you mean investigating, unless you mean you want to breach and search the hospital by yourself. Which I would be extremely pleased for do for you if you so choose, mind you. :D

*Grumble* I wanted that hacksaw... Got stuck with a pair of pliers (I made 'em better!) just 'cause you were gonna have it and you don't even know what you're doing!

I'm gonna modify this stuff for assault while we're here... Anyone wanna move? We got what we wanted, right?

(Terrifying pair of pliers. Pip, just... What are you doing. There's a fire axe and a ton of things, why would you make pliers into a deadly weapon?)

Holy shit, NO. He can't have Snark.

I don't care if he liked watching zombies maul each other, I still don't want him in there with Mr. Experiments-with-dog-heads.

But Song is moving, isn't she? The brave officer just volunteered to breach and search the hospital all by her lonesome. :D

And with that, we have a tie. The next person to vote will decide Snark's fate.

INVESTIGATING. INVESTIGATING. I may be a goldfish, but I'm not completely suicidal.
Unless everyone else wants to help me breach

Geh... What a pain.

Don't give him Snark. I like that guy even less.

VOTE CLOSED! No more trying to kill off Snark, now. :<

(See? No murders.... what, still aren't talking?)
This place has not changed.
(... you seem thrilled at that.)
I am not.
(You look up frilly-brained liberals and miss sarcasm.)
... oui. It is the same as always. In a way, I find it comforting. Vice, weakness, petty cruelty, it is as certain as the stars themselves. I would find it comforting, were it not so irritating. Now, kindly hand over my hat. I must patrol and try to prevent the inevetiable retaliation from this loathsome asp of a man. Always distrations...

Don't think you need to worry too much, Javert.



He just threw some stuff at us that, despite Zelda's hints, doesn't seem to show up in our inventory, so whatever.

Aaaaand the zombie church is BACK again with more of their stupid demands!



I mean, don't the dead eat human brains. Isn't that like common knowledge? What need do you have for our chicken foetuses and dismembered cow corpses?

(We have 138 food stockpiled and are currently losing 3 food per day.)

I never worry 'too much'. Considering I am surrounded by fools who wish to light their own funeral pyre, I would say I worry just enough.

And non. All I will ever give these so-called 'Chosen Ones' is the flame and the sword they so richly deserve before they infect the masses with their dangerous ideas.

Guys. No!

MÉXICO, CABRONES. DÉMOSLE UNAS DE ESTAS MADRES A LOS WEYES, SI NI TANTO NOS CUESTA.

In other words, why the fuck not.

*causes the little marionette to raise it's hand*

"I don't see how agreeing to the demands of the zombie death cult could possibly end badly. Let us celebrate and wear masques and all praise Mictlantecuhtli!"

Sorry guys, maybe if we had a bit more food, but for now I'm going to have to say no.

Ha! Take that Dr.Whatshisface! I am assistant to no one! I am my own mad scientist! MUHAHAHAHA

*ahem* yeah, let the crazy zombie church have their needlessly extravagant party that will consume 10 days worth of food.

We may've made a mistake, guys.

Oh hell no.

Good job guys. You locked us out completely from researching the cure.

Also no. NO. no. no. No. No. No. No. no. Like for once: just say no to the death cult.

There will be other scientists, in other towns. Right now let's just concentrate on staying alive.

This just keeps getting better worse. We may want to consider hauling ass out of here.

Hmm. I don't know about you all, but I don't like the sound of that.

Anyway, regardless of what the Zombie King might be planning, our merry post-apocalyptic co-habitation with the undead carries on as usual...



"I didn't see a single zombie"

Except for yourself, I presume, Zombie Number Eleven. :>



The Riffs are probably less impressed and more thinking we're utter lunatics for raising an entire army of pet zombies. We have eighteen of them in total. Most, being soldiers pre-putrefaction, are stationed permanently at Javert's old home. The rest I set to farming and/or scouting.

Thanks to them, we're safe from (other) pests like the Judgement Gang as well.



Friendly pet zombies > Card-carrying Catholic biker-wannabes

Anyway, this finally happened after a lot of faffing around:





Well then. Shall we? :D

Hell yes. Let's do this founding-fathers style.

Hell yeah!!

Is there any reason not to? Let's.

*paces the wooden figure back and forth, deftly causing it to stroke it's chin.*

On the one hand, it's clearly a good idea to re-establish some form of governance.

On the other, under the circumstances, I can't help but wonder...

How can we sure this won't be just a puppet government?

In as much as Oz had strawman politics.

Before we start writing the constitution, there are a few loose ends to tie up here and there. Buildings to reclaim, food to scavenge, more people to recruit (I'm still trying to find Umazes and Knock Out)...

Oh, and our antivenom research is finally done, no thanks to Dr. Boobiebegone or whatever his name was.



So they're now... half fatal? As in, they'll turn you into something between living human and corpse? As in, a zombie? I see the Zombie King's teachings has penetrated further than I thought...

Oh, and also I remember DK asking for more fire in this LP. Now's your chance, Davian Korran!



I will be very disappointed if you vote anything other than "GOD FUCKING DAMN YES".

(EDIT: Oh, and also vote on what research you want to do, I guess. It's a choice between signalling or preservation.)

Preservation.

And

HOLY SHIT ON A STICK YES

Holy fuckballs yes!

YES YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES

Fine, fine! Geez, people, calm do- WHOAH LINK LOOK OUT!



Welp. At least he didn't get barbecued like the rest of them.



Guess what we're having for dinner tonight? *licks lips*

Oooh ooh ooh and guess who we found buried under the ashes?



Umazes! You're alive! I thought you died pathetically a long time ago!

Sure, she does smell a little funky and she seems to have let her skincare go and it's a just a leeeeeettle suspicious how she keeps cackling to herself about trains - nah, it's trains, not brains, there's obviously something wrong with your ears - but hey, it's Umazes, our old friend! Let's hope she stays alive(?) for a little longer this time, eh?

Anyway, she seems pretty eager to lock herself into the lab with defenseless yet rather luscious-looking old Javert, Link, and Snark, so remember to vote for whether you want to research signalling or preservation!

Preservation. Maybe we'll learn how to keep our zombie slaves fresher as well.

Why draft a constitution when you could just give yourselves unlimited power?

Preservation does indeed seem like a good idea. Can we research trains, next? I like trains. Trains are interesting. So...deliciously complex.

Back in my day, you had to become the leader of Montreuil-sur-Mer the old fashioned way: saving the police chief's kids from a burning building AND revolutionizing the town's jewelry manufacturing!

(Obscure Les Mis joke, move along, nothing to see here.)

PRESERVATION.

ALSO PUT UMAZES BACK IN THE GROUND.

By which I mean send her on incredibly dangerous missions. Or I don't care put her on the braintrust.

Also before we start drafting the constitution, I recommend we shore up our defenses? Why? Oh no particular reason...

Look at all that foreshadowing.