Guess I couldn’t juggle the need for stealth with the need for supplies. Juggle… clown.. Get it? Hah!
I guess you could call me a well oiled machine, or at least, you could have. I did what I had to do to survive, and damn, was I ever good at it. Here I was, a 76 hour character. Armed to the teeth, saving bambies from bandits, slaughtering hundreds of Zeds along the way. But then, on that one cursed day, I read three innocent words that still haunt me to this day. “You are hungry.” Continue reading