Project Zomboid added a new hard mode. That’s great, I love that. Like six percent of the zomboids sprint at you. Scared the piss out of me the first time it happened, awesome stuff. But what do you mean that some of them can use doors
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i am… stuck inside a car…. :x
i can’t exit… can’t change seats… nothing is in the way… i’m just?? stuck?? any attempt to exit or change seats just results in an endless action loading bar akfjskfj
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Welcome to the admin page for the B42 ZombiesInMyGotdangKY server! I can be called just admin if you like (cause I’m the only one for now) or J, or whatever you really like. I’ll be signing most posts simply with -💌
So, pinned post clearly, just some basic rules for the server.
- Be respectful within reason. Yes its a role play server, yes your character can be a jerk, but please be reasonable.
- No excessive griefing. You wanna be a bandit? That’s fine. Rob a few other players if you want to, but no destroying bases or repeatedly killing the same players character. You can have a rival base and such, no worries, but if it’s brought to my attention that it’s becoming harassment, you’ll be banned. PVP will be enabled but I can always take it away.
- No excessive use of racial insults or slurs. I don’t care if its part of your character RP that they’re a racist. They’ll just have to be a quiet racist (yes, this is an issue I’ve run across) if I catch it, instant ban. That being said, character development stories among your group will be allowed as long as all are on board.
- If the server needs to be soft or hard reset, I’ll give at least 24 hours notice here and announced over server two-way radios when an admin frequency is designated.
- Remember that this could get bricked with further updates
- This is a ROLEPLAY server. You can play out whatever story you want, but be conscious of other players. If they aren’t into what you’re trying to initate, move on. Some players won’t want to play out romances. Some don’t want long-term story play. Someone else will. Its fine.
- Just because your players flirt a little, or have an in-game romance that’s not an invite to try and personally message them or consider them a real life romance. I have no problem with you making friends to talk to off server but if you message and they’re not interested, move on.
- There’s currently no mods enabled, but that’s because every time I try to add b42 mods, even if they’re up to date, they break the game. With further stabilization, they may be added.
- For the time being most resources will be set between common or normal. As balancing gets better for b42, things can be changed as needed.
- These are good old crap zombies. Shamblers, eyesight and hearing are set to random between poor and normal. Normal strength but they’re not very tough. Not a hard-core server by any means. Population set to normal.
- Plants cannot be grown inside and growing seasons will be applicable. Animals will currently be set to the default. Animal calls will not attract zombies.
- These are the end days. You can genuinly be whoever you want. I don’t care if your character is like 16 or 80. Just don’t be weird.
- Anyone can claim a safehouse, admin or player.
That’s it for now. More rules may be added as necessary, if you guys figure out ways to make the experience suck for others.
The server will be going live this evening (02/08), hopefully around 6pm EST. I’ll post the access link once it does. Happy surviving!
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came to the realization that chest binders as we know them today weren’t exactly being mass produced in 1993 and even if they were my boy Evan wouldn’t be able to afford it, so now my poor boy is surviving the apocalypse in ace bandages.
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I HAVENT PLAYRD PROJECTED ZOMBOUD IN 3 FUCKING YEARW QNR I STILL MOVR RXACTLY LIKE A FUCJING PROJECT OZOMBOUF CHARACTET AND THINK LIKE IT IM ALWAYS FUCKING THINKING ABIUT HOW TO GRIW CABBAGE AND THAT I NEED TO KEEP ON THE LOOKOUT FOR FUCLING ZOMBOIFD THAT ARENT REAL
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Playing zomboid with a server of people i know (about 10 of us) and I’m in a group of people that consists of Ted kasntsky, random woman, and Che Guevara (me).
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The African penguins in Candelabra Zoo are noisy.
Their habitat is still very much a WIP.
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The fun thing about this series is that I can design many alternative versions of my girl 🦝✨
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Alr i did´nt post here for a long time, but i need to share more about my oc lol ✨🦝
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Trixie Vesper (14)
Rol: Casi antiheroína
Diva, brillante y peligrosamente perfecta.
Todo le sale bien. Demasiado bien.
Tan perfecta que hasta su creadora la termina irritando. (Pero en el fondo la quiero)
Le gusta ser mala, provocar y molestar a Sashi solo porque puede. Aun así, se preocupa por Penn más de lo que admite y no siempre está de acuerdo con Rippen: su maldad tiene límites, aunque jamás los confiese.
Con Boone mantiene un respeto mutuo; él fue quien alguna vez la ayudó a ser escuchada, y eso no se olvida.
Larry es prácticamente su tío postizo: entre millonarios, el entendimiento es automático.
No es heroína ni villana.
Trixie es la chica que sonríe mientras inclina el tablero… y siempre le sale bien cada jugada.
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Trixie Vesper (14)
Role: Almost anti-heroine
Young, brilliant, and dangerously perfect.
Everything goes right for her. Too right.
So perfect that even her own creator ends up hating her a little.
She enjoys being bad, provoking others, and teasing Sashi just because she can. Still, she cares about Penn more than she ever admits and doesn’t always agree with Rippen: her cruelty has limits, even if she never confesses them.
She shares mutual respect with Boone, who once helped her be heard—something she never forgets.
Larry is basically her honorary uncle; between millionaires, understanding comes naturally.
She’s neither hero nor villain.
Trixie is the girl who smiles while tilting the board… and always lands on her feet.
“I swear, if you two mess this up, I’m pretending I don’t know you”
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June 9th, 1993
It’s raining outside. I’ve always loved the June rain. There’s something about how clean it feels on your skin that makes me want to run outside and play with my kids as they stomp around willy-nilly.
Except, they’re still in Riverside with their father. And will be, until school starts up. I should be grateful that I get them as long as I do. And, admittedly, it’s nice having the house to myself for a few months out of the year. The job is demanding enough that these moments, like the one I’m having right now, feel even more peaceful. The sun has barely risen, and it’s times like these when I think it’s at its most beautiful.
There’s some sort of commotion outside. If there was a true emergency I would have gotten a call from the firehouse - still, I’d rather go out and check. It’s the neighborly thing to do, and I’m never really off of the clock, am I?
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July 15th, 1993. 12:00
Holy fucking mother fucking shit balls motherFUCK. I just got back from the diner. Good god I must have killed nearly 30 of those things trying to get to it. My crowbar nearly snapped in half, I swear. Jesus fuck I’m covered in so much blood.
[[MORE]]But I have so much food now. So. Worth it, I think. I mean jars of peanut butter, boxes and BOXES of cereal, a couple of bags of rice and beans and lentils and shit. Uncooked yeah but theres a lot to be eaten.
After I checked the restaurant and kitchens I realized that there was an apartment up above. The door leading to the stairway to go up was empty so I had to take it off of its hinges. You’ll never know how nerve-wracking it is to do something like that just smack dab in the middle of everything. The parking lot over, there must have been what, another 50 of the motherfuckers? AND we’re right up against the freeway, and by god if I don’t know how many dead people are wandering around on that concrete river.
But I wasn’t heard or spotted and the apartment was empty. The kitchen was nearly fully loaded though, and - and you’ll never believe this - but I found a rifle and a couple a boxes of ammo in the closet of the bedroom. I’m living like a KING, I tell you, the last King on Earth.
Jesus fuck I think I’m going insane. Its been what, a week with no human contact and I’m slipping? Not even a week. I always thought I’d last longer.
God, I feel good. I mean, I’m alive! What else could I ask for? That apartment above the diner is seeming like a preeeeetty nice spot for a base. The farmhouse is nice, yeah, but its so far removed from everything. I know thats one of its strengths, but hell, thats why I haven’t even brought the car up to it yet. And the diner, it’s next to a parking lot FILLED with cars.
Maybe I’ll go finish clearing the diner and the building next to it. I like it here, at the farmhouse, but maybe here isn’t where I need to stay? At least not forever.
My arms are mighty tired, though. Those cars in the lot next to it gave me an idea though. I mean, I’m sure their previous owners wouldn’t mind if I borrowed them as a sort of advanced battering ram against these cursed hordes?
Jesus I am going insane. And I can’t even fully blame those prison literature classes. But I can’t just stay here in the house, not while theres sunlight left. I’m gonna go to the diner and see what I can’t do. When I come back I’m gonna see about bringing the car up to the house, or at least closer to it. I found a bunch of paint cans in a storage room, did I mention? Maybe that old-ass jalopy needs a new coat before she and I brave this horrible world together once more.
