Zombiemonkey

Never.

I don't have anything against the game. It's the fanbase that i hate. Really getting sick of seeing name's like: Chica the Chicken, or Foxy the Pirate everywhere, it's even worse if two fans meet and do really cringey roleplay.

This is something i would like to see, altough i dont think the skill should be called leadership, like Suomiboi said. I think it should be like this: the higher the skill, the better you can prevent riots/fights/leaving. It should also keep your survivors happy. Maybe you could also increase it by talking to other survivors, and choosing clever text bars. it could also be used to increase trust with the leader and survivors of group. Anyway, thats my opinion on the subject.

You know, Water is not always healthy...

Ye cant beat what you created!

No fanboy can defeat the glorious keyboard warriors!

Vanilla Ice.

What about Dog meat? P.s i saw the most horrible pictures when searching up ''dog meat'' I regret everything.

Im actually pretty surprised not that it isnt in the game... imagine the item descriptions...

T'was a murky morning in the land of Dildondus, and everyone was Eating pancakes With forks. Suddenly a herald from the opposing kingdom of Supercalafradgelisticexpealadociousantidisestablishmentarianismfloccinaucinihilipilification, as their inferior waffles had been abducted by the mole-people. and the moles said the Supercalafradgelisticexpealadociousantidisestablishmentarianismfloccinaucinihilipilifications were next due to them not being hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia friendly. Luckily the Kingdom of Dildondus didn't give a fuck since they opposed the kingdom of Supercalafradgelisticexpealadociousantidisestablishmentarianismfloccinaucinihilipilification, nailing the herald's hat to his head and going to the pub for a quick Sex On The Beach, but it turned out the pub was a literal drinks pub, and he ended up having sex with myself, at which point I wondered, how much meth DID I smoke today? then I realised, I was Walter White which, quite frankly, explained alot... But then suddenly, the village alarm ukulele sounded! It was time for the village to dance to the Bee Gees, however one person did not dance at which point the mole people came up and said "You should be dancing...yeah" and shot him. luckily he already stashed away all is gold, which he looted in the cave of The Supercalafradgelisticexpealadociousantidisestablishmentarianismfloccinaucinihilipilification kingdom. He stole all this gold to pay off his mother, for all the pancakes she had brought for his pet sloth, which was also a alcoholic and turned out to be the great hero destined to overthrow the waffle loving mole-people The pet did a special power attack to the mole people which costed 140 mana. The mole king screamed out in terror:

Guys... i ate a perfectly good waffle the other day, and i was almost brainwashed and taken by the Waffle kingdom. Luckily i got out of it because im staying true to the pancakes. Dont let the smell of waffles fool you!

T'was a murky morning in the land of Dildondus, and everyone was Eating pancakes With forks. Suddenly a herald from the opposing kingdom of Supercalafradgelisticexpealadociousantidisestablishmentarianismfloccinaucinihilipilification, as their inferior waffles had been abducted by the mole-people. and the moles said the Supercalafradgelisticexpealadociousantidisestablishmentarianismfloccinaucinihilipilifications were next due to them not being hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia friendly. Luckily the Kingdom of Dildondus didn't give a fuck since they opposed the kingdom of Supercalafradgelisticexpealadociousantidisestablishmentarianismfloccinaucinihilipilification, nailing the herald's hat to his head and going to the pub for a quick Sex On The Beach, but it turned out the pub was a literal drinks pub, and he ended up having sex with myself, at which point I wondered, how much meth DID I smoke today? then I realised, I was Walter White which, quite frankly, explained alot... But then suddenly, the village alarm ukulele sounded! It was time for the village to dance to the Bee Gees, however one person did not dance at which point the mole people came up and said "You should be dancing...yeah" and shot him. luckily he already stashed away all is gold, which he looted in the cave of The Supercalafradgelisticexpealadociousantidisestablishmentarianismfloccinaucinihilipilification kingdom. He stole all this gold to pay off his