u/Cam_man_AMM_unit

I'm experimenting with Bonemerger and a few other tools, and this idea crossed my mind.

While yes, I have another Dubsta in my possession, they're not to be mixed together, as they're parts of different sets, I just wanna get this off my mind.

Bug comes from Resmod Zombies. I tried removing it and it broke my game to where it wouldn't boot, and the game inevitably crashes if I run this mod otherwise.

Some of it is just extra flavor, while others are just jabs of humor.

7 and 8 are just weird parts of the map, but I'm also hoping that for 7, there's gonna be another part of the map added.

Please note I won't be able to make vehicle purchases for a week or so due to a vacation trip, so a delay may be expected.

Gas Mask had made it to the roof of a building that was tilted down a bit, and leans on the lip before the drop below, pondering the hell he's trapped in. His gaze occasionally dips from the stars and moons in the sky to the far drop to the ground, where no man would survive falling, before going back to the sky.

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He then hears someone approaching, and instinctively turns around, 1911 in hand. "HEY! DON'T EVEN FUCKIN DARE!" He yells, clearly still guilt-striken about all he's done. Two hands poke out from the rooftop staircase entrance before a familiar face pokes out: Vernon Logan. "Whoa, easy buddy. It's just me." Vernon responds, and Gas Mask lowers his pistol.

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"Vernon, i- I'm not sure you should be near me right now." Gas Mask pleas, but Vernon doesn't seem to stagger from the warning. "Look, Mask," Vernon says, "I'm just making sure you're not gonna jump off the roof. I've been trying to track you down for weeks, and I honestly thought I got you killed. V basically shooed me away from the bunker because you clearly went through something, but I'm sure it's because of what you saw in the campground, and I'm sorry for that. I never got to that area myself, so I didn't know what was going on."

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Gas Mask doesn't say a word as he goes back to leaning on the lip of the rooftop. Vernon decides to get closer to console him. "I know, we're both humans trying to survive this damn place, but I'm not sure if you'll be able to shake that guilt off. You're definitely handling it incorrectly, so I guess it's your first-" Gas Mask raises his right hand to shush Vernon.

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"I have seen people be torn apart by things I never got to understand long before this. I've seen the worst situations play out in the back of my mind time and time again. This shouldn't be any different from what I've seen, yet it's quite difficult to get through a day at a time on your own. It never was supposed to be me left to die, Operatives like I don't get left behind, yet here I am. All the time in the world, yet all the stress and anguish jarred in one mind, one soul. Pressure has to be kept on the wound, or the person you're trying to save will perish before help arrives." Gas Mask speaks out, and Vernon is shocked.

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"Fucking hell, you've seen a lot, haven't you?" Vernon questions, and Gas Mask responds with "I haven't seen it all yet." Vernon takes something out of a pouch, a steel bulletproof flask, and sets it next to Gas Mask. "I never could drink this shit, it's not my taste. Figured you'd take it. At least you'll be able to drown your sorrows with it." Gas Mask looks at the flask and picks it up, weighing it a bit before he pulls his mask up a bit to sip the flask. It's gin, a strong one at that too, its perfect, so Gas Mask puts the flask in one of his pouches and pulls his mask back down. "Спасибо."

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Vernon is a little surprised by the response, but shakes it off, and the two just look at the sky together, hoping for something to change this month, for the better.

I am still new to this mode, but I think I did well for my first day despite the thousands of deaths I died.

Yes, I know my chat messages aren't coherent, the Steam Deck keyboard was flipping out back then a lot.

Turns out quite a number of you guys actually liked reading about the storm, so here's some more lore for ya.

Ahem.

Long before the storm, and after the Safe Haven got Entry Point B installed, there was only one way to get in: Through the safe house vault system. There's a time schedule sheet on the fridge of the safe house for times when the vault door isn't opened, which is still there. Beyond that vault is a checkpoint booth with a security guard in it ready to accept any returning or fresh faces and Balaclavas. The guard inside always changes every few hours, which locks the vault door down for a while, but it always opens back up. If all the information checks out, the vault door closes, and the guard opens the gate to the safe haven.

Entry Point B is the entrance used for vehicles to be stored and maintained, it was constructed as a ramp leading down, a couple hundred feet away from the safehouse, and it keeps other vehicles the gang could use as a replacement van, (>!<) Of course, some extra personnel is to be expected with the gang, even before the storm, so another checkpoint was set up just before the garage entrance, with a thorough vehicle search to ensure no stowaways or tracked cops snuck on. Once everyone is given the usual spheal about how family members can be relocated to the safe haven if they're present and if the cop, guard, gangster, or blue/yellow SWAT officer wants them to move with them. In order to make sure that the safe haven remains safe, the gate leading to the area isn't locked, but the heavy door at the end of the ramp is, requiring a specialized keycard you can only find in a lab in Russia to prevent anyone getting in with any GenSec keycard.

As of now, Entry Point B is used to ensure highly useful vehicles aren't taken away or damaged. This includes armored trucks, SWAT vans, ambulances, box trucks, and military troop M35s, with medical teams on standby for wounded personnel. Security has been amped up with safehouse guards near the checkpoint to defend the safe haven better.

I've been seeing a dream of mine resurfacing constantly as of lately, and it's gotten to the point where my creativity has to take hold and make something out of it.

Well, here it is. I've been writing a story about PayDay 2 and Splatoon blended together with aspects of brutality and a concept that's possibly been done to death, but I'm pulling that fuckin trigger anyways.

The concept is this: Emil Preston is a Blue Swat Shotgunner who can't remember his past for whatever reason. He wants to find out what order his memories are in, and what's missing in those memories. While doing so, he runs into Agent 3, and a "peacefucker" faction arrives to turn everything over its head. Emil now has to get Agent 3 to Inkopolis before the peacefuckers send them both to the afterlife.

The story is still under production, but I'm hoping that it'll get some extra traction by posting it here.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/84824546/chapters/223871896

Thankfully, it's as tame as it can be on this site, but I'm planning on making it more brutal instead of. . . Well, I'd rather not say.

If you're looking for a read, I'd be appreciative if you read this. Keep in mind I write these chapters before I fall asleep, so don't expect Shakespeare to rise from his grave to give me a medal for this story.

A storm had rolled in somewhere during the night, thunder roared loudly and the rain pelted the ground. Though in that storm, a guitar could be heard playing, flashing red lights helped to paint a picture of where the source of the music could be, but this feels, weird to approach. Maybe there's someone who can be saved.

>!Please note, this is a Project Zomboid character turned OC. !<

Tried to talk to support about this, but they were as much help as a moldy banana: fuck all.