As long as I have compound, I can make tethers. So, if I don’t stray too far from the path I’ll be alright. Eventually I’ll get a QT-RTG (power generator), for being a good boy, and have enough resources to craft a portable oxygenator (requires power). Then I’ll be ready to hit that planet core!!
Society as we know it ended in 1919, after the calamitous fall of every world government. There is no order or law save the will of the Tank Clans, roaming columns of tanks from every nation on the constant prowl for ammunition, fuel and supplies to keep their rampage sustained for even a moment longer.
To be a tanker in this time is to embrace chaos and anarchy. Tank clans commit to bloody battles, fighting to the last man over scarce resources. The victors cannibalize the smouldering wrecks of the fallen for whatever scrap remains. Technological advances come at the cost of hundreds fallen, all in the name of making deadlier war machines. This the world I now inhabit, a world of steel and chaos, of armor and war. This is…
I’d be screwed, because the last game I played was Dying Light 1. I have a fleeting feeling that I’m not athletic enough to climb skyscrapers and buildings.
It's (an) Earth, mid 18th century. Mega-Ghana is the world's leading great power, having crusaded both Christianity and Islam more or less out of existence centuries ago. The place that I actually live in real life was just conquered by England, although this problem is somewhat mitigated by the fact that the (Visigothic) king of Spain invaded England and renamed it to "Nouveau France" several centuries ago. Such is the nature of a multiplayer Paradox megacampaign
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