My emotional support frustration game

Yet another sideblog for my Project Zomboid obss... healthy interest

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Hello, I like Project Zomboid very much and I need to talk about it (side blog)

I'm Josh, he/him, 20+

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I tag stuff for finding them

#adventures to talk about my characters

#funny for funny stuff

#meme for memes

#other game for other people's game and character

#meta for stuff about the game

#lore for the in game lore

#relatable for relatable stuff

#fanart

#oc

I will probably update this

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the helicopter event is, in a way, so funny

the government maybe: hey go fly over the area and see if there are any survivors the pilot: okay! the pilot: hey i see a survivor! the pilot: oh they're in trouble the pilot: i should fly back over and see how they're doing! the pilot: oh. oh dear. oh... i... the pilot, reporting in: no survivors sir *sweating buckets*

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My new long term character (Alex) is a smoker, it's a first time for me and it's fun to look out for cigarettes. Hopefully my tobacco plants will yield a good harvest.

Also he's collecting rubber ducks (so many colors!).

[mochiflxwer]

more of lottie the gyaru zombie killer (ft. her unsteady alliance with her travel buddy)

[hanrydd]

I won't forget

[pawzooka]

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art by @Im_DaFox

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I don't know if I should update to 42.13 or not 😣

On one hand I'm curious about all the new features and fixes but on the other hand I don't want to lose Keith just yet 🥲

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I caved in, made a backup save and made the update. I tried to continue my game and yep... Broken af T_T

I guess Keith will never die

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I don't know if I should update to 42.13 or not 😣

On one hand I'm curious about all the new features and fixes but on the other hand I don't want to lose Keith just yet 🥲

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All a man need for his sanity is to sit and have a chat with his 3 friends:

Pancho the dog, Boris the badger and Plumpabug the aphid !

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I've finally decided to go to March Ridge for looting purposes... aaaaaaand it's hell

Zomboids population is somewhat important, there's one entry to the city, accessing the shops necessits going through big residential area...

No idea how I'll handle that yet

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Okay I did find a way to get to the community center.

It was a 4/5 day trip which was more than I expected but I had packed food for a bunch of days (also lvl 10 foraging helped). I also brought the wielding mask and blowtorch as well as backup weapons.

I parked my van on Dixie Highway at the level of Eisenhower St (if it continued). I made a hole in the grillage fence to not be stuck on the other side if my guy was too tired/encumbered to climb. Then I made my way progressively toward all the shops following Eisenhower St from afar outside of the city to avoid attracting too many zomboids. I managed to reach the community center in 3 days of managed zomboids fight. I only looted the community center, 2 shops and 2 houses (for water mostly) but I will reuse this stealth method to eventually loot the supermarket.

Unfortunately I only got a few new skill books and jewelry that I'll use to raise my forging skill.

When I came back to my base it was a new rat apocalypse :')

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July 14th, 1993. Ass-o'clock A.M.

I couldn't sleep because of the pain, so eventually I just gave in and got up. This house could be a home. I'm just so far away from everywhere else that I worry. If I run out of supplies, how long will it take for me to get more? If this place gets swarmed (I know how many of those things are out there,) how long will it take me to find somewhere else safe to hide? I don't know. I just don't know.

I'm gonna bury her tomorrow, I've decided. She deserves that much. Fuck, they all deserve it. They're people. They were people, and that's gotta still count for something. There was a shovel in the shack I stayed in, I'll go get it tomorrow.

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June 13th, 1993. 18:00

There's still a few hours of daylight left, so I figure I'll take inventory of everything I have before doing one last perimeter check around the farm.

Weapons: - Shotgun (six shells) - Magnum (four bullets) - D-E Pistol (eight bullets) - Baseball Bat (now broken...I need to find some duct tape) - Crowbar (what I've been using now that the bat broke) - Machete - Ball-peen hammer (weapon and tool in one!) - Handaxe The weapons are all thanks to the Wherthers, and the guns are thanks to the police officers I found. I'm also wearing a police jacket I took off of one of them. I still feel a little bad wearing it around, but I figure that if I run into anyone else, it might help to have a uniform on. A criminal in blue, would you look at that.

Supplies - Hiking Bag (I found this at the old cabin - a LIFESAVER) - Five bandages - Flashlight (battery mostly full) - Matches - 2 water bottles - Painkillers (I'm almost out, I've been taking them like. Well, like a drug ever since the group of those people fucked me up. And yet everything still hurts) - Sleeping tablets (I found these in the farmhouse, they'll be useful once the painkillers run out) - Sewing kit - Box of Nails (?) - Screwdriver I'm feeling pretty good about everything I have. I'd like some disinfectant, maybe - my cuts still burn like hell - and some more painkillers will be very very nice very very soon. Ah well. But now here's the part I'm most concerned about. Food - Beer - 1 - Soda, Orange - 1 - Cigarettes - 50ish (thank god) - Canned spaghetti bolongese bogolonse fancy stuff - 2 - Canned beans - 1 - Box of Honey Nut Cheerios - 1 - Sleeve of saltines - 1 - Bag of dried kidney beans - 1 - Pack of dried ramen - 1 - Frozen Ground Beef - Frozen Pork Chop - 1

It's enough food for now. It will have to be. But I'm worried about how soon it's gonna run out. I think I saw a bar on this side of Muldraugh. I'm not sure, but I think that I can get to it through the forest to the north of me.

I'm also very much thinking about cooking up that pork chop. The farmhouse has a nice-sized kitchen and I may as well make the best of what I have while I have it. I feel like I deserve it after whatever sort of fresh hell the last few days have been. P.S. I burned the pork chop a little bit, but still should be good? If only this house had any ketchup...)

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June 12th, 1993. 14:10 Chad Steed You want to know the worst part about the last couple of days? I didn't get to finish my fucking bean dip.

Look, life hasn't been great for the most part, to tell you the truth. I was in jail for the better part of last year on some bullshit larceny charge, and when I got out no one would hire me. I got some work in construction but it was one dead end after another. My mom and pop have never been much help either. Living large in West Point, yes they are. Were. I don't know anymore. They only ever sent me one check after getting out - enough for me to "get back on my feet." For me, that meant a two-room trailer on the outskirts of nowhere. Whatever.

It's not that I was ignoring the news, but life was shitty enough as it was without me seeing more and more shitty stuff in the world. But, two days ago, I had just sat down in front of the ancient TV that I got at a garage sale and only worked when I put some tin foil on the ends of the antennae, and I had some bean dip that I got from a client whose fence I had just finished. They're probably dead now. But I had just sat down with my bean dip and I hear these screams outside and I grabbed my bat and went outside and-

Fuck, I haven't had any time to even think about any of this stuff since it happened. Everything's so fucked. 

But in the trailer park, there were a few rows of trailers and then sort of common grassy area where people would park their cars and where the dumpsters were held. A bunch of people were crowded around one of the dumpsters. At first I assumed that there was some sort of argument going on, or some sort of fight, but there wasn't any gunfire or curses being thrown about. Just screaming.

I shouldn't have ran up to see what was happening. I shoulda just stayed inside and eaten my fucking bean dip and maybe I'd be dead by now and maybe that would be better. But I'm here now, and I'm writing this shit down, so that's obviously not what I did.

It wasn't a fight, not really. About three people were hunched over one person, the one who had been doing the screaming. I recognized two of them - Andy and Jojo Hurley. They were married but you'd have thought they were twins. They always wore the same stained camo pants and the same tank-tops, though Andy always wore a Saints cap and Jojo never took the rollers out of her hair before noon. The other one I didn't know, but that didn't surprise me. There was always a rotating cast of trash in the park. I'd seen the Hurleys get aggressive, but never violent. And what I saw was past violence. The person had stopped screaming because their throat had been ripped out - once I saw that I shoved Jojo off of the person and cracked Andy on the side of the head with my bat - should I have? In normal circumstances, no, but he fucked me over the other week in ways I don't want to write about in case any sort of authority figure reads this once all this is over. But he had it coming and he dropped like a rock.

Jojo, on the other hand - she wasn't herself. Sure, she'd always been a cigarette-chewing bitch, but she wasn't...I don't know, crazy? I still don't know how to describe these people. They still look like people, but there's just nothing in their eyes. Her eyes were milky, and bloodshot, and her teeth were stained with blood and what was left of her shirt was drenched with it. I didn't know what to do, I didn't mean to hit her. I mean, I feel bad about it now even after killing how many people? I don't know. But still, that crack that her head made, the way those blank eyes shuddered before she dropped....I keep seeing her when I close my eyes.

My neighbors two trailers over, the Wherthers, were huge preppers. They had come around the other week offering everyone canned goods - for the "end times" that they claimed were soon coming. I didn't listen then, and I thought they were batshit when they boarded up all the windows to their trailer. But those boards were pretty easy to take down, and fuck if they weren't stocked. I'm sorry Joan, and Sean and Dean. I'm sorry you guys got sick and I had to kill you and I'm sorry that I took your stuff. But if I hadn't I wouldn't be alive so thank you for that.

The motel across the street had one car left in the parking lot, so I broke into it and hotwired that thing and just started driving. Thank god there was an almost full tank, or I would have been fucked so long ago.

I drove through most of downtown Muldraugh, and just. Fuck. Whatever this disease is must have affected the entire town. Maybe the entire state? I don't want to think about the implications. Nowhere was safe to park, everywhere I drove they were there, coming out of houses and through the windows of stores. Even the highway was full of them. When night came I almost crashed into a stopped police car. The officers were gone for, I had to deal with them and about twenty other people that showed up. I used my car. I'm not proud of it but I did. I miss my bean dip. I'm sorry, people who I've killed. I'm sorry, officers. I'm sure you were just doing your job but I had to kill you and now I have a shotgun and a pistol and I feel much safer so thank you for serving me, if not protecting me.

I parked my car in some backwoods clearing that first night, and slept as much as I was able to. I think I've slept with one eye open and one hand on my bat for the past two days. When I was getting the car out, a whole group of the fuckers just came out of the woods. I swear they hadn't been there the night before and I thank God that they hadn't heard me drive in. I took care of them but they fucked me up, bad. I mean, I've been fucked up before. Rosewood Penitentiary showed me just how cruel men can be. But this wasn't human, the things these people did to me. I think I have three bites on me? My arm and my chest and my torso. I busted my knee trying to get some distance from them but thats okay now. I just hurt so much. The bites burn, and they bleed like fresh wounds every time I take change my bandages. I spent another night on the armchair of an empty little cabin I found at the edge of some cornfields. It was safe, but it didn't feel safe. When I left in the morning to try and find...somewhere? to go, there were three of them standing outside. It had never been safe but I'm alive. Another officer of the law, too. Thank you, Officer Friendly, for also loaning me your pistol for permanent use.

And then I found the farmhouse, where I am now. I got in through the window because the door was locked. Its so quiet. Empty. Whoever lived here and worked these fields must have packed up and left at the first sign of trouble - but not before locking their sick (daughter? niece? scratch that-) But not before locking their sick kid into her room. I don't know if I'll be able to get the blood out of the wallpaper upstairs. I want to bury her as soon as I can. There was a shovel in that first shack I stayed in, and a trail leads from there right to the farmhouse.

I found this notebook in one of the rooms. There's no TV in this house so I have to have something to occupy me. My hand hurts like hell, one of those fuckers ripped it open, but no one else is gonna be reading this except me so I guess it doesn't really matter how it looks, right? Is there anyone else out there to read it? I don't know that I want to think about that.

I haven't looked through every room, and theres a tool shed outside I haven't looked at yet, but I feel...safe, here? I'm away from anywhere where people would be, and I have locked doors and a bed (oh god, finally a bed) and a moment to breathe. 

Still no fucking bean dip though. And I'm getting hungry. Maybe I'll write a to-do list of everything I need to get done here. That might be nice, a little bit of order.

At least it can't get worse, right?

[krakentime]

Me and my friend’s project zomboid avatars!!

She looks like doja cat because my friend likes doja cat😂

Power couple

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playing project zomboid with my friends @dixidancelot and @queenofwitchfuckery lately (˵ •̀ ᴗ •́ ˵ ) ✧ planning on drawing our whole squad, but first my girl Cherry ♥ the name was at random but couldn't fit to her any better

inspired by @falloutspammer's Candy & Jules (i'm a big fan)

[Image Description: Digital drawing of a project zomboid player character next to a screenshot of that character in game. She's got tan skin, holds a shotgun and looks at the viewer.]