5punk

Day 1
It's raining. The wife's leg is broken. Badly. And she's bleeding. By the time I find an old sheet to bandage her up with, she's passed out. Letting her rest, I check the house. Peering out of the window of the spare bedroom into the darkness I see only the wet streets. No signs of movement. Good. I head to the bathroom to deal with my second priority and all goes black. The game crashed.

Day 1
It's raining. The wife's leg is broken. Badly. And she's bleeding. I find an old sheet to bandage her up with, and head to the bathroom to deal with my second priority. Grabbing some pain killers from the cabinet I hand her some, apologising for not having a glass of water. Letting her rest, I check the house. Peering out of the window of the spare bedroom into the darkness I see only the wet streets. No signs of movement. Good. I head into the back garden and run through the rain to the shed. Grabbing some boards, a hammer and nails, I hurry back. In my haste I left the door open. Shutting it firmly I look around, but I think I got away with it this time. I board up the ground floor windows and doors and head back upstairs. We're both hungry, but my wife insists we sleep until the morning, scared to let me go outside in the dark.

Day 2
I wake up trying to remember the days when we didn't have to sleep with a hammer. Then a pang of hunger reminds me what I wanted to do last night. I look out of the bedroom window, it's still raining and still quiet. Good. I kiss my wife before I leave. She tells me not to be a hero. Like I would. I pull the boards off the back door, splitting one in the process. Damn, I'll miss that when I need to go out for more. Steeling myself I head out through the back garden - the less line of sight I have the more chance of losing any zombies wanting to follow me home. That's the theory at least. Heading through the gate into the woods behind the house I make for the street. There's a diner nearby, there's bound to be food there. I spot a couple of zombies in the treeline but I can't work out if they're moving toward me or just shambling in my general direction. I move back towards the buildings and onto the street. There are more zombies here and a couple notice me. It's okay, I can outrun them. I run past the diner, luring the zombies away. It looks clear inside. Good. Doubling back I've bought myself some space to get in, but I've also collected something of a following. Luckily the door isn't locked and I slam it behind me. Around a dozen zombies begin to crowd it and thump on the flimsy wood. I nail a board across the frame and pray it holds. Wasting no time I head for the fridge at the back of the chop. The meat is rotten, but the carrots still look okay. I grab them and check the door to the kitchen. Jackpot! Three more fridges filled with more fruit, veg and rotting meat. And what's more, the chef seemed to like his Jack. I grab a bottle of that too, you enver know. Aware that I might be re-emerging into a shop full of walking dead I peer out from the kitchen. Luckily the board has held. While looking back through the shop I notice two vending machines at the other end. Feeling more confident I head over, but I notice that the group by the door is getting bigger. What's more, the opposite door which I planned to escape though has a little group of its own. Shit. Well at least I manage to collect half a dozen bags of crisps from the machines before I have to deal with that problem. Looking back to the door I happen on an idea - the windows run the length of the shop, maybe I can lure the zombies to the other end through the glass then make a run for it. As I ponder I notice the blows on the first door have loosened the board. The zombies don't seem to notice me through the window, so I quickly formulate plan B. I'll open the door, lure the zombies into the diner, then use the tables in the middle to give them the runaround and escape. Perfect. Taking a deep breath I open the door and run. Zombies follow, but looking over my shoulder I see not all of them did. I follow my plan, as do most of the zombies, but there are still a couple by the door. Fuck it, I don't have any choice. I dash through the middle of them before they can react and sprint for the house. As I push past I feel a sharp pain, but I don't stop to see what it was. Please not a bite. I've cleared the zombies and I'm by the wall to the garden. I've left most behind in the diner. If I've not been bitten we might be okay for another day at least. All goes black. The game crashed.

Once they get a stable beta going I'm going to be all over this like a catholic priest with a 7 year old choir boy. It does MP right?

You have a way of making it sound incredibly interesting pants, why don't you write a book some time?

friznit wrote:Once they get a stable beta going I'm going to be all over this like a catholic priest with a 7 year old choir boy. It does MP right?

Don't know, but it would be interesting. As you say, it's not stable, but they've admitted they've released their buggy and unpolished alpha code as a result of some asshat putting it on 4chan. I figured it was worth a fiver to help them along, especially if it leads to the game it promises to be.

EDIT: From FAQ:
Q: I want to play with my friends.
A: Multiplayer will be implemented in the future, for groups of 4-8 people.

Mr. Johnson wrote:You have a way of making it sound incredibly interesting pants, why don't you write a book some time?

I can't take all the credit, it's sort of a tutorial so the actions I'm doing are directed by the game at this stage, and I borrowed a few lines (waking up with a hammer, don't be a hero). Wouldn't mind a go though.

If not had as many crash problems as you seem to be, but it has happened. As you say, it can only be expected with early code.

My games so far have started similar to yours, but have mostly ended in my death, rather than crashing. Although it kinda crashes after I die every time, so maybe not. Anyway, rather than do a full write up, have a list of Ways I Died:

1) Got eaten by zombies when I went for a wander.
2) Set myself on fire whilst cooking soup. Set wife on fire. Set zombies on fire as they ate me.
3) Got shot by a looter as he came through my front door
4) Got shot by a looter as he came through my kitchen door
5) Got shot by a looter as he came up the stairs
6) Got shot by a looter as he came through my bedroom door
7) Got eaten by zombies as I looted the looter.
8) Got eaten by zombies as I forgot to look behind me when shooting.
9) Set fire to stairs in an apartment. Realised they were the only way out.

Its fun! Its got that dwarf fortress feeling of "I know im going to fail. How will I fail today?"

[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pgYly2yNtfo[/media]

Shit, that was unexpectedly grim @1:30 in that video Grimmie.

buzzmong wrote:Shit, that was unexpectedly grim @1:30 in that video Grimmie.

Thats the "skip tutorial" option. Seriously.

That was hilarious.

Joose wrote:Thats the "skip tutorial" option. Seriously.

Really? I like that

Joose wrote:Its fun! Its got that dwarf fortress feeling of "I know im going to fail. How will I fail today?"

Being a relative DF noob, I found that I don't fail in a variety of ways. I fail when the first titan wanders onto my local zone, usually dying but starting a tantrum spiral.

Grimmie wrote:Video

I'm pleased to say none of the sound effects from this video were present in my game.

Day 1
It's raining. The wife's leg is broken. Badly. And she's bleeding. I find an old sheet to bandage her up with, and head to the bathroom to deal with my second priority. Grabbing some pain killers from the cabinet I hand her some, apologising for not having a glass of water. Letting her rest, I check the house. Peering out of the window of the spare bedroom into the darkness I see only the wet streets. No signs of movement. Good. I head into the back garden and run through the rain to the shed. Grabbing some boards, a hammer and nails, I hurry back. I board up the ground floor windows and doors and head back upstairs. We're both hungry, but my wife insists we sleep until the morning, scared to let me go outside in the dark.

Day 2
I wake up trying to remember the days when we didn't have to sleep with a hammer. Then a pang of hunger reminds me what I wanted to do last night. I look out of the bedroom window, it's still raining and still quiet. Good. I kiss my wife before I leave. She tells me not to be a hero. Like I would. I pull the boards off the back door, splitting one in the process. Damn, I'll miss that when I need to go out for more. Steeling myself I head out through the front door. It looks quiet out of the window and I don't know what's in the trees behind the house. Next door is a small bungalow. There might be some food left, although looters seem to have stripped most places bare. Creeping through wet gardens I reach the house without seeing any zombies. Good. The door's unlocked so I slip inside and shut it again behind me. Now, I've seen horror movies and if I was George Romero this is right where I'd put a zombie neighbour. So I get a good grip of my hammer and hope that a sharp blunt trauma to the skull will stop a walking corpse. The living room is empty, so I check the first door. A bathroom, empty and unused for some time. Good. Door number two then. A long dining room with a door that can only be a kitchen. heading towards it I'm startled by the shuffling cadaver which looms from the doorway, despite having told myself I was expecting it a mere minute earlier. Time to find out if a blow from a claw hammer will stop a zombie. Turns out it doesn't, but three do. I step over the body of the middle aged woman, a corpse for a second time. Shaking bloodied clumps of her perm off the hammer I check the kitchen and find a few tins of soup. That'll do, time to go home. I cross the street again and find the door still closed how I left it. Good. I slip inside and board it up again. I really should get some more planks. I wonder if I could pull some off the shed. I shout up to my wife that I have some soup and she makes a smart remark about my cooking. Cute, she must be feeling better. I put the can on the hob and put some heat under it. Then I think better of it - I'll never be able to open it until it's gone cold again, and knowing my luck it'll explode. A rummage through the cupboards reveals a tin opener and saucepan though. Perfect. I get the pan simmering when I hear my wife call me. There's something on the radio. There's protests about a quarantine zone around the city and the media blackout. Sounds like the world outside is unaffected. Good. Although they don't seem to be showing much inclination towards helping us. Maybe if we can hold out a little longer. My wife asks me if I can smell smoke. Shit. As I bound down the stairs she ribs me for forgetting to turn the oven off. I get the pan off, so the food's safe. But the oven is on fire. Not good. I run the taps but they're dry. The fire starts to catch on the formica worktop. I'm not wasting any time, I know of at least one zombie-free house. Well, it is now. I run upstairs and pick my wife out of bed. She moans in pain and asks what's going on, but she soon finds out. She's heavy, and fifteen years of office work have not made me into a strong man. By the time I get her to the bottom of the stairs I'm too tired to carry her and have to half support her and half drag her. She seems to forget the pain when she sees the flames in the kitchen. I notice through the planks over the window that the zombies are crowding round the front door. Well, it's good I noticed I suppose, but that only leaves the kitchen door, and the paint is starting to peel. I reckon I can make it though. I leave my wife propped on the doorframe as the heat from the flames intensifies. I rip the planks off the door, and to be honest I don't think I really needed the hammer, such was my panic by now. Kicking the door open I see the only thing I could imagine worse than a crowd of zombies. A crowd of zombies on fire. There's nothing for it. Adrenaline pumping around my body allows me to hoist my wife over my shoulder without even grunting, and I charge the half or dozen or so flaming corpses who lunge at me. It all feels so heroic. For the first three feet at least, then I drop my wife. I didn't mean to, but my shirt was on fire and hands were grabbing us both. I push on through the flaming bodies with my head down, but by the time I blindly run into the wall I know it's over. As I collapse I look back through the legs of the advancing zombie torches and see my wife's wide eyes staring back at me. The flames from the corpses piling onto her cause them to blacken, followed seconds later by my vision.

dunno if it had been mention elsewhere but the demo is now available publicly, it is the current version of the game

Also pirates downloading updates from the legit site have caused them to take down the alpha.

incase you thought i meant the pirated version (which is as you say the reason for this) they have made the current alpha version an official demo with mirrors linked on the website. if not then ignore this.

The posts here have made me play it a few more times. It remains excellent. Today I have:

Smashed up my hand, and was in so much pain that I couldnt sleep, so slowly went mad, hallucinated zombies everywhere, and finally succumbed to death after running out of food, pills and alcohol.

Accidentally set myself on fire, and ran screaming through a mob of zombies. Gave them thier first cooked meal in ages.

Snuck up behind a shotgun wielding maniac, only to totally miss with my hammer to the back of his head. I then stood there looking gormless whilst he removed my face.

Fun!

shot2bits wrote:incase you thought i meant the pirated version (which is as you say the reason for this) they have made the current alpha version an official demo with mirrors linked on the website. if not then ignore this.

No no, not at all. Just a piece of news that coincided with (and drove I think) the demo release.