Screw this, hurry up on the blockland version because that seems interesting.
as long as you have it alternate between RP and TDM
I'm hoping for it to be an actual full fledged game just as a Blockland save/s with a custom sound pack, print pack, face and decal pack, etc.
But yeah I was thinking when it's done I'd do a TDM version with Omega and Rebels as playable classes and killing citizens lowers points and such.
Can mutants have melee weapons (Like makeshift hammers) besides just brute force and claws like the ones in Fallout 3? Also can you explain the 'world' more?
The mutants are a bunch of stupid forgets most of the time and in the game/s they will just blindly attack you, but I guess so for player controlled mutants.
Also the world is basicly a giant radioactive desert with a few areas of lush flora and some fauna, and the 'large radioactive desert' is full of large cities with smaller cities inside them called Districts and Sectors, with a somewhat futuristic theme to it.
Name: Austin
Items: Classic Shotgun (at home)
Ammo: 30 shells
Health: 100
Social Status: Citizen
Faction (Rebellion) and Class (Soilder)
I walk in single file with the other citizens, pretending to be like them as we march to lunch, which is just tubes with nutrients and mindloving chemicals that is Omega's way of controling everyone. I happen to be immune to them, so I have to play along. We arrive and sit down at the tables at the same time, then mechanical arms reach down and give us our nutritubes.
Personaly, this is worse than the zombie apocalypse, though lots will disagree.
I slurp in some of the flavorless tube as drinks arrive through little openings in the table. The drinks are mostly water but they contain the same chemicals the food has. As I drink some of it I fixate myself on an imaginary point like everyone else has and play along, hoping nobody gets suspisious. Then something bad happens.
The cup slips out of my hand and breaks on the floor.
In case you didn't know, controlled citizens don't make mistakes.
The troopers turn to me and start shooting as I jump up and run. I run out and hear the hunt sirens blaze and a female announcer say 'Alert, infantry. Anticitizen detected, possible rebel. Citizen code: 5397-D507-S3. Hunt down and reeducate target." As I run I curse at myself for being clumsy, something I managed not to be for years. Then my arm is grabbed, I hear a tranquilizer dart launch and everything goes black.
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