The Village Thread V2

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Sees as its dark out side.
"Time to go sleep"

Lies in the corner of the cave , sleeping

Begin laying down the foundation for a large wooden lean-to.

Go take the scraps of plastic and build some more solar stills. I manage to build 3 more, which means we get about half a gallon of water a day just from evaporation.

Grab some of the salted meat, fill a bottle with some water, grab my fishing spear, and wander off looking for some water.

Ah crap I need to use the fireproofing mud again.

*pastes it around on the floor of house*
There.

*starts searching around for peices of dead wood*

FOUND:
3 logs
7 peices of bark
10 bits of kindling
Now I Need to use that firemaker of bushido's
*lights fire in the center of house, the most fireproofed part*
Good good, the smokes going through the space I left in the roof.
Now I need to do something...
Oh yeah that slab of wood I got earlyer
*marks a line on it*

Almost instantly after getting up, I wonder about my stone knife, and why I still use a stone knife when I have so many more resources that are potentially more powerful.

A few moments after figuring out my stone knife is obsolete, I grab a log, a vine, and some bone, from storage. Knowing that most bones are usually sharp at the end, I take a rib bone from the bear, than start wearing away at the edges with my knife. After a few mess-ups I have a long, curved, but obviously imperfect, bone blade. I think it'd be useful for cutting through large grasses, so I'll just call it a bone machete blade. But I really don't have enough to make it a real machete, so I'll have to start fashioning a wooden handle out of a bulky branch I've been keeping for just an occasion.

Created; The Blade-End of a Bone Machete

*Woke up*
Ahhh cold *shake*
Ima need some more defences.
*Goes to the wood*
Since i have 3 hair sacks ill fill them with the poison poison red fruit.
*Looking around*
*Red fruit spotted :D*
They look the same as the one that killed the bair.
Took 3 fruit
Cut them in littel pices filled the 3 sacks with poison fruit

Got; 3 Sacks of poisoned fruit

Is it too late to join?

Heck no.

  After an hour of scraping, injured thumbs, and a large amount of mess-ups, I end up with a well-balanced wooden handle, complete with a stone pommel. It'll take a while to get used to doing that, but I guess it's a skill well learned, for I'll be doing that kind of thing for a while. After I come out of the pit, curved bone machete in hand, I spot a large crate, in the middle of the island; It looks like someone spotted our fire and dropped a crate to help us out!

Upon opening it, though, it seems that there's only a few pieces of paper, cardboard, and other scraps. What a rip. But at least the crate is usable for stuff, so I put that in the pit for later.

I think we should be able to use the paper for something; Maybe if I got some black berries, I can make a primitive ink to write with! But there's nothing to contain it in, and there's nothing to write with...

Found; A Crate
Found; A few blank papers
Created; A Bone Machete
« Last Edit: December 28, 2007, 07:55:09 PM by Bushido »

I still dont get why the fireproofing mud isnt in the community store.

Name: Bubs. Buh-hubs.
Strengths: Fast, Agile, Slightly smaller then others, can carry 20 pounds, Smart.
Weakness: Weak, Short Temper, Sometimes slightly annoying.
Items: A empty Jell-o cup, a empty, dented Bottle, a broken Cellphone, cracked Sunglasses, a 1x1 block of glass.
Clothes: Slightly ripped jeans, a white shirt, blue gloves, cracked Sunglasses.

Hi, everyone!

Tired out Bubs stumbles into the camp site, dehydrated and sun burnt. He collapses in the middle of the camp.

"Stop sleeping in mah camp! >:("

And follow the profile build from the Inventory posts. That's all we're using. Not a typical RPG. >:(

Please remove me, I'm just not getting into the game


And follow the profile build from the Inventory posts. That's all we're using. Not a typical RPG. >:(


Errr. I had All that stuff except the water bottle had water, and the Sunglasses weren't cracked, AND the Cellphone wasn't broken, AND I didn't have that piece of glass.

"P-please......H...H-help me......"

Says Bubs as he becomes unconscious.

Trigun
Accomplishments: ..Loading..
Inventory:
  • Over shoulder: String With 4 Chunks Of Rabbit Meat & 1 Chunk Of Squirrel Meat Tied On It
  • In right hand: A Rock
  • In left hand: A Stick
  • On body: Torn Up Black Jeans, Blood Stained White Shirt, Black & White VANS With Ends Cut Off, Broken Aluminum Watch, Black Leather Belt
  • Attached to belt: A Rock
  • Attached to belt: A Rock
:D I wuz bored.  EDIT: I fixed, now add me.
« Last Edit: January 09, 2008, 01:44:30 AM by Trigun »

omega
accomplishments: lived
right hand: yes
left hand:the right hand
on body: skin
belt:pants
belt :a knife

note is merduous of small annoying living things

Trigun, no weaponry. Or accomplishments. General, no nubbery. You're out due to being nude.

After a while, I got hungry. Obviously I better refill myself, and preferably get some food for tomorrow. But, it looks like I still have some food being smoked on Wedge's smoking... thing... but I don't need to eat anything from there right now.

After a few minutes of thought, I come to the decision to set up a trap, and go to the beach for the supplies. I actually seem to find something, because I bring back the bottom half of a barrel; It's not useful as a water container, so I wear down the barrel's sharp, pointy spikes around it, and basically make a bowl.



After bringing back the bowl, I put a small stick in the ground, and the barrel part on top. I see that as a pretty good trap, so I leave it at that. Within minutes a little chicken comes walking into the campground, and walks really, REALLY close to the trap, but stops there.

Again after minutes of waiting, it has signs of life again, and starts bawking around the campground. After me getting ridiculously bored waiting for it to go in, so I walk very stealthily back behind the chicken and yell;

"IT'S A TRAP!"

Needless to say, the chicken freaked out, smashed into the stick holding up the bowl, thereby knocking itself out, and the bowl/barrel crashing down on it. Fellas, we're havin' CHICKEN TONIGHT! Or something.



Caught; A Living Chicken
Found than Refined; A Wooden Barrel half