Recente recensies door Zeroed

Day 1: Ah, the fresh post-apocalyptic air, the gentle groan of the distant undead, and the sweet sound of my stomach rumbling. Spawned in with nothing but a can-do attitude and a sense of impending doom. Found a stick. It’s my best friend now.

Day 2: Built a shack that would make a cardboard box look like a mansion. But it’s home. Tried to pet a zombie. It went as well as you’d expect. Note to self: zombies are not pets, they are perpetual party-poopers.

Day 3: Discovered crafting! Made myself a stone axe. I call it ‘James’. It’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, but it’s mine.

Day 4: Got cocky. Tried to take on a bear with my trusty James. The bear was unimpressed. Respawned. Bear: 1, Me: 0.

Day 5: Met a fellow survivor. We exchanged awkward waves from a safe, zombie-social-distancing-approved distance. They ran away when I showed them my stick collection. Their loss.

Day 6: The horde night is coming. My shack has the structural integrity of overcooked spaghetti. Spent the day gathering what the locals call ‘resources’. I call it ‘panic hoarding’.

Day 7: Survived the horde night by the skin of my teeth and the seat of my pants. Both are now in tatters. Zombies have no appreciation for architecture. Or pants.

Verdict? very epic game

You’ll develop a love-hate relationship with roundabouts and start to believe that GPS stands for “Generally Puzzling Suggestions.”