Who's On First?

If you ever get out to Old Kingman and happen by the baseball field, follow Jeff Keller and Cynthia Wright around.  Their conversation is hilarious.  That, and the dead bodies of players strategically placed at their outfield positions makes for some good scavenging.

Take me out to the ball game.

Dead carafe?

Kingman, Barstow, Ssan Bernardino...

Well, Kingman, anyway.  Eromee is hanging her hat here while she helps with all the baddies that call the outskirts and half the town theirs.  Her armor is tougher than she is.  Thank LifeNet that she is a clone and doesn't have to worry too much about dying.

Progression shows in the armor it seems.  Here is her latest look.

Can't see me, hah!

Here is a close up.  Can you tell a difference between these shots and the prior ones?  I guess I didn't have my graphics all the way up.  My laptop can handle just about anything I throw at it, so why it wasn't set higher to start is beyond me.  Glad my son told me to look!

Do you find me, beautiful?

Just because, here is a picture of the moon over part of Old Kingman.  I could spend hours just running around looking at things in this game.  Did you know that the world of Fallen Earth was taken directly from a topographical map of the Grand Canyon area?  Pretty darned cool.

Old Kingman in the moonlight.

Looking More Like She Belongs.

Sun sets over the wasteland.

Eromee watches the sun set as her mind turns the pages of the patterns she has picked up.  She feels too fashionable, too clean, for Embry Crossroads.  She must make tougher, more rustic armor.  She hops on old Red and rides back to town.

Tough enough for you?

Yeah, I Made That.

Sunrise in North Burb.

 Eromee woke up in North Burb today, ready to head for Embry Crossroads.  Looking much nicer in her duster, slacks, and high top sneakers, she felt ready to face whatever they threw at her.

Looking more the professional and less the scavenger.

I looked at the tag on her duster, and though fashionable, it places a debuff on one of her main stats.  So, before I sent her to bed for the evening, I made her a new jacket with better stats and no encumbrances.

This jacket I don't trip on.

Tonight, I tasked her with making several new belts and one long red glove. On the table for next play session is some wood scavenging so she can make a more powerful crossbow, learning the new armor items from the books she was rewarded, and finding some scrap glass to make mason jars for a quest.  Oh, and killing lots and lots of baddies for cloth, skunky beer, and dog food.  No, just for the cloth.  I haven't touched the dog food yet, and the beer?  Our little secret...

Fashion Disaster

Before anyone gets upset that I am playing yet another game, don't worry, I am still playing SW:TOR, Wizard 101, and occasionally World of Warcraft regularly.  It's just that I am out of money for subscriptions for this month and possibly next, so I am down to Wizard 101, where I cannot unlock anything past where I am in Celestia, since I am out of crowns, and whatever free MMORPG catches my fancy.  I remember I enjoyed the short trip I took in Fallen Earth way back when it was a new world to explore, and when hubby urged me to try it again, he wasn't really twisting my arm.

Here is my frumpy housewife clone, Eromee.

Matching zip guns is the only way to accessorize in the Wasteland.

Well, in this picture she doesn't look so frumpy.  Rather well put together in that jacket she ripped off a  fresh corpse.  Then, the crafting starts.  I apologize wholeheartedly for the mess you are about to witness.  

At an underground dive bar, in, uh, North Burb town.

A great jacket, some great gloves, and then those horrible cargo shorts.  Just like little boys from the old days, short pants for young players is the norm.  I logged out tonight with a crafting queue that included 7 rounds of crossbow bolts, a duster, a pair of slacks, a shirt, a pair of high tops, and a brown ball cap.  Let's hope this ensemble makes her look better than that old wrinkled kerchief on her head.  After all, a gal can't make herself known in Embry Crossroads in this get up!

Mutant Chicken Legs.