Some random stranger named Stella wants to join us out of the wilderness. Tetsuya even manages to restrain his testosterone, thereby undermining my awesome “Tetstostuya” joke. So, the day continues with Tetsuya researching how to shape rocks with pieces of metal like some kind of neanderthal and Emmie cooking. What is a cause for concern, however, are Doyle and Tetsuya, who are both pretty much useless in a firefight. Ko proves me right and downs an emu in one shot. The good news is Ko has ascended to a 5 in Shooting, making him a “Strong Amateur.” 8 is “professional,” but I think emus fall within his meager capabilities. So, we continue to hunt, and not just because I’m a murdering meat-eater. More food is better than less food, and different types mean we’re less vulnerable to Randy Random’s chaotic-neutral good graces. Crops burn, they die from disease, a super volcano might erupt and throw the planet into two or three seasons of volcanic winter, killing everything not under our roof. There’s only two reasons to bother with hunting: diversification and volume. It isn’t easy for me to say this, but… we… could… probably… go… vegetarian with the year-round farming season. Tetsuya shows restraint… or perhaps he’s seen how good Emmie is with that butchering knife. Ko researches while Emmie cooks breakfast, then he crashes and burns. Sadly, the words “Unleash the thrumbo” will never pass their lips.Īlso, Thrumbo may be immune to even Emmie the former sex slave’s charms, but Ko isn’t. Judging by its stats, it’s also possible to “train” it, but good luck trying to feed that thing and Ko and Doyle have nowhere enough Handling expertise to pull it off anyway. You can kill them and sell their horn and possibly their fur for all the monies. I’ve never messed with thrumbo and I’m not about to start. Thrumbo are peaceful until you give them a reason to be otherwise. On this morning, however, a thrumbo shows up, which is, as far as I can tell, the result of some asshole geneticist crossbreeding a rhinoceros and a yeti. As for elephants, I have one survival rifle and a pistol wielded by someone with “basic awareness” of firearms, so live long and prosper, my 8,000-pound, tusked friends. Boomrats have scarcely more meat and literally explode when they die. It would be cute, if the horn wasn’t as tall as the tree.īut the year-round farming is critical because of the near lack of wildlife that isn’t elephants, squirrels, or boomrats.
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