My life as a post-apocalyptic clone

In this blog I will post my experience in Fallen Earth, starting from my very first day onward.

Author: maskedweasel

I woke up in the middle of a crowded street today. Lucky for me I wasn't trampled or run over while I slept... this afternoon Zanesville was as crowded as ever. As I walked through Zanesville on the way to a local merchant I couldn't help but notice a sand buggy, two different motorcycles, an armored horse, and some other horses and vehicles zipping about town or parked outside a shop.

I realised that I needed some transportation, and I needed it soon. A short walk outside of Zanesville I came to a stable where I purchased a horse and some feed, with some ragged leather I found I was able to fashion myself a bridle. After all was said and done, and I was out just about all of my chips, I decided it was time to go back to town and see if I could find some work.

As my horse trotted along I came upon a shoddy looking metal shed where a man stood with an inquisitive look. After speaking with him he told me that he was a Franklin Rider, and that he had some work for any interested parties that could spare some time and a horse. Luckily I had just that, and within moments I was off across the central plain to a town called the Embry Crossroads.

As I rode the expansive land I was astounded by the amount of debris, trash, animals, and militants I came across. Although I was on a mission, it didn't stop me from stopping to "smell the roses" so to speak, but more precisely stopping to rummage through piles of trash or kill the odd cow for some leather. I was also excited to find my map, pasted to the top right corner of this entry, in which I plotted my whole course from the start of my day, to the finish.

On my journey I passed by a small depot, where I stopped to unload some items I created from various scraps I found. I also picked up a small job to collect some scraps from a band of hooligans outside of town. When I arrived at the location the man specified the gang was little match for me and the Zip Guns I was able to make from a recipe in one of the books I picked up yesterday. Upon checking their pockets for chips and extra supplies I found a Monster Hunt coupon? I wasn't quite sure what this was, but I took it all the same.

After taking my reward of Chips from the man at the depot I headed toward Embry Crossroads and happened by an old abandoned theme park that I was able to get a picture of. It felt almost eerie, knowing that such a place was once meant for fun and entertainment. Now it is a reminder of the beaten and broken world we live in today.

Overall I would say that the journey took about twenty minutes, not counting stopping to fight, mine, loot, and maim.

When I reached the Embry Crossroads I was astounded at how many people there were. I thought Zanesville was crowded, but it was nothing compared to this. As I dismounted my horse I walked through and spoke to local merchants. I found the contact I was supposed to meet from the Franklin Rider's and he paid me hansomly for completing my task. As I headed back to my horse, there was talk of the Embry Monster Hunt. Apparently it was just north of Embry Crossroads. Curious, I headed north, past the giant satellite dish and into a clearing where a little wooden shanty stood. Apparently the Monster Hunt was underway, and assistance was needed to fund the monster hunt. Unfortunately I was not ready to part with my chips and low on time, but I marked the spot on my map to return to when I had more chips.

I headed back to the crossroads and spoke to another gentleman who asked me to head to OilVille to complete a task that had been requested of him. I graciously accepted and headed out to OilVille. On my way, I met another traveler like myself by the name of Tido. We traded some goods and spent a good time talking about where we were headed and decided to help eachother on the way. When we reached OilVille I felt it be best to get some rest for the busy day ahead of me. I tied my horse up next to a shop, and slept.