So here is how my longest game so far went - as usual, you always lack something, and time passes similar to Sims, so you have about enough time to wobble to the corner to take a piss, and whoa - the evening's here. If you go to sleep, you get raided and wake up with a hole in your stomach, if you stay awake, you get tired and shuffle around like a zombie. Fellas are also not good starvers, and after one week, they are dying of hunger (?)

Anyway, after a few days of these chronic woes, a godsend solution to my problems appeared at the door - Boris the Big Bad Bouncer, a huge fella, slow and clumsy with few words to say, but strong like an ox and clever as much. A trusty friend for days full of wet work, you might say.

"Ehh... duh... can I stay?" he asks.
"Sure, tavarysch, welcome, grab a bite to eat. Boris, is it? So listen, Boris, the night is coming, we are all tired here, and Bruno here has one hell of a fever. It's your privilege to go hunting tonight, bring something good, okay? Here's our only knife, don't lose it, don't fall upon it. Da svidanya!"

So Boris made his way to a ruined house where shot has been heard. No pain, no gain, eh? A door, a ladder to the basement full of junk. All's well so far. But after Boris started rummaging through the crap, he hears shouts and footsteps.

"Someone's here, Bozena, shoot him dead!"

Bad choice of words - if they used expressions like "exterminate" or "eradicate", Boris would not have understood, and they could have taken him by surprise. But "shoot", that much Boris understands.

So right before a kick to the door lights up the room, Boris expertly steps back to an alcove, drawing his knife from a forearm sheathe. Bozena storms in, gun ready to fire, flashlight searches the room. But just as she passes Boris' silent shadow, our crafty giant jumps her and makes her full of unexpected holes with his knife. Bozena did not make a sound.

Boris, you devil, it's not the first time, is it? Wasting no time, our hero snatched the rifle from the already cold fingers of his victim, and rushed up the ladder. Footsteps running away form the house, and others the stairs. A short pursuit and one shot after, a limp body fell from the roof ladder. Nothing on him, but the house was full of sweet stuff - booze, food, wood blocks, spare parts, you name it.

Boris made it back with the first rays of the new morning, but once he stepped through the door, announcing proudly his massive haul, he immediately saw all is not well. His companions were sitting around, crying, one even lying broken on the floor.

"Boris, you monster, what have you done?"

How did they know? A complete mystery. Perhaps Boris' clothes were smeared with blood. Perhaps it was his face. One thing is sure - nobody prepared the freshly acquired food, nobody set the filter to capture fresh rainwater, nobody reset the mousetrap in the basement.

Our survivors spent the rest of the day depressed, trying to comfort each other in pairs, and making it hell lot worse. In the night, they got raided, but everyone was too sad and weepy to defend, so they ended carved up pretty good.

The next day was once again spent weeping, moaning, bleeding, lying around. Only Bruno, who was sick on top of being wounded, starving, and depressed, was able to move for some reason, and he tried to feed others and tell them happy stories about fluffy bunies and Candyland.

To no avail. The next day everyone was starving, and the day after - dying.

Pussies.

Yeah, it's a little strange how your other people know... is there a newsletter going around detailing your scavenger's exploits? Is he being followed by a camera crew? I think we are supposed to assume the scavenger tells the group all the gory details... but that's not necessarily something everyone would do.

It also would've been nice if certain housemates actually got a bonus if they heard you did something bad, depending on their personality -- after all, not everyone is a saint.

Alas, nothing but crying, weeping and suicidal tendencies. T.T