What if that'd been you out there, I'm asked. That's not how things work here, I'm told. We can't chain him up and keep him as a pet. Don't get me wrong, Craig seems alright, Scottish and all ( Editor's note: Joe is Scottish), but if zombie films and telly shows have taught me nothing else, letting this guy back into HQ in this state is not a good idea.
But don't worry we've got plenty of antibiotics at the base, let's help him out." He looks light on his feet, his face has changed, his arms are limp.
Paul cheers, but as Craig makes his way back, I notice something is off. "I got this," says Michael, before icing his target with meticulous precision.
He kills one, two, three zombies, before being floored by a fourth. Michael fights by my side and before long, we're flanked by an English chap named Paul, and a Scotsman named Craig-and the latter nominates himself to take on a swell of baddies that have gathered at the far side of the square, so long as the rest of us can provide cover from above.Įquipped with sniper rifles, Michael, Paul and myself duly climb the apartment block to the west and follow Craig's path. I grab a baseball bat and, like Negan from The Walking Dead, start battering the blundering undead upside the head. As a newbie to this whole end-of-the-world thing, I decide to follow his lead and set about clearing the immediate vicinity of roaming zombies by his order. Once at Legion, I strike up a conversation with a young Russian fellow named Michael, who describes himself as a veteran of the apocalypse. Zombies stalk me from Vespucci to La Puerta as I make my way to the Legion Square meeting point, and I quickly learn that, like many a zombie movie, these blighters won't go down unless they're struck or shot in the head. The base game's ambient traffic, civilian and emergency services background audio is switched off throughout, the weather is normally terrible, and the only bodies found wandering San Andreas are up to 32 human players and NPC zombies.Īfter landing on the beach, I wonder at RottenV's familiar but isolated setting, and struggle to get to grips with its unfamiliar format. You start off by parachuting into the map, similar to modern battle royale games, and then make your way to centralised 'safezone' hubs, which offer refuge, water, food, weapon and item upgrades, as well as missions and quests. One thing I love about RottenV, then, is the structure it forces onto each session. From experience, roleplaying in Rockstar's crime sim can be immensely satisfying, but with such a vast open world to explore, filled to the brim with activities, jobs and distractions, engineering wholesome RP tales isn't always easy. During my previous GTA 5 roleplay adventures, I've uncovered some cracking stories-some thrilling, some twisted, some funny and some that are difficult to categorise.
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