ShadesOfKnight
Refugee
Ok, so I have to say this. This game has gone for challenging and ended on absurd. It's not Dark Souls, guys... it's a Zombie Apocalypse Survival game.
Way back when, guns required specialized parts - handles, grips, barrels, frames, and the like. Made sense - modern guns can't be made with a backyard tool set. Other items required materials that made sense to their construction, and in some cases, that required specialty tools (i.e. a forge to smelt iron into a useable form).
Then we got to the current iteration of the game.
Now, I have a character who can make an Iron Pickaxe, but if he wants to skip the "add the Iron Head to handle" step of making said pickaxe and make the handle just a little thicker, he needs special "parts."
Baseball bat parts? Seriously??? And then the quantity increases as the tier increases???
I can almost see Neegan sitting in the middle of the road weeping because he can't figure out how to wrap barb wire around his baseball bat to accomplish an upgrade without first dismantling the bat he has - into splinters, I assume - and then searching the map for additional "baseball bat parts." (more splinters?)
And then there's bows and crossbows. Again with the parts. In some cases (i.e. fiberglass composite bows) I can understand, but your basic short bow (manufactured literally for thousands of years) and your basic crossbow (again, manufactured for literally thousands of years) should only require tools and materials that can then be shaped into the desired form. Like I said earlier - absurd.
And then there's armor. With a forge and some relatively basic tools, even I can create a serviceable suit of mail or plate armor (i.e. ren faire stuff)آ… but no. We have to have "armor parts." Because I can forge iron into bars, but I can't make it into a plate... or a coil that can be cut into rings... or scales that can be riveted to leather. Nah, we need special PARTS.
The facepalm required at this point borders on concussion-creating.
I'm going to go out on a limb here and say this is the "pimp" part of "Fun Pimps," where the pimp beats you (you know who that makes you) for having too good a time.
Way back when, guns required specialized parts - handles, grips, barrels, frames, and the like. Made sense - modern guns can't be made with a backyard tool set. Other items required materials that made sense to their construction, and in some cases, that required specialty tools (i.e. a forge to smelt iron into a useable form).
Then we got to the current iteration of the game.
Now, I have a character who can make an Iron Pickaxe, but if he wants to skip the "add the Iron Head to handle" step of making said pickaxe and make the handle just a little thicker, he needs special "parts."
Baseball bat parts? Seriously??? And then the quantity increases as the tier increases???
I can almost see Neegan sitting in the middle of the road weeping because he can't figure out how to wrap barb wire around his baseball bat to accomplish an upgrade without first dismantling the bat he has - into splinters, I assume - and then searching the map for additional "baseball bat parts." (more splinters?)
And then there's bows and crossbows. Again with the parts. In some cases (i.e. fiberglass composite bows) I can understand, but your basic short bow (manufactured literally for thousands of years) and your basic crossbow (again, manufactured for literally thousands of years) should only require tools and materials that can then be shaped into the desired form. Like I said earlier - absurd.
And then there's armor. With a forge and some relatively basic tools, even I can create a serviceable suit of mail or plate armor (i.e. ren faire stuff)آ… but no. We have to have "armor parts." Because I can forge iron into bars, but I can't make it into a plate... or a coil that can be cut into rings... or scales that can be riveted to leather. Nah, we need special PARTS.
The facepalm required at this point borders on concussion-creating.
I'm going to go out on a limb here and say this is the "pimp" part of "Fun Pimps," where the pimp beats you (you know who that makes you) for having too good a time.