Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-30238789-20180926095345/@comment-35223544-20181022235939

After fumbling for hours trying to get used to amplified movement, I finally had walking down. It was tentative and wobbly, but I soon got walking and running down. Running, with effort, could propel me to speeds Usain Bolt would dream of. Fuck yes this suit is great. Imma keep it when all this zombie bullshit is over. A few hours and I'd mastered most other things, but then I realized - If I can run at 30 meters per second with this hazard suit's servos doing all the work, how high can I jump?.

Instantly regretted trying to find out. Ended up just hitting my head on the awning of a building. Fuck. I grabbed my guns and some peanut butter, then used a Phantom Keyboard I "found" to spawn some Pop-Tarts and some non-perishable food. I then found the helmet of the suit lying around next to where I woke up, and put it on, as well as a Shrek mask I saw one of my neighbors wearing. They weren't home, and I was unidentifiable with the helmet, so fuck it. I walked in, and found a dead guy with another guy standing on top of him. I shot the dude, realizing he was a zombie, and searched the place for the mask. Yes. Found it. Good. So we got zombies and shit. Great. I knew this wasn't just gonna be a fun day where I can terrorize the world. Fucking zombies beat me to it. I walked out into the world, and immediately ran into a pack of zombies. I ran the other way with my suit's sprint assist function.