Description: Unfortunately for survivors, the mall was built to let people in instead of keeping people out. There are numerous entrances and exits scattered around the mall, and that doesn’t even include the direct entrances and exits some stores have. Everyone agrees that a lock isn’t enough. Rather than have the worst happen, everyone is encouraged to scavenge and locate what they can from the mall and use it to help barricade and block off entrances. At least one entrance has been barricaded and set up to use as a main entrance and exit. The rest need to be reinforced.
Goal: RP your survivor finding something to help barricade the mall. It can be a table or chairs from one of the many stores, or even one of the stands out in the middle of the mall floor. Have them add it to a barricade. There are barricades that lead directly to the mall, as well as barricades within stores themselves.
First time doing this quest? Please write a minimum of 100 words for 1 Arcade Token.
Repeating? Minimum word count jumps up to 300 in order to claim your 1 Arcade Token.
Feeling wordy? Go above and beyond the bare minimum for additional tokens! You need to meet this word count while doing the quest, so no going back to pad your quest to claim tokens! These token bonuses do not stack, so you can't write 100 words to claim 1 token, then add 300 words to claim 2 more tokens.
500 words = 2 Arcade Tokens.
600 words = 3 Arcade Tokens.
700 words = 4 Arcade Tokens.
800 words = 5 Arcade Tokens.
Stumped? Now’s a great time for your character to reflect on the crazy things that have gone down. Maybe they’re upset and need to calm down by nailing things into the barricade. Maybe they’re feeling creative and think the barricades could use more color and decide to go crazy with some glitter glue. The only requirement (aside from the word count) is that your character is doing something to improve the barricades protecting them and everyone else from the infected.
The sun's out-and it's quite hot out there.
That means, it's a perfect day for doing laundry...not.
This is Saul Goodman reporting, he narrated his actions in his head like a sport reporter. In his hand-pulled trolley are some...dubious appliances like strings, X-mas lights, metal skewers for BBQ-ing and many rolls of wrapping ribbons.
It's time to beautify reinforce the barricade again.
As he walked to the outer barricade leading to the mall, he made a stop to examine the strange contraption near the parking lot-it looks like a huge tent made from PVC pipes and plastic food wrappers. From afar, it can be mistaken as some alien research lab.
But it was not. It's his doing-a self-made glasshouse for cultivating plants.
Opening the heavy plastic door, the air inside of the contraption is humid and even hotter than the outside. The plants, however, seems to enjoy it.
People DID ravaged the mall for perishables, but the seeds and pre-packaged soil on the gardening corner has been left mostly untouched. Maybe they think that in a doomed world, gardening is just another hobby; haven't they even watched Waterworld?
The tomato plants at the last row has started sprouting fruit. He chosen to plant several varieties, including the fast-to-bear-fruit variety and indetermines which can produce fruit all year save winter. There's also some other plant, like potatoes and turnip that can survive winter, should it comes.
But all of his preparation now comes to naught. In a week, just a week, they'll be saved.
Would the tomatoes be ripe enough to be eaten at that day? He can't answer.
Turning on the dripping pipe, the water mixed with nutrients came flowing down from a small pool located at the nearby wall. Even if they should not drink the water directly, giving it into plants will probably lessens the chance of being infected. Not only that, he already made solar-powered stove to bring the water to boil and evaporation chamber to distill the water. Again, for naught; there's just nobody brave enough to drink it.
Leaving the garden after pruning some dead leaves and overgrowth, Saul walked to the perimeter he's been assigned to. Examining the extent of the damage done to it by the zombies, he decided the wall will still be good for sometime. By placing glass layered with quick-dry cement, he created a kind of laminated glass that can resist even body blows from professional rugby athlete. It's not only hard to climb, it's also easy to clean! (adevertisement).
Since there's still time until the sun goes down and the zombies became more active, he climbed to the top of the shabbily-made watchtower, fetches the binoculars taken from some survival shop and directed it downtown.
*Shivers*
"Dangit." The human-yet-grotesque figures can be seen huddling together, hiding their strangely-slow-to-rot bodies at the shadows of the building around them.
He jumped down from the watchtower and calmly climbed another contraption, made from copious number of mirrors and a large parabolic dish. Infront of that device was an array of focusing lens taken from disassembling broken projectors from cinema inside the mall.
"Praise be to the sun." He muttered, taking off the black shroud covering the mirrors and aligning them to catch the sun. The zombies never know what causes them to burn spontaneously: a home-made death ray gun that can completely incinerate things. Too bad the device has limited range of use-and can only be used when there's sun. He has been cautioned not to set fire to the barricade...
After roasting some zombies and securing the perimeter, Saul begins reinforcing the small defects in the barricade. Some planks has been loosen by the strong rain last night, and the melted glitter glue has made a mess, forming glitter puddles he doesn't want to step in. Picking a bbq-skewer and jewelery hammer, he pounded some more nails into the large slabs of wood taken from IKEA by some brave souls. Securing some loose objects with a lot of thread, some bundle of Xmas lights and wrapping ribbons took some time. Loose ends here, loose ends there, making a knot, making tripwires, adding some traps, adding intruder alarm bells, making a knot, making a loop, hammering down some planks, re-oiling the slope, put plank here, put plank there...
"Huff. That should do it."
There. The barricade has been reinforced-again. Too bad they run out of quick-dry concrete---nobody nowadays are brave enough to venture that store again, after two of them got lost and never return.
The sun has passed it's highest zenith on the sky, and the clouds looked like it's gathering. Now is the best time to go back into the mall.
-but not before he collected his laundry. Some fresh clothes out of the sun would do GREAT even if he cannot do a proper bath...which doesn't help with his dandruff problem, really.
"I'm seriously going to have a hair transplant If I made it out." He promised himself.
Just seven more days, Saul muttered again, pulling the cart full of things, entering the mall...
