EPTNote for readers who don't play this game which I announce at the start of the story:
-This is "role-playing lite" hack-n-slash gameplay with PvP mode
-There are three teams: Orange, Blue, and Green
-First team to reach 800 points win after a 15-second sudden-death overtime period wins the game.
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Ok we are enjoying Dead Island Epidemic
Still a newb recording on the same .mp4 track for the audio and video feeds.
Playing a Tier 3 Armored Berg, Household Shotgun and Sharpened Shovel, Tier 3 and Tier 1
respectively.
We're just beating away some zombies on our way to the barricade.
Ok.
We make the barricade in second place. I am glad to see my team cooperating and fighting through all of the obstacles we made it through.
Biding our time, slaying those weaker than us with repeated shovelings, the zombie Walkers fall as leaves from a shaken branch.
It looks like NerdEPanda has ambitiously led us to an attempt at capturing the middle point.
My-oh-my carrying 29 supply with half hp, wee'll just make our way home.
Looks like blue team has similar ideas and their whole team has made it to the Looter.
However, I, expecting an easy fight via picking off 3 enemies have my victory taken from me and
I am surmounted in my efforts by Amber's intervention.
Here we are again unified as a team.. delicately now.. we face a huge opportunity to intercept points!
What a lovely stream underneath the bridge of which the attractive boards form the body of.
A Consumable item. The clever supply hook.
which may have changed the game in this neck-to-neck fight to the supply goal of 800 points.
A brave orange Bryce appears with 30% hp, perhaps he wants to die.
That's weird that's weird. That's totally my kill man.
That done with, the hoarder fight is on!
The water calmly rolling underneath the boards of the walkway through this tropical environment.
The hoarder fight -- ongoing, unbelievably --
This is what I live for!!!!
Damn it.
An honorable foe challenging our supply point. He appears to be oblivious of our dedicated defenders.
The hoarder fight -- ongoing.
No! don't take me down with you fools! I have been slain.
Marvelous green gas puke diahrhea coming, regurgitated by the floater hoarder.
The joy of watching one's opponents die in puddles of plasmodic puke.
Our truck being robbed by Blue.
Idyllic green streams underneath the attractive wooden boards.
No Sir, not getting away with any of my goodies.
Not even your life son!
Treading the gravel of the tropical paradise island zone where I be.
A team members requests that we group: Nay, comrade!
Chasing nightmare creatures in pursuit of the spoils granted after a long battle.
Rise, rise again zombie walkers who fall to my beatings as so many peddles from a bear-shaken
branch. But only after you have incubated, inculcated the knowledge of your forefathers and grown to your greater self. Grown to be an Elite like one of your big brothers, the Elite Butcher!
Famous for his savage beatings!
A foul mutated Elite Ram is slain. Even the Elite zombie goes back to the earth! Maybe we are making a Super-Elite zombie.
I perform the quick throw maneuver and deliver our final supply points into the truck and feel aesthetically formless -- inside and of, perfection -- as time rushes us to the sweet taste of victory which comes over me as the countdown announces green wins, green wins. For
15 full seconds in 8 opponents + my team and I's faces..
Green Wins. 800 points 1st place.
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