Games

Someone, get me a crowbar!

Technically I'd be in Night City, but for the first few hours surrounded by homelessness and decay I'd likely be trying to figure out how I got to San Francisco again...

The factory must grow. I need to figure out how to use the Logistics Train Network mod and build a new oil processing facility.

If I become my save file, I'm gonna hop into my Star Eagle, fly to New Atlantis, and use my million creds to furnish my Class One citizen penthouse, and fucking retire.

Maybe go visit Neon once a month to trip out on Aurora and catch BorealUS's next show.

Also I'm female now. I may ride this for a bit before going to Enhance and switching back to Male and getting the full Chad look. Might do this sooner to hide from Starborn assassins lol

The first thing I do is gather wood. Make a crafting table, a wooden axe and a wooden pickaxe. Where am I?

I'd probably either get killed by a nosalis or forget to change my mask filter. Greetings from Metro: Last Light!

I think I'll just chill in the space rig and drink ale.

I would tame a gecko and ride it into battle. Or get ganked by a bunch of wasps, could go either way.

Get eaten by giant sea abomination if I don't drown trying to collect metals

Since it has been confirmed that all the characters in Smash are toys, and the human playing with them are the hands, does that make me a hand?

Prince of Persia Warrior Within.

Hmm. If I'm on the island of time I'm royally screwed but living in some random town is okay I guess. Could be worse.

Everything must be Satisfactory.

I would be the lone human in Deep Rock Galactic. Hopefully I would be transported into the Rig and drink some beers because if I ended up on Hoxxes I'm pretty sure I would be glyphid food.

the last game I played was Duskers, so I'm probably either immediately dying in the vacuum of space or trapped in a derelict space station without any power.

I like to think that I'd join a pirate crew and go on adventures, but more likely I'd be a hobo on some street on a Caribbean island. Could be worse.

Faerûn. I'd probably fail to see a trap and die.

But in my defence, those are invisible until I roll a high enough number on a dice.

I own a wine empire and a giant gold clock. Pretty cool.

I guess I'd go to the bus tunnel and check if any of my wine is ready yet.

A creeper blows up behind me while I'm punching a tree.

I find myself on a large, nice, and green felt. As I stand up, I see a stack of cards in the distance. Next to it are seven spreads of cards, each with the top card face up...

"Bomb has been planted.." Shit.

I am struck by an overwhelming urge to make paperclips.

I gotta catch 'em all

Drown in rain. I'm too big for the shelters.

Last game I played was World of Tanks, so...

Society as we know it ended in 1919, after the calamitous fall of every world government. There is no order or law save the will of the Tank Clans, roaming columns of tanks from every nation on the constant prowl for ammunition, fuel and supplies to keep their rampage sustained for even a moment longer.

To be a tanker in this time is to embrace chaos and anarchy. Tank clans commit to bloody battles, fighting to the last man over scarce resources. The victors cannibalize the smouldering wrecks of the fallen for whatever scrap remains. Technological advances come at the cost of hundreds fallen, all in the name of making deadlier war machines. This the world I now inhabit, a world of steel and chaos, of armor and war. This is...

The World of Tanks.

I feel I need to turn a crank. It feels tedious at first, but it gives me some power to make scrap metal.

That really depends.

Crash land near/in the main colony? Eh. I'd be thrown into prison to be beaten or put into Boris' chair until I was compliant, but after, there's a chance at a decent life with only some risk of death. At worst, they might decide I'm worth tossing in a Warcasket and joining the Dead watching the walls.

Outside of them? Ehh. Might be able to throw in with a tribe and keep my head down until we're all slaughtered in a raid. Some of the Empires seem somewhat friendly, could try to offer services cleaning and hauling for a bed in a servant barracks. Completely fucked if I'm caught out by Raiders, Pirates, Insectoids, or Mechanoids.

I hunt mushrooms and apples for the next 5 days till I max out my supply in the stash and carefully avoid monster encounters because I'm scared shitless and I only get one life this time.

I would like to think I would be some kind of PMC trying to survive in a quarantined zone after mass evacuation. The Russian government has cordoned off the area as a result of some kind of conspiracy by a secretive 'Umbrella Corp' style mega corp and has stranded the Russian and Western PMCs that were caught in the area when it closed.

But in reality I would be a Scav and almost immediately killed by some lvl70 Kappa chad.

I'd be thrust into a dog-eat-dog world of 4 warring factions each out to establish dominance and feed themselves. I'd say in a week give or take I'd end up on someone's dinner plate.

(I played 3/4s through of Tooth and Tail last night in 8 hours).

Ask me again in two weeks and I'd be in a city where you MUST take a train to get anywhere, in Cities Skylines 2. That would be a nicer fate.