My trek continues.
Tasked with going to Camp Grayling, a place multiple 'quest' people have mentioned, I figured yeah, let's finally do that. In this case, we're doing it for a Mr. Hatter from the DMC.
I left with a backpack, nice arrangement of sleeping gear (three noise traps, that compact sleeping bag, about eight thousand lighters, etc.). I sold one of my .45's and kept the other. No point in doubling up, although I had enough ammo to dual-wield like some kind of ammo-wasting asshole. Yoked a .308 rifle across my back with FMJ bullets chambered. Sold my compact bow for space. Filled the void with a laptop so I could 'dex and play Solitaire in the wild. Put a crowbar on my little winter-sled for some mild B&E. Stocked up on foods (canned, mostly) and sterilized water. Bandages in case of trouble. Antibiotics and painkillers in case I get in
real trouble. Also put on a frogman sash. From what I've seen so far, this makes them peaceful towards you. Not sure if it affects how other factions see you or not. Local DMC police don't seem to care. Although, if you talk to them, you kinda realize that they don't give a shit about anything. Dogmen, unfortunately, are still quite hostile. For expedient self-defense, I put a .45 in one of my free-hands. Don't want to be rummaging through my shit looking for a weapon if a guy drops in on me real close.
I returned with no sled. An arrow in my left arm. A bow instead of a .45. My backpack of sleeping gear and goods abandoned for a series of reasons I won't list. And an overall big loss of resources. So thirsty and weary I nearly collapsed right outside the DMC, though I did manage to make it back inside for one of them serene veggie soups. As one might guess, my trip to Camp Grayling was a complete and total disaster. I had to start sneaking the further north I got as, apparently, that's dogmen/melonhead territory - something I picked up on when the local human population dropped to zero. Not really much of an issue (Hiding is a great, cheap skill). My visit to Grayling ended... poorly. I'm not going to say what happened, but it looked something like this:
Because I haven't explored much, the map screen pretty much details my adventures:
A picture of me returning to the DMC with bad news softly falling on my shoulders:
Funniest moment was probably my most desperate one. After hunting for the ATN camp, and not finding it, I desperately chased after some deer. Firing wobbly, bendy arrows at 25+ move-distances was a waste of ammo, but I managed to clamber onto one at close range and pull it to the ground. I battled this particular deer with my fists. Fortunately, the game does not seem to simulate the fact that if you did this in real-life the deer would absolutely ruin your day. Unfortunately, the bastard got away. I have to admit: I chased it in circles for awhile like an idiot. After a few turns of doing that I was like alright, fuck this, I'm going to die of thirst and hunger if I don't fucking do something. So I just made a beeline straight for the DMC. The good thing is that at this point in the game there's nothing really dangerous in the south, so it was easy going.
All in all, an alright vacation.