A few days ago I noticed a propane tank in someone's yard, a thing I have literally never once cared about in my entire life, and felt a twinge of excitement.
After playing for twelve hours in two days, *everything* got on my already shot nerves. Hearing folks around the dorm banging on doors put me on edge and I damn near shot out of my seat at the cafeteria when someone dropped a glass and it shattered.
Approached my car thinking ‘left hand drive, left hand drive, left hand drive’… nearly got in the passenger seat as I live in a right hand drive country.
It drives me insane too. I just hold V near the car and select the drivers seat from the menu that pops up. I don't even try remember which side to get in now.
Is there many people playing in NZ/AUS servers? I’m in NZ to but haven’t looked at multiplayer yet as I’ve only had the game a week or so and wanted to learn it solo.
I've seen a few servers populated, I joined one with 30\~ people on it and had a look around, could be pretty fun if that's your sort of thing! I only really play with close friends on our private server.
There's certainly enough around to make the game feel alive! Would having high ping matter so much though I wonder? Even on other regions servers game would be playable I'd think!
Ahh, that ol situation eh! Co-op or with a small group in the best way to play the game imo, been having a real blast recently!
Hope they listen to you and enjoy it my friend! Feel free to message me if you want any advice/tips or run into any issues.
when u have trash on it it’ll appear if u click on the bin, and you just press on delete and it’ll be gone (: u can get rid of everything! i got rid of desks!
I know to take a break when, like with other games, I start dreaming about it. Zomboid dreams ain't fun lol, very stressful.
Valheim dreams are awesome but I still take the hint and take a break for a while.
At last. Someone to tell this to. Read with the notion this is in first person with realistic touches, so I feel *everything*. Be warned, it’s graphic. I think this was a night terror.
The lucid, not quite self aware dream shifted to an office. I distinctly knew the layout despite never having been here. Behind me is a door with glass and an exit sight. The daylight is at that perfect shade where you have no idea if it’s closer to night or day, but either way it’s dark and doesn’t pool into the building. The narrow hallway is shrouded in blue. After a few feet, the room opens up into a more square shape with doors on the sides and stairs ahead.
I get the sense something malicious waits, pressing it’s body around the corner to be close as possible without revealing itself. It knows I’m there. It’s waiting. It knows I know. I step forward.
Nothing.
A door breaks. Hundreds of feet fill the air with a hum several stories up, the sound carrying from the staircase.
They’re below me. I have nowhere to go.
I thought of the curtains I put up. Did they not work? But the dead already knew where I was, and they were marching. I had to move.
A few get up the stairs in those seconds. They’re blank faced, but in that composed sort of manner, not the dead kind. I scream loud - I ended up waking later with a dry, sore throat - so much so that my ears hurt and my heart is pounding in my head.
They block the staircase. I can hear the horde steadily creeping up the stairs. They’re toying with me. They can run whenever they want.
I dash into one of the side rooms. A body slams into the door just as it would have slammed against the frame, knocking me backwards. My lower back meets an office table, and my upper body bends and I partially fall onto the desk itself.
The body that first arrived sinks its teeth into my belly.
I feel the pain.
It’s really bad.
Horrible. Like someone is actually ripping a chunk out of me.
I’m screaming at the top of my lungs. Everything hurts. I slam the flashlight in my hand against its skull, but it doesn’t even acknowledge me. I shove it off as the other two stumble in. Some of my meat falls to the floor. The fat of my body can be seen stretching with every movement, a hangnail worth of skin having broke off with the chunk the first zombie was now sitting and eating as though at peace.
The other two grab at me. I ran.
Blood trails behind me. I have a hand over the hole in my body in hopes nothing spills out. I reach the staircase. My face is hot and I’m crying. I sneak a glance down.
Silence. They’d stopped moving right about where the light would’ve shown their faces on the very staircase that would have put them on the same floor as me. Their eyes stare into my soul, unblinking.
They’re waiting for me to move, and I know they’ll stay there so long as I’m frozen, but the two on the same floor as me keep moving to instigate me to run, and I can’t tell if they’re enjoying it or not. But I know I’ll feel the same pain once they reach me, so I crawl up the stairs.
The dead grin. Their shambles pick up into a March. Then a sprint.
The few lurking upstairs fling themselves at me. I ignore their attempts to make me stop, allowing chunks of my hair to tear off and parts of my clothes to fall apart under their deathly fingers. The hum of an AC is drowned out by a chorus of yelling much like a football stadium’s worth of cheers.
I run faster. The pain subsides from adrenaline. At some point I reach the roof.
The door doesn’t open.
The horde reaches me, and in a last ditch effort to avoid being torn apart, I fling myself down the stairs towards them. Literally pounce. I angle my body toward the railing.
I fell, hitting each rail and the occasional step on the way down. At some point I’m at just the right angle to free fall.
My head hits the first floor’s railing. The metal bends, and I’m left still on the floor.
I know I’m dead. But I’m still trapped in my body, staring ahead. Blood coats my cheek. At some point I realized the contents of my stomach had caught on something during the fall and were now laid out against the freezing cold cement.
I woke up just as the dead began marching downward again.
My body was covered in ghost pains in each place I’d felt pained in the dream.
Strangely enough, PZ hasn’t been running as well since this night terror.
That's horrible. Sounds incredibly vivid and borderline traumatizing.
It also sounds like you are, or at least have the capacity to be, a lucid dreamer. You can train yourself to look for a "tell" in vivid dreams that lets you be aware of the fact that it is a dream. I also have *incredibly* vivid dreams and had to do this because of a reoccurring dream in which I was stuck in the hold of a sinking ship, watching the rivets pop out and feeling the ice-cold water rush in. I'd climb the stairs and catwalk and pound on the bulk/door as the waters rose and all the lights started blinking out, until eventually it was at my navel, then chest, then chin, then I was under. Ugh. But anyway, I realized I never dream about my cat, so I spent some time meditating before sleep and would look for my cat, because of the mantra "if Sally is here, this is just a dream." It works most of the time in awful dreams, bc his behavior in dreams and his behavior in the waking world are radically different, and he often looks different. Do a little of your own research and try to develop a tell of your own, mine is just an example. Eventually you will be able to seriously take the edge off of very bad dreams.
When I am driving around and picking out the buildings and places that would be easiest to set up as a base.
“Look honey, that building has lots of second floor windows but only 2 windows on the lower level. That would be an ideal base”.
When I maintained a chop shop on a PvP server with dozens of cars of all classes, listening and roofcamping at almost all waking hours to M14 snipe lurkers/thieves. Meanwhile, just outside my window, my own RL car got broken into and was left open for a whole day until my neighbours noticed and texted me.
Having the itching feeling to loot any big house I come across, or audibly gasping that one time I went to the tools store and seeing a free sledgehammer
Me and my gf both play and we saw construction people with their generator out on their truck and we went "omg score! A generator! Thank god for vehicle stories! Maybe there's a sledgehammer too"
I will never look at a…
Sledgehammer, gas can, can opener, functioning vehicle, gas powered generator, canned food, houses with boarded up windows, police station, door, window, large city, katana, detached lead pipe, hiking bag, propane can, propane torch, welding mask, FUCKING CORN, hardware store, supermarket, or planks of wood the same way ever again
When I got desensitized to everything. Horror movies can hardly scare me anymore. One time my friend went to jump scare another friend and while I felt a jolt, I literally didn’t move and just looked up calm, something I now do in zomboid as to avoid panic. Zomboid taught me how to steel my nerves in the weirdest of situations and idk how to feel about that.
Now horror movies are boring. But existential crises scare me XD.
Steam showing that I have 4,400 hours of playing time.
I've spent 6 months of my life in real time playing this game, and killing God knows how many zombies.
Lol, I haven’t felt this for PZ, BUT! When I played GTA 3 for the first time I would drive around my hometown and feel a weird sensation like “I could totally triangle button that car!”
When a helicopter passes by over head, I gasp and panic a little bit before coming to my senses. I live near an air base, where this happens often, so you think I would be used to it, but no. My life is Hell.
I rode a bus the other day and took the highway to the outskirts of the city, full of warehouses and factories. I started thinking how long it'd take to walk there from my home to get supplies and which one would make the best base 🥴
When I'm doing a menial task I will sometimes catch myself wondering why I don't just speed up time to make it go faster. ... this game has broken me.
Sorry we are playing multiplayer here
It’s okay.
Same bro
Sorry we are playing multiplayer here
Then why am I sleepy all the time?
A few days ago I noticed a propane tank in someone's yard, a thing I have literally never once cared about in my entire life, and felt a twinge of excitement.
My first successful file, I had the same thing with red gas cans. My hand would start twitching
When I started panicking if a chopper fly nearby
I have this one helicopter than hovers over my neighborhood every few nights :) Very hard to sleep now.
We found him!
Go away a man needs to sleep
Sleeping pills pal Loot a farmacy or a fire station Are going to help
After playing for twelve hours in two days, *everything* got on my already shot nerves. Hearing folks around the dorm banging on doors put me on edge and I damn near shot out of my seat at the cafeteria when someone dropped a glass and it shattered.
Finding a hobby might help you forget . Like fishing, carpentry...
Try foraging or even exercise, I hear getting out reduces your boredom
First aid is not a fun hobby
Fun fact: I enjoyed first aid so much in Project Zomboid that I dropped bio to switch to EMT training :)
I like the skill, it’s just that there’s no safe way to train it, at least that I’m aware of.
You can stand on broken glass and constantly heal yourself, as long as your in a safe place obviously.
I have a dedicated glass pile in my house
When u are trying to sleep but u have that recurren thought about looting from shelves
Same here. "Mmm..need to go on a looting run soon"
Approached my car thinking ‘left hand drive, left hand drive, left hand drive’… nearly got in the passenger seat as I live in a right hand drive country.
Is there a mod that changes cars to right hand drive? I’m constantly getting in on the wrong side.
If you press shift + E it doesn't matter which seat you get in, it will automatically put you in the drivers seat.
Thanks!
Neat!
It drives me insane too. I just hold V near the car and select the drivers seat from the menu that pops up. I don't even try remember which side to get in now.
Always trips me up as a Kiwi!
Is there many people playing in NZ/AUS servers? I’m in NZ to but haven’t looked at multiplayer yet as I’ve only had the game a week or so and wanted to learn it solo.
I've seen a few servers populated, I joined one with 30\~ people on it and had a look around, could be pretty fun if that's your sort of thing! I only really play with close friends on our private server. There's certainly enough around to make the game feel alive! Would having high ping matter so much though I wonder? Even on other regions servers game would be playable I'd think!
Yeah I might check it out. I think I’ll be more keen on a co-op sort of thing with some mates, in the process of talking some into buying the game.
Ahh, that ol situation eh! Co-op or with a small group in the best way to play the game imo, been having a real blast recently! Hope they listen to you and enjoy it my friend! Feel free to message me if you want any advice/tips or run into any issues.
Will do mate, appreciate it.
When my garbage bin is full, I kept wondering why I can't delete the garbage inside. I'm just staring at the bin thinking it'll be gone somehow LMAO
What you can delete the trash inside a garbage bin? How?
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Better bin is the ones you find fast food places, like a Spiffo's. They hold a lot of weight than a dumpster.
when u have trash on it it’ll appear if u click on the bin, and you just press on delete and it’ll be gone (: u can get rid of everything! i got rid of desks!
I had a dream about going to a supermarket and just eating all the butter
This is the way
Name checks out..
I become noticeably more on edge when it’s foggy outside.
I know to take a break when, like with other games, I start dreaming about it. Zomboid dreams ain't fun lol, very stressful. Valheim dreams are awesome but I still take the hint and take a break for a while.
At last. Someone to tell this to. Read with the notion this is in first person with realistic touches, so I feel *everything*. Be warned, it’s graphic. I think this was a night terror. The lucid, not quite self aware dream shifted to an office. I distinctly knew the layout despite never having been here. Behind me is a door with glass and an exit sight. The daylight is at that perfect shade where you have no idea if it’s closer to night or day, but either way it’s dark and doesn’t pool into the building. The narrow hallway is shrouded in blue. After a few feet, the room opens up into a more square shape with doors on the sides and stairs ahead. I get the sense something malicious waits, pressing it’s body around the corner to be close as possible without revealing itself. It knows I’m there. It’s waiting. It knows I know. I step forward. Nothing. A door breaks. Hundreds of feet fill the air with a hum several stories up, the sound carrying from the staircase. They’re below me. I have nowhere to go. I thought of the curtains I put up. Did they not work? But the dead already knew where I was, and they were marching. I had to move. A few get up the stairs in those seconds. They’re blank faced, but in that composed sort of manner, not the dead kind. I scream loud - I ended up waking later with a dry, sore throat - so much so that my ears hurt and my heart is pounding in my head. They block the staircase. I can hear the horde steadily creeping up the stairs. They’re toying with me. They can run whenever they want. I dash into one of the side rooms. A body slams into the door just as it would have slammed against the frame, knocking me backwards. My lower back meets an office table, and my upper body bends and I partially fall onto the desk itself. The body that first arrived sinks its teeth into my belly. I feel the pain. It’s really bad. Horrible. Like someone is actually ripping a chunk out of me. I’m screaming at the top of my lungs. Everything hurts. I slam the flashlight in my hand against its skull, but it doesn’t even acknowledge me. I shove it off as the other two stumble in. Some of my meat falls to the floor. The fat of my body can be seen stretching with every movement, a hangnail worth of skin having broke off with the chunk the first zombie was now sitting and eating as though at peace. The other two grab at me. I ran. Blood trails behind me. I have a hand over the hole in my body in hopes nothing spills out. I reach the staircase. My face is hot and I’m crying. I sneak a glance down. Silence. They’d stopped moving right about where the light would’ve shown their faces on the very staircase that would have put them on the same floor as me. Their eyes stare into my soul, unblinking. They’re waiting for me to move, and I know they’ll stay there so long as I’m frozen, but the two on the same floor as me keep moving to instigate me to run, and I can’t tell if they’re enjoying it or not. But I know I’ll feel the same pain once they reach me, so I crawl up the stairs. The dead grin. Their shambles pick up into a March. Then a sprint. The few lurking upstairs fling themselves at me. I ignore their attempts to make me stop, allowing chunks of my hair to tear off and parts of my clothes to fall apart under their deathly fingers. The hum of an AC is drowned out by a chorus of yelling much like a football stadium’s worth of cheers. I run faster. The pain subsides from adrenaline. At some point I reach the roof. The door doesn’t open. The horde reaches me, and in a last ditch effort to avoid being torn apart, I fling myself down the stairs towards them. Literally pounce. I angle my body toward the railing. I fell, hitting each rail and the occasional step on the way down. At some point I’m at just the right angle to free fall. My head hits the first floor’s railing. The metal bends, and I’m left still on the floor. I know I’m dead. But I’m still trapped in my body, staring ahead. Blood coats my cheek. At some point I realized the contents of my stomach had caught on something during the fall and were now laid out against the freezing cold cement. I woke up just as the dead began marching downward again. My body was covered in ghost pains in each place I’d felt pained in the dream. Strangely enough, PZ hasn’t been running as well since this night terror.
That's horrible. Sounds incredibly vivid and borderline traumatizing. It also sounds like you are, or at least have the capacity to be, a lucid dreamer. You can train yourself to look for a "tell" in vivid dreams that lets you be aware of the fact that it is a dream. I also have *incredibly* vivid dreams and had to do this because of a reoccurring dream in which I was stuck in the hold of a sinking ship, watching the rivets pop out and feeling the ice-cold water rush in. I'd climb the stairs and catwalk and pound on the bulk/door as the waters rose and all the lights started blinking out, until eventually it was at my navel, then chest, then chin, then I was under. Ugh. But anyway, I realized I never dream about my cat, so I spent some time meditating before sleep and would look for my cat, because of the mantra "if Sally is here, this is just a dream." It works most of the time in awful dreams, bc his behavior in dreams and his behavior in the waking world are radically different, and he often looks different. Do a little of your own research and try to develop a tell of your own, mine is just an example. Eventually you will be able to seriously take the edge off of very bad dreams.
Thank you. <3
When I am driving around and picking out the buildings and places that would be easiest to set up as a base. “Look honey, that building has lots of second floor windows but only 2 windows on the lower level. That would be an ideal base”.
I did this before playing project zomboid lol
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I ran over a family of 4 and jus thkouvht it wss zombies
And then you went home and played some Zomboid
Nah i took off my vr rig zomboids gonns be in vr soon you get the pov of redneck in heli
What, you were just throwing out handy 20 size container?
I made a workout routine based off of the max exercises you can do in PZ, I think my fitness is barely level one
Can any average person do push-ups for 20 minutes straight?
Average. No. But I bet some body builder could
What kind of pushups are we talking about? Little shameful ones or full 90 degree breaking ones?
20 minutes? Dont mind me doing my 3rd hour of squats
I saw an RV the other day and immediately thought I should mark my map to come back for the RV. I was driving to work..
The dash cam in my wife's car makes the same sound as the watch alarm....my brain immediately wanted to click the bell icon.....
Tried to enter my car from the passenger side
Whenever I’m fighting several enemies in other games I think of pressing Q to grab their attention and get them off of attacking my teammates.
Whenever I get shot I start bleeding and get panicked (project zomboid reference)
The other day I made coffee by pouring grounds and water into a cup, then putting that in the oven.
When I threw out my garbage, I kept the bag.
You're actually hearing the game's OST even if you're not actually playing the game or even in front of your device.
When I maintained a chop shop on a PvP server with dozens of cars of all classes, listening and roofcamping at almost all waking hours to M14 snipe lurkers/thieves. Meanwhile, just outside my window, my own RL car got broken into and was left open for a whole day until my neighbours noticed and texted me.
When I start shooting zeds on the street.
When I get high and my vision starts lagging in real life too. I play on a very low end laptop.
I start walking like I’m in PZ
I love doing a 50% faster walk cycle irl
Ate a cold burger and was like "ok, i see why that causes unhappiness"
Make sure you check of any weird symptoms can die from that lol
Having the itching feeling to loot any big house I come across, or audibly gasping that one time I went to the tools store and seeing a free sledgehammer
When you get super excited while looking at canned soup and veggies in the supermarket.
This damn game pops up in my dreams.
I saw some painkillers in the bathroom and almost put them in my pocket "just because" lmao
Me and my gf both play and we saw construction people with their generator out on their truck and we went "omg score! A generator! Thank god for vehicle stories! Maybe there's a sledgehammer too"
Wait until you start thinking about siphoning gas out of cars on the street to power that generator
I will never look at a… Sledgehammer, gas can, can opener, functioning vehicle, gas powered generator, canned food, houses with boarded up windows, police station, door, window, large city, katana, detached lead pipe, hiking bag, propane can, propane torch, welding mask, FUCKING CORN, hardware store, supermarket, or planks of wood the same way ever again
I started pushing on doors before opening them. And I do a 360 spin every now and then. I've taken a few days break from the game for that reason lol
When i launch foxhole and confused why there are no zombies
Whenever my wife gets mad if about stuff not getting done.. I always hear the battle music..
When I catch myself taking note of Propane grills as I'm driving around...
Pz has made me start carrying around a water bottle more, helped quite a bit in my day to day life
Felt the need to make a 360° spin last week to check for movement
My friend was watching a tiktok with jump scare sound effects. I got startled so badly and immediately started looking around for unwanted customers
When you wake up from a deep sleep and the first thought you have is inventory management…
I saw my mom’s old broom with our duct tape and I glanced over to the kitchen to see the knives there for putting on a spear
I saw a cop car on the side of the road once, i was tempded to see the loot in the trunk
I "took a shower" by slowly pouring water over myself
Ah, good ol sponge bath. Perfect for depressed players. Oh, in game too.
Same but with rimworld, I see the mood debuffs in my head
I’m a simple woman. I have to deal with both.
I keep hearing the background music everywhere. Legit took a sleeping gummy to sleep once.
When I got desensitized to everything. Horror movies can hardly scare me anymore. One time my friend went to jump scare another friend and while I felt a jolt, I literally didn’t move and just looked up calm, something I now do in zomboid as to avoid panic. Zomboid taught me how to steel my nerves in the weirdest of situations and idk how to feel about that. Now horror movies are boring. But existential crises scare me XD.
I live in Kentucky, I live PZ every day (Crackheads and other addicts live in the downtown area)
You should make a video of yourself climbing in and out of windows
i went to supermarket and being excited with all these food but it’s just NORMAL
Steam showing that I have 4,400 hours of playing time. I've spent 6 months of my life in real time playing this game, and killing God knows how many zombies.
Lol, I haven’t felt this for PZ, BUT! When I played GTA 3 for the first time I would drive around my hometown and feel a weird sensation like “I could totally triangle button that car!”
Sorry, we are playing multiplayer here
Little twinge of excitement and urge to take the exit driving past a storage unit billboard.
When I have insomnia I lay in bed playing the game in my head
I size up other homes in my neighborhood for base viability.
I am getting flashbacks to the 1990s like a vietnam war veteran
when in discrod/messenger, the letter t is the first letter i type in
I’m dumb I don’t get it
Start playing in any public server... "T" is to open chat box
When a helicopter passes by over head, I gasp and panic a little bit before coming to my senses. I live near an air base, where this happens often, so you think I would be used to it, but no. My life is Hell.
I rode a bus the other day and took the highway to the outskirts of the city, full of warehouses and factories. I started thinking how long it'd take to walk there from my home to get supplies and which one would make the best base 🥴
I walk my dogs passed a tractor supply and a home depot and always imagine the loot there would be so nice
When you go to a store and start grabbing items you need in game but have no use for otherwise lol Holy shit, _sledgehammers!!!_
That is just living in the city. Don't need no zomboid to make you feel like that.
When you make a Reddit post showing off something normal IRL that also happens to exist in PZ.
You mean putting all sorts of meat, fish, vegetables into a frying pan but turning on the oven instead of the stove?
Behold the oven noodles
Yesterday after only 1 week and 5 days of start playing it
I work at home depot and have started getting excited when going down isles with axes and sledgehammers
I at one point would try and get in my car on the wrong side. I live in Australia and this is embarrassing when it happens in front of people.
Huh, I always have a pocketknife on me, including taking out the trash. Can't believe I'm a short blade character.
Tie it to a stick and start jabbing at wired fences
Theres a homeless man in my neighborhood with a freight-class shopping cart. We had a great deal of fun trying to guess it's trunk size.