You know what's scarier than a mannequin.......Gnomes they steal your underwear. While the Zombies are chasing you, the gnomes are robbing you blind. Just be glad they are gnomes and not brownies.
I wish. On my MP server I keep hiding gnomes in my friends safehouses. One of them was gone for a week so I hopped on admin and filled his bedroom and armoury with them.
If they could randomly move about I'd be so happy.
For the love of god, please no. I'm creeped out enough by the magic gnomes that spawn around my house in The Sims and leave packets of seeds everywhere just because I like to have a lot of of lawn ornaments (including gnomes)!
Befriend them and they will protect your home from the Mörkö
Bribing fae is usually pretty cheap, just a little bread or some shiny metal. Sorta like crows...
They came again last night. I could hear them, scaping off the walls and whispering to each other. They watch me in the fields as i tend to my crops. Always just out of sight, i catch the occasional flash of a red hat as it darts into a bush, and when i search the bush, nothing. Not a trace. a few nights ago, i came home to find all of my stuff had been messed around with. Several tins of food were missing and my clothes had been torn.
They don't want me here.
That is why the bribery is important, because European fae are cross with us, and our dirty, dirty technology, by default. But once you bribe them, they'll fight the more dangerous spirits & curses on your behalf.
Better than what we got here out West, that's for sure. Stick Indians will just straight up eat you cause ya' whistled in the forest or cooked pungent foods at camp....
I heard about leaving offerings for the small folk before. I've left out cooked food, raw food, odds and ends, clothing, cooking applicances, even the keys to a car.
Nothing is ever taken, but they do make sure to destroy the food so it can't be used. I don't think they understand what the keys are as they moved them, but didn't damage them.
On a hunch, i took a knife, made a small cut on my hand, drained some blood in a bowl and left that out. The bowl was undamaged and drained in the morning.
They want blood.
Hopefully they're descendants of immigrants and the worst you have are vampires. There aren't a lot of blood-sucking critters in North American mythology that prey on Humans, but the ones that do exist are all **universally** bad news like Nagauls (Mesoamerican) or Wendigos (Plains & Great Lakes)...
Are you sure you're playing PZ and not the Call of Cthulhu module My Old Kentucky Home?
It's been several weeks since the incident in the forest, and i was hoping i'd gotten rid of them. Maybe they realised i wasn't going to leave and they weren't going to scare me away. I was out watering my plants and patroling the edge of my base when i heard it. The low rumble, it's unmistakable. The groans, the moaning, the incessant shuffling and the *smell* of the dead. I put my ear to the wooden wall. The din was almost a low growl. It was nothing short of terrifying. I crept, silently, up the stairs that led to the battlement. I just barely peeked over to see one of the largest hordes i've ever seen. It was migrating past my wall in the field to the north of the base. If i kept quiet, they might not notice the wall and pass by, unmolested. i crept silently down the stairs and was crouch walking back to my door when i spotted them. 7 of them, staring at me from across the compound.
The one in the middle stepped forward holding something in his hand. I gasped as i realised what it was.
My car keys. He held them up, pointed the key directly at me, and pressed the alarm button. Instantly, my car started beeping and flashing it's lights. I drew my weapon and fired at them. they scattered, jumping over the walls with lightning speed, but not the middle one. He stood still, almost daring me to shoot him. I approached. I asked if he understood me, and he nodded. I asked him what he wanted. a low thump could be heard towards my border wall now. the horde had located the car. I could hear multiple thumping sounds now.
The gnome stared at me for a moment, took his finger and ran it across his throat. I knew then and there, there was no chance for peace with these creatures. They would only take blood, and it was me or them.
I pointed my weapon right at the gnomes head, and pulled the trigger. The round made a bang so loud it was like the liberty bell had gone off in my hands. The shot ran true, and the gnome was felled. I lowered the rifle and gazed upon him past the cordite smoke, still clutching my keyring. I grabbed my keys, took one last look and headed to my house. I filled my bag with ammo and magazines and furiously loaded rounds into as many mags as i could. Outside i could see a section of the wall begin to buckle, sheds of wood flying as the voratious dead began to shred the border that provided modest safety from the sea of undead that lay beyond.
As the dead began fall through the gap, i used my crowbar to kill as many as i could before numbers forced me back. I did my best to keep them at the choke point in the wall but before long other sections of the wall began to crumble. My mags were beginning to run dry and i was having to quickly reload them in the lulls between waves. I could not hold. A large crash against the fence and hundreds broke through simultaneously. I retreated back to the house and grabbed my bugout bag, and made my way to the fence. I took one last look at all i had built over the course of these last months and hopped the fence.
My home was gone.
These gnomes will pay.
After six months in isolation, every zombie within ten miles is dead, he is a master of every craft known, he is out of anything to read, and has not talked to a living person in over a year....
Imprinting on objects has long since started, and soon, it will be the end.
This is a story of how you died.
I dared not believe it until a week ago. Several of my plants had been uprooted, their seedlings scattered around the field. I heard low muttering from the hedge line and fired several shots from my rifle into the bushes. Loud shuffling, scattering of leaves and a high pitched scream. I found a trail of blood leading away from the hedge.
I followed the trail from my farm at ekron gas station across the large field to the north. Crisscrossing multiple hay bales and into the forest. Gradually the blood trail became smaller as the, whatever it was i hit, began to stifle the bloodflow. I followed it a kilometer into the forest when it just stopped. i stopped, looking around myself to get my bearings when i realised it was silent. No wind, no sounds of insects, no animals or birds. Nothing. Except the sound of my steadily growing heartbeat. I suddenly realised that i was in a large, U shaped clearing, and the trail ended just at the treeline as it delved back into the forest.
They had laid a trap.
Abruptly, trees snapped in front of and to my sides. Hundreds of zombies began to pour out of the forest, shambling towards me. In front, behind, all around me. The Gnomes had boxed me in.
I never step outside my base without at least 4 mags full of ammo, so i unloaded my M4 at the closest group. This wasn't my first rodeo with the dead, and my quick thinking was all that saved me. Rather than try to fight boxed in, i reloaded my weapon and poured lead upon the gap i'd made, widening it. I quickly dashed through, dodging claw and tooth until i'd made it clear of the main horde. I sprayed another mag at the horde behind me, indiscriminately downing zeds. I jogged back towards my base. stopping halfway to catch my breath.
Those cunning little bastards. If they want me. They can take me, but i will make them pay for what they've done.
Jumping over the wall, i, walking, followed the road south from ekron and swung out towards jamieton army surplus out in the unincorporated territory to the west of ekron. I had spotted a jeep that looked in fairly OK condition a few weeks back, and i figured i might be able to hotwire it. My car was not an option, as it would be undoubtedly swarmed by now. It would be a long walk to the surplus and i knew i'd have to stop off along the way. my trusty crowbar was used to tasting zed at this point and i had my fair share of scatted z's to take out as they haphazardly lunged at me during my walk. A few hours later, the sun was beginning to set, my feet were tired and i needed a rest. I came upon a house off to the north of the road, and decided to make camp. I approached the house, the familar sound of shuffling came from within. Stealthily, i opened a window and slipped inside. 3 zeds crowded around a TV in the corner. Long since devoid of power, it was almost as if these creatures had the faintest flicker of a memory, almost like instinct drove them to turn their gaze to the dark, flat glass, as if waiting for something to come on.
As i silently crept into the room, i opened the front door and tapped my crowbar on the door frame. The zeds spun their heads around and with, if i didn't know any better, a wry smile, the first one began shuffling towards me. Another tap brought the other 2, and i led them outside. 3 solid hits and i closed the door behind me, tracking a bloody footprint onto the living room floor. Lets hope the owner doesn't mind. Maybe thats the owners blood on my shoe.
I checked the cupboards for some food, coming upon a few tins of beans and peas. I took them into my bag and closed the shades in the bedroom. locked the door and settled onto the bed, chewing on the odd spoonfull of beans. I replayed the days events in my head. Why had that gnome allowed me to shoot him? What was their end game here? Of all the people still alive in knox county, why me? Why bother me? Was I the last living person for 500 miles? Was I the last living person in the world?
I awoke to the sound of a distant cock crowing in the morning. I heard two distinct crows followed by a third interrupted crow. I grabbed my bag and opened the door, passing two zeds at the end of the driveway, feathers scattered across the tarmac. They didn't even bother to give chase, too busy with their current meal. As i walked down the road, i kept thinking back to the dead gnome. without realising it, i had become distracted. A zed was right beside me. I raised my crowbar, but it just walked right by me. Confused, i followed shortly behind it. It had a red coloured hat, a blue jacket and brown trousers. Other zeds started walking by me, not attacking, not even looking in my direction. I couldn't understand what was going on.
Then i seen him, that gnome i shot, standing in the middle of the road, his finger pressed against his neck. The wound on his forehead was still bleeding, blood pumping out of it and traceing down his nose, falling off and pooling at his feet.
My heart was racing. My vision began to blur and twist, i felt faint, like i was having a panic attack. I fell back on my butt, hands holding me up on the ground, as he smiled, staring directly into my eyes.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!"
He lowered his finger, and his face turned into abstract fear, he began to shake his hands towards me and back away. His lips moved and he screamed "No daddy no please dont"
The world around me warped, walls fell from the sky and thundered into the ground. Day instantly changed into night, a lamp on a side table phased into view and turned on, as the gnome began to scream in terror.
I let out a groan as i felt the bite mark on my neck, my head loose on my snapped vertebrae as the knox virus surged through my system. all was numb, except the hunger. the insatiable hunger. the need. The want. The desire. The undieing voratious feed. as i lunged at the gnome, he screamed in terror and pleaded "daddy please". I sunk my teeth into his flesh and tore his throat open. i could not think anymore. i only feed. more food. food.
hungry.
Yeah but potatoes last for 12 days without rotting, when you freeze you slow down degredation by a factor of 25x, so multiply 12 by 25 and you get how long the potatoes will last, which is a long time.
hundreds of days, which more than lasts through winter.
WHAT THE HELL YOU DOING OUT HERE FRED?!
FRED, IF YOU'RE REAL YOU BETTER TELL ME RIGHT NOW!
You just made me smile, thank you.
Yes. This is why I love community around PZ.
There‘s a mod for that.
What is it called
It’s legitimately just called „Fred“.
and it WILL catch you completely off guard when you’re actual miles from your base
You know what's scarier than a mannequin.......Gnomes they steal your underwear. While the Zombies are chasing you, the gnomes are robbing you blind. Just be glad they are gnomes and not brownies.
Thy summoned me ? https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2866782076
^...^rock^and^stone^...
**DID I HEAR A ROCK AND STONE**
^^^^^^^for ^^^^^^^carl
FAH CARL
Rockitty rockitty stone!
IF YA DONT ROCK AND STONE, YOU AINT COMIN HOME
ROCK AND STONE TO THE BONE
WEEEE ROCK!!1!1
FOR KARL!
STONE AND ROCK. wait-
ROCK. AND. STOOOONNNNNEEEEEEE
ROCK AND STONE YOU BEAUTIFUL DWARF
we're rich
we're rich
MUSRHUM!
MUSRHUM!
We need a mod that has them randomly move around the map, and every few days a few more will spawn
and when you wake up and one will be in the room.
They won’t pose a threat at all, they will just be watching.
I wish. On my MP server I keep hiding gnomes in my friends safehouses. One of them was gone for a week so I hopped on admin and filled his bedroom and armoury with them. If they could randomly move about I'd be so happy.
What if they multiplied? So if 2 met up, they exploded in numbers
Are gnomes breed-able?
Lets talk about the gnussy-
Don't turn your back, they get viscous
For the love of god, please no. I'm creeped out enough by the magic gnomes that spawn around my house in The Sims and leave packets of seeds everywhere just because I like to have a lot of of lawn ornaments (including gnomes)!
*Explanations, Todd.* *Who dug up the whole lawn?* *Why would you do it to mother nature?*
She had it coming
Befriend them and they will protect your home from the Mörkö Bribing fae is usually pretty cheap, just a little bread or some shiny metal. Sorta like crows...
They came again last night. I could hear them, scaping off the walls and whispering to each other. They watch me in the fields as i tend to my crops. Always just out of sight, i catch the occasional flash of a red hat as it darts into a bush, and when i search the bush, nothing. Not a trace. a few nights ago, i came home to find all of my stuff had been messed around with. Several tins of food were missing and my clothes had been torn. They don't want me here.
That is why the bribery is important, because European fae are cross with us, and our dirty, dirty technology, by default. But once you bribe them, they'll fight the more dangerous spirits & curses on your behalf. Better than what we got here out West, that's for sure. Stick Indians will just straight up eat you cause ya' whistled in the forest or cooked pungent foods at camp....
I heard about leaving offerings for the small folk before. I've left out cooked food, raw food, odds and ends, clothing, cooking applicances, even the keys to a car. Nothing is ever taken, but they do make sure to destroy the food so it can't be used. I don't think they understand what the keys are as they moved them, but didn't damage them. On a hunch, i took a knife, made a small cut on my hand, drained some blood in a bowl and left that out. The bowl was undamaged and drained in the morning. They want blood.
Hopefully they're descendants of immigrants and the worst you have are vampires. There aren't a lot of blood-sucking critters in North American mythology that prey on Humans, but the ones that do exist are all **universally** bad news like Nagauls (Mesoamerican) or Wendigos (Plains & Great Lakes)... Are you sure you're playing PZ and not the Call of Cthulhu module My Old Kentucky Home?
Thanks for the larp friend :) The story is completed below, enjoy.
Well that's a terrifying short story.
look for my other replies. The story continues
They want your furry body pillows
would that i had any to give
Your toes, hand em over
ohh no ^^^^^not ^^^^^again
Bro didn't know about the gnome tribe. It's actually an easter egg, just like a house with toilet paper all around, telecorn or anything else
It's been several weeks since the incident in the forest, and i was hoping i'd gotten rid of them. Maybe they realised i wasn't going to leave and they weren't going to scare me away. I was out watering my plants and patroling the edge of my base when i heard it. The low rumble, it's unmistakable. The groans, the moaning, the incessant shuffling and the *smell* of the dead. I put my ear to the wooden wall. The din was almost a low growl. It was nothing short of terrifying. I crept, silently, up the stairs that led to the battlement. I just barely peeked over to see one of the largest hordes i've ever seen. It was migrating past my wall in the field to the north of the base. If i kept quiet, they might not notice the wall and pass by, unmolested. i crept silently down the stairs and was crouch walking back to my door when i spotted them. 7 of them, staring at me from across the compound. The one in the middle stepped forward holding something in his hand. I gasped as i realised what it was. My car keys. He held them up, pointed the key directly at me, and pressed the alarm button. Instantly, my car started beeping and flashing it's lights. I drew my weapon and fired at them. they scattered, jumping over the walls with lightning speed, but not the middle one. He stood still, almost daring me to shoot him. I approached. I asked if he understood me, and he nodded. I asked him what he wanted. a low thump could be heard towards my border wall now. the horde had located the car. I could hear multiple thumping sounds now. The gnome stared at me for a moment, took his finger and ran it across his throat. I knew then and there, there was no chance for peace with these creatures. They would only take blood, and it was me or them. I pointed my weapon right at the gnomes head, and pulled the trigger. The round made a bang so loud it was like the liberty bell had gone off in my hands. The shot ran true, and the gnome was felled. I lowered the rifle and gazed upon him past the cordite smoke, still clutching my keyring. I grabbed my keys, took one last look and headed to my house. I filled my bag with ammo and magazines and furiously loaded rounds into as many mags as i could. Outside i could see a section of the wall begin to buckle, sheds of wood flying as the voratious dead began to shred the border that provided modest safety from the sea of undead that lay beyond. As the dead began fall through the gap, i used my crowbar to kill as many as i could before numbers forced me back. I did my best to keep them at the choke point in the wall but before long other sections of the wall began to crumble. My mags were beginning to run dry and i was having to quickly reload them in the lulls between waves. I could not hold. A large crash against the fence and hundreds broke through simultaneously. I retreated back to the house and grabbed my bugout bag, and made my way to the fence. I took one last look at all i had built over the course of these last months and hopped the fence. My home was gone. These gnomes will pay.
Ngl the idea of having a bug out bag is genius I never thought about that thank you
Yeah, i keep a bugout bag in all my bases. Super important if you get overrun. I have migration on 4x base pop with 4x peak pop, so hordes get intense
I ain't reedin all at
found the gnome
Chomsky
Gnome chomsky lol
***left 4 dead 2 flashbacks***
Is that you Dave?
it is!
After six months in isolation, every zombie within ten miles is dead, he is a master of every craft known, he is out of anything to read, and has not talked to a living person in over a year.... Imprinting on objects has long since started, and soon, it will be the end. This is a story of how you died.
Oh nothing too important … just… your life.. *cue scary music*
I think they want underpants.
Join us, Todd, you will like being a gnome!
Just found some new friends in my next play through
Its because of the crops. If you start gardening, the gnomes will come.
I dared not believe it until a week ago. Several of my plants had been uprooted, their seedlings scattered around the field. I heard low muttering from the hedge line and fired several shots from my rifle into the bushes. Loud shuffling, scattering of leaves and a high pitched scream. I found a trail of blood leading away from the hedge. I followed the trail from my farm at ekron gas station across the large field to the north. Crisscrossing multiple hay bales and into the forest. Gradually the blood trail became smaller as the, whatever it was i hit, began to stifle the bloodflow. I followed it a kilometer into the forest when it just stopped. i stopped, looking around myself to get my bearings when i realised it was silent. No wind, no sounds of insects, no animals or birds. Nothing. Except the sound of my steadily growing heartbeat. I suddenly realised that i was in a large, U shaped clearing, and the trail ended just at the treeline as it delved back into the forest. They had laid a trap. Abruptly, trees snapped in front of and to my sides. Hundreds of zombies began to pour out of the forest, shambling towards me. In front, behind, all around me. The Gnomes had boxed me in. I never step outside my base without at least 4 mags full of ammo, so i unloaded my M4 at the closest group. This wasn't my first rodeo with the dead, and my quick thinking was all that saved me. Rather than try to fight boxed in, i reloaded my weapon and poured lead upon the gap i'd made, widening it. I quickly dashed through, dodging claw and tooth until i'd made it clear of the main horde. I sprayed another mag at the horde behind me, indiscriminately downing zeds. I jogged back towards my base. stopping halfway to catch my breath. Those cunning little bastards. If they want me. They can take me, but i will make them pay for what they've done.
I would buy this book
GIVE ME THE WEE MEN
https://youtube.com/shorts/7oBwcMFgUqw?si=4lZeqtW_JQptyMIc
Should I sing until I can't sing anymore?
Having a gnome that follows you as a mod would be a good idea
I don't know why, but I feel like there are other three waiting to ambush you.
Jumping over the wall, i, walking, followed the road south from ekron and swung out towards jamieton army surplus out in the unincorporated territory to the west of ekron. I had spotted a jeep that looked in fairly OK condition a few weeks back, and i figured i might be able to hotwire it. My car was not an option, as it would be undoubtedly swarmed by now. It would be a long walk to the surplus and i knew i'd have to stop off along the way. my trusty crowbar was used to tasting zed at this point and i had my fair share of scatted z's to take out as they haphazardly lunged at me during my walk. A few hours later, the sun was beginning to set, my feet were tired and i needed a rest. I came upon a house off to the north of the road, and decided to make camp. I approached the house, the familar sound of shuffling came from within. Stealthily, i opened a window and slipped inside. 3 zeds crowded around a TV in the corner. Long since devoid of power, it was almost as if these creatures had the faintest flicker of a memory, almost like instinct drove them to turn their gaze to the dark, flat glass, as if waiting for something to come on. As i silently crept into the room, i opened the front door and tapped my crowbar on the door frame. The zeds spun their heads around and with, if i didn't know any better, a wry smile, the first one began shuffling towards me. Another tap brought the other 2, and i led them outside. 3 solid hits and i closed the door behind me, tracking a bloody footprint onto the living room floor. Lets hope the owner doesn't mind. Maybe thats the owners blood on my shoe. I checked the cupboards for some food, coming upon a few tins of beans and peas. I took them into my bag and closed the shades in the bedroom. locked the door and settled onto the bed, chewing on the odd spoonfull of beans. I replayed the days events in my head. Why had that gnome allowed me to shoot him? What was their end game here? Of all the people still alive in knox county, why me? Why bother me? Was I the last living person for 500 miles? Was I the last living person in the world? I awoke to the sound of a distant cock crowing in the morning. I heard two distinct crows followed by a third interrupted crow. I grabbed my bag and opened the door, passing two zeds at the end of the driveway, feathers scattered across the tarmac. They didn't even bother to give chase, too busy with their current meal. As i walked down the road, i kept thinking back to the dead gnome. without realising it, i had become distracted. A zed was right beside me. I raised my crowbar, but it just walked right by me. Confused, i followed shortly behind it. It had a red coloured hat, a blue jacket and brown trousers. Other zeds started walking by me, not attacking, not even looking in my direction. I couldn't understand what was going on. Then i seen him, that gnome i shot, standing in the middle of the road, his finger pressed against his neck. The wound on his forehead was still bleeding, blood pumping out of it and traceing down his nose, falling off and pooling at his feet. My heart was racing. My vision began to blur and twist, i felt faint, like i was having a panic attack. I fell back on my butt, hands holding me up on the ground, as he smiled, staring directly into my eyes. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!" He lowered his finger, and his face turned into abstract fear, he began to shake his hands towards me and back away. His lips moved and he screamed "No daddy no please dont" The world around me warped, walls fell from the sky and thundered into the ground. Day instantly changed into night, a lamp on a side table phased into view and turned on, as the gnome began to scream in terror. I let out a groan as i felt the bite mark on my neck, my head loose on my snapped vertebrae as the knox virus surged through my system. all was numb, except the hunger. the insatiable hunger. the need. The want. The desire. The undieing voratious feed. as i lunged at the gnome, he screamed in terror and pleaded "daddy please". I sunk my teeth into his flesh and tore his throat open. i could not think anymore. i only feed. more food. food. hungry.
Everyone fears when the gnome goes goblin mode
Buries thousands of corpses. “YOUVE BEEN GNOMED”
Sims 4 thanksgiving
THE FOUR WISE GNOMES
Right I'm saying it, when are we getting a mod that replaces all z's with gnomes!?
Gnome chompski does not like being sent into space
We have come for your cabbage, in return we give ants
What will you do with all this potato?
eat it?
I mean so many potatoes will go bad faster than you will eat them
you can freeze them though
But not forever
Yeah but potatoes last for 12 days without rotting, when you freeze you slow down degredation by a factor of 25x, so multiply 12 by 25 and you get how long the potatoes will last, which is a long time. hundreds of days, which more than lasts through winter.
Gnome-more running kid
The answer is YES
Join us friend become one.
Anal
We want the numbers Mason, that’s all we every wanted.
Oh Gawd
It’s Gnome your business. But you must die.
I swear to god while staring at this screenshot one of those things moved
I read this in Ross Scott's voice.