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  • As of today (12/20/2021), Build 41 of Project Zomboid has been pushed to the stable branch!

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    We are still deep in the development stage of our next lore and need more time to make it as great as we possibly can for you all. We also don't want to cut short a lore that's been running for nearly a year and a half for the few players that have stuck it out with us.

    We're expecting to be finished with What We Become Part II: What Remains sometime in March, but that's not a hard date. It may be earlier, it may be later. So, stay tuned for the announcement on our next lore! If you join our Discord, you'll be notified as soon as our announcement drops.

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    Thanks for your understanding!!

Precognitive Dissonance

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Infinite darkness,
Ebbed away as light creeps in like growing ivy.
Blotches indiscernible by eye but known by mind,

Flee from an event unknown.

Fleeing from them.
Dogmen tear through my associates,
Screams for help drowned out,
By tachycardia,
By labored breaths,
By feet pounding against concrete.


Hundreds of pairs of feet,
Stomping their way toward me.
"Take your post!"
Hunter throws me forward
I look back at him,
Dazed.
Gunfire brings me back to life


Back to reality,
Concerned faces surround me.
They say my name,
Yet it is one I don't recognize.


We are one,
One entity in the form of many.
For what is to come,
We need more,
More templates,
Soldiers against Him


"Fall back!"
Are his final words.
Bram is taken by the horde,
Marlene is behind me.
Suddenly she is shot,
By him.
I run away,


Until Valley Station is only a dot in the distance,
Until I am free from that place,
Looking down on it.
Then I am given what I need,
What I deserve,
It all happened for a reason.
Reports of his death,
Humor,


Him?
My head becomes muddled again,
Valley Station has long since been abandoned.
I look up to the sky


Glowing blue.
Then clinical white,


She is in there,
Or is it I am in there?


We are in there,
Red vines overtaking,
Them.


All overtaken by the virus,
Except her.
She was the answer,
She was special.


"Katie!"
She was the reason all of it happened.
Why Marlene is dead,
Why Hunter is dead,
Why Washington Dam fell.


No,
Epsilon Station fell.
The explosion rocked the helicopter on the way out,
All I could think about was the future,


Where he wins,
The one who wants to make us deathless beasts.
Where the world is consumed in flame,


Like Fairhaven.

But how? And why?
Their memories swirled around inside me,
Reminding me of my burden.
His future must be stopped,
And I must be there to stop it.
 
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