Ok, though i can agree that the Charger is not an optimal choice, that T1 Bully is not really such a perfect choice either. Though it might be quieter in maybe not few situations, you buy that with the lack of power. When you NEED to get out of a spot qiuck, the Charger will do the job fast, while the bus will struggle longer to get up to speed. Also, if you ever need to move an obstacle urgently and can do so despite possibly causing at least cosmetic and maybe more damage to your car, the Charger is again the waaaay better choice....
Thought, i'm really curious if the dev is outright mocking us with the car at this point, or if the MC has reached an new level of stupid...
I mean come on, u have a perfect car as alternative directly infront of ur eyes, an VW bus, with bed, a lot of storage room, roof rack and even a complete camping set...not to mention the car has half the gas consumption and is quiter.
There was no time pressure, the car was used not too long ago, had gas, the battery should have been charged and the very likely owner u have found too, so the key shouldn't be a problem either...and there is not even a single thought about switching cars from the MC, we just drain the tank
The other problem is that the VW Bus is a european car, and even with its popularity in the US in the past, spare parts will pretty surely be harder to come by.
Last but not least, and i am aware of the irony: MC knows his car, with all the flaws and weakspots, even if (or maybe even more so when) he is not a experienced mechanic, he would take an unknown risk by switching to a car (an antique one even) with to him unknown weaknesses, weaknesses that the experienced owner might know how to fix or work around easily. You do not want to need to get away quickly with a car not starting because of a thing that can be fixed unbeknowns to you just in seconds.
That scene with the cannibals was 'nice', fits the generally darker theme of the game quite nice. I just didn't like how it seems MC is supposed (as suggested by the WT) to lie to Carol about what he thinks what they talked about ... its pretty obvious and in a situation like they are in it would be generally safer to assume the worst and be wary ... within reason of course, so the 'maybe' answer would make more sense.
Also, wasn't it a topic already to be open and honest to each other, MC not trying to 'shield' the girls too much because they need to be ready and aware?
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Anyhow, i took a break after that scene and it somehow stuck in my mind in a way ... dunno, can't explain. A rhyme formed, about the possibility of how what has been said can be understood differently. Didn't let me rest so i started writing it down ... and it grew, and though i am not really good at writing and certainly have no expertiese in rhyming or so, ill give you that:
(i know its a mess, i tried to keep it vague to make it fit the scene and speculation about it)
A boy (or pig?) named Caleb
There was once a boy named Caleb who lived on a farm,
'Till the day the (not-so)dead turned on the living,
To scratch'n'bite and do them some harm.
That day the world seemed ending
Death and murder be seen all around
Caleb feared for those he loved,
So he stepped up and stood his ground.
He was a big boy, strong, sometimes a bit daft.
Not too tall, not small, neither lean nor obese,
On his peaceful farm, fighting he hadn't known.
Yet he faught brave and his victories came with ease.
Headbutting his foes and kicking them down,
In these troubled times instincts just kicked in.
When the family needed to move, the truck bed would be his home,
Enjoying the breeze you didn't hear of anything bothering him.
But one day the road would be blocked, an ambush ending their roam.
Quickly knocked out on the truck bed, he was still snoring,
He and his loved ones ended up beaten and bound.
One after another taken away, Caleb still hoping,
But even when they came for him no way to beat them he found.
Taken, hung above a hot fire, tied to a stake,
His eyes wandered over scattered bones, clothes and things he recognized.
He saw his family in remains and pieces, his mind ready to disintegrate
When one of his captors stept close for Caleb to be a last time terrorized
Laughing: "C'mon, squeal for me littl piggy. Squeal!"
Got an apple stuffed in his mouth, despite all struggle
Caleb knew well: The end of the world is nigh, for the monsters, are real!
And the moral: monsters always walked unbeknownst amongst us, just waiting to toggle!
