Focus mostly on the barricading and not so much on the video uploading!
oh god I miss Germany. Which part are you in?

As for the dude, you might have to cannibalize him if you run out of your German Alkohol and Schokolade :P
But if you don't want to do that, send him out in the world to get more of that Zombie Bier!

New guy might be a zombie insurgent.

If it's someone you know (and care for):
Tie him up, drink his beer, throw butter at him for thirty minutes or so.

If it's someone you don't know and/or don't care for:
Shoot him, then drink his beer.

Wait! What's step 3?! Those damn gnomes!

1. Don't open doors when someone rings the bell.
2. Don't open doors when someone knocks.
3. Don't open doors when someone kicks.
4. Don't open doors when someone screams outside.
5. Don't open doors when someone beg to do so.
6. Don't open doors to anybody, even your friends or hot chicks.
7. Watch TV or play some GOG (volume on max) to not hear dying people outside.
8. Don't try to mate with zombies as someone else suggested. He's propably a zombie in disguise.
9. Have a cake and enjoy the Apocalypse.
P.S. If this really is Apocalypse try to have as much fun as possible. It's propably the end for everyone so no reason to try, struggle and be stressed out.

We were trying to upload the last video for the day, but youtube crapped out and never decided to convert the video. So, no video, but rest assured that we are well barricaded in, the watch shifts have been assigned and the survivor (who is known by the name "Beelzebub") has been tied up and locked in. We decided against throwing butter at him - mainly because we have no butter. However we did drink his beer and, just for good measure, hurled a mattress in his general direction.

We'll report back in tomorrow... I hope.

EDIT: Oh, and we're in Herne. Close to Bochum, Gelsenkirchen, somewhat close to Cologne.

Well, two out of three ain't bad, as they say.

Get as much food as you can, renewable sources are good. Bows or crossbows and lots of arrows, a katana or two is possible, for defense. Head north or south, where ever the cold is in your part of the world, and find somewhere to hide out till it blows over.

#1 – Cardio
#2 – The Double Tap
#3 – Beware of Bathrooms

I can hear them outside. The mindless hordes, shambling, moaning, devouring, buying Ubisoft products... we will bring this to an end. Tonight, on Halloween, the undead will return to their graves.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OxycqMQPzPU

Wish us luck and you will be entered to win one of the Left 4 Dead 2 keys.

hahahaha that's awesome! Good luck!!!

I already own Left 4 Dead 2 so I withdraw myself from entering, but thanks! And good luck to everyone else!


And although Herne is about 5 hours from where I was, it still looks pretty cool.
Maybe I'll have to visit when I start backpacking around Europe :D

Good luck, and godspeed! Don't forget to play a little football (soccer) with a zombie's head at some point ;)

Cover yourself completely, and with hard material. You don't want any pesky teeth to go digging into you.

I want to make one thing clear: I survived.
I know there might be some confusion as to how the events panned out. Allow me to enlighten you.

Chaoskilla got to his sniping position (exact location withheld for tactical reasons) and covered our asses. Clansman and I drew our weapons, and screaming our warcries, led the attack. During all of this Sakura was holed up in our safehouse (once again, location withheld for tactical reasons). While Clansman and I fought like madmen, ignoring the Zombies' moans, screams and occasional shout of "Stop hitting me with that blunt saber, you nitwit!". Alas... there were too many. We had to yield ground again and yet again, the undead hordes pushing us back until we were close to Chaoskilla's sniper nest when we spotted yet another problem with our plan: Chaoskilla is the worst sniper in the world. He abandoned his post when he saw Beelzebub, the survivor that stumbled into our fort, haul in more beer. Still, we grabbed the rifle. Clansman held on to it.
AND that's where we found the second problem with our plan. There was a short rest in it for us (while the Zombies are numerous and tireless, we had the speed advantage) and I quickly did in a bush what bears do in the woods, handing Clansman my saber to hold while I was answering nature's call. It was only a second when it struck me: Clansman now has all our weapons. I turned around, and sure enough: The Zombies had caught up with us. Whiel I was somewhat inconvenienced Clansman fought like a lion, but succumbed just when I had my trousers back up and my saber at the ready. Roaring like a wild bull, I charged into the fray to avenge my fallen brother in arms. Cutting and severing, slicing and stabbing, one after the other fell. My blade worked until the morning, when the whole Zombie horde was broken and there was not a single Zombie left. Sheathing my blades, I recounted the events of the night to myself and praised the lord that there was no way Zombies could ever learn to impersonate a human they had devoured, using electronics and the remnants of their intellect to spread false tales of victory over their doubtlessly superior kind to the other humans.

So, Cheese and Gorgoroth, since no one else entered, you win by default. Please give me your e-mail addresses, home address, brain size and a list of times when you are most likely to be found in deep sleep (the kind during which it would be easiest for a shambling mound of rotten flesh that has miraculously learned to use a PC to devour you and spread the plague brains brains brains).

PS: Brains.

That was so brains.

Wait, if Germany's fallen to the horde, that means that Poland can't be far behind!

GoG Staff! Arm yourselves before it's too late!