Sunday Brothers' Cabin terminals
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Terminal[edit | edit source]
Welcome to ROBCO Industries (TM) Termlink
All hail the amazing brewmaster, Juan Diego!
Brewmaster's Log: The Plan[edit | edit source]
I convinced Jesus that if we're really doing this backwoods, survival gig, we've got to go all the way. And when I say "all the way," you know I'm talking about moonshine.
On the downside, everything I read says making shine takes time, but patience doesn't exactly run in the Sunday blood. Time to find a guy who knows a guy. There's got to be a way to speed this up.
Brewmaster's Log: The Distillers[edit | edit source]
Best news all day: our cousin Carmen's got a roommate at VTU who's more than willing to take on our little distillation problem. Said she's an engineering major who can hold more than her fair share of liquor. I admire her already... and even moreso if she manages to pull this off.
Doomsday Brewmaster's Log: The Mission[edit | edit source]
They were right. Raleigh and Sam were actually right. The Reds dropped the bomb, the world's gone to shit, and believe me, people need shine now more than ever.
I had to change up the recipes a bit since Mother Nature's gone a little loopy, but they still work. But damn, this world's gone crazy. Jesus is loading up the shotguns. The stills get the wildlife all riled up, so if we want to make this, we need to protect it with everything we've got.
Doomsday Brewmaster's Log: The Results[edit | edit source]
New recipes aren't the worst. Muttberry's actually still pretty damn good. It's just the Tater Shine that makes you want to spit it out faster than you can drink it down. Hell, it serves a purpose.
Only issue now is we're running low on ammo, and this is man vs nature on a whole new level. I'm not sure how many batches we got left in us, but I'm guessing we can trade it up for some nice supplies at Harpers. I can get Brianna to put it up on the forum that old man Hayes threw together.