In order to get this trophy you must craft 5,000 items. You can also use this trick for the Benjamin Franklin and Henry Ford trophies which is awarded when you have crafted 500 and 1,500 items respectively. It will not take you long to craft 50 Wood Spikes. The easiest way is to find a grassland area that has plenty of trees and cut them down so you can craft Wood Spikes that cost 4 wood. You must craft 50 items to get this trophy. Remember that if you are doing a quest that involves looting you can loot what needs to be looted before you start the mission and again when you begin the mission as the loot will respawn. You can either get them in note form when looting or you take them from the Trader NPC. There are two ways in which you can get quests in 7 Days to Die. These include why you should loot everything you come across and why it is important to save ammunition.Ĭlick here to find out why it is advised that you should take your Bedroll with you when you go looting in dangerous areas.Ĭlick here to find out why you should loot everything you can in 7 Days to Die even if it appears to be useless junk.Īmmunition is not easy to come by in 7 Days to Die and should be used sparingly, find out why by clicking here.Ĭlick here to find out about a duplicaton trick that will enable you to get multiples of any item in the game. Later that night we counted over 97 little scabbed and red pin holes on her tiny 8 pound body.We have several tips which you will find helpful as you strive to stay alive in 7 Days to Die. Baby girl was sedated and an IV needle was drilled into her shin bone. Daddy was escorted out to a private waiting area to cool off. He threatened - "one more stick and I'll stick that needle up all of your asses!" Needless to say. equipment now flying around the tiny room. He grabbed a Doc by the collar of his shirt and jacked him up against the wall. in the blink of an eye he lost all control. Silently Jim stood by my side holding me, then. my heart breaking as those emotionless bastards continued to inflict more pain on our baby. we felt as if we were horrible people, somehow to blame for this nightmare of events. As parents our job is to protect our children from harm.
sticking her over and over trying to start an IV- our daughter cried and violently shook screaming til no more air could escape her tiny sick lungs. Once, as those uniformed bullies surrounded her tiny hospital crib. His hatred for those white coated Doctors ran very deep. I will never forget the day my husband stood in the hallway ranting to me that he would not allow them to trach her. the ugly blue and steel tube that now graced my daughters neck instead of a string of pearls or lace collar. the endless toe sticks and scraping for precious blood to run yet another test because her veins could not tolerate any more needles. wrapped in wires and stickers as she lay bare in her little clear box.that damn little box that reminded every second that I could not hold her. tubes in her nose providing the food I so longed to be able to feed her. the screech of a machine as our child would stop breathing. Monotonous clicking and beeping of monitors. Sterile equipment, sterile stuffy hospital air, medical staff in their drab sterile scrubs, dim lighting, dark rooms painted such a horrid shade of emingly missing all that in my mind was good and pure. Memories of my daughter's birth and the months that followed were surrounded by the sights, sounds and pungent odors of a hospital NICU. was it all just an illusion? Would I wake up tomorrow and it would be gone, over. Where were the sugar plum fairies and pink cotton candy clouds? Who took the buttons and bows and frilly fancy dresses my babe was to be wearing that clean sweet baby powdered scent of a baby that I should be inhaling. I hated everyone and everything around me. nothing else mattered except that little tiny child who had progressively became sicker and sicker. anger and resentment took over my heart and soul. trapped in this God Forsaken darkness.ĭays rolled into one another like waves crashing onto the shore. Outside, the sun was shining, birds chirped, children laughed and swam and enjoyed summer to it's fullest, but for me.
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