The History of the Regulators Part III

I’ve been highlighting the Regulators and it’s most important members this week. There have been a number of groups that shaped Lahaina after the fracture, but there’s no doubt that the Regulators have had a bigger impact than most. I’ve discussed the transportation obsessed Esther Hele, and the alarming queen of food safety Betsy KauKau. Today, I’ll cover the last and most well received co-founder of the group, Dan Kukulu, or as he’s better known, Dan The Building Man.

Little to nothing is known about Dan’s upbringing and early years. The first mention of Dan in any of the old documents is when he was first appointed as a building inspectors in Lahaina. Dan took to his post just a year before the municipal veil building was constructed. He served the county of Maui for a while, but eventually left to work for Veilcorp.

Dan excelled in his new role, and was soon the head of maintenance at the facility. Fate had different plans for Dan however, and just a few months into his new job the fracture happened. To the astonishment of the surrounding Kānaka, Dan walked away from the building seemingly unharmed days later, and began his work immediately.

Although people were falling victim to biohazards and toxic fumes all around him Dan seemed fine. His survival coupled with his quiet demeanor, and aversion to physical contact made fellow survivors nervous at first. Their worries were soon quashed when Dan began to inspect buildings in the area and started repairs.

It was not unusual in those first few years after the collapse to wake up and find new handrails, or a repaired access ramp outside of your building. He never asked for help, but would accept it silently and graciously. When people would inquire, the normally quiet Dan would respond that the fracture wouldn’t have happened if the proper codes were followed. He couldn’t undo the accident, but he could ensure that everyone had a safe and accessible place to live now. He saw it as his job to make sure that the old construction safeguards were upheld, so the future could be rebuilt to commonly accepted standards.

Dan’s tireless work and aloofness had a big impact on the Kānaka in particular. They began to whisper that Dan wasn’t human but a spirit of the land. They claimed that he never slept and could travel great distances through the air at night. They made lists of things such as: clearly marked exits, termite barriers, clear roof drains, and properly installed cladding systems that pleased The Building Man. Dan loved detailed maintenance logs above all else, and presenting a set to him was a sure way to keep him working in your village.

Dan hated inaccurate blueprints and rooms without proper egress above all else. The Kānaka devised complex ceremonies to ensure that Dan would grant them building permits. These ceremonies could last for days and involve multiple villages. The rituals surrounding grandfathering a surviving structure were especially elaborate.

It wasn’t long before The Building Man started attracting followers, but unlike his fellow Regulators he never seemed interested in leading a large group. If he felt that his work crew had become too large to be efficient, he would send them ahead to scout and start repairs in new areas. Many of the remaining structures in Lahaina are standing because of Dan’s work. It’s hard to estimate how many people he helped that first year, but they numbered in the hundreds at least.

However helpful some found Dan, he was not without his critics. The Building Man considered every structure on the island his domain. He did not wait for permission to inspect your dwelling. It was his job. He would make what repairs and alterations he deemed necessary without regard for the people inside. It was not unusual to be awoken in the night from the sound of Dan altering the size of your doorway to meet code or other adjustments. Worse still, if he found your structure uninhabitable he would demolish it without regard for the occupants inside. If he was met with resistance Dan could be a terrible opponent indeed.

It was this disregard for the wishes of a structure’s occupants, and heedless renovation that eventually drove Dan from Lahaina. He attempted to install emergency lighting with a small crew of followers inside a building that turned out to be a Tapper stronghold. A fight between the groups soon broke out. According to the stories, the battle was so large that almost all of Front street was covered in Tapper fog. For hours the sounds of screams and nailguns mixed with taps and explosions. The battle moved North into the old preserve and Dan was never seen in Lahaina again.

There are rumors that Dan survived his battle with the Tappers and simply relocated to Kapalua to work in peace around the golf course. The Kānaka claim that he was so troubled by the Tapper’s aggression that he traveled to another island to continue his work. Whatever the truth, there is no doubt that Lahaina is a better place because of Dan’s work.

Lono Hahai and the Lahaina Wolves

There are a bunch of animals on the island that aren’t native to the land. The first people brought some of them here on purpose like pigs, dogs, and chickens. Some like rats, were accidentally dropped off here by explorers. Still others like the mongoose, were brought in because people thought they could kill other animals that were eating too many crops, or destroying the forest. But the wolves fit into a special category of their own.

For many years, hunting the deer on the island was a popular pastime. Hunters from all over would come to the island to bring down a trophy buck. It wasn’t long before a number of hunting lodges and ranches sprang up. The biggest and best-known by far was the Hahai Ranch. If you wanted to hunt anything on Maui, your best bet was to hire a guide from Hahai.

There were a lot of good hunters and a few great ones at the ranch, but the best by far was the owner’s daughter Lono. Even though she was still a teenager, Lono seemed much older and was wise in the ways of the forest. She could track any animal and seemed to be able to tell what the boar or deer would do before they did. She soon became the most sought out hunting guide at the ranch, but Lono had very strict rules and ideas about how to hunt.

She never used guns when she went hunting and refused to guide anyone who did. After a while she even started to refuse bow hunts, insisting that using a spear was the best way to truly appreciate the primal nature of hunting. If it hadn’t been for a chance encounter with a wolf expert during a trip, Lono might only be remembered as a great guide.

The young woman became obsessed with how wolves took down their prey and the plight of pups orphaned by nuisance hunts. She turned part of the ranch into a wolf sanctuary, and 3 years after taking in her first pup, Lono began hunting with them. Soon she opened the hunts up to the public and the waiting list to go with one of the packs became huge. Hand-raised by the young woman and trained to hunt in combination with guests, the wolves made the ranch and Lono famous.

Armed only with a spear, knife, or club, hunters would join a pack, led by Lono, for up to 3 days. The wolves would track game, and run it until it was exhausted. When Lono was sure the target animal was tired and careless enough, she would have the pack steer the prey towards guests who lay in ambush.

Eventually, the hunts got more and more elaborate with technical upgrades. Each of the wolves were fitted with Ceremplants so hunters could see their quarry through the pack’s eyes, and Lono could better communicate with the wolves during the hunt. An entire pack was upgraded with bioluminescent fur for special night hunts. Nobody knows what Lono had planned next for her pack because the great accident happened.

One of the first places the people on the hill checked after the fracture was the ranch. They were hoping to find other survivors, food, or weapons but they didn’t find much. The entire ranch had been cleaned out by the time they arrived, and fresh graves had been dug in the back. Almost nothing remained but one half-starved wolf buried in the rubble. The beast snarled at first, but seemed to understand that the people meant no harm and let them help. Once free, the wolf let out a howl and ran into the forest. Almost a week later the survivors started to find deer left outside of the village.

Nobody saw who was leaving them, and at first, some people thought it was a trick. It wasn’t long until hunger beat out their caution, and they started eating the venison. For a little over a year, the people on the hill would find a deer left at the gate every week. They began to hear wolves howl during the night and while they were hunting, but nobody ever saw one. Everyone thought that the wolf they saved was just thanking them in the way he had been trained, then the mutants came, and they learned the truth.

One night scouts ran through the gates followed by a group of those monsters. Soon the village was surrounded. People fought as hard as they could, but back then the wall wasn’t very high so the mutants just climbed over it. All night long the people fought but it was no use, there were too many of them. Almost everyone was killed and the survivors barricaded themselves inside the school. They knew it was just a matter of time before the monsters found a way in. Everyone had lost hope, and they were sure they’d be eaten. Then, just as the sun was coming up one of the remaining guards looked out the window and saw a woman standing by the gate with a deer thrown over her shoulders. It was Lono!

She dropped the deer, threw her head back, and let out a howl. From every direction, wolves howled back. From inside the school the people watched as streaks of fur slammed into the mutants, knocking them to the ground and tearing them apart. A few of the monsters tried to run but they weren’t fast enough to escape the fury of Lono’s spear and her pack.

It was then that the people knew that it was Lono leaving the deer to thank them for saving one of her wolves. She must have thought they were even after that because the deer stopped being delivered. It’s been a long time since that day and there are a lot more wolves on the island now, but nobody ever saw Lono again. I like to think that she’s still running with her pack somewhere on the island protecting people from mutants, but who knows. The only thing that’s certain is that there’d be no wolves on the island if it wasn’t for my hero, Lono Hahai.

Akamai Mahelona
5th Grade
Pu`u School Lahaina

Lahaina Ancestor Exhibit Misses the Mark

For weeks I’d been hearing about how wonderful the ancestors exhibit was at the museum so I decided to finally check it out for myself. I moved to Lahaina over 4 years ago and have completely embraced the way of life and culture. I’ve never lived someplace that felt so perfect before. I couldn’t wait to see the artifacts and learn more about my adopted people. To put it bluntly, what I found inside was horrifying. Instead of uplifting a proud and ecologically responsible culture, I was exposed to a hit job of the grossest kind.

First, let me address the elephant in the room. Let’s talk about the shark teeth. They are tied, wedged, and jammed into a majority of the “artifacts”. Did I mention that most of the artifacts are really weapons? There are shark teeth clubs, daggers, and things that I don’t even know what they are. I was surprised that the gratuitous amount of teeth didn’t spill over into other parts of the museum. I fully expected to find shark-toothed pens or bookmarks in the gift shop.

I’m not saying that these items might not have been occasionally used in the past, just that this dental damnation of the Hawaiian people was offensive. I’m not sure why we as a community would support this sort of thing.

I had heard that tiki idols were used at one time to revere ancestors but that was before pens and paper. It’s hardly the Hawaiian people’s fault that they used these grotesques at one point before they had the technology to write down, “Grandpa Joe is a really great guy!”

Hula skirts were nowhere to be seen except the gift shop. Are we really to believe that the early explorers brought dance and clothing to Hawaii? The same held true for leis. I guess the islanders couldn’t string a bunch of flowers together either until the big boats showed up.

After a few minutes of looking around at this Polynesian minstrel show, my hands began to shake with anger and I had to leave. I thought about what I’d seen all day and decided that I should warn everyone thinking of going to the exhibit and to help the “experts” at the museum with their next “celebration of Hawaiian culture and history.” Here it goes.

Real Hawaiians don’t drink out of hollowed-out pineapples and coconuts. Pineapples aren’t even indigenous to the islands. We enjoy our adult beverages in glasses with LED lighting like everyone else. We don’t put on flip-flops and walk down to the beach to play our ukuleles. We wear rubbah slippers and listen to the house band at the resort. I’d never wear a shirt that combined flowers with cars or animals. True Hawaiian shirts have flowers, various plants, and maybe surfboards. That’s it. Anything else is cultural appropriation. Our free time is not spent watching the spam sculpture competition at the fair. We eat musubi and spicy spam sushi rolls.

The Hawaii I’ve come to know and love is about beautiful beaches, the bounty of nature, and buffets. When we have a problem we go down to the local beach bar, watch the surfers, and talk it out over chi-chi’s. We don’t rip open bellies with the tooth-encrusted handguards on our bone punch-daggers when we have a disagreement. I’m no historian but I think we as a people, and certainly our children, deserve better than what is on display now. Let’s forget the past and work together to frame a better narrative moving forward.

How Technology Created To Help the Blind Can Pick the Perfect Pizza

Back in 2025 Vereserum made big waves in the news with the announcement of their Ceremplant chip. Developed by their injectables division, the small chip was designed to offer hope to millions of people worldwide suffering from severe visual impairments. The device worked by taking in visual information through tiny connections directly from the eye, or through a kind of “nose antenna” in some cases, and processing that information directly into the visual centers of the brain. Better yet, the Ceremplant was piezoelectrically powered by the vibration of the tiny bones in the human ear and natural body movements. Once it was implanted it never needed to be removed for a battery change.

The Ceremplant represented a huge step forward in a number of technologies and was fast tracked through FDA testing. Initial results were amazing. Its size and method of implantation meant that it could be installed in a doctor’s office by a trained professional, eliminating more costly and dangerous medical procedures. Virtually all subjects regained at least some visual capabilities with most getting back full 20/20 vision.

Vereserum’s invention was a huge medical breakthrough but it was ironically undone by yet another medical breakthrough, personalized DNA medicine. Companies like Reparre Biologics had been hard at work perfecting new stem-cell therapy techniques and had just finished their own FDA trials. Their advances made the Ceremplant obsolete before it was ever through testing. The stem-cell medicine was cheaper, safer, and more effective for around 90% of patients.

While there were still thousands suffering from cortical visual impairment (CVI) who could be helped by the injectable technology, its future was not going to be as widespread as Vereserum hoped, and the company all but discontinued research and development. The future of the technology seemed bleak until a few years ago when the body modification and bio-hacking community started showing interest. Now it seems that the implant’s future is brighter than ever, even if some say that future is a frivolous one.

Veresrum opened the code to their 1st generation Ceremplant soon after cutting off funding, and that’s when the bio-hackers started to experiment with the technology. Within a few months members of the community had created a Ceremplant that offered a real-time overlay of your surroundings with street addresses. Soon after, someone added a business review feature. Then a social app popped up, and the ball kept rolling. A full software suite now exist for the Ceremplant including a rudimentary facial recognition program, image editing software, messaging services, and chess. All of this created by passionate enthusiasts who keep coming up with new features and uses everyday.

The buzz is so big in fact, that Vereserum has announced plans to restart their own program again, even if some inside the company seem less than thrilled with what their technology has become.

“At one time the Ceremplant represented hope for millions. A visually disabled person could have their life forever changed in a half hour thanks to
our technology. Now our implant is associated with wifi-broadcasting-gauged ears, and implanted LED horns. People are using it to have pizza delivered in 30 minutes or less. While I’m impressed with some of the innovations, and glad that the chips are being used again, I wish they weren’t being squandered on such inconsequential matters,” says Vereserum CTO Ryan Mandal.

Not everyone thinks pizza acquisition is a meaningless pursuit however. Local bio-hacker Ano Lee has created what he calls “the most advance pizza procurement system known to man” using a Ceremplant. Ano’s system monitors brain activity and targets toppings and crust options that receive the most attention and places an order automatically. “One of the biggest problems with ordering pizza is trying to decide what you want on it. My Perfect Pizza program takes all the guess work out of it and places the order for you.”

Using the implants to identify injured people and transmit medical or financial records are almost certain according to enthusiasts. They think it may be possible to record memories one day, and even play them back. Ano and many others say that the future of the technology is almost limitless. “I believe that you could even store all the memories and biological information about a person in a Ceremplant one day. Just think, everything that makes you, you, would be on something the size of a grain of rice. If you can think it you can do it with one of these,” he says.

We should cut the ziplines and our losses

Like many of you I was indifferent to the idea of running ziplines from the radio tower to key spots downtown. On one hand I thought it would reduce the number of lost ecotourists wandering through the neighborhood, on the other hand there were a bunch of meetings that my wife insisted we attend. I consider my time valuable so I was not looking forward to the meetings but figured that the nut who railed against the tower because it would increase swearing would show up and I’d get a laugh. But I’m not laughing now. After everything I’ve been through and seen, I’m beginning to think that the wacko had it right all along. The zipline experiment has failed and we need to take them down before it’s too late.

Like the local weirdo, my first concern is with language. I’m the kind of guy who tries really hard not to care about anything. Getting worked up about issues that you can’t change yourself is a drain. I try not to get too excited about things, but the amount of flying f*$ks given off by these zipliners is astounding. I would estimate that a f-bomb is dropped within earshot of my home every 15 minutes. I have impressionable children. If they are going to be exposed to that kind of language I want it to be from me, not some stranger flying through the sky above their home like a foul-mouthed Santa.

Next we have the safety issues. The company running the lines clearly doesn’t care about safety. From what I can tell, customers are often drunk when using their service. The lines have been up less than a month and we’ve already had 2 instances of people getting stuck. If I’m working on the car while trying to listen to the game, the last thing I need is a screaming tourist stuck 40 feet above my house. It’s not just terrified tourists going down the lines either. I’ve seen coolers, pets, and even a baby strapped into a car seat go flying through the air. At any given time the sky above my neighborhood looks like a cross between a Vegas acrobat show and a swap meet.

Even with all of those problems I thought I could abide the daily idiot air show. There was an incident last week that changed my mind however. I can tolerate bottles and wrappers falling like a filthy rain but not what landed on my car on my way home.

I am the proud owner of a Mustang Shelby GT350. Her name is Ivy. I love her. With 526 hp, 429 lb-ft of torque, and custom green paint, Ivy sets me apart from other men. I love my kids. I really do, but they aren’t remarkable in any way so far. They do alright in school but just alright. I’m probably going to have to pay for their college without any help from scholarships. Neither one is especially athletic or good looking so a job as a Manimal spokesperson is out the window. No, they’re just your run-of-the-mill ordinary kids and I’m OK with that. Ivy is different. When you have a car like that people know that you’re the kind of guy who’s willing to put time into something. Maintaining a car as special as Ivy this close to the ocean is hard work. All kids need is access to food and an occasional hug. Ivy is special and I’m very protective of her.

I was driving home along my normal route, being careful to avoid any debris in the road, just like I always do, when I noticed a zipliner coming my way. I could hear her screams over Ivy’s purr and her face was frozen in terror. Then I watched something drop and arc my way in the wind. I couldn’t figure out what it was at first. It hit the windshield and my mind scrambled to come up with a scenario that wasn’t so horrific, but I had to accept what just happened. The tourist was so scared that she lost control of her bodily functions, and now it was all over Ivy. By the time I got home my finger was numb from pressing the washer fluid button. It took 2 hours of meticulous washing and waxing before Ivy was no longer befouled but I’m not sure she’ll ever be clean again. I double bagged and threw away her wipers.

I want to believe that I’ll be able to look at her one day and not relive the incident, but it’s just too hard right now. I can’t unring that bell. She’s sat covered in the garage all week. I’ve been taking the bus to work. As long as those lines are still up I can’t chance it. Let’s take them down now before others have to feel the pain of having a stranger literally shit all over the thing they hold most dear.

Concerned Citizen,
Scott Stonegate

Tony “Half-Barrel” Kahale Breaks Record, Claims Manimal Title Again

Tony “Half-Barrel” Kahale barreled over the competition at the world-famous Manimal drinking contest on Monday, setting a new record. Kahale drank a little over 2 gallons of the popular sports drink in 5 minutes during the competition, earning him the coveted Red Bottle. His closest competitor managed only about half that amount.

This is the 8th time Manimal has hosted the annual competition and the 6th straight time Tony has taken home the title. Kahale broke his own volume record this year by gulping down 2 gallons, 3 fl oz. of “Radical Red” in 5 minutes and kept the fluid down the requisite 10 minute holding period. “Tony’s maid will be ringing out red mops for a week after this win,” said a contest official. “His achievements speak for themselves. Half-Barrel doesn’t just look and live like a Manimal, he is one! It is our profound honor to award him with the Red Bottle again this year. He brings the sport of competitive drinking to a level not seen or recorded before in human history.”

Still, the competition remains a controversial one. A number of health and safety officials continue to be very vocal critics of the contest, pointing out the near-fatal outcome in 2022. 7-years-ago 3 contestants were hospitalized suffering from acute water intoxication and caffeine poisoning. The outcry from the medical community was loud and immediate. With the fate of the competition hanging in the balance, the public was asked if human life was worth a title invented by a sports drink company and a novelty-sized plastic bottle. According to Manimal officials, the answer was a resounding, “Indeed yes!”

“Unlike eating contests, the establishment media has always reported on speed drinkers with derision. However, history tells us that the ability to quickly drink a large amount of liquid has been held in high regard by a number of cultures. From countless nomadic tribes to the great Norse Jarl’s and the Roman aristocracy, gulpers were considered special. The turnout here proves that many of us feel the same today,” says a company spokesperson.

“We understand some of our detractor’s concerns and have implemented common-sense safety protocols. We now make all contestants sign a liability waiver that explains all the potential risks, enforce a strict time limit, and have introduced a 10 minute ‘holding period’ after the drinking phase of the competition. We trust that this holding period will keep contestants from ingesting an unhealthy amount of fluids. It is our belief that these athletes know what’s best for their bodies and the possibility of erupting like a human volcano in front of an audience will discourage them from pushing these limits too far,” he added.

Struggling to hold his award above his head, a somewhat bloated and obviously pained Kahale addressed the crowd, “This was my best year yet. My camp was terrific and I’d like to thank everyone who made this possible. Most of all I’d like to thank my fans. This giant bottle would mean nothing without you. I’d like to dedicate this year’s win to everyone who was ever told they couldn’t make it, that their dreams would never come true. I know what that feels like. Luckily I was born with an unusually elastic stomach and an unquenchable thirst for excellence. Some people don’t think that speed-drinking is a worthwhile goal, but I take this bottle and hydration, fucking seriously!”

Before exiting the stage he added, “I’ve only been drinking professionally for 6 years so I’m very proud of the titles I’ve won so far. I’d like to thank Manimal for allowing me to unlock my potential. I feel like we have a long and thirsty journey ahead of us. With your support, I will continue to power through the cups and competition. Give me a glass big enough and a table on which to place it, and I shall drink the world!”

DEV

Version 0.1.2219: Server Travel, Map Improvements, and the Return of the Drone

Aloha Thrivers!

We’ve made many gameplay improvements with the help of the first two waves of Kickstarter backers and testers.

We’ve finished Veil travel! With the system in place, players will eventually be able to travel to other servers and alternate versions of Maui soon. It opens the door for us to create different biomes to explore, like deserts or even frigid versions of Lahaina, as well as other customized worlds down the road.

There are significant improvements to the map, making it more useful for players with the urge to explore and anyone looking for their body or bed. We’ve added an autorun button, completely reworked how jumping works, and revamped the “knocked down” state, so players on the brink of death get one last chance to be revived.

There have been many UI improvements, including all new key bindings making crafting and turning in quests easier. Talents have brand new icons, and we’ve added tooltips to vendors and the party screen.

Playing Fractured Veil has never been more player-friendly, and everyone’s favorite eye-in-the-sky is back patrolling Maui for anything that catches its lens. After some time in the shop, the Drone is back patrolling the skies of Lahaina!

Here’s a look at everything we’ve added to the game.

Veil Travel

We implemented our Veil travel system, so players will be able to use the technology that destroyed civilization soon. It will eventually allow players to travel to different servers to explore other versions of Maui with different biomes, creatures, buildings, or virtually anything else you can imagine. This is a huge step forward for getting the next wave of Kickstarter backers in the game.

Map Update

Recently, the map got a lot of love: It looks better, and we updated the radar and compass features. We added a bed filter that can be toggled on or off, perfect for every weary thriver looking for a place to lay their head, and made improvements to make it easier to use.

UI Update

There have been a ton of UI improvements to make gameplay easier. We want our players fighting to survive the deadly wilds, not wrestling with a screen.

Double-clicking an item in the crafting menu will now queue it up for being crafted. There are new keybindings for auto-run “=” and turning in quests “K.” We made sure that the item wheel and Hotbar now show the correct keybindings, and you can unbind keys by right-clicking on them.

We added new icons to all the talent trees that help explain what each Talent does. Choosing abilities from Builder, Survivor, Hunter, or Support roles has never been easier. We also fixed bugs that were keeping skills from leveling up properly.

Gameplay Improvements

We adjusted how the “bleeding” condition works. If you are already bleeding when you get hit with a piercing or slashing attack, your bleed rate will increase depending on your current blood stat. So watch out for a group of Butchers! To help balance things out, bandages now restore 750 to your blood stat.

We improved how jumping works, including new jumping animations and adjustments to landing speeds. Players also can no longer break their legs from falling in safe zones. Limping animations were fixed, and players’ death messages should correspond to their actual cause of death.

We changed what happens to players when they are also on the brink of death. Players on that familiar red-tinted screen now have a better chance of getting back up. If you receive a fatal hit that does not deal more than 25% of your total health, you will enter the “knocked-down” state. Entering this state gives a small bonus to health and a 30-second window to be revived. Just enough time if you’re traveling with someone quick with a medkit.

Misc Improvements

  • Adjusted the totem spear’s reload animation
  • Improve Banyan tree procedural foliage positioning angle
  • Setup vendors and teammate icons with updated data for tooltips
  • RPG Quest Tasks no longer automatically turn themselves in when they are complete
  • Added subtle lighting to the Thorcon Bank to help it stand out
  • Disabled crouching/proning while wearing a leg splint

Return of the Drone

The Drone is back by popular demand and a lot of hard work from the team! Lahaina’s eye-in-the-sky is patrolling the island 24/7 again and will soon begin live streaming everything that catches its attention.

Bug Fixes

  • Fixed the barter skill tracking the number of things bought instead of the amount of rai spent
  • Fixed stamina drain modifiers not working
  • Fixed attachment loading for player-spawned containers
  • Fixed construction upgrade and repair skills not applying properly
  • Fixed AI health and thrown weapon damages not being set to their desired values
  • Fixed the recycling skill being inverted
  • Fixed the player limping animation no longer playing
  • Fixed scrap pick icon
  • Fixed auto-run not working if the client wasn’t the active window
  • Fixed reconnecting players not receiving replication of their previously existing dead body if it was in a safe zone
  • Fixed death messages not being displayed in the editor
  • Fixed the drowning death message not being displayed correctly
  • Fixed the AI’s ranged projectiles not causing the correct death message to be displayed
  • Fixed the HUD not always displaying the correct item count of acquired resources
  • Fixed double-clicking a craftable item on the crafting bench not placing the item in the bench’s inventory
  • Fixed items not being able to be picked up in certain locations if they were dropped from a container’s inventory
  • Fixed escape and backspace not functioning in the map UI
  • Fixed the stamina efficiency stat getting truncated and ignored at higher levels
  • Fixed the bleed status effect not being displayed on the UI
  • Fixed a bug where players could directly interact with the invisible containers that were spawned by the smelter and other instanced storage items
  • Fixed spamming the jump key occasionally causing the player to stop sprinting even if they continued to hold their sprint key bind
  • Fixed the Scrap Pick sticking into objects with its handle when thrown
  • Fixed the Scrap Pick not being visible in the air after being thrown
  • Fixed players not being able to make a totem in a PvE zone after recycling an old one
  • Fixed elevators not working
  • Fixed the bed filter not showing up on the filter UI
  • Fixed spawned containers respawning at server startup
  • Fixed the hud’s knockdown timer not relating to the player’s remaining lifespan
  • Fixed players temporarily disappearing while playing the knockdown animation
  • Fixed being able to turn in incomplete quests
  • Fixed the crouching functionality, checking if the player was able to prone
  • Fixed rebinding keys not causing the player’s item slots to update their keybind text
  • Fixed encumbered players moving faster than expected
  • Fixed veil machine taking all the money and rai in the slot
  • Fixed being able to veil travel while crafting is in progress
  • Fixed foliage not being fully replicated after leaving and returning to an area
  • Fixed pressing “Y” while knocked down not causing the player to be placed into the respawn screen
  • Fixed knocked down players not taking damage from other players

 

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