Lots and lots of colonists. Currently:
Stars - The now 18 year old Energetic pop idol who came with a three man raid, equipped with nothing else, but a wooden shiv. Now, this then 16 year old girl, with an artistic skill of 12 and burning passion on top of it, coupled with a 8 melee and interest in it struck my eyes very quickly. Making me question many times over: "Who would take a 16 year old, whose grandest enemy as of yet was probably a bad stroke on a brush, give them a WOODEN SHIV, and send them against people with guns."
Course, I didn't have the heart to kill this lassie. So I surrounded her with three of my own melee fighters to knock her out. Two of them who were even Brawlers.
SHE. DID. NOT. GIVE. A. SHIT.
She caused a permanent scar in the torso of one of the Brawlers and none of them were able to knock her out, until the rest of the raiding party was killed. This of course flagged Stars to retreat, and subsequently be slowly beaten to the ground under the barrage of three pair of fists.
At that point there was no question that no matter what. She had to be a part of my colony.
Since then, she reached level 20 in artistic, and created a dozen or so legendary grand statues, which dot across the colony. While also accompanying in the front lines as an equally potent melee fighter.
Pyros - The 27 year old Pyromaniac Builder who was bought from pirate slavers for a pretty silver. And immediately made me question my choice of purchase when within a day he went on a pyro spree. However! This damn maniac was the single best constructor/builder at the time I needed it the most, and continues to be one with his 19 Construction and passion in it, to this day. Although poor in quite literally everything else, incapable to put out fires and unwilling to cook. His mastery at creating masterwork and legendary furniture one after the other makes me quite resounded in my decision to get him.
Plus, he will always remind me of that one time he constructed a legendary royal bed. Then before leaving the bedroom, going into a pyro spree. Setting the bed on fire.
Pyros. The builder of wonders, and subsequent destroyer of them.
Old Man Bindo / Vulture / Tomboy - A grower and semi-cook who I offered safety in the very early game. Old Man Bindo is incapable of violence. His pursuer though named later Vulture, however is both a Psychopath and has Bloodlust. In a twist of fate, and player induced comedy. Vulture has been captured and turned into the backbone of the militia with his beastly Melee and Shooting skills, while Old Man Bindo became a legendary grower and expert cook. Staying far away from each other.
Though, the weirdness doesn't end nearly that quickly. For later, Tomboy (This one was not nicknamed by me, but it was too funny to me not to keep), the 36 year old MOTHER of the 68 year old 'Old Man Bindo', was saved. Mended up. The Jealous and Pessimistic woman of course... fell in love with the 30 year old Bloodthirsty psychopath. And thusly, on the third year of the colony's settling. They were married. Probably throwing the most awkward party in the history of the colony yet.
Just imagine the atmosphere between a jealous pessimist and a psychopath. While the... "son"(?) was looking on to his uncannily young mother getting married to the man who initially wanted nothing less, but to kill him and probably wear his skin as clothes.
Mirror - The 45 year old Recruiter with amazing social skills capped currently at 14. He is a Beautiful man, which should mean that it should be easier for him to actually do his job. Joke is on him though, for whatever RNGesus exists in this game, it REALLY hates Mirror. Not only is he disfigured now by a burn scar on his left eye, a spear cut on the right eye and a gunshot wound on his neck for good measure. He was blessed with Annoying voice AND Creepy breathing.
This grizzled looking, aging man. Who through scars dotting across his visage STILL looks beautiful like a painting, walking into the prison cell. And as he walks in, he breathes like he got a golf ball stuck both in his throat and mouth, and when he speaks, he just squeaks like a misused rubber duck.
This is THE MAN, who WILL convince you. That it is the best idea to join the colony. For he is Mirror. The walking painting.
Stars - The now 18 year old Energetic pop idol who came with a three man raid, equipped with nothing else, but a wooden shiv. Now, this then 16 year old girl, with an artistic skill of 12 and burning passion on top of it, coupled with a 8 melee and interest in it struck my eyes very quickly. Making me question many times over: "Who would take a 16 year old, whose grandest enemy as of yet was probably a bad stroke on a brush, give them a WOODEN SHIV, and send them against people with guns."
Course, I didn't have the heart to kill this lassie. So I surrounded her with three of my own melee fighters to knock her out. Two of them who were even Brawlers.
SHE. DID. NOT. GIVE. A. SHIT.
She caused a permanent scar in the torso of one of the Brawlers and none of them were able to knock her out, until the rest of the raiding party was killed. This of course flagged Stars to retreat, and subsequently be slowly beaten to the ground under the barrage of three pair of fists.
At that point there was no question that no matter what. She had to be a part of my colony.
Since then, she reached level 20 in artistic, and created a dozen or so legendary grand statues, which dot across the colony. While also accompanying in the front lines as an equally potent melee fighter.
Pyros - The 27 year old Pyromaniac Builder who was bought from pirate slavers for a pretty silver. And immediately made me question my choice of purchase when within a day he went on a pyro spree. However! This damn maniac was the single best constructor/builder at the time I needed it the most, and continues to be one with his 19 Construction and passion in it, to this day. Although poor in quite literally everything else, incapable to put out fires and unwilling to cook. His mastery at creating masterwork and legendary furniture one after the other makes me quite resounded in my decision to get him.
Plus, he will always remind me of that one time he constructed a legendary royal bed. Then before leaving the bedroom, going into a pyro spree. Setting the bed on fire.
Pyros. The builder of wonders, and subsequent destroyer of them.
Old Man Bindo / Vulture / Tomboy - A grower and semi-cook who I offered safety in the very early game. Old Man Bindo is incapable of violence. His pursuer though named later Vulture, however is both a Psychopath and has Bloodlust. In a twist of fate, and player induced comedy. Vulture has been captured and turned into the backbone of the militia with his beastly Melee and Shooting skills, while Old Man Bindo became a legendary grower and expert cook. Staying far away from each other.
Though, the weirdness doesn't end nearly that quickly. For later, Tomboy (This one was not nicknamed by me, but it was too funny to me not to keep), the 36 year old MOTHER of the 68 year old 'Old Man Bindo', was saved. Mended up. The Jealous and Pessimistic woman of course... fell in love with the 30 year old Bloodthirsty psychopath. And thusly, on the third year of the colony's settling. They were married. Probably throwing the most awkward party in the history of the colony yet.
Just imagine the atmosphere between a jealous pessimist and a psychopath. While the... "son"(?) was looking on to his uncannily young mother getting married to the man who initially wanted nothing less, but to kill him and probably wear his skin as clothes.
Mirror - The 45 year old Recruiter with amazing social skills capped currently at 14. He is a Beautiful man, which should mean that it should be easier for him to actually do his job. Joke is on him though, for whatever RNGesus exists in this game, it REALLY hates Mirror. Not only is he disfigured now by a burn scar on his left eye, a spear cut on the right eye and a gunshot wound on his neck for good measure. He was blessed with Annoying voice AND Creepy breathing.
This grizzled looking, aging man. Who through scars dotting across his visage STILL looks beautiful like a painting, walking into the prison cell. And as he walks in, he breathes like he got a golf ball stuck both in his throat and mouth, and when he speaks, he just squeaks like a misused rubber duck.
This is THE MAN, who WILL convince you. That it is the best idea to join the colony. For he is Mirror. The walking painting.