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#1
In the same vein as 'ScenPart_ForcedTrait' and 'ScenPart_ForcedHediff' (the way one forces a trait or health condition for all characters / player starting characters / non-player characters), I'd like ScenPart_ForcedGender, to be able to select the gender of a given group of pawns.

Should hopefully be pretty simple?
#2
http://rimworldwiki.com/wiki/Room_stats#Impressiveness

As is, room impressiveness is heavily weighted towards the lowest of the four factors (wealth, beauty, space, impressiveness). In effect this makes Sterile floors almost mandatory for creating an impressive room. I'd like a mod that removes cleanliness from the second term, so that cleanliness is only ever weighted at 1/8th, rather than usually at 5/8ths.

I think this would make a wide variety of tiles more useful for rec rooms / bedrooms. Sterile floors are fine in the hospital, but I want to carpet my pawn's bedrooms, not turn everything white. :)

Current:
100[(Wm + Bm + Sm + Cm)/4 + min(Wm, Bm, Sm, Cm)]/2

Modded:
100[(Wm + Bm + Sm + Cm)/4 + min(Wm, Bm, Sm)]/2
#3
Stories / Tales from the Rim
July 12, 2016, 08:00:52 PM
It's a pleasant spring day. The birds are chirping, and crops are growing, and in the midst of it all sits Sparkles, the Psychopathic Volatile Brawler. She's watching the five other colonists go about their work while she carves a statue out of a granite block.

Suddenly, the raid alarm goes off. Scrambling madly, everyone dashes for the security room to gather their gear. All except Sparkles - she stands up and dusts herself off, a twinkle in her eye, and ambles off away from the colony, into the hills. One of the other colonists shouts at her, asking where she's going, but she just flicks on her personal shield and salutes. He shakes her head and runs. A few minutes later, she's out around a hill.

In the distance the sounds of battle erupt, sizzles and screams as five colonists in power armor unload their plasma rifles into a horde of pirates, the booming retort of a rocket launcher and barking assault rifles. Sparkles ducks into a crevasse and waits.

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Picture the scene.

Two pirates - grizzled veterans, survivors of many a raid, both of them with scars and plunder aplenty. One holds an assault rifle casually across his chest, armor vest and wicked grin. The other carries a plasma rifle - a little younger, a little braver, he has a suit of power armor more patch than original metal, loot from the last ship they downed. Facing them, a young woman in homespun cotton jacket and worn devilstrand pants. She's carrying a knife.

The pirates brought automatic high tech weaponry. Sparkles brought a knife. Poor pirates.