Hello guys!
Rimworld has been in my sights for a long, long time - and since I finally got it on Christmas, I just can't stop playing. Obviously, I decided to try myself in writing some sort of an After Action Report for my colony (at least the one that survived some time without a spontaneous collapse after a few days) - and here we go!
I'm playing the Crashlanded scenario, with a bunch of mods (I'm a Kerbal Space Program player, we cannot live with stock game).
EDIT: Oh, and a few technical notes: I picked Cassandra as the storyteller. Game is on medium difficulty, I toyed a bit with planet settings to make it a dry world with high temperature differences. So far I played ~3 years, dunno if I'm going to go for the starship ending or some personal goal... We'll see.
Nobody knows what happened. Maybe it was a meteor storm. Maybe one solar flare too many managed to burn through last layers of shield plating and fried some crucial piece of equipment. Maybe some other, unfathomable reason. What is known, however, is that Berenice, an interstellar cryoship en route to the Valbar system, suffered a critical malfunction that doomed her fate.
Faced imminent life support failure, the ships navicomputer made one final burn, setting course for the nearest habitable planet. Emergency rescue system has been activated, waking the passengers up and transferring their cryopods into reinforced dropships.
A fiery rain shone on the blue skies, as Berenice disintegrated, torn to shreds upon reentry.
PERSONAL LOG #001 [T+0]
ID: FALISA
My. Fucking. God.
No, this doesn't sound right. Get yourself together.
Berenice is gone. Or at least, that's what I assume - I awoke in my cryopod already on the ground, head spinning and system refusing to accept the awakening.
Around me two other pods landed, their cascets blown away by impact. Luckily, emergency survival packs were in place as well. I need to go through their contents once more - but it should be enough to sustain us for the time being.
And above all else, Milo is alright. We didn't sign up for the same mission only to see one of us die off before we even reach Tever Ett. Well, it seems we won't reach Tever anyway, after all. But at least we're still together. That's a lot.
I decided to begin this audolog as a sort of chronicle. To keep record of events to come - and, hopefully, to serve as memoir once we get out of this planet. No idea how long will this last - but at least this way, we can leave our mark here. One way or another.
Amelia Falis, signing off.
COLONY LOG #002 [T+1]
ID: PERRY
Amelia decided it'd be a good thing to turn this log into a combined effort. Something about sharing perspectives and getting a broader picture, which we can use it to our benefit. Can't hurt, I guess. It's not that this recording takes a long to make, anyway.
We used some of emergency supplies to build a temporary shelter. A tin roof and some wooden walls to keep the rain out. Luckily, there's a whole mountain to use just south to the landing zone, so there's plenty of space to set up camp. Plus, there's a river flowing into a cave just nearby, which makes for a good place to wash and do stuff.
Honestly, I feel much better sleeping next to a stone wall, instead of those two inchest of steel separating me from the void of space. Reminds me of my old home. Sort of.
Anyway, the plan for now is simple; dig in, set up a temporary camp, gather supplies and look for the nearest civilized place to contact the Union from.
Welp, no point in flapping gums now. Better get down to work. At least the rock here is mostly limestone, makes for an easy material to work with.
Rimworld has been in my sights for a long, long time - and since I finally got it on Christmas, I just can't stop playing. Obviously, I decided to try myself in writing some sort of an After Action Report for my colony (at least the one that survived some time without a spontaneous collapse after a few days) - and here we go!
I'm playing the Crashlanded scenario, with a bunch of mods (I'm a Kerbal Space Program player, we cannot live with stock game).
EDIT: Oh, and a few technical notes: I picked Cassandra as the storyteller. Game is on medium difficulty, I toyed a bit with planet settings to make it a dry world with high temperature differences. So far I played ~3 years, dunno if I'm going to go for the starship ending or some personal goal... We'll see.
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Crashlanded
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Crashlanded
Nobody knows what happened. Maybe it was a meteor storm. Maybe one solar flare too many managed to burn through last layers of shield plating and fried some crucial piece of equipment. Maybe some other, unfathomable reason. What is known, however, is that Berenice, an interstellar cryoship en route to the Valbar system, suffered a critical malfunction that doomed her fate.
Faced imminent life support failure, the ships navicomputer made one final burn, setting course for the nearest habitable planet. Emergency rescue system has been activated, waking the passengers up and transferring their cryopods into reinforced dropships.
A fiery rain shone on the blue skies, as Berenice disintegrated, torn to shreds upon reentry.
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PERSONAL LOG #001 [T+0]
ID: FALISA
My. Fucking. God.
No, this doesn't sound right. Get yourself together.
Berenice is gone. Or at least, that's what I assume - I awoke in my cryopod already on the ground, head spinning and system refusing to accept the awakening.
Around me two other pods landed, their cascets blown away by impact. Luckily, emergency survival packs were in place as well. I need to go through their contents once more - but it should be enough to sustain us for the time being.
And above all else, Milo is alright. We didn't sign up for the same mission only to see one of us die off before we even reach Tever Ett. Well, it seems we won't reach Tever anyway, after all. But at least we're still together. That's a lot.
I decided to begin this audolog as a sort of chronicle. To keep record of events to come - and, hopefully, to serve as memoir once we get out of this planet. No idea how long will this last - but at least this way, we can leave our mark here. One way or another.
Amelia Falis, signing off.
COLONY LOG #002 [T+1]
ID: PERRY
Amelia decided it'd be a good thing to turn this log into a combined effort. Something about sharing perspectives and getting a broader picture, which we can use it to our benefit. Can't hurt, I guess. It's not that this recording takes a long to make, anyway.
We used some of emergency supplies to build a temporary shelter. A tin roof and some wooden walls to keep the rain out. Luckily, there's a whole mountain to use just south to the landing zone, so there's plenty of space to set up camp. Plus, there's a river flowing into a cave just nearby, which makes for a good place to wash and do stuff.
Honestly, I feel much better sleeping next to a stone wall, instead of those two inchest of steel separating me from the void of space. Reminds me of my old home. Sort of.
Anyway, the plan for now is simple; dig in, set up a temporary camp, gather supplies and look for the nearest civilized place to contact the Union from.
Welp, no point in flapping gums now. Better get down to work. At least the rock here is mostly limestone, makes for an easy material to work with.