Ninth Season: Aprimay 5502
Our offended traders didn't leave the map quickly enough. Sullivan was out hunting rhinos when one went berserk and chased her. Fortunately, Jones had fallen asleep nearby, and was directly in the path of the plant eater. He didn't last long. Sullivan bagged the rhino, and we took Jones' 599 silver, while a hungry rabbit helped itself to some of his packaged survival meal.
It was the first day of the new year, nearly two years after we found a new beginning here, and the camp was thriving. Gustav named our blossom sheep Minia on the 1st, and our builders got to work on digging a proper quarry for more specific items. We also finally got started on providing the cave with a source of permanent lighting. Lastly, there was a wildpod that had been stubbornly wandering around our turrets for a couple seasons, and I assigned it to be tamed by Khan before it became a liability and possibly raged against us after the inevitable friendly fire.
On the 2nd, the builders got started on an ugly barracks to house new colonists until we got started on a more permanent housing solution in the caves to the south. Mushinto and Jen got into an argument over a game of poker on the 4th, and Mushinto displayed absolute class in sinking his teeth into the latter's leg.
Sullivan fell prey to a hunting disaster on the 5th. She was attacked by three boars, managing to kill one before the other two downed her. Elida straightened things out with the stupid pigs, but Sullivan was in pretty bad shape. Her worst injury was a gore wound to the left ear. Fortunately, Bolla rescued her before it was too late, but it would be awhile before our resident psychopath was fully recovered.
We harvested our first big yield from the new hydroponics garden on the 6th. Khan demanded obedience from the wildpod but the wildpod refused, and then Pablo collapsed in the kitchen due to food poisoning. Sullivan, in intense anguish over her myriad of wild pig-induced injuries, sad wandered out of camp. I was extremely concerned for her well-being, and so sent out Bolla to calm her down. Bolla did his part by criticizing Sullivan's hardiness. Unsurprisingly, this failed to settle Sullivan down.
By the 7th, visitors Grey and Calderon both went berserk, with Calderon picking a fight with Oxana in the freezer and getting beat up. We rescued Calderon and his 319 silver (in addition to four cheeseburgers that the colonists wasted little time in wolfing down). Also on the 7th, Khan successfully tamed our wildpod. Remember this moment, because it is important.
On the 8th of Aprimay, Sullivan collapsed in her food while discussing cannons and blackjack with Pablo in the kitchen. On the 9th, a wildman named Val wandered into the zone. Khan slapped Val in a show of dominance. Val accepted and has opted to join our merry band of crooks.
On the 11th, our camp was attacked by a pack of vicious man-eating raccoons. At the same time, we also had to kill a maddened megasloth (that was fortunately easily shot into paste by our turrets) and a psychic wave that rendered all of the ibex in the region insane. Val stupidly went out into the midst of this madness to hunt, and was immediately overtaken by an army of chittering, garbage stalking balls of angry fur. In the ensuing chaos, we managed to kill all of the attacking animals with minimal casualties; Val was hurt the worst, in addition Gustav found herself momentarily cornered and Maskinnen was exposed due to an ill-advised hauling mission. Bolla also sustained minor injuries while he was attempting to rescue Val. With the few raccoons that weren't dead focusing their attentions on Bolla, Sullivan got out unnoticed and managed to stabilize Val with this medical bag we had recently purchased in what had turned out to be a very smart trade deal.
Val, for his part, got out of bed on the 13th, and, deciding that our gardens constituted an ugly environment, started pigging out on food. Then on the 14th, there was a psychic ship crash. In the early hours of the 15th, I sent Pablo out alone to examine it. I knew I'd probably be sacrifing him, but I had hoped that the mechanoids within would move towards our firing line. This was ill-advised because after incapacitating Pablo, the mechs demonstrated no interest outside of protecting their crashed ship part.
We would be forced to engage the mechanoids in open fire without defenses. It was fortunate that only one of the mechs (an assaulter) had any sort of ranged capability. We stayed one step ahead of them, managing to destroy them all with very limited damage to us. In the end, only Eva was injured, and that was by a friendly fire incident.
With that out of the way, it was time to get back to the base. It was at that moment that one of our injured guests, Calderon, abruptly developed brain damage caused by wake-up addiction and slipped into an unresponsive coma.
More to come.
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Our offended traders didn't leave the map quickly enough. Sullivan was out hunting rhinos when one went berserk and chased her. Fortunately, Jones had fallen asleep nearby, and was directly in the path of the plant eater. He didn't last long. Sullivan bagged the rhino, and we took Jones' 599 silver, while a hungry rabbit helped itself to some of his packaged survival meal.
It was the first day of the new year, nearly two years after we found a new beginning here, and the camp was thriving. Gustav named our blossom sheep Minia on the 1st, and our builders got to work on digging a proper quarry for more specific items. We also finally got started on providing the cave with a source of permanent lighting. Lastly, there was a wildpod that had been stubbornly wandering around our turrets for a couple seasons, and I assigned it to be tamed by Khan before it became a liability and possibly raged against us after the inevitable friendly fire.
On the 2nd, the builders got started on an ugly barracks to house new colonists until we got started on a more permanent housing solution in the caves to the south. Mushinto and Jen got into an argument over a game of poker on the 4th, and Mushinto displayed absolute class in sinking his teeth into the latter's leg.
Sullivan fell prey to a hunting disaster on the 5th. She was attacked by three boars, managing to kill one before the other two downed her. Elida straightened things out with the stupid pigs, but Sullivan was in pretty bad shape. Her worst injury was a gore wound to the left ear. Fortunately, Bolla rescued her before it was too late, but it would be awhile before our resident psychopath was fully recovered.
We harvested our first big yield from the new hydroponics garden on the 6th. Khan demanded obedience from the wildpod but the wildpod refused, and then Pablo collapsed in the kitchen due to food poisoning. Sullivan, in intense anguish over her myriad of wild pig-induced injuries, sad wandered out of camp. I was extremely concerned for her well-being, and so sent out Bolla to calm her down. Bolla did his part by criticizing Sullivan's hardiness. Unsurprisingly, this failed to settle Sullivan down.
By the 7th, visitors Grey and Calderon both went berserk, with Calderon picking a fight with Oxana in the freezer and getting beat up. We rescued Calderon and his 319 silver (in addition to four cheeseburgers that the colonists wasted little time in wolfing down). Also on the 7th, Khan successfully tamed our wildpod. Remember this moment, because it is important.
On the 8th of Aprimay, Sullivan collapsed in her food while discussing cannons and blackjack with Pablo in the kitchen. On the 9th, a wildman named Val wandered into the zone. Khan slapped Val in a show of dominance. Val accepted and has opted to join our merry band of crooks.
On the 11th, our camp was attacked by a pack of vicious man-eating raccoons. At the same time, we also had to kill a maddened megasloth (that was fortunately easily shot into paste by our turrets) and a psychic wave that rendered all of the ibex in the region insane. Val stupidly went out into the midst of this madness to hunt, and was immediately overtaken by an army of chittering, garbage stalking balls of angry fur. In the ensuing chaos, we managed to kill all of the attacking animals with minimal casualties; Val was hurt the worst, in addition Gustav found herself momentarily cornered and Maskinnen was exposed due to an ill-advised hauling mission. Bolla also sustained minor injuries while he was attempting to rescue Val. With the few raccoons that weren't dead focusing their attentions on Bolla, Sullivan got out unnoticed and managed to stabilize Val with this medical bag we had recently purchased in what had turned out to be a very smart trade deal.
Val, for his part, got out of bed on the 13th, and, deciding that our gardens constituted an ugly environment, started pigging out on food. Then on the 14th, there was a psychic ship crash. In the early hours of the 15th, I sent Pablo out alone to examine it. I knew I'd probably be sacrifing him, but I had hoped that the mechanoids within would move towards our firing line. This was ill-advised because after incapacitating Pablo, the mechs demonstrated no interest outside of protecting their crashed ship part.
We would be forced to engage the mechanoids in open fire without defenses. It was fortunate that only one of the mechs (an assaulter) had any sort of ranged capability. We stayed one step ahead of them, managing to destroy them all with very limited damage to us. In the end, only Eva was injured, and that was by a friendly fire incident.
With that out of the way, it was time to get back to the base. It was at that moment that one of our injured guests, Calderon, abruptly developed brain damage caused by wake-up addiction and slipped into an unresponsive coma.
More to come.
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