The Tribulation of Existentialism (AKA Psycho colony!)

[Quasarrgames]

Got back into rimworld after a long time. Played a tundra on challenge. Got three psychopaths. Decided to make a first-person story about them. Hope you find it entertaining!

Ty, day 1:
Well, it would appear, from our rather gratuitous entry into this frigid bioshpere, and the fact that my escape pod was decoupled from the mothership, which then rudely disintegrated, that, i am, in fact, stranded in this tundra. I am not alone, as two other escape pods ambivalently touched down beside me, and opened up to reveal two humans. We promptly ambled about for a bit, and then decided that, since we were, for all intensive purposes, freezing, we would set out to find shelter in an oddly mysterious building nearby. Jolly good.

Nurro, day 1:
6.
i will tell you this story.
so, i crash-landed along with two other individuals, and we decided to take shelter in a nearby building. I rolled a 3, so i volunteered to open it.
1.
when i opened it, i somehow had a feeling that the place was dangerous. i don't know why, i just did. also, there were four cryptosleep caskets arranged inside the building, each one with an angry person clutching a powerful gun inside. What a great place to settle down and build a colony!
5.
We speedily built some heaters and a wind turbine, which fluctuated its power output erratically for absolutely no reason whatsoever. we then doored the place off. it wasn't very warm, but at least we had a shelter.

Nick, day 3:
Things were mostly uneventful after we got the initial colony up and running. However, we realised that we only had enough food for 7 days on hand. We were going to have to make more food somehow. So, we built a research bench and ty started researching hydroponics, while i started to work on a greenhouse. i also started to build a tiny torture room for prisoners. i do hope i get to use it! also, we decided to name our colony existentialism, on account of , as ty would put it, our profound meaning cumventing the complication of this existent nonexisting positively destitute (but still oddly warm and inviting) isolation.
Now, let me ask you something, what is pain? Sure, it's nerves' reaction to distress. However, why is it interpereted as so... bad? i don't understand it. I don't know about you, but i never liked feeling bad. thus, i just make everything good! I've made pain into a good thing, i don't understand why everyone else doesn't. Consequently, i also make everything else int a good thing. family murdered? it feels nice. that's why i mudered them myself. economically destitute? ooh what a feeling! i collapsed the economy myself twice so i could feel it! is everyday a suffer so great that you wish you were dead? i could get used to this! I did! it ws great!

Ty, day 4:
oh dear.

It would appear that we have a raider on the horizon. His name is doc (although i lowly doubt that he is a registered physician(not that it would make a difference, regarding that he is an enemy(and posesses a rather menacing club(with which i have a feeling he will try to bash our brains in with(although i am not entirely certain of this(and would prefer to murder him and take his club than talk to him about it))))))).

anyways, we started construction of sandbags and a turret, to defend ourselves. It turned out, however, that this was not needed, as the raider, by a freak coincidence, was bashed, on the head, by a rather, if i do say so myself, beefy tribal, wielding another menacing club. They must have had a disagreement. I dare say that i think nick will be a little disappointed. i think he was hoping to take a club or two in the face, (you know how he enjoys that type of thing).

Nurro, day 4:
4.
I will not tell you about what happened today.

Oh, you want to know why i roll a dice to decide things?
3.
People say it's what we do that defines us, not our intentions. I want to be a person who is purely defined, with no added fluff. I want to simply be, and not to have to question it myself. I have a feeling that would get me nowhere. Thus, i roll a dice to decide what i do, without thinking about it. Of course, given my luck, it's led to me murdering more people than i could possibly count, both in person, and by baiting a fleet of mechanoids into destroying a major planet with over 20 billion people on it.
7.
those were good times.

Nick, day 7:
i feel very hungry. and cold. he snow keeps falling, the greenhouse isn't even close to complete, ty still hasn't finished researching hydroponics and we've run out of food.

I FEEL SO GREAT RIGHT NOW! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTy, day 8:
i killed the prisoner. I plan to make a coat out of his skin, eat his flesh, and cut out his intestines to use as condoms (apparently people used to do that way back when, so hey, why not try it myself?)

However, in order to butcher him i need a butchering table, in order to tailor his skin i need a tailoring bench, and in order to sculpt his intestines i need a low-yield nuclear device. I could probably do all these without these attributions, but i positively insist on having them first, for organization and whatnot.

also, i think nurro may have lost his die in the snow. Hee hee, that's funny, "die". hee hee.

Nurro, day 7:

CHAOS COLLAPSING NO ORDER EV ERYTHING I WORKED FOR BUILT UP AGAIN ITS ALL GONE PEARLOOPGRAVYTYSHAPED NODECISION NOJUDGEMENT GOODPEOPLE DOBAD THINGSINTENTIONDOESMATTER AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALISLOSTANDREMADELOSINGCONSCIOUSNESSMUSTSLEEP SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP...

Nick, day 8:

WOW! I'VE NEVER FELT THIS GOOD! THIS IS GREAT! I FEEL SOOOOOOOOOOOODEAD! HOLY CRUD IS THIS ECSTATIC! WOW! IM IN EUPHORIA! OH LOOK AT THAT RED LIGHT BELOW ME ITS SO PRETTY!








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[Dante King]

Dear god.....these people are REALLY F***ED UP