A Tribal Story That Might Be Entertaining

[Cheetah266]

Hi all, been playing rimworld for about two years now and though I would start a tribal colony. Hopefully, you find it entertaining. It will be on Randy Random Rough (Because I want it to last more than a few days) and will mostly be in a log format. But first a little bit of backstory.

Prologue

He was out hunting when it happened. The latest victim had just fallen, an arrow in it's brain, but as he was swinging the body over his shoulder he heard the clanking of metal. He had only heard it once before. The clanking that had almost destroyed everything he had worked so hard for. And the clanking was louder this time, and more numerous as if it was surrounding him.

Throwing himself into the undergrowth he buried his face in the dirt. Hoping against hope it was just a bad dream, just something that he wake up from. But he knew that was not true. His terrified brain started working, trying to think of a way to avoid this situation. The more he worked, the more he realised that he could not save the village, not this time. Sampson's village was going to be destroyed and yet he would have to run. Away from the smoke that was already billowing from the farms 100 feet away.

Pushing himself up onto his feet he checked his surroundings. The little pemmican he carried would not last him long. Until he remembered the small mining outpost they had set up on the other side of the village, where they mined the rich silver, jade and steel deposits. It was almost dry and manned by a skeleton crew, but it would be enough. He had to get their.

He was thirty feet away when 4 people burst out of the stone hut they had built. He was in luck. A perfect quadrant stood before him. Tom a constructor, Thea a cook and skilled grower, and two miners, Blu and Yeti the former strong in crafting and the latter a skilled trader and brawler.

'What in Shuguth's name is going on Sampson!' yelled Yeti as he charged towards the village, jade knife in hand. Sampson grabbed him by the arm and renched him back. Yeti struggled, arms flailing as he tried to save the place where he had once lived. It was useless though. The wooden outer walls were up in flames, he heard faint yelling, the martial ordering the militia to create a spear wall. It would not be enough. He turned Yeti's face and said in a slow voice, cracking slightly with emotion. 'It's no good Yeti. The village is gone, and we need to go know too. Come with me and we'll find somewhere else. You have supplies yes?'

The other three ran out with the items and hoisted them onto their backs and their muffalo. Without turning back to look at the pile of ashes that was once their village, they ran out at a slow jog, away from their old life and into the unknown.

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All building destroyed came the unnatural voice, that could only be described as a blunt knife scraping across stone. The creature tilted the blade in it's hand and looked up. One error. Tribespeople still live and we most destroy all.. The other machines immediately looked towards the east, opposite towards where they came from. We start here. Our master will have vengeance.

To be continued...

[ManHuntingSquirrel]

And it never continued...