My current colony has given me a few good moments already, and it's only coming up to it's 3rd year.
For starters, for the first couple of seasons my colony was, by pure chance, entirely female. Then, a man shows up. It's a 65 year old asthmatic gay man. It took nearly 2 years for another male colonist to join, and they are still the only men in what is now an 11 person colony. But that pales in comparison to the combination of events that we've gone through.
First we had what can only be described as some sort of apocalypse, with a combination Toxic Fallout (lasted nearly half the first year), Eclipse (lasted at least 2-3 days) and Dry Thunderstorm all at once, followed by a Mechanoid raid whilst the fallout continued. Had to snipe them from doorways for 2 days till we finally got them all. Just as my colony is starting to go a little stir crazy from being cooped up for so long, a manhunter pack arrived. A manhunting pack of... Elephants...
I cackle, thinking that they will shortly go the same way every other animal on the map has gone, and die off soon enough. And then the fallout ends. Leaving me with jobs in desperate need of doing outside, and a bunch of angry elephants waiting outside the door. Elephants are hard to kill...
As I tidy up the blood and corpses we have a trade caravan. Thank fuck, we need supplies. And oh look, another one. Wait, aren't your two factions enemies? The trade caravans then proceeded to have a pitched battle outside my base, with me happily picking up the loot dropped by both sides. One particular greatbow got looted from the fight, sold to a group of travellers who had also picked now to say hello, then sold to the surviving trade caravan after they rampaged over the travelling group.
Then we had the typical day to day things that make Rimworld great over summer. People having mental breaks and stripping in the freezer, casual prisoner abuse, injured baby pet cougars. You know, the usual.
Then, around early autumn, the sky darkens. It's a volcanic winter. I start prepping, shearing the muffalo and stockpiling food. Fall turns to winter, and then a cold snap happens. I'm in a temperate forest. It's supposed to average maybe 5C over winter. It's -30C outside... Luckily my main hunter is wearing a muffalo wool parka, and is accompanied by a polar bear and a grizzly bear, both weathering the cold easily. That's when the pack arrives. Wargs. About 20 of them. They tear up the turrets as my colonists bar the doors. Having survived one apocalypse, Cassandra has switched tack is is going old school. Winter without end, great wolves outside. This is Fimbulwinter. This is Ragnarok. My own warg is the only animal both trained to haul and tough enough to go out there, the labrador being too weak to deal with the occasional nips and scratches from the maddened pack, and he brings in the corpses as my other pet predators (bears, cougars) hunt the wargs for their own food.
The long winter drags on, and as a cold spring breaks, the pack has been reduced from 20 to 3. We venture back outside, though it's still too cold to plant crops, and set to work cleaning the INSANE amount of blood that has been tracked around the base by bleeding wargs. As the weather warms up, and the long volcanic freeze ends, we get out next big suprise. Another manhunter pack. This time it's boomalopes... *sigh*
And then another. More Elephants. At this point, I wonder if I have somehow recreated Boatmurded. The land is that same wasted landscape from repeated forest fires, the art in my colony is getting creepier each time, and I have apparently angered the elephants.
Nothing great since then, another typical summer. Short circuits, more raids, strange ship parts crashing /right/ when I did need more steel. Combination hits of blight, then malaria, when my herbal meds have nearly run out...
Though things are looking up for the colony. Our latest recruit has an interesting background. A spoilt child, having had a life of safety, education and art, then kidnapped and used as a test dummy for several years. She now has great melee, pretty good shooting, and a lingering fondness for artistic things. My colony has been joined by River Tam...
Tl;dr: Colony of predator taming amazons, Two flavours of apocalypse, strong Boatmurdered vibes, and River fucking Tam.
