ThisNameIsFree
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8 Kolonists and zero defense + no food source. Kolony busy researching hydroponics...
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Kodex Kommunistic Kolony in Rimworld, Seasons 2, 3
- Thread starter Grimwulf
- Start date
Kommunism doesn't need food.
Stainless Veteran
Arcane
They still have boot's comrade in the freezer, so we can't say that there's no food.
Kalin
Unwanted
Don't forget dem walking barking slabs of juicy dogmeat. Fresh, succulent, great value!
:russiastronk:
Good job making sense of what the narrator is throwing at you.
Good job making sense of what the narrator is throwing at you.
One hour later.
DAY 17
A bit later.
One hour later.
One hour of Kalin's maddened swearing later.
Later that morning.
Later that morning.
One hour later.
A bit later.
I'll drink to that.
One hour later.
A bit later.
Meanwhile.
Later that day.
All our dogs are fully trained now!
Still don't understand what was wrong with dem barracks before, but now they look sorta different.
Wasted my day on this crap. Oh, well. At least this psycho won't try to start a revolution or sumth.
Still low on wood. Everything needs refueling.
Spanish fucker and the woman (the ugly one) both need some new clothing. Walking around in tatters is not okay. Kommunists gotta look decent.
We got enough leather and one lazy bastard to do the tailoring.
Kommunistic barracks... What have you become?
Awright, staff report.
Blobra is doing its Blobra thing.
Which is hugging dead foxes erotically.
The Digger is cooking The Cook is digging. Seems like we got enough steel right now, but once Che finishes her research, it will be gone in an instant.
Boot is trying to fix the wood shortage.
Che is researching. WHY DOES IT TAKE SO LONG?! Fuck!
Lizzurd makes a warm cloak for his behemoth of a mother.
And now comes the main question: WHERE THE FUCK IS KALIN?!
Wasted my day on this crap. Oh, well. At least this psycho won't try to start a revolution or sumth.
Still low on wood. Everything needs refueling.
Spanish fucker and the woman (the ugly one) both need some new clothing. Walking around in tatters is not okay. Kommunists gotta look decent.
We got enough leather and one lazy bastard to do the tailoring.
Kommunistic barracks... What have you become?
Awright, staff report.
Blobra is doing its Blobra thing.
Which is hugging dead foxes erotically.
Boot is trying to fix the wood shortage.
Che is researching. WHY DOES IT TAKE SO LONG?! Fuck!
Lizzurd makes a warm cloak for his behemoth of a mother.
And now comes the main question: WHERE THE FUCK IS KALIN?!
Meanwhile.
Later that night.
Meanwhile.
One hour later.
Later that night.
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This is getting weird. We probably should sell the Lizzurds into slavery, buy vodka and food. Just an idea.
He dislike women :
Despite that, he's not gay (too much, he's at 2/6 on the
Moar updates are cumin' today. National holiday in Russia. Glory to Putin.
:russiastronk:
:russiastronk:
Andnjord
Arcane
Reinhardt
Arcane
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DAY 18
*rubs her body with a dead beaver*
*mildly aroused* Senorita, you may have a face of a man, but your body is of a strong, gorgeous orangutan.
Oh, Luka, you flatterer! Stop it, huer huer huer *very disturbing laughter* I am a married woman.
Where is your husband?
Went for the groceries. He'll be back soon. Oh, my - imagine his surprise when he meets Lizzurd! I bet he doesn't even know I was pregnant!
*wakes up* MOM! PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!!
Please don't.
Later that morning.
Thank you, Boot. So nice of you to clean my fridge.
It's my job, ma'am.
I will make you meatball cookies.
... Thank you, ma'am.
*RAMS through the door* ALL RIGHT, WOMAN - U R COMIN' WITH ME!!
Huh? But I'm not dressed for the occasion!
THEN PUT ON YER GODDAMN DRESS and meet me at the greenhouse. CHOP-CHOP!
A bit later.
There it is.
Do you like it, Cheater?
No.
So rude!
Later that morning.
Grimbro.
If it isn't the Batman of KKK. Fucking creature of the night!
Seen any criminals lately?
Do we count criminally lazy people? Then yes. You!
Gotta work on dat quarry. Looots of diggin' involved.
Where is your quarry anyway?
ITZ coming.
Meanwhile.
*charging TEH LAZOR*
*SHRIEEEEEEEEEEEEEK*
A bit later.
So, Kommissar. Why did you need me here?
I hereby appoint you chief gardener of KKK.
OH, GOODIE
Yeah. Go power up the generator, then come back to sow potatoes.
One, two, three... LET THERE BE LIGHT, he said.
Hrmpf. WHY R U NOT WORKING?!
The power output, you dumbass. One generator doesn't cut it.
For fuck's sake!
Maybe a smaller sun lamp?
NEGATIVE, Azira! I need a lot of potatoes.
Then you'd better start building another generator.
Meanwhile.
Morning, ma'am.
Morning.
I have to take down a wall section. Kommissar's orders.
Be my guest.
Also... I've seen Kalin coming out of the caverns the other day. Seems like he's up to something.
Caverns?
Yeah. There is a massive crudely-made stone door at the entrance. It's locked.
Oh? Interesting...
Do you want me to keep an eye on him?
Please do. Report everything you see to me personally. Don't mention this to anyone else. Understood?
Yes, ma'am.
*exits the room, murmuring to herself* What is it you're up to, Kalin..?
Later that morning.
Two generators might be enough to power up a couple of heaters and a sun lamp, but not the hydroponics basins.
*slurping on the soup*
Which raises a question once again - WHY ARE WE WASTING OUR TIME ON RESEARCHING HYDROPONICS?!
*long burrrrrrrp*
If we set up a third fueled generator... No, this is simply too much.
*trotting along Grimwulf*
I can always turn off sun lamp in favour of basins... A temporary solution until I find a way to produce more power. What do you say, woman?
What is hydroponics?
... Just... Build me a damn heater!!
Okay.
One hour later.
Bright. Beautiful.
What shall we grow?
What kind of a stupid question is that? You, of all people, should realize that POTATOES is all we need.
WHY?
Because potato is basically a vodka fetus.
But we don't have a distillery!
That's coz we don't have wood. Yet.
Both generators are fueled to the half at the moment.
What will you do when you chop down the whole forest?
I have no idea.
Later that day.
*jumps on Grimwulf, trying to lick his nose*
GET OFF ME, YOU LITTLE MONSTER!!
Slaughter!
*steps away from Grimwulf, whining sadly*
What's the progress on greenhouse?
Done. What about your research?
Almost there. Hey, Grim. Think you could do me a favor?
What, another one??
A small one. Since Kalin has an apprentice, I thought--
Yes, granted, whatever!
... Thanks.
Who's the unlucky guy?
Boot.
*psshhhhhh* BOOT, from now on you are assigned as Cheetah's personal assistant!
*pshhh* Yes, sir!
Meanwhile.
Gonna smooth dat floor real gud...
... Right after I take a shit. *goes outside* Lizzurd!
Shhh!
I can't take it anymore! Maybe it's time we move our beds to the bunker?
Naah, too son for dat. Need to solve the temperature problem somehow. And toilets.
My mother is driving me nuts!
Aren't ya too old to live with your mother? Hue hue
Depression.
Meanwhile.
Commies are just ahead, Don. Let's talk it over one more time.
You are worrying too much, Toni.
I prefer to play it safe. Besides, communists are not right in the head. All of them.
Very well. We go in, ask our questions, go back. Simple enough, right?
What questions, Don? We've been here last year. The monolith is fake.
How long are you going to pester me? Did you forget all reports we received about this place lately? Werewolves? Intercepted signals from deep space? Unnatural mist that appeared out of nowhere and dissapeared soon after?
What does it have to do with our investigation? We are looking for--
I KNOW, damn you! We are out of leads!
Admit it, Don. You came here because of her.
... Hurry up. It's getting dark.
Later that evening.
*pssshhhhh* Greetings, communists. May I speak to your leader?
*psshh psh* Ghrm, dis is LITERALLY GOD OF KOMMUNISM GREAT GRIM GORMUNHALL OF THE WOLF BLOODLINE! But you may call me Kommissar. Over.
*whispers to Don* Told you. Not right in the head.
*whispers back* Quiet. *pshhhh* We are performing an investigation. Would you kindly let us stay for a few days?
*mumbles* Goddamn tourists. *pshh* We got two beds and no food to spare.
Are you out of your mind? *takes the radio from Grimwulf's hands* You are not welcome here, agents. Stay away. I will shoot on sight. Over and out.
What is WRONG with you, woman?!
Do you really want to let them in? All right. Go on. They will be thrilled to chat with Bliblablubb. Or examine that book we keep in the fridge. Then we can share stories, of how we used to keep emergency meat and execute prisoners in vain. Lizzurd has an especially good one, about making wishes before the monolith. Should I mention my condition to them, by the way? Just to give a heads-up about being mind-controlled by an ancient human-enslaving creature?
Are you done?
I can go on forever.
Doesn't matter. I am the Kommissar. *takes the radio*
You are making a mistake. Again.
*psshhhh* Don't mind the woman. Come in. We could use some trading.
... Damn you.
Oi, Gorbash!
Kaldusus?
Don't like dat funky investigashun business. Been there muhself.
What? You? Done investigations?
Ye, the great vodka investigation, remember? Figured dat out. Dis job changes you, mang. Kills ye slowly from the inside. Makes you bitter. Cynical.
... Did you bash your own brains or sumth?
Fuck you!
Meanwhile.
Senor Lizzurd. Your madre is just about as beautiful as you.
That's just pervert. Not to mention gay.
How ya doin' there, boys? DA SPACE COP is brining good news.
Good news? KKK stops mining operations?
All komrades get their own rooms?
No and no! DA CRIMINULS WILL BE CLUB'D TO NEAR-DEATH, and then pissed on top!
What criminals?
I don't know, pretty boy. You tell me. Seen anyone suspicious lately? Why are you breathing so hard? Are you hiding sumth?
KALIN!! GET YER ASS TO THE PRISON!!!
Fucker. Comin'!
Mine a small cave for the shitter right there.
What a dull prison. Still more than dem crimunls deserve.
The tourists may sleep here for now. I was thinking move their beds to your barracks first--
HEY! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!!
There is still room for more beds, Kalin. Effective use of space - ever heard of that? *goes outside*
*gurgling proudly*
Good gurl, Blobra. We got enough dead animals for now. Be a deary, help Krivol sow potatoes tomorrow.
*pop-pop*
If you were a bear, I would kiss you right now.
*blushes(?)*
Best komrade in KKK. NOW GET BACK TO WORK, YOU LAZY GIT, IT'S NOT MIDNIGHT YET!!!
*GURGLE-GURGLE*
Meanwhile.
Look at this, Don. Even the dogs are working. Typical communistic commuity.
Stay focused, Toni. These people are dangerous.
This must be the man.
Good evening, Kommissar.
Two rules of KKK: no trouble and no homo. Understood?
Understood.
Good. Now get yer inquisitive butts inside.
Thank you.
Yeah, yeah, goddamn liberul loiterers *walks away grumbling*
A bit later.
Oh, a guest! And handsome one to add.
...
Good evening, sir. I am Boot. This man here is Luka.
Luka-BOY. I am The Cook.
Don.
Came here to trade?
No.
What a great chat! See you tomorrow! *winks*
Have a good night.
You too.
Later that night.
I have to say it's pretty cozy in here.
Hommm... No, it's not.
In a certain kommunistic fashion, I mean.
Good enuff.
Brewery - when? We'll have our potatoes soon.
Gotta find wood.
Hommmmmmm, Kommissar Grim Wolf? Maybe we shouldn't accept guests at this stage?
Nonsense.
Yes, RYAN. What can possibly go wrong?
A bit later.
This is a mighty fine poker table. My compliments.
Made it meself.
Professional work. I can respect that.
It's just a small part of Kommunistic Utopia that I'm buildin' here. You don't become a Kommissar if you're lacking building skillz.
Neither do you become an investigator if you're lacking intuition.
Look me in the eye and try to guess if I care. Look.
...
Well? Do you think I care?
Probably not.
Dayumn, dat's some quality intuition right there. *about to leave the room*
Before you go, Kommissar.
What now??
Would you kindly tell Ms. Murphy that Reinhardt would like to speak with her.
Later that morning.
A bit later.
Later that morning.
Meanwhile.
A bit later.
Meanwhile.
Later that morning.
One hour later.
Later that day.
Meanwhile.
Smoothing cave floors doesn't require any resources, only a fuckton of time. But it makes living in a cave at least somewhat tolerable.
Meanwhile.
Fucking Kalin, wherever he is.
The dogs are annoying.
The wood is nowhere to be seen.
That ain't no life, men.
The dogs are annoying.
The wood is nowhere to be seen.
That ain't no life, men.
Later that evening.
Meanwhile.
Meanwhile.
A bit later.
Later that night.
A bit later.
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hello friend
Arcane
Even the dogs are made to work like dogs!
Kalin
Unwanted
Grimwulf said:Two rules of KKK: no trouble and no homo. Understood?
Words to live by.
Bliblablubb
Arcane
No respect. Nobody values my contributions. Sad. Icecrea---
Best komrade in KKK.
Shall I
The inspiring quote of a visionary leader. I expected no less.
hello friend
Arcane
Half-written update had to be left in its sorry state due to irl. I'll finish it later on, probably tomorrow.
I don't know what u'r blobbin' about. In any case, you are free to do whatever you please.
Yeh, it has bothcircumstances CONSEQUENCES, lol (i'm drunk, it's fucking Tuesday) and limitations. Pushing the limits might prove unsavory, but I'll let you figure out the rest using gud old experimental way.
Bottom line: every decision related to mind-control is up to Bliblablubb. Don't expect me to give ye options - just post whatever madness you came up with rite here.
I don't know what u'r blobbin' about. In any case, you are free to do whatever you please.
Yeh, it has both
Bottom line: every decision related to mind-control is up to Bliblablubb. Don't expect me to give ye options - just post whatever madness you came up with rite here.
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Bliblablubb
Arcane
I don't want to interfere with your awsome storytelling Kommissar. Do your thing.
If anything, I would ask the hivemind for their opinion anyway (which, knowing the hivemind, would most likely be: "YES, TORTURE KALINSKI WITH TRANNY AFFECTION!").
Heh, maybe when he has finished building his KKKlubhouse. So much hard work entitles him to a "bonus".
If anything, I would ask the hivemind for their opinion anyway (which, knowing the hivemind, would most likely be: "YES, TORTURE KALINSKI WITH TRANNY AFFECTION!").
Heh, maybe when he has finished building his KKKlubhouse. So much hard work entitles him to a "bonus".
Andnjord
Arcane
Do it ya vegetable.
hello friend
Arcane
That's too cruel, Bibblebabble. Besides, aren't you a romantic? Dat aint troo love yo
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