Kodex Kommunistic Kolony in Rimworld, Season 1

Imagine you were flying to a distant star in a spaceship full of Codexers. But suddenly, something awakes you from sweet, sweet cryodreams - crash landing! Azira!

Great. You are stuck on an unknown Rimworld with a bunch of fellow 'Dexer shitposters which you don't even like. Now what?



So what is this LP all about. I'll take a leap of faith here and assume that everybody is more or less familiar with Rimworld. If you're not, then holy fuck - go play it now.

In short: it's a survival colony builder that feels and plays somewhat like Dwarf Fortress, but with a few exceptions:
- First and foremost being setting - Rimworld is a sci-fi/western game, if it even makes any sense. You like SPACE and Clint Eastwood movies? Then you'll probably like this setting too.
- Next, Rimworld is a game about survival and crisis management. It won't give you a chance for development if you play high difficulty with a team of incompetent bastards. You can often hear people say how Rimwolrd is easy and shit - they just play it wrong, those casuls.
- Finally, latest Alpha 13 changed the game dramatically for autistic micromanage maniacs like me, and gave it a very distinctive difference from DF - the relationships system. The colonists now love, hate, abuse, cheat, dominate, friendzone, and basically just SPAM MAJOR DRAMA almost every day. Combined with other features, numbers, scripts and personal details, all colonists now feel like living, breathing creatures. It's fun to keep an eye on how they change and develop, which will be the main focus of this LP.

You know me - I'm not big on long introductions. Let's get right into the game. First things first, gotta choose an AI storyteller - the "Mastermind" responsible for RNG. Three options here:

Straightforward and predictable Cassandra.

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Passive and forgiving Phoebe.

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And last but not least, the glorious Randy Random. He will be our guy, Extreme difficulty setting.

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I've generated a fancy-looking world using random seed "Alpha Centauri", so that's where we crash-landed, all thanks to the pilot.

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Different people like different biomes. Personally, I adore tundra mountains. So here is the exact location:

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"B-but Grimwulf-senpai, how is it fair? Both granite and marble availiable, only 331 elevation, and the temperature is not that severe for tundra..." WHO SAID THAT? WHO?! SHOW YERSELF, YOU IGNORANT FF... Oh, it was just my split personality again. Ok, so I checked some locations before setting this LP - cut me some slack. We are about to start the game with sub-optimal team, make sub-optimal collective decisions, and play in tundra. Tundra is cool, but not easy by any means. Wood is a luxury resource over there. Growing seasons are shorter than my sober periods. And snow makes walking really, really slow. Besides, we're not gonna start during warm seasons like some damn pussies, no sir.

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THAT'S how we roll! Permadeath mode (introduced in Alpha 13) means no save-reload shit. Medium-sized map (still bigger than you'll ever need), and starting season Fall. Too late to grow crops; just a little precious time to prepare for murdering Winter.

And now, char generation. More like "generation", coz all you can do is mash dat "Randomize" button until you get smth you can play with. We start the game with 3 chars, one of them is yours truly. As time goes by, we'll obtain new colonists, hopefully. That's where followers come in.

I expect men to enlist and participate in decision making. I'll give options to choose from, but if you've played Rimworld yourself, feel free to come up with your own choices/opinions. However, I don't have a luxury of nitpicking when it comes to new colonists - I'll grab everything the game offers. So, if you want to enlist, you may post stuff like "sign me up as next male colonist" and be ready for anything. And I mean anything. Rimworld can be really crazy when it comes to personalities.

During chargen, the game lets you roll three initial chars and even type their names. Later on, you can only change nicknames, and that's it. Let me demonstrate on a simple specimen:

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Every colonist has a name, surname and nickname. You can change all three for initial chars, but only nickname for everybody else. It's ok, though. Nickname is the one we'll see most of the time. Colonists have 2 types of aging: biological and chronological. It's the future, you see. You can spend thousand of years in cryosleep (chronological age) and still look like 15-year old (biological age).

Then, every colonist has a backstory (childhood and adulthood).

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Backstories often generate restrictions/disabilities. E.g., Cleve had been locked in a research bunker for so long, he became incapable of caring for any living being, human or otherwise.

Then we have traits. Every colonist might have up to three.

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Then we have skillz, they are all self-explanatory. Skill levels vary from 0 to 20, and deteriorate with time of no practice. If you have "-" instead of "0", it means this skill will never become availiable for the given colonist. Not like you need them all anyway, better to have specialists than jacks-of-all-trades.

Then we have a crapton of other stats, numbers, statistics.

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Health screen.

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Social screen that will be shown once the game starts. And many more, but I leave it for later.

Let's just make that colony happen, Codex. And see how it goes. Even if we roll pure shite instead of useful professionals, don't worry, I got this. Can't say I'm absolutely awesome in this game, but I know a thing or two, and been playing for a long time now. My last colony (which is also Randy Random in tundra) is doing quite well for itself.

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Soo, we shouldn't suffer a horrible end straight away. We shouldn't. As long as you can endure my trashy Engrish, we'll be just fine. And one last thing: if any of you is willing to take over the rulership (save file) at some point, let me know. I know we have plenty of Rimworld players around. We can make this a Codex succession game, changing the ruler every ingame year.

That covers the intro. Enlist in Grimwulf's Commie Paradise and become the happiest comrade in Rimworld! First two recruits (the inital party) may state their preferences.

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- I want to be 15 year old tranny.
- I want to have high shooting skill.
- I want to be an alcoholic.
- *use your imagination*

 

I'm a shoe-in, aren't I? I mean, I am was the pilot, right?

So, I've never played this game. Which probably explains why I crashed the ship.

I'd like to be a cynic man, about 35 years of age, a drop-out of pilot school who decided to dabble in medicine instead.
Apart from that, just throw on whatever makes you giggle like a deranged, pyromaniac little girl.

 

Little Kalin, son of Kalin from Sol

Prole-bashing space cop and security grunt. Inherited the job from his old man.

Traits: greedy, alcoholic, manlet
Strengths: good at bashing prole skulls and molesting female prisoners
Weaknesses: most everything else

Reporting for duty!

 

Meanwhile, a rejected character from another Grimwulfian LP......


"I even take a shuttle to escape from that shitstain of Space Station 2 and end up here. It's full of nazi degenerates, even. Next time I'm truly staying at home and die for the Motherland."

Humble Servant

+ Male or Female is the same, no one cares under the Conscript suit
+ Likes: Heavy Labour, Shooting, Electricity, Dying for the Motherland, The People, waifus
+ Dislikes: Germans, Flying, Water, Anti-Infantry guns

Good enuff?

 

Female serial killer, high melee, artistic, crafting.

 

To be perfectly clear: I have absolutely no impact on what colonists do we get. I can roll the initial party - 3 chars. That's it. And even then, I can't re-roll skills or traits specifically. I only have this RANDOMIZE button, and each time it generates an entirely new colonist, with entirely new background, set of skills, perks, health condition, etc. I tried to get CLOSE to what Azira and Kalin wanted, but all other colonists will arrive already generated - I cannot re-roll them. I can either accept them (which I will in 99,9% of the cases, coz it doesn't happen very often), or let them go away, skipping the opportunity.

You can still enlist in "sign me up as first competent-medic-type colonist to join", but that might never, ever happen. It's safer to just enlist as male or female colonist, with no other requests. Oh, but feel free to throw in pictures and roleplay stuff like this:

Updates will be more or less frequent. I'd like key decisions to be collective, so it depends on how long do we have to wait until the majority votes.

And one last technical note. The flames near the skills



represent learning speed. Double flame marks buring interest - the colonist will learn this skill very fast. Single flame is moderate interest, standard speed of learning. No flame at all - you might as well forget about improving this skill. To git gud at something you gotta do it. E.g., if you work the shaft, your mining skill improves. No homo.

 

1st of Fall, 5500

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Fuck's sake! "Go have a nice cryosleep", they said. "Everything's gonna b fine", they said. Who are you people?

Azira *coughs* Vikingsson. Pilot.

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U wot? So it was YOU who crashed the ship?!

Let's say no.

Hurr. My memory feels fuzzy.

Cryosleep sickness, can tell by your face. 'ave the same happening to me, and it sucks.

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Just keep it together, men. Let's try to remember what we can. You go first, Pilot.

Let's see. My name is Azira, I'm about 36 years old. I've, *coughs* dropped out... of... pilot school.

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So are you a pilot or not?

Technically, no. I've decided to... dabble in medicine instead.

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Really now? How do you apply a bandage?

You eat it with a teaspoon. But anyway, I'm also a good shot.

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Have truly vast knowledge of *coughs* chemicals.

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And the ladies often say that I'm a cynic.

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Hmpf. Awright. You have a weird surname, though. Vikingsson?

A common nordic surname.

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What about you?

I'm Kalin. Son of Kalin.

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Don't really want to talk about my past with strangers. But it was nothing special. Been to unsavory places, saw some bad things. Just me and my luck.

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But then a decent gentlemen noticed my skills and made me a job offer I couldn't resist. A space cop, just like my father.

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Naturally, I am rather good at convincing people and settling things down.

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A social person.

Yes, you could say that.

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What else? I'm not giving up even if I have to live in this dumpster of a planet.

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Is that all?

No. You know the difference between you and me? Both of us have crushed in the middle of nowhere. But I was looking good while at it.

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Yes. Wonderful. Ffuck, still can't remember shit. I am Grim. Wulf? Let it be Grimwulf.

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I was born in Second Soviet Union. Worked my way on board of that ship.

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Some weird bug didn't apply name change to my backround, nevermind it.

Where I worked as... can't remember. Bottle Brother? OF COURSE! Space Mehrine!

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I tend to see things as they truly are. No pink glasses.

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I'm a social person like Kalin. I care about my team and my people.

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Then why do you have a FUCKING WARG with you?

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That's Champ! My doge.

You realize they only eat meat, right?

Aye. What of it?

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An awkward pause hanged in the air after we were done with introductions. All in all, I'd say it could be worse. Azira and Kalin will either help me survive this mess; or become a fine snack for Champ. Either way it's good to have them around.



The situation is shit; I feel like crap; we will all die soon. However, I'm excited to build command these people into building something glorious.



Goddamn cryosleep amnesia. I wonder why do I have a Captain's Log in my pocket? And why is it completely blank? Whoever used to be the Captain of that crashed ship, he was incompetent as fuck.

Do we know anything about the place we crashed on? Like, anything? Anyone?

Ahem. I might know a thing or two.

How so?

Oh, you know. Seen similiar places before.

I'm listening.

This planet has a funny year cycle. The days are really, really long. Judging by the sun, let's say it's about 6 AM, right? So basically we can still use 24h system for convinience, but the hours themselves will be way, waaay longer than we're used to.

Fuck it, let it be 24h.

Which leads to another, well, issue. Seasons only last 15 days. And I might happen to know that it's currently 1st day of Fall.

HOW DO YOU KNOW SO MUCH?!

It doesn't matter, ok? The point is, 15 days from now Winter will begin. It's cold out here already, and will only get worse.

These cryosleep outfits don't really help warming up.

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First things first, we need to find or build a shelter. Somewhere close.

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No, first of all, we must decide who is in charge. I am.

Why's that?

I have experience. Probably. And a warg.

Fair enough.

AWRIGHT THEN, no more bullshittin' around. We will build Communism in this dump. From each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs. I am the man who measures everyone's abilities and needs.

I'd love to object, but can we start doing something about warming up? Shelter? Campfire?

Nu. I need an hour to draw a List of Priorities. Well, not this planet's hour, but... aw, screw it. Just wait.

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After running a few simple tests, I managed to roughly evaluate abilities of Azira and Kalin. Both of them are worhtless at basically everything, but we have to do our best. Thus the List of Priorities was born!



Whoever reads this Log - you should be ashamed. But anyway, you can skip this part entirely, it's only here for those interested in technicalities and how things work.

So, there are three of us atm, and we all have things which we are good at (bright squares; the better the skill - the brighter the square), things we are bad at (dark squares; the darker - the worse), and things we can't do at all (blank squares). Unfortunately, I cannot directly control the bastards, only set priorities and hope they will do something useful. I can, however, mess with working schedules and whatnot, but decided not to do it right now. I can give them direct orders during combat situations, but that's it.

Thus, we decided to work on priorities. 1 is the higher priority; 4 is the lower one. If a man has two activities both marked as "1", the higher priority will be the leftmost. E.g., Azira has Construction and Plant Cutting jobs both marked as 3. If I tell him to go build a couch for my ass and cut a damn pine - he will first build a couch, then cut a pine, because Construction is to the left of Plant Cutting. If, however, Kalin breaks a table at the same time, Azira will drop whatever he's doing and go for repairs. This whole thing will change a lot, and I probably won't talk about it in the future. Right now our effectiveness is nonexistent:

- Azira won't try to extinguish fire even if I try to burn him alive. Gotta remember that.
- We have no doctors. At all. I'd better not get hurt around here.
- We are all very social, but it's better to, well, not to talk to people we might encounter.
- Champ appears to be menacing, but in truth he cannot follow even the simplest commands. He needs some major training. Both me and Kalin know some theory about animal training, but no time to fuck around with my warg. We got a shelter to build.
- I'll have to cook myself for now. When I asked those idiots how to make a damn sandwitch, they suggested ordering pizza delivery.
- Guess we could all hunt, but there is no place to store food. It's just gonna rot. Maybe later, when the temperature outside will drop even lower.
- Me and Azira can handle construction somewhat. Wish we didn't have to, though.
- I am the only guy here who knows that plants grow from seeds. Fuck's sake. Hope I won't have to become a farmer, coz that's pretty much all I know about plants.
- Nobody can handle a pickaxe. At all. Which is a REAL FUCKING SHAME, coz I all I see around us is a fuckton of mountains!
- Kalin knows how to put stuff together. Which means he can do all kind of crafting, smithing, tailoring and whatnot. That's not important right now, but I'll keep that in mind.
- These bastards refuse to clean after themselves. They would rather sleep in a pool of their own blood and vomit than take a goddamn cleaning rag and work that shit. I hate them.
- Azira said that we'll have to do some research, "draw shemes" or whatever. I didn't really understand his point, neither did I care. But if he wants to research - he can do it himself. In the free time.

"Free time", hue hue

Really now. Let's find a place to warm up and store things. We can salvage a lot from the wreckage.

Speaking of which, are those weapons? Must have fallen from the ship's armory.

More like from baggage of some autistic collector of antiques. Azira, you seem to be a good shot - grab dat rifle.

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Kalin takes the knife to stab hostile lifeforms in the face.

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And I'll take that joke of a handgun.

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Now. The shelter, eh? Wait, those stones aren't natural. They look like remains of a building. Azira, grab something heavy and smash dat wall.

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Capt... I mean, General Secretary or whatever. I think I've heard a funny noise from behind the wall. Or maybe it was just my imagination.

Can't we just use steel and wood from the wreckage to construct shoddy walls and roof?

Why waste time if we got a building right here, ready and waiting? Let's put the matter to vote. That's how you build communism.

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Do we force our way into the building? Or do we leave it alone and build our own mancave?

 

Game looks pretty sweet. Sign me up for a colonist whenever.

...Aaand let's force our way in.

 

force yourself into it

 

Could be bad juju in there, but if it saves us from having to work...

Hey, maybe we could send in the barghest beast first, put that thing to use. Or won't it obey at all if the kumbaya animal whisperer skill is below its minimum requirement?

 

Dreaad reporting for duty. Just make me the first colonist who is extremely lazy.

Cheeki breeki.

 

Should not it be something like "Kosmo Desantniki" or whatevs? Plus "Cosmic Paratroopers" sounds way more Heinleinian. Forgive me, but the "Space Marine in Russian" was born of a very retarded late night discussion with some friends that made exceedingly weird Uni language picks.


FORCE YOUR WAY IN.



ALL I'VE LEARNED ABOUT COMMUNISM I'VE LEARNED FROM RED ALERT AND I'VE LEARNED THAT WHEN YOU SEE A WALL YOU GO THROUGH IT

 

This. All non-hostile animals can be tamed, and all tamed animals can be trained. If you have poor Animals skill (which is kind of the case here), some animals might attack you in the process of taming/training. Both taming and training are time-consuming, skill-demanding, food-wasting procedures. Yes, you gotta have extra food if you want to train your pet. Coz they should be rewarded when they obey.

Warg has an advanced training intellegence, so he can be taught the following:



- Obedience: assign the beast to a specific colonist. Will follow and protect when you draft his master (drafting = assuming direct control for combat). Obedience is required for training other abilities. Needs 1 successful training sessions to be taught. Chance of success depends on the trainer's Animals skill.
- Release: your basic attack order. 2 succesful training sessions needed.
- Rescue: drag a downed colonist to safety. 6 sessions needed.
- Haul: hauling items. Extremely useful in tundras, since beasts like wargs and huskies traverse snow two-three times faster than humans. Requires whoopin' 8 successuful sessions.

You have to make a pause between training sessions. Usually you can do no more than 1-2 a day. Since wargs only eat meat or corpses, you must have spare raw meat chunks in order to teach them anything. All the food we currently have is some basic military rations from the wreckage. More on that later.

Huh, you spelled it surprisingly accurate. It would be indeed kosmo desantnik(i), space marine(s). But if you think I typed the "class" names myself, you are wrong. I didndu nuthing. Everything you see is pure RNG. My only input was colonist names.

It's decided then! Just a friendly reminder: we play in permadeath. This might become the shortest LP on Playground.

Next update scheduled for tomorrow, tho.

 

I wish I had the time and patience to learn new systems like these. I am old I guess.

 

Clifffffff~

 

Rimworld is basically dumbled down Dwarf Fortress. Of course these games are mighty different, but if you ever played DF at any point in the past, you'll fit right in.

Working on it as we speak.

 

I didn't.

 

I'm ready for another adventure, sign me up as future nonspecific jerkoff

 

Heh, and I like how you put your longest ranged fighter in front, when the possibility of hand-to-hand (or claw/mandibles/talons) fighting seems high on the other side of that wall.

I guess you don't want to mess up Kalin's good looks just yet.

 

Sign up me as the next male bait for enemies colonist.

 

Sign me up as a new female colonist, nick lacgirl.
(this is in keeping my tradition of playing mostly females. Exception is F2)

Also, if there's next slot of female with unfilled named, fill me in with longirl and quangirl.

 

Boar report on duty

Do inane tasks, ask inane questions and deal with impossible.

 

Could be bad juju in there, but if it saves us from having to work...

How bad can it be? Crack dis shit open, Azira.

Sigh. Here goes nothing. *thud* This is gonna be sooo baaad...

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Whatever comes out, Kalin makes sure it stays in. Forever.

Why me?

*thud* Your orders don't even make sense, Komrade Komissar. *thud*

You focus on dat wall! Less talk, more work!

*thud* To be stuck in this place with you, of all people. *thud* Karma is a bitch.

What? Why are looking at me like that?

Nothing, just...

*Wall crumbles* G-guys

Just noticed your hair. It's...

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Guys!

I told ye I'm stylish. You'd better get used to it.

GUYS, FUCK FUCK!

Wh-WHAT IN THE HELL IS THIS?!

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They are moving. MOVING, I say!

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Keep your balls together, people! Oh, fuck - is that a MINIGUN attached to that thing?

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Minigun? Look at the rear monster! That fuckery is bigger than our former ship's lazer!

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We're so fucked. GET BACK AND TAKE COVER!

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We need to seal this wall! These things are some sort of fucking mechs, they've been active inside for ages and didn't attempt to break free. They don't care! I'll just go grab some wood and...

One of these things followed us! It goes for Kalin!

SHOOT IT, AZIRA!

*Huff huff* Come over here, you piece of mecho shit.

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Grimwulf and Azira fire guns. One shot hits right leg (?) of the creature. Kalin braces himself for engaging in melee, his pigtails waving on the wind.

FUCK! We can't take it down with our shit guns, Kalin! Defend yourself!

WWWWAAAAAGGGGHHHH

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HE'S GOING TO DIE!

*spits blood* stop shooting me, you ff

KALIN, GET OUT! RUUUUN!

I ain't gonna have it. Ain't gonna die like my father.

ARE YOU DELUSIONAL?! Run, find a place to hide, GO GO!

I AM GETTING PAAAAIIID!! *runs off*

Keep shooting this thing, Azira! Cover Kalin's retreat!

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Where is your warg going?

CHAMP, NO! Stay out of there! Get back NOW! CHAAAMP!

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Too late, Grim! Let it go! I can hear him growling, and wargs never retreat from threats.

I'm going after him.

Against giant fucking mechos with miniguns and rocket launchers?! We must use this moment to save our own as...

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BOOOOM

CHAAAMP!

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A giant centipede crawls out of the burning building, Champion standing firmly on top of its bodyrings. The warg violently attempts to penetrate mechanoid skin with fangs and claws, to no avail, while roaring from fury and agony. The warg and centipede are both on fire.

Grimwulf, get a fucking grip. We must get out of here. Right. Now.

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Champion enters a state of absolute berserking, jumping from giant cetipede to wounded scyther. He tears its left leg apart, taking him down instantly. The warg is still burning.

Shoot them, damn you! Shoot these metal crapf... It's aiming at us.

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Get down!

Fuck this. Run! Find Kalin and help him!

What? No, I... I was half-serious about dabbling in medicine.

Just run, damn you!

And leave you behind?

I got this. I'm a natural!

How many times I've heard this one *runs*

Thank gods he's gone. Annoying bastard. Now. For my plan. BARF

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That's better. Champ, my bud. I'll come back to you, I swear. *Huff Huff* Easy as fuck. I run to the wreckage, pick up some wood, get to wherever these pricks had holed up, barricade the place, come back and save Champ. Right? Right. *Huff* Oh, gawd... UNIIITED FOREEVER IN FRIENDSHIP AND LAAABOUR

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OUR MIIGHTY REPUUUBLICKS WILL EEEVER ENDUUURE

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B-BARF! The GREEAAT... SOVIET UNION WILL LIIIIVE THROUGH THE AGES - BARF!

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Oh, god. THE DREAAAM OF OUR PEOPLE - bbbarfffuck - THEIR FORTREEESS SECURE

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LOOOOONG LIIIIIIIIVE OUR SOVIET MOTHERLAAAA -- FFFUCK, my leg!

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Gotta... run... *huff* Built by the people's *puff* mighty hand. Long live our people, united and free. *huff* Strong in our friendship tried by

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BOOOM

FIIIIREEEEEAAAHAH!!!

Meanwhile, not so far away

He's not coming back, is he?

Would you please shut up and do SOMETHING with my - ouch - wounds? I'm bleeding the fuck out!

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Look, I'm NOT really a doctor, ok? The cuts were the easy part. Just put my socks on top of where it bleeds, that's how you do bandages. I think. The gunshots, though...

Fucking Grimwulf, I hate this guy. Hit me twice with a fucking ancient handgun. TWICE! OW!!

Lay still! If only Spigot was here...

I don't care if he won't come back. But this - OW FUCK, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! Holy hell that hurts.

You were saying?

This doorway needs to be barricaded. Otherwise you'll have to drag me somewhere else. As far as possible.

Shh. You hear that?

Someone's coming.

*Points rifle at the doorway*

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YOOOOUUUUU!!

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Long may our crimson flag inspire... *Begins barricading the doorway*

I swear to all Gods of Space, Grimwulf. Give it a break. Lay down somewhere, I'll get to you in a moment.

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For all... men... to... see. *drops down the moment he's done with barricades*

He looks like shit.

Where do I start, I don't even...

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*sigh* Well, I always wanted to be a medic.

This is going to be a long, painful day.

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Don't know how long I was out. Had horrible dreams, only they weren't really dreams. I saw fires



Everything was burning. Had to get that wood. Had to fortify a safehouse. Find my way.



Ship wreck is laying all around. Packed rations? Deers? Might be my imagination.

I saw an ancient cryo facility that was blown up. Whoever was sleeping in those cryo sarcophagi, they are gone now.



I saw Champion.



And that's when I woke up.

*INHALES LOUDLY*

Wow, wow! Take it easy, old man. Both of you should stay in bed, preferably in silent and non-moving fashion. And I will pray. Because that's as much as I can do with my medicine skill.

Gotta go. Gotta rescue Champ. He's still alive, I know it.

Go? You have a MINIGUN BULLET in your left leg, nevermind that your body is basically a charcoal at this point. I'm trying to remember how to deal with gunshot wounds, so if you PLEASE give me a moment?

Fine, fair enough. I can't go. You go. We can still get him out, I know it. Those mechos didn't run for me when I got far enough. They don't care. They only respond to the threats in immidiate vicinity.

They probably finished him off by now. Let go, Grim.

NO! They ignore lifeforms that don't threat them. When Champ was downed, they forgot he even existed. Come on, Azira!

*Sigh* If I go, you'll be left here without any medical care. None of you can do shit in your current state. Can't even walk. I say we stay here and wait for your recovery.

With THAT kind of medical care? I'll die of old age before I recover. No. You should go out and scavenge for food. Should be some rations scattered around. And more importantly, medicine. I mean REAL medicine, not your dirty socks.

I saw some rations and medpacks on my way here. In the "woods" nearby. But Champ will die if we don't rescue him. Besides, we might have a chance to seal that wall we took down. The mechos might have returned inside the building, so that's our chance.

Chance for what, you genius?

Make This Area Safe Again. Come on. You both know we can't leave this place. Scavening this wreckage is our best bet for survival in the long run.

Hate to admit it, but he's right for once. We're out of time. If we don't prepare for Winter asap, it's all over anyway.

Do we absolutely have to take more risks? I say we leave the mechos alone and try to get comfortable right here. I'm sure they won't come. Worse case scenario, we can always build a wall real quick. Or get the fuck out before they come close.

Gotta save Champ. Come on, men. Azira?

Well, Azira. You're the only one still standing, so the decision is up to you. What's our course of action?

 

You need a wall to seal off the mex... mechos.

 

that was dope