Look alive, men! What is wrong with you?
Why do we have to attend to this stupid gathering in the middle of the night?
I don't mind, personally. I'd rather take a nap during the day, when it will be warmer. Hopefully.
Shall we wait for Dreaad, Kommissar?
No. Where is the lactose woman?
Happy to see you too, Kommissar. Good morning, komrades.
And yeah, it's lacgirl. LAC. GIRL.
Work hard, respect your Kommissar, abide the law. And then you'll become a fine komsomolka, lacgirl. Yes. A fine one indeed. If only you were a bit more... bulky.
Ahem. Shall we begin already?
M? Oh.
*clears throat* AHAHRMRRHHRHRM, komrades and bottle brothers, we have gathered here today in order to--
For the love of god, Grimwulf, cut it before I cut you!
Our currently operating power generators ain't producing enough to support our glorious Kolony. We should build more, but we only have so much steel for expensive projects. Besides, turrets are needed.
We need to fix that power. Turrets would be useless without power as well.
They will be working during daytime. And if we turn off some lights, heaters, freezer and whatnot...
I say get powah first, need my heat damn it. Could make indoor campfires, but knowing you fucks you'd burn the place down.
*chewing in silence*
I'll take it as abstaining. Where is corporal Greenball?
*voice from the freezer* If we can't keep the lights on it will reflect badly on the kkkolony, and by extension communism. You wouldn't want that, would you? Because we're all comrades here, right? Right?
YOU STAY QUIET THERE, OR I SWEAR I'M GONNA BEAT YOUR ASS!
Honestly though, we need more chairs. The population of Kolony is growing.
Yeah, sure. One day. SO, I've consulted the many communistic voices inside my head - they want dat power flowing too. You have my vote, men.
That makes it four in total: Grim, Kalin, hello friend, and me. Lacgirl and Dreaad abstained.
It's decided then. Now, for the new prisoner...
Cryocrypt.
That's just rude.
No food to try to feed and recruit. I've checked your food stores - they are not as vast as you think.
Why even bother with freezing her? For what purpose? Kimmy's old and used. Release her. Now. Otherwise we risk her dying here. She's not as strong as Kalin, so I doubt she'll survive the infection.
No need to recover the foreign relation. Might as well test the facility.
I agree, for once. Need to test those things, if we get them working we can store slaves there, or use them in case of another infection!
*voice from the freezer* We need to test those cryocoffins now in case we need them urgently later on.
WHAT DID I TELL YOU?!
Enough! THE VOICES say heal and release!
I don't care how many voices live inside that fucked up mind of yours, but you only get one vote, like the rest of us. EQUALITY, bitch!
That makes it 2 votes for releasing, 3 for cryofreezing. Dreaad abstained.
FUCK YEAH, I'll do it personally. And enjoy every bit of the process.
Over my dead body, you freak. I'll do it myself.
In order to fix the power shortage, we need more generators. Another wind turbine here...
Second solar generator there...
And two more batteries tops. Which means we need to dig the battery room a bit deeper.
And somehow find a ton of steel real quick. How much do we have right now?
180.
That infection is here to stay, Kimmy.
*moans* Just give me some antibiotics, stupid.
Medicine? Here?
*chuckles* But don't you worry. I know exactly how to solve your little problem.
*strips Kimmy*
What are you doing? Let go!
Do you mind looking elsewhere, komrades? She's naked. Show some manners.
That's a fine piece of body.
Too thin for my liking. A true komsomol woman must be
spacious. To keep you warm during cold winter nights.
Why would you need a woman if you already have a heater?
You animals. My fellow citizens of District will come and save me. You'll see!
*coughs*
Shhh.
Why are you doing this?
*weeps* You're not like the others. Let me go! Please?
Of course I'm nothing like these kommies. I'm only here for one man.
As for you, love... Don't take it personal. But I don't want
any competition.
WAIT!!!
*closes the cryosleep casket*
Dreaad is mine.
8th of Winter, 5501
Oooohhh, baby. That shit is BAD ASS!
Am I good or what? There will be no unrest on my watch. Peacekeeper mk.2, you and I gonna have tons of fun!
Shall we bash the shit out of that self-proclaimed woman first? She has probably commited a crime lately, rite? Hell, just looking like that is a crime by itself, so-- Wait, what's that?
Cargo pods!
*pshhh* Grimwulf, come in. Let's send somebody to grab the goodies from cargo pods. There's gotta be something useful, I'm sure!
*pshh* Grimwulf? Damn. Hey, you!
Huh? Me?
Go find Grimwulf and tell him to contact me pronto. He's probably building some shit nearby, or maybe dragging corpses around for no reason.
Meanwhile.
*snores in deep sleep*
Your doubts are many. But you must choose wisely.
hrmrhm... Go away... Where is Trudy...
Smaller power plant. Little energy. No defenses. Bigger power plant. Hundreds of units of power. You get power.
hrhmm... Bigger. Hundreds. Power. Power...
Recruit more bodies. Be careful, there are
traitors.... in the darkness. They long for power and female companionship, they do not love the Machine and the People
mmhrhrh... Female bodies... Recruit more traitors...
We will.... watch you, Kommissar. Sacrifice what you need.
*ppsshhh* GRIMWULF, HOLY FUCKING SHIT, WHERE ARE YOU?! WE NEED THOSE GENERATORS UP AND RUNNING ASAP!! Also, cargo pods. Over.
*yawns* Give me a damn break.
Oh, look. Grim doors are finally opening.
Kalin's screaming could wake up Lenin himself. MORNIN', Kommissar!
*grumbles* Git back to work, all of you.
Would kill for a coffee right now. Let's see... That power cable needs to go.
Great. Just great. *psshh* THANK YOU, GRIMWULF YOU FUCK! THAT REALLY FIXED THE ISSUE!
*psshh* Shuddup, Kalin. I got this. But first, gotta get myself a snack.
A SNACK?! Fine, you come here and I'll--
Remember that you have no balls and cry?
Awright, cut it off! Last time we had a fight, the whole Kolony was paralized for an entire day. Can't afford that anymore. PROGRESS, damn you!
Later that day.
Grimwulf. You should really change that synth jacket. Just pick a fancy parka from the storage - there are plenty.
Hypothermia is a thing.
You know what else is a thing? Torturing people to death. How can you be so blind, Grimwulf? This man is making decisions of his own.
Shut up.
Okaaay. Always nice to have a chat with you.
That cursed hypocrite. Pretending to be friendly and loyal, only to reveal his sadistic bloodlust in the end. He is a cold blooded murderer.
Stop it, Sparkles. My brother is a good man.
I don't care! Go discuss it somewhere else!
We're stuck in this place, Grimwulf. Let me explain...
One hour later.
Thus, I can have my final rest only after you build a proper home for your people. For my brother. And I want you to bury the corpses, of course.
I want vengeance, Grimwulf. I did not deserve to die like this.
I want to kill Germans.
Newsflash!
I don't care what you want.
Later that evening.
*psshhh* Grimwulf, what are you doing right now?
*psshhh* We've ran out of steel, so I thought I might as well start another Prosperwall.
A better question is... OI! DREAAD! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOIN'?!
Grimwulf? Just taking a stroll, хаха... Oh, have you heard this sick joke about a Russian, a German and an Italian who crash-landed on an unkown island...
Dis better b gud.
Years pass by as the three men struggle to survive. Constant hunger, diseases, injuries, hardships. And then a JINN appears! And tells 'em that each has three wishes.
Jinn? Really?
So, the German steps forward and says, "I want a keg of cold beer, a billion euros, and to return home". Granted! The German instantly dissapears, cold beer and cash waiting for him back home. The Italian says, "I want a bottle of wine, a gorgeous woman, and to return home". Granted! The Italian dissapears too! And the Russian says...
"A crate of vodka and those guys back". That's a bearded joke, and you got it all wrong. Are you even a slav?
*psshhh* Grimwulf, you buttplug. Send someone over to help us mining.
*psshhh* Negative. Everyone's busy. Too busy to chit-chat on the radio, if you catch my drift. Over and out.
Later that night.
Phew. What a day. At least the steel shortage has been dealt with.
Evenin', men. Bon appetit.
We were discussing that considering the sheer amount of stuff we have in the storage... And since we're all
equals...
Dreaad wants his "share". I would laugh if I wasn't so tired.
Meanwhile.
Good enough for today.
Time to eat and sleep.
NO!!! I'M TIRED OF WAITING PATIENTLY!
Hurrr
You will bury those corpses even if I have to possess your mind and force you to do it!
*psshhh* Grimwulf, you a'righ? Over... Not responding again.
I haven't seen Kommissar Wulf this whole evening.
Boo-fucking-hoo. Shuddup and sleep everyone. First one to snore will get a club to his head, I swear.
Not that I'm worried about Grimwulf. But still.
I bet he's gone berserk and doing something inane again. Like, i don't know, searching for the king of all deers.