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You actually can; there is the medieval quarry which can be mined for any type of stones you want and for coal, which basically acts as fuel = perfect replacement for wood. But it grants an infinite supply of them and doesn't take away much space.
I am not sure if Grimwulf likes easily available infinite resources in his LP.
The legit way would be growing wood or bamboo yourself - the wood you plant should get you a net gain.
However, a cruel storyteller in a bad mood might dispel such concerns.
We can make vodka once we have potatoes, but we gotta build a distillery first. It requires wood. Like, a fucking ton of it. That's why we need non-fueled energy source so bad.
Ippolit pretty much nailed it. There is a medieval quarry which simply feels cheaty. However, there is another quarry from the quarry mod that imo is ok to use. It requires a 14x14 space (yuge), must be placed on a rocky terrain or inside caverns, and also has a finite amount of stuff you can dig. At some point we'll make a proper quarry that can be accessed from prison. Prisoners will be able to work there 24h shifts. A proper Gulag.
I think we can make coal at refinery stations, once we research Refining tech. Even if it's not the case, we will be able to produce chemfuel, even more effective fuel source.
Ahahaha, just imagine Grimwulf inspecting the "quarry" Kalinski is babbling about all day, then putting the mod quarry there. Making him look like he was working hard for once in ihis life, but robbing him of his KKKlubhouse.
His dream-bubble bursting with a loud *popping*. Sooo very KKKommunistic, I would approve.
*reviewing her notes* Don. I'm going back to the Agency. I mean... This whole place is jackpot! What are we waiting for?
Too soon.
What is wrong with you? The evidence we've gathered is more than enough for promotions. Let the DME (Department of Menace Eradication) take it from here. We need to go now, while they are sleeping!
... Fine. Let's go back.
Hallelujah.
Be sure to leave some gifts and goodbye letter. We don't want to raise suspicion.
Gifts? I don't have anything to give away.
Your cigars will do.
Hey!
*raises his voice* DO AS I SAY!
*mumbles* Someone here has anger management issues...
*clenches his teeth, as if he's trying to hold something within*
Ever since they assigned me as your partner, this job became even harder and... well, weirder. Don, I need you to tell me one thing honestly.
...
What happened between you and Murphy?
*sigh* Long time ago, when both me and Cheetah were still teenagers, we were working for her father. Old man used to have an explosive temper, but his priorities and principles were straight: take this planet under control.
So, basically you worked for mafia boss?
It's not that simple, Toni.
Why did you leave?
Old man retired, she inherited the business. Cheetah is not like her father - she has wits and guts, but lacks his clarity of vision.
I'm not sure I understand...
Of course you don't. If you see a settlement of Eldritch worshippers, what do you do?
Gather evidence, compile a report, ask for permission to investigate further?
You take action, THEN compile a report. Cheetah sent me out to "negotiate terms" with a fishfolk village... *long pause*
... Whom did you kill?
Everyone.
But they were cultists... right?
No.
Don...
There is a line which you simply cannot cross, and if you do - you can no longer be considered human. These fishfolk fuck their own brothers and sisters for generations - have you even seen them? Mutants. ABOMINATIONS!
I mean... Wow.
Cannibals, child rapists, mutants, aliens, mechanoids, Eldritch - none of them deserve to live among humans.
Let's end this conversation right here.
And then they were gone. It was nice knowing you, Reinhardt
Usually visitors stay longer than that, dunno why did they leave so soon this time. Oh, well.
Two hours of silent walking later.
I'll have to include our... conversation in my report. I'm sorry, Don.
It won't be necessary.
You really need another partner, because I can't-- Don..?
*points his gun at Toni*
Wh-- Don! DON!!!
DAY 20
Grimlin? Really?
Gonna be GLORIOUS, woman! No discussion!
Grimlin. GRIMLIN! Can't we come up with a better name?
*power walks outside*
Meanwhile.
Kalin's Kosmic Klubhauz is coming along nicely. But dat fooken bootlicker Boot is watching me. Damn one-eyed fuckface, amirite?
Yeeaaaah. Those one-eyed morons...
MA POINT EXACTLY!
So, what's your plan? We just move there at some point, komrades be damned?
Huh? I never thought about that.
Grimwulf might just privatize the whole bunker if he finds out.
LET HIM TRY, I DOUBLE DARE DAT FUCKER!!
He has Bliblablubb, Cheetah, and a small army of useless cannon fodder. We got ourselves and, maybe, my mom...
Eh, we'll figure something out. *goes outside*
SIR, THE AGENTS ARE GONE!!
WHAT?!
Good riddance. They had trubul written all over their faces.
Handsome Senor is gone? Oh, woe.
But the guy intended to stay! Cheetah was fucking my brain this whole night about the matter!
Just your brain? Jejeje
*comes out of the house* I must be hearing things. Reinhardt is gone?
Dat's because no one wants to live and fight along your ice-cold bitch ass, bitch!
I found a letter in the guest room.
Let me see it. *reads the letter*
What does it say?
*sinister smile* He'll come back.
Later that morning.
Aaaand we're out of wood. Again.
All for a good cause.
Fueled generators were the worst call ever.
I told Cheetah to research Batteries. We shall solve our wood shortage soon enough.
Huuummmm, since when are you giving orders to Cheetah?
Shuddup, Greenballz, before I deform your spectral mug even more.
What are you doing exactly?
Visualising Grimlin.
Why don't you start building it instead?
Meanwhile.
Why can't you clean the caves yourself?
Because Imma motherfookin' CITIZEN - dat's why!
Do you plan to smooth the floor in all rooms?
Naah, just one.
So this is your room?
Dat's some impressive deduction skillz rite there.
I'm starting to get second thoughts about your bunker plan...
We'll be living in a literal MANCAVE, Lizzurd, mah boy! Wooooooooooo *spins around and grabs crotch*
Meanwhile.
You will treat my boy with RESPECT, young lady!
Fuck off, Krivol.
Figures. They wouldn't name a decent person Cheater.
It's Cheetah. Why don't you shut up and make yourself useful for a change? Even Luka-boy does something for KKK.
But I'm cooking a special treat for everyone! Shchi.
Is it a meal, or did you just sneeze?
It's cabbage soup with fish and meatballs, you silly.
We don't have cabbage. Or fish.
A real housewife has her own ways and tricks, huer huer huer huer
*crawls into the room*
huer huer huer huer
*cautious guuuurgle*
Don't mind Krivol, Bimbo. She is retarded. Go, bring us something big and furry. Preferably dead.
*pop-pop*
Later that day.
*triumphant GURGLE*
So you've killed some shit - what do you want, a medal?
*affirmative bubbling*
Only when you burn a hole in Grimdeer. Think you're up for the challenge?
*SHRIEEEEEEEEEK*
Consider this your lifetime mission then. NOW GO, MAKE ME PROUD!
I am the only person IN SPACE who can make dem lazy riff-raff work, not to mention work as a team.
Cheetah and Krivol will become best friends eventually. They have a lot in common.
Might take a bit of mind-adjusting from Bubblebutt, but those are micro-issues, no point in overthinking this.
Ordered that guy whose name I keep forgetting to go dig moar steel.
He seems to enjoy mining, so who am I to forbid?
That last room of our temporary main building is walled and roofed now.
Haven't heard from Kalin since morning. Wherever he is, I hope that motherfucker suffers.
Hours later.
Go, go, GO!! It's not like fuckin' deers gonna commit mass suicide or sumth!
*tired gurgle*
Give her a break, Grim.
Ohrmmmm, she really needs a vacation.
WHO SAID THE V-word?! WHO?!
...
I swear, if I ever hear that again, I'll kick your green balls so deep inside your belly, you'll be throwing them up THRU YOUR UGLY EYEHOLES!!!
For the sake of our relationships, I hope you're talking to Krivol right now.
My balls aren't green...
I'm not talking to either of you, wyverns!
Grim, I've been eager to ask you one thing for some time now...
Well? Spit it out!
How do you relax?
I don't.
Come on. Don't you have a hobby?
Alcohol.
I used to have the same hobby! But then I got pregnant. I wonder if there is a connection..?
Alcohol is not a hobby.
Stop judging!
I'm not j-- *sigh* Okay. Grim. Imagine you would be free to do anything right now - what would it be?
Building Kommunistic Utopia.
But no Shoggoths!
No Shoggoths. Awright, I wasted enuff time here! *walks outside*
Always nice to chat with your lover...
One hour later.
*psshhhh* Do I still have a place among commies?
*psh pshhhh* Look who came back crying for shelter. Is your girlfriend still with you?
My partner Toni fell victim to an unfortunate, yet very forthcoming incident. She is dead, I'm afraid.
I'm sure someone in KKK is very sorry to hear that. Anyone?
*pshhh* I am. Literally crying right now. Do you want to hug, Senor Reinhardt?
No. I never liked her anyway.
*psshhhh* Welcome to KKK, Reinhardt. Remember that Grimwulf is in charge, and you'll be fine.
Before you start to accuse me - YES, I cheated Reinhardt in. It felt unfair that visitors left so soon, and he was ready to join - we just needed someone to go talk to him one last time. He went to sleep, though (can't negotiate with sleeping visitors, no option to wake them up either).
Just like any other pawn that ever showed up in this LP, Reinhardt was saved by the game as "world pawn", which means he exists somewhere out there and might even come back at some point. No way of telling when will it be, BUTT certain voodoo magic can bring him in whenever.
This pawn was way too interesting to just let go, so I hope komrades forgive me this transgression.
It was a one-time thing, I promise! (never worked with my ex-wives)
If it makes you feel any better, Kalin finished smoothing floors in his room.
Rain Hard?
Yes?
More like RAIN HARDAR, GWAAAA HAHHAHA. Hrmpf. You can sleep in the prison for now.
... Fine.
One hour later.
*menacing guuuuuuuuuuuurgle*
*points his gun at Bliblablubb*
*SHRIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK*
Relax, Eldritch abomination. Fortunately for you, I'm out of bullets.
*relieved pop-pop*
A pity. Pretty sure a dozen full metal jacket rounds would kill you on spot.
*deep, growling-like sound*
Your mind-manipulating tricks won't work on me. Every agent is trained to resist Eldritch influence.
*angry popping*
Keep your distance, monster. In return I will do my best to ignore the fact that you are still alive. *walks away*
I had to stage my own death in order to avoid Agency's attention. Looking for lonely traveller, cutting off his head, dressing in my former clothes - of course it was a chore, but hopefully one that will pay off.
My FN P90 is useless without bullets, might as well leave it in KKK's storage.
Found a SAS ghost mask. Is it cat skin? Perfect.
Need a proper weapon to defend myself. Alas, all I found was a halberd.
A halberd.
There is a "property of Kalin" inscription scratched on the handle. As if I give a damn.
The food is beyond awful.
Is it sewage..?
Later that evening.
*pshhhh* BRAIN HARD!!
*psshhhh* Yes?
I want ya to CLEAN THE DAMN SHITTERS!
Sorry, what??
Are you ear-fucking right now or sumth? CLEAN THE SHITTERS, damn you!
Kommissar, I am a qualified agent, professional shooter and investigator.
Does it look like I care?
A man of my skills and abilities--
IS PERFECT FOR CLEANING MAH LATRINES! You got TEN MINUTES! Over and out.
Kommissar. Kommissar! FUCK!
*tries to cope with smell and RAGE*
*clenches his teeth so hard they literally make a screeching sound; face is covered in sweat; breathing heavily*
*pshhh* It's been 10 minutes and 20 seconds. ARE MY SHITTERS CLEAN?!
*gives in to the rage* RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *the scream turns into deep, savage, horrifying howling*
*INFERNAL HOWLING*
Holy shit! *looks at the door being BATTERED by something outside*
LIZZUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURD!!! LIZZURD, WAKE DA FACK UP!!
*enters the room* What?
*SLAMS the door*
THE FUCK is that?!
Bad juju, obviously! RUUUUUN!!!
*both retreat to the workshop just before the beast shatters the door*
Kalin? What's wrong? What was that noise?
*breathing heavily* Fuck! FUCK!!
Ch-Cheetah! Th-there is SOMETHING in--
*RAMS the workshop door*
AAAAAAEEEEEEEEEE
DO SOMETHING, YOU BITCH!!
*pshhh* KKK, we are under attack! Everyone, FALL BACK to the northern wall, quickly! Over and out!
DA FAK is that?! Sounds YUUUUUUUUUUUGE!!!
RUN!!!
*pshhhh* Grim! GRIM!!!
*sobs and prays to Yog-Sothoth*
Sir, we must go! NOW!
Hrmpf. Dem women making an elephant out of a fly.
WITH ALL DUE RESPECT, Cheetah is no ordinary WOMAN - sir, please!!
Running from fuck knows what! FINE, let's go!
*barking*
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
*runs away whining*
WHAT HAPPENED?!
RUN, you fooken idiot!!
Something is terribly wrong here, Grim. Fall back!
MIERDA!
*notices something in the distance* Wh-- mom... MOM!!! RUUUN!!!