There's not really a why. It's just how the game made it lol

Also Ghombeat your relationships probably fine. Zero and Corgare are in their late thirties so it's not like it's weird

LETS GET DOWN TO BUSINESS

TO COLLECT, SOME STEEL.

Wow this looks like a Force thats not to be messed with Imo. Especially Azure, Slaying Foes Since Day 1.

How does Rim World play, exactly? Like Dwarf Fortress? How much degree of control do people have on this thread over what happens?

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How does Rim World play, exactly? Like Dwarf Fortress? How much degree of control do people have on this thread over what happens?

From what I know, it's mostly just story, and every once in a while Devour allows the people to make a decision. So from a scale of 1-10 of control, I'd rate 6-7. This is from a non-player's POV. And yes, it is like Dwarf Fortress like Devour says in this 1st post.

Basically what Person said, but I'd rate the control even as low as 3-4. People just get to enjoy their characters kicking ass and flavor text :p

Also I had no updates for a bit because I was doing other things for fun, but I have time to play for a bit so LETS DEW IT



Corgar is in a poor mood because he's bored as hell, but I'm installing a TV in his room. Since then, he's become less stressed out.



"Oh wow, look at that!" Ghombeat exclaimed. A gentle giant towered high, almost as tall as the surrounding trees, covered in beautifully gleaming fur that blew softly in the wind, whistling a beautiful melody in the air.

"What is it? I've never seen something like that before." Said Error.

"It's a Thrumbo. They're legendary animals. Seeing one is almost like seeing a unicorn or a phoenix..." He began. "And their fur is worth a very large amount of money."

"Money?" Overhearing the conversation, Dakota stepped in, excited. "Man, we could really use money right now. I don't know how else we're gonna get the plasteel to build a ship."

"Well, you see... Grumbos are peaceful, but they are also incredibly dangerous. I'm all for selling its fur, but do we really want to risk the danger?"

After a moment of thinking, Dakota's eyes sparkled. "What if we don't need to put ourselves in danger?" He remembered the furnace in the entry corridor. He remembered they had yet to really see it in action.

"I have a plan."



As Dakota explained, the initial plan was to bombard it with mortars and see if we got lucky.

If that didn't work, they would let the Thrumbo chase them to this corridor, try to close the door behind it, and roast it alive.



"But what if the fur gets singed to the point of being unsellable?" Asks Error.

"Don't worry, this is a video game! I doubt the developers planned for something like this to happen."

But then, with hilariously impeccable timing, a zombie attack happened.

"Don't worry guys, I got this!" Savannah yelled, manning the mortar. But after aiming and shooting, she fired and hit. But she didn't hit the zombie... she hit the Thrumbo.



And now it's trying to kill us too.



With an angry and incredibly dangerous creature outside, we couldn't engage the zombies until they were right on top of us...

And then Ghombeat, like a complete fucking idiot, unloaded his minigun in an attempt to shoot through two embrasures. Five of those bullets hit Error directly in the back.



I immediately had him leave, and Max left her station at the mortar to tend to him right away.

Screaming for Ghombeat to get the fuck out of there, Zero and Error managed to kill the rest of the zombies themselves, but Zero had recieved gunshots as well. We may have dealt with the zombie threat, but now we're shit out of ideas for killing that Thrumbo. It's way too fast to hit with a mortar.

But as everyone scattered to deal with the people wounded by friendly fire, Corgare had an idea. He had a pulse rifle.

Pulse rifles are accurate, long ranged, and fire in bursts of 3 deadly shots. On his own, the man ran outside and taunted the Thrumbo into charging him. As he charged, he would unload three rounds into its body, already missing a leg and shredded from the mortar's direct hit, and then he'd run back into the corridor, shooting it from the safety of the embrasure.

Realizing the danger, the Thrumbo ran, but Corgare simply followed it back out and sniped the creature from afar, unleashing bolt after bolt of plasma until it charged him again.

He repeated this process for two hours. The Thrumbo was astonishingly tough and seemed nearly impossible to kill. But its bleeding worsened with every pass, and soon it fell to the floor and died from blood loss, letting out one last agonizing wail of pain.



We'll get an amazing amount of money from this guy, but the friendly fire received in the process is ridiculous.

Quick update: Error recovered with no injuries, miraculously. Zero will most likely be fine as well. But geeze

Things are returning back to relative normalcy. Error and Zero are both recovered with no lasting damage. We finished researching for Ship A.I cores, and now we are working on research for an antimatter engine to power the ship. How are we gonna build it? I straight up have no idea.

But hey! Azure made a pretty nice statue, and its worth quite a lot of money.



I didn't know his tastes were so refined.



Pictured: Azure butchering a legendary creature. Also about to make us more money.



And now comes the time to sell it.

Oh wait screw that. We've finally found someone willing to buy our ridiculous amounts of food. This is the best thing ever.



We were able to make about 1500 dollars with our surplus of food, and in return bought a about 80 units of Plasteel. It's not enough, admittedly, but it's a great step in the right direction.

Maybe I should make multiple farms and make food our main source of income? That seems much safer and more steady than making statues.

Also, guess who doubled their already heug power supply?
Hint: It was us



Oh man, this is a lot of people raiding us...



"Is everyone present and accounted for?" Ghombeat gathered the entire crew together to figure out a plan of defense. Everyone replied in terse affirmation, nervous once again as the threat of death loomed over them all.

"Good." The officer replied. "These guys are smart. They're planning right now, hanging inside the range of our mortars. We all need to line up along our outer walls, and converge upon the ones who manage to break through our barrier first.

"Alright, but what if they try to juke us out and go through the main corridor instead?" Asked Dakota.

In response, Ghombeat grinned.

"Hey, Savannah." He reached into his pack and pulled out a belt lined with about a dozen grenades, crafted from the fortresses machining table. "After seeing your... aptitude with the mortar, I decided I'd make a weapon that you were best at."

The woman's eyes nearly bulged with glee. She took the grenades and secured the belt to her waist with practiced speed. "You're putting me in the corridor, right?"

"Right. They know that we have mortars, but they don't know that we have grenades. If they get in there then I want you to kill them all."

"I fucking love this place." She smiled wickedly, waiting impatiently for the briefing to be over.

"Dakota, Max, you two take point and kill the breachers before they can fire back." The two melee fighters nodded tersely. "Error, Zero, Ghombeat... you take position behind the sandbags and prepare to cover Max and Dakota's retreat." More terseness, more nodding. "Alright, let's move out!"

Although they couldn't see them, banging was coming from multiple different parts of the defensive outer wall. Everyone took their positions and waited, sweating, hearts pounding with adrenaline as they waited to fight for their lives.

But inside the corridor, nearly the entire force surged through the wooden door at once. Using a few others as a distraction, the attacking force aimed to distract the Fortress's defense as they made an attack from an unexpected angle, and it had nearly worked. They began to expertly dismantle the tougher granite door within.

Totally unaware of Savannah.

Oh my god, there's so many of them. She covered her mouth to keep from making any sort of noise, not that she would be heard over the cacaphony of banging tools. There was no time to run back and gather the others to shoot them down here.

So she pulled the pin to her first grenade, and lobbed it through the embrasure and into the crowd of people.

KABOOM!

Flying shrapnel shredded unaware arms and legs, and the concussive blast tore away what still remained. Suddenly there was screaming, of pain and fear and desperate calls of retreat. The crowd of people had been so thick that it had protected some from the blast, and those people hesitated to leave. They refused to leave their allies to die behind them, dizzily struggling to lift the tattered bodies of their friends and make their escape.

Savannah's fear gave way to a powerful sense of unstoppable might. She began to laugh. Who were these cretins, who outnumbered them three to one? They thought they could come and kill her and all her friends? They thought they could erase a year of progress and survival? And why?

Merciless, she threw another grenade.

Another deafening explosion. Another, weaker, round of screams. The screaming faded into quiet gurgles of pain and heavy breathing. Taking a peek, Savannah judged that most of them were still alive, although mortally wounded. She began to laugh maniacally as she reached down and pulled out a third grenade.

It turned to ecstatic cackling as she tossed it into the mess of dying people.

This time, the explosion was the only noise. And it rang in her ears like sweet music.



She had just barely calmed down when the others burst into the room full of cheers and relieved thanks, informing her that the banging had abruptly stopped and that the attackers were running in full retreat. Max was shocked to imagine they had almost flanked their entire group through the corridor. To everyone, Savannah was a hero who had saved the entire Fortress almost single-highhandedly.

But already, the adrenaline was fading. She began to feel terror that screamed beneath her throat, bottled with no way out as she was surrounded by her smiling, blissfully ignorant friends.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Good job dad!

A spaceship exploded somewhere in orbit, and its chunks fell flaming through the atmosphere... crashing through the roof and right into Dakota's room.

He slept right through it.




A large raid of zombies. This is almost becoming routine at this point.



Random update: No need for a pic, but another bulk goods trader flew by. We made another thousand dollars off of the newest batch of corn. This let us get enough Plasteel to make the structural framework of a ship, I think.
If I can do that I'll post pics of the ship's basic frame and show how far we've come...



God dammit. This step is going to be way harder than it was to just make the ship's structure.

Also, Azure's skill at art kind of snuck up on me. His character has a passion for it so he learns twice as fast, and is starting to get pretty good.



700 bucks once an exotic goods trader comes by. Wew lads.



The ship structural component. A band of people who had lived normal lives were now looking upon something from a science fiction world, and they had built it themselves. The thing was already worth 4,500 dollars.

"So about six of Azure's statues." Dakota smirks.

If their current wealth wasn't enough of a beacon for raiders, this ship would become one as well. They'd just have to keep on bolstering their defenses, and they supposed that everything would work out alright.

1. Carving is but a hobby for moneymaking. Food is a need, and in its own way, also an art. The main focus should be keeping our food stock nice and high; give me two indoor farms and a nice large area outside, I'll make sure we've always got plenty of food.

2. We should begin looking into domesticating us some meat. Crops are good and all, and great for bulk, but meat provides flavor, strength, and additional useful byproducts for use or selling, like manure for plant growth, or leather.

3. Savannah is definitely a hero, though let's not forget the greatest hero we've had, and his sacrifice to bring us to even this point: Aquila.

4. Given our current strength, I believe we should consider investigating *that* crypt we found. The dangerous one we decided to hold off until later for.

Edit for #5:

SURPRISE, MOTHERFUCKERS. JUST LIKE ME, AZURE GROWS BETTER AT ART.

This is pretty neat. He actually continues to surprise me in how he resembles me.

Looks like I'm taking the spot of Corgar.

Time to show you guys how to really survive an apocalypse.

Why am I a bullet magnet? Do I also have Wolverine plot armor?

Miniguns don't seem to do much damage per shot. The bullets also somehow avoided any organs though rofl

Also, Azure's latest sculpture :rolleyes:
Look at that price tag though. Superior quality this time too. It's called Curvelike by Suffering


Also, Veir's struggles :(



We have officially researched everything it takes to build a ship... but I wish I could say that was the hard part. I need to somehow gather the resources to build the ship itself.

But still, everyone can feel how close they are to escaping. Maybe in another year they'd be out. All they need to do is keep holding on for a bit longer.

Dear lord, I am suffering inside. I am truly the suffering artist. Suffering, SUFFERING!

HAHAHA what a great character I'm in control of, well best help Cognar in the mines no? I mean that is my original job here, not blowing up my enemies with grenades. I'll calm myself in my work, so that when the next raid comes, I'll be ready. Someone should make me a grenade launcher. Oh I can also help bolster our defenses seems like I'm a decent construction worker as well.

Both my characters make me proud. I am honored for being such a help to everyone. And Azure still hasn't made a sculpture for Aquila yet.