new alucard the mighty sticker just dropped
Transphobes make me exasperated
The sheer ignorance of instagram commenters baffles me
AMERICANS? IS ROOT BEER NICE?! I WANNA KNOW
No third option you gotta pick a side
i've always imagined the player being some scary archotech omniscient being that the colonists follow the orders of because at first like... what else are they to do? clearly the voice in their heads has a plan for them, why not listen. and as time goes on you grow closer as the colony develops, not following your orders due to necessity but trust. you've kept them safe for this long, you clearly have their best interests in mind.
that's my take at least.
another concept that I think would be interesting to explore in fic, is What do the Rimworld colonists think of the player?
What are you to them?
You design the colony, and they will build everything you lay out, no questions asked.
You decide what their priorities should be, and even if you make stupid decisions that put their lives in danger, they will follow that order without question.
You can give them a long to-do list, and the only reason they'll stop before completing it (aside from you telling them to stop), is if they physically cannot continue, because they're ready to collapse of hunger or exhaustion. Or are in such a bad mood they have a mental break.
Why are they so willing to obey you? What are you, that they trust you so unflinchingly, and let you dictate their lives?
You are capable of being in multiple places at once, as demonstrated when part of the colony is in a caravan several days' travel away, and yet you can instruct both groups in the same moment.
Time does not flow over you the same way that it does the colonists. There are times where you notice things too late, yes, but there are also times when, the very moment disaster strikes, you have a plan as though you were able to deliberate for hours during the span of a breath.
You have not aged. You were here when the first pod crash-landed, you bore witness as their children were born, you watched over them as they grew into adults, and you were there still, as they reached reached old age. You will be there for as many generations as exist in this land.
What are you?
I sit at my office job 8 hours a day, five days a week, and think maybe I should become a hitman instead.
Guys be safe out there they are using countermeasures 🙏
you're just jealous because they draw me with shark teeth to indicate my rowdy personality
FUCK. honestly just FUCK. We missed a very important day yesterday.
A Dark Souls-like game where the lore for a weapon gets less vague the more you upgrade it. Broken Blade: A brittle sword. You can’t seem to let it go. Unpolished Blade: A cherished weapon from ages past. Polished Blade: You remember something. Bride’s Blade: Your wife’s sword.
nerry
Chursmas
a wonderful gift for me!
i give you...
A BOMB! start running.