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wizard college is going to kill me I swear to god. I just saw someone without a component satchel reach into their pocket and pull out a handful of LOOSE tapioca to use as a substitute for blood in their fell ritual. and it worked. I've never been so fucking mad.

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?

Random thought: SSC is probably like, absurdly low-key ableist

I think Death Bed is going to need a LOT of play testing

Hey how’s it going? I like your tower, it’s very damp. The locusts are coming. It’s not my fault. Cool hat btw.

hey thanks, i really apprecia—wait what

it was funny

(checks latest posts)

...so have you recently been thinking about Men?

:p

My aro ace ass will say yes tentatively. One friend in particular

me: *grabbing a soda while visibly spiraling*

my dad: y'know your medication is the thing making you anxious right. it does that. it's a stimulant.

me: *stares at him akwardly for like four seconds* oh yeah i guess that makes sense

weird how sometimes just getting told why you're freakin can stop you from freakin

"I do think the 'hot temper' Truth will apply to threatening to kill a 14 year old."

HAHA

SOMETIMES I ACT SAD BECAUSE IT MAKES THEM UP MY DOSAGES

RIDE THE FUCKING LIGHTNING !!!

DIE A DEATH ETERNAL !!!

Meanwhile, back in Lancer...

We have established that HORUS is basically a mixture of Space 4chan and Space Kiwifarms. A bunch of Chronically Terminally Online anonymous dickheads who "ironically" embody all the worst Galaxy Brain memes that exist, have ever existed, and will never exist. This is known, yeah?

This, to me, implies the existence of a Space Something Awful, and the real reason HORUS exists is because Space Lowtax probably banned Four-Dimensional Paracausal Space Anime Porn or something.