As awful as Rimworld can be, there’s also some amazing tech that would be great to have. Sure 99% of the planet is some combination of nuclear wasteland, cannibals, Eldritch terrors, ravenous marauding insect swarms and capricious machine god puppets, but my colony is a paradise bastion where each colonist is perfected, given only the taks that fulfill them most, and catered to every need and desire in utmost luxury. Except body purists, but fuck those guys some people simply refuse to be happy.
I feel like I’d totally die of an infected papercut or get mauled by a pack of rampaging Labradors on the Rim, but in the meantime I volunteer for crafting/ research duty!
In my colony, it would never come to that. The medical trainee on duty would amputate and fix you up with a badass bionic spine, kidney and arm the minute the paper cut occurred and probably implant you with some custom genetics while you’re under. But if it did get that far, possibly due to a surgical mishap, we always keep the medicine cabinet stocked with resurrection nanites just in case. As for the Labradors, what’s left of them after the minefield and auto guns, every citizen over the age of 13 is armed at all times with their preferred weapon type and a suit of power armor, so you and your neighbors and the security robots and your faithful alpha thrumbo will certainly be able to handle it.
As awful as Rimworld can be, there’s also some amazing tech that would be great to have. Sure 99% of the planet is some combination of nuclear wasteland, cannibals, Eldritch terrors, ravenous marauding insect swarms and capricious machine god puppets, but my colony is a paradise bastion where each colonist is perfected, given only the taks that fulfill them most, and catered to every need and desire in utmost luxury. Except body purists, but fuck those guys some people simply refuse to be happy.
I feel like I’d totally die of an infected papercut or get mauled by a pack of rampaging Labradors on the Rim, but in the meantime I volunteer for crafting/ research duty!
In my colony, it would never come to that. The medical trainee on duty would amputate and fix you up with a badass bionic spine, kidney and arm the minute the paper cut occurred and probably implant you with some custom genetics while you’re under. But if it did get that far, possibly due to a surgical mishap, we always keep the medicine cabinet stocked with resurrection nanites just in case. As for the Labradors, what’s left of them after the minefield and auto guns, every citizen over the age of 13 is armed at all times with their preferred weapon type and a suit of power armor, so you and your neighbors and the security robots and your faithful alpha thrumbo will certainly be able to handle it.