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Sorry for the delay, komrades. I had to make sure Season 3 won't end with another mod compatibility fuck-up on my side. Did my research, which took me some time, but now we're gud to go - you can see the final mod list in OP.
And yeah, I'm still using OP for updating the Red List, the Mod List and the Memorial.
That said, I encourage everyone to check the Red List and make sure your name doesn't have "uncofrimed" status. I've just tagged several volunteers whom I didn't see in the thread for weeks. Since KKK is all about collective decisions and voting, you gotta stay tuned to this thread. In order to get back your "confirmed" status, you can post, rate, send me a private message - whatever suits you. I jes need to know ur there.
As you probably remember, we had an issue with one of the Storytellers, Raul Bison. He has been replaced with ZeRoW.
ZeRoW will be our new Summer Storyteller. The rest of AI cycle stays the same.
Season 3 starts about 30 days since Grimwulf left KKK. You remember that this planet has 15 day long seasons, right? Therefore, it's currently Winter.
And Winter is H.P. Lovecraft's season.
Why am I doing this to myself..?
SEASON 3
Follow me! Move it! *runs towards the river*
You ain't the boss of me!
BUT I AM! Come on, Kalin!
*moving her tentacles as fast as she can, gurgling to the dogs all the way*
Get down! *hides in tall grass* I don't think they spotted us.
*crawls underwater instead, popping in regret she cannot simply lay down*
Now they will get all my lewt!
*observes through her sniper scope several military-looking men jumping off the chopper* I don't think they came back for loot...
*bubbles something underwater*
Hrmpf. The helicopter is taking off..? Again? What were they doing there?
Can we go back now?
No.
Why not?
Wait for it.
Grimwulf, are you gonna listen to a woman or what?
Wait for it...
Oh, fuck you both. I'm going to-- MOTHERFU
Distant BOOOOM
*stands up with a look of hatred on her face*
Seems like it ain't safe to be a commie these days, eh?
Come out, Blobra! Tell her, Azira!
Come out, Blobra.
Are you talking to the dogs again, Grimwulf?
*crawls out on the beach, poppin'*
No point in standing around. Gotta find a place to build Kommunism. Are you with us, Cheetah?
...
The bitch is mind-controlled, Grim. She will follow my lead, so don't bother askin'.
On the contrary - you will follow me.
That's not how KKK works. I am the Kommissar here, all decisions belong to me!
Do you want a good place to set up a base or not? I'll show you the best place on this entire continent.
Hrmpf. *considering the proposition, wrinkles jumpin' all over his face*
Why the sudden urge to help? I thought you sorta tryin' to hate us, but unable to do so.
Take it or leave it - I don't care. This thing is forcing me to stay indifferent.
*apologizing gurgle*
It's not like we have a lot of options.
Fine, show the way, you stubborn wymin. I'd better not be dissapointed! Or else!
Days of walking are passing by. Cheetah is avoiding the roads for some reason and keeps close to that river.
She is a weird one. Mostly keeps to herself, so I have to endure coversations with Kalin instead. Stupid Kalin, lazy-arse bastard.
Sparkles seem to like Cheetah a lot. Stays close to her all the time. Bliblablubb doesn't like that. Or maybe she does - how the fuck should I know? Stupid aliens, tentacle-ridden gurglemongers.
I hate writing.
Almost there. Help me drag that boat to the river, Kalin.
What boa-- oh.
Nicely hidden. And you know of it from..?
I just know things. Are you going to help or not?
Hours later.
Tell me of that place we're heading to. I want to know everything about my new Motherland.
Long ago, when I was a kid, I used this place as a hideout. Rebel age, family disagreements, you should know.
I was raised by a factory.
Oh.
Yeah. Go on.
Nobody knows of it. I never showed it even to those I trusted. It is safe, secluded and very defendable.
What's the catch?
The temperature. How do I put it? It's freezing balls out there.
Several days later we finally arrived. Would arrive sooner if goddamn Kalin worked those oars like a man.
Somehow I got a bad feeling about this.
DAY 1
That's the place. Make yourselves at home.
*ecstatic tentacle throbbing*
Seems like that bear already occupied your house.
This is my private property. *aims her rifle*
Can we discuss it first?
*fires*
GODDAMIT, now she is attacking me! *draws his halberd*
*SHRIIIIIIEEEEEEEEK*
FFFFFFFF-- UNHOLY FUCK, FUUUUUCK!!! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO REPEAT THIS SHIT - DON'T FUCKING EVAR SHOOT YOUR MOTHERFUCKI--
Let's get our stuff inside the house.
At least someone here tries to be useful.
A bit later.
What are you smiling about, creepy bitch?
I'm not smiling. Bimbo makes me do it.
*sadistic pop-pop*
Supply check! I must know what's left after such a long trip.
Plenty of medicine. Hand grenade. Two kn-- wait, where is the second knife?
Mine now. 31 cans of food, 6 military rations.
Not gonna last us for long. Gotta feed the dogs too.
*pops in agreement*
One bottle of vodka and... Demmit, we forgot the beer on boat! That vodka's mine, Grimwulf. Don't get any ideas.
Everything here BELONGS TO THE PEOPLE, Kalin! And I am the one who does distribution!
When will you do your thing, Grimwulf? I want to see a military base full of loyal and competent soldiers here.
I like her already.
Why would I care about your desires, woman? And what makes this place so special anyway?
For starters, you are standing on a caldera of a long-dead volcano.
You might notice ruins of an ancient settlement wiped out by one of the eruptions.
The caldera is full of geysers.
You can turn this place into a fortress. All you need to do is make sure northern pass is fortified...
And then focus on the main entrance across the river.
Armored soldiers won't be able to traverse deep water. And there is just one spot where it's shallow enough to cross.
It looks... DECENT, Grim.
Plenty of space to set up a brewery. I approve.
*intensified thinking process*
Well? Any more questions I will be forced to answer? *throws an angry glance at Bliblablubb*
*ignorant skygazing*
Let's make this rapturous volcano erupting again. KALIN, MAKE YER SORRY LIMBS USEFUL FOR ONCE!!
Fuck you, Grimwulf! I was the only one rowing, and now you tell me--
TO GO MINE A FUCKTON OF STEEL! Woman, chop trees. Me - I'm building shit. Blobra, you... sing some glorious kommunistic song or sumth.
*SHRIEKING HORRIBLY*
... I've changed my mind. Gonna go mind steel - somewhere VERY far from here.
Hommm, can you ask Blibhuhhuh to stop? Please?
Why are you still here, Greenballs? I mean, seriously. Azira is hoping to be resurrected, while Servant seems to take joy in annoying me. But you? What is your purpose?
Maybe I am not a ghost. Maybe I am indeed a part of your schizophrenia.
Aren't we all?
Do you want to talk about it?
Hey, look at lacgirl! Good dog!
Much better than your human counterpart.
Don't remind me, Azira. I can still smell her vomit everywhere I go.
Who are you talking to?
Not you.
*rapid popping*
And definetely not you!
Later that morning.
Need more wood for doors 'n shit. Where is Kalin?!
*wondering gurgle*
Mining steel? As you told him to do?
You call that an excuse? Ur too soft.
*chuckles* Riiight. You might be the first man ever to call me that.
*takes a long evaluating look at Cheetah*
What?
Nuthin'. Git some warm clothes for the love of all kommunal.
Later that day.
*pssshhhh* Kalin, what's your status?
*pssshhh* Hating you. Lacking my bonus. The usual.
Good. Keep me updated. Over.
A bit later.
Care to explain something to me?
It depends. What do you want to know?
I got an impression you were pissed off by the whole Trudograd situation. The way those fuckers nuked the town is something that doesn't sit right in me as well. These people were communists, for fucks sake! What I don't get is why would you care?
I knew this town. It was a young, but promising community. It had a certain purpose in my book. The people who did this-- *makes an excessively hard chop*
I'm not sure Borbo is capable of keeping you tranquil.
*drops the woodcutter axe* Let's make a deal. I will answer your questions, tell you all you need to know about me. In exchange, I want this alien to stop fucking my head.
I would think twice, Grim.
Ummm, I can tell you everything about Cheetah myself. She is young. Apparently, she is a woman. But there is a slight chance--
Shut up, Greenballs! You cannot crack this nut, trust me.
... Am I "this nut"? Or "Greenballs"?
She will turn against us.
How do I know you won't turn against us?
Look, I have a reason to help you build this base, a good reason. If you succeed, your community will inevitably turn into an army. I could use an army right now.
It will never be your army.
Who cares, as long as we fight a common enemy?
... I can't make any promises - it's up to Berbamom. I will talk to her, though.
Fair enough. Where do I start... *sigh* if only you weren't so new to this continent. If only Spigot had a chance to fill you in before he died...
You knew Spigot?
I know everyone, Grimwulf! I am Abigail Murphy!
Doesn't ring a bell.
My father is the second most notorious, feared and respected human being out there. Using his power, connections and intelligence he created an underground organization that is affecting everything and everyone you see. The Cosa Nostra of this Rimworld.
Your father is the second? Who is the first one?
I am.
I run the family business now. Unfortunately, things are not going smooth lately. Competent and reliable people aren't easy to find, while our enemies grow stronger and balder. Hell, I was kidnapped by the Red Party! The Red Party, Grimwulf!
Aye, I know 'em. Killed a bunch of my own people too. Useful people. Calling them "workaholics" would be a stretch, but still.
Luckily, Kalin beheaded that hydra. Without their leader Zeppy, the whole warband will cease to exist. Good riddance.
And yet, it was embarassing - the kidnapping. Having my supposedly-loyal bodyguards turn on me for a laughable sum of silver made me question my approach to dealing with people.
You don't say. Fucking capitalist dogs.
They will get what they deserved, I'll see to that.
Such a pretteh ladeh.
I dunt think she will be happy in a barrack, Kommissar Grim Wolf.
Other than that, she'll fit right in.
You have a cause, Grimwulf. I can respect that. And I do have a cause of my own.
Is it kommunistic enough, though?
To keep this world from falling apart? You tell me.
I suppose we do have something in common. Except, my balls are totally bigger.
From what I saw... Actually, I don't want to think about what I saw. Let's discuss our future goals once we have some roofed houses and warm beds?
Right after I fulfill my promise. BREAGH!
*GURGLE*
LET MY PEOPLE GO!
*GURGLE*
Did it work?
... No.
Did everything I could. Sorry. You'll get used to it. *enters the barrack*
We could use a drink, Grim.
*nom nom* What do you think of her, Azira?
Ehhh, you know I'm slow to trust new people. I say don't push Bliblablubb too hard - maybe it's better to leave Cheetah in her current state. Last thing we need is another Dreaad backstabbing us.
The only thing we REALLY need is Kalin working his ass off!
*psshhhh* KALIN! REPORT YOUR STATUS!
*psh pshh* STILL MINING THIS FOOOOOKIN' STEEL!!!
First day was rather uneventufl. I got to know Cheetah a bit better.
Built me a barrack.
Buit me a toilet.
Engraved it with kommunistic art.
We can start planning KKK at this point, but something has to be done about the temperature. Otherwise even our dogs will succumb to hypothermia in no time.
Later that evening.
Seriously, Kalin?
What?
Are you going to work at all?
Let me EAT, you fucking slavemaster!
You should be ashamed of yourself. Even that woman manages to pull her weight.
*mumbles* She weights less than your brain.
*tries not to shiver*
Cold, eh? You're not gettin' my cloak. Don't bother to ask.
I wouldn't ask if I wanted your cloak, Kalin. I would simply take it.
I'm gonna deal with temperature situation tomorrow. There is a building to the SW of here.
Gonna deconstruct it and use the blocks to build a wall around this geyser.
Natural heat, komrades.
How long do you expect me to sleep in these barracks?
As long as it takes, woman.
Later that night.
*walking outside on her own* I've seen worse times in my life...
It's tolerable. Tolerable... DAMN!
*snoring like a mammoth*
*swearing at Grimwulf like a Kalin*
*STANDING on her bed, while making loud buzzing sounds with all five mouth-tentacles*
I'm starting to understand why would someone blow up a communist settlement...
That said, I encourage everyone to check the Red List and make sure your name doesn't have "uncofrimed" status. I've just tagged several volunteers whom I didn't see in the thread for weeks. Since KKK is all about collective decisions and voting, you gotta stay tuned to this thread. In order to get back your "confirmed" status, you can post, rate, send me a private message - whatever suits you. I jes need to know ur there.t
Sweet, that's my chance to jump ahead of the queue!
EDIT: On that note, let me just amend my RED LIST blurb (if I ever reach the top of the queue)
Skills: Combat role, melee or DAKA!! no preference beyond that.
Personality: True believer in Kommunism and Trotskyist. You can keep the unreliable and flaky part.
Never thought I'd ever say this, but I miss my old barracks. Do you miss Azira's crypt, Bamby?
*nostalgic pop-pop, opens a beer bottle*
I bet you are the only alcoholic alien in existence. It's only logical you ended up in KKK.
*weird burping(?) sound*
Wake up, sleepmonger!
*moans* What time is it?
WORKING TIME!
So cold...
*enters the barracks* Fuck it, I'm not gonna work sober!
A drunk worker is a productive worker. Grab dat beer, Kalin.
What's with the happy mood, Grimwulf?
I was elected as your Kommissar. Again. That's what - four years in a row? Five?
Nobody voted for you, jackass! You want my vote - pay up!!
Urgent business awaiting my attention. We shall discuss it later.
*sigh* I miss old KKK's. Are you going to retrieve my corpse, Grim?
Nope.
Don't you need it to resurrect me?
I don't know WHAT I need to resurrect you, Azira. I have an idea, though...
Tell me.
An experiment of sorts. You keep silent for 33 days. Not a word, not even a hiccup. This will build up energy required to be reborn. After you do that--
Nice try.
I'm serious, damn you! I've seen it in a dream!
You were dreaming about me..?
I was dreaming about you BEING SILENT!
Sorry to interrupt, but I think Kalin needs some motivation. Again.
KAAAAAAAAALIN!!!
WHAT, WHAT, WHAAAAT?!
WORK WITH SOME GODDAMN PASSION!!!
FUCK YOU!
He's motivated.
Good job, Kommissar. Hey, look. Why is Bliblablubb hugging that wall?
Errrmm... Borgo Banana, care to explain what r u doing?
*begins headbutting the wall with all four head-tentacles*
Huuummmmmm, I think she is trying to help..?
By breaking her heads? How does it help?
*finally takes down the wall sections, gurgling in triumph*
Good job, Bip Bop. You r a good plant.
*blushing (maybe? Bliblablubb is always purple, it's hard to tell)*
*yawns* Morning.
Took your sweet-tits time, princess!
I could be more enthusiastic if Bimbo here stops messing with my mind. I feel drugged all the time.
*poppin' in protest*
Hurry up, woman - we need to take down this building asap. The sooner we finish our improvised base, the sooner we can start working on defense systems.
I want to ask you something.
If it doesn't slow down your working speed, shoot.
Back in Trudograd I managed to notice something strange in my sniper scope. An emblem on the helicopter. Like a... spade... with blood and bullet marks?
Hmm?
*turns to Bliblablubb* You've seen it too, right? Through my mind?
*affirmative pop*
*materializes in Grimwulf's headspace*
Oh, fuck no.
*PROJECTS AN IMAGE, INFLICTING HORRIBLE MENTAL PAIN*
FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!
... Grimwulf?
I hate you. Also, I've just seen this emblem and it doesn't look Soviet.
*barking*
HAUL THESE BLOCKS, AZIRA! No complaining!
Even stupid dogs aren't content with your leadership, Grimwulf.
Lunch time.
*nom nom* So... You're mad that someone blew up a setllement without asking for your permission?
Yes and no. I don't know why would any organization want to wipe out unremarkable settlement holding no real position political-wise. But that's not what bothers me the most.
What is it then?
They are professionals, both top-notch armed and well-trained. It takes a huge amount of money - a sum that could not possibly hide under my radar. They are being financed from outside.
What do you mean by "outside"?
I don't know. Yet.
If they are hunting communists, we must set up defenses asap.
And find new recruits. I doubt anyone will simply wander in here, so my advice is building a communications console. I can make a few calls, remind people of favors they owe me.
I haven't made up my mind on whether I trust you or not. Those calls are gonna have to wait.
Don't blame me when you'll find yourself outnumbered.
We got everything we need right here. Working hands, shootin' lazors, and alcohol! Plenty of sweet alcohol!
If you fight your battles drunk, you'll end up like the Red Party.
PHAH! I'm ALWAYS drunk - that's how you prosper in communistic world!
*chuckles*
How do you estimate KKK's chances this time, Ryan?
Hommmm... A year and a half?
Optimistic. NAIVE, even. They won't last a season if they don't start building defenses yesterday.
Come on, Servant. They have doges this time. Huge asset, if you ask me.
HEY, FIND YER OWN PRIVATE SPACE TO CHATTER! Now. One, two three... One hundred and fifty blocks.
Need moar, but eeeeh. It's a start.
Any particular plan?
Sweden, YES!
No offense, Grim, but every time you come up with a project it looks shitty. Where is the brewery?
It's coming. Any more stupid question, like "where is Kalin's house"? HEY, GET OFF ME, FOUL BEAST!
She just wants some attention.
You too, Azira! AND YOU TOO, SPARKLES, JESUS!!!
Meanwhile.
I'm watching yer criminal ass.
That's fine - I'm used to manlets staring at my ass.
Maybe a broken bone or two will teach you some respect?
My mind is being controlled, and I still have no respect for you. I doubt bone breaking will change that, but I dare you to try.
Is THAT what I get for saving your fucked up life?!
Zeppy just wanted a ransom from my father. You could accept a ransom too, but nooo - you wanted a slave girl instead. Screw you.
SCREW YOU!!
Tell me this. You found the sniper rifle and two combat knives inside that crate back in Zeppy's camp?
Yes, along with a note. Why?
I don't know of any arms dealers who have merchandise of such quality.
More questions each day.
Later that evening.
*loud dog whimpering in the disance*
SPARKLES!
SPARKLES, NO!! *draws her rifle*
GET OFF HER!!! *fires*
NOOOOO!!
FUCK!!! *fires once again*
*approaches timber wolf, trying hard not to cry*
You... Killed my last friend.
*brutally cuts out timber wolf's eyes, then ears and tail, then each paw one by one, and only then slices her throat*
*breaks down and cries*
Meanwhile.
GODDAMIT!
Maybe you should ask Bliblablubb to lend a hand-- err, tentacle?
Shuddup. I got this.
No, you don't. Not enough fingers for this kind of job.
You might notice Grimwulf doesn't have a scar on his eye anymore - that's because there is no way to recreate permanent eye damage. You can either roll with perfect eyes, or get rid of them altogether. There is also carcinoma, but it feels like a stretch.
In Season 2 I made a "head scar" for Grimwulf instead. This time I gloriously forgot to do that during char creation, so there we go.
Let's consider that the scar is still there, but it no longer hampers Grimwulf's sight.
Hrmpf. You look like you cried, but you're also smiling. Goin' nuts or sumth?
For the last time - I smile because of mind-raping vegetable.
I'm goin' to sleep. You should work, it's not midnight yet.
There are wolves roaming around. We should take care of them.
I'll think about it. *drops on his bed*
*enters the barracks, panting and covered in sweat* My whole body hurts. I ain't no slave of you.
Where mah fuckin bonus at!? Singulhandidly saves KKK, waddo ah get? No gratatude. No respact. Just big fat nuthin and a buncha rocks to mine.
Would you keep it down, Kalin? It's hard to sleep here as it is. Gods, I need a private room desperately.
An now, littul Angela Bishop wants "her" private room! Hey bitch waddabout MY private place, huh? "Heeey Kalin, no sweats, only been a few years, wait a littul longer yeah? Oh, an haul dat steel while at it!"
*thunderlike snoring*
Shoulda started mah own kolony when ah had da chance...
Oh come on, why do always the useful colonists die?
She worked her ass off, never complained and didn't claim the vodka (that was mine!). RIP Sparkledog.
You think I got 1800 years old because I can simply "die"? I'm a plant, when shit goes south I pop a few seeds and regrow next spring. Just like Azira, amirite?
Can Bliblablubb domesticate and train more animals? This region seems rife with them. A tame Timber Wolf or two would be a nice addition to the KKKolony.
Can Bliblablubb domesticate and train more animals? This region seems rife with them. A tame Timber Wolf or two would be a nice addition to the KKKolony.
Hey, sleepyheads. We are running out of food. Barely enough for a single day.
*tries to throw Azira at Cheetah, but the dog resists*
Are you hungry? Drink. Are you worried? Drink. Are you sad about your dog's glorious death? Drink.
I'm not joking around. This is serious.
Neither am I. *hands a bottle of beer to Cheetah* Try it.
I don't drink.
You do now. That's how you become a kommunist.
Whatever. *takes a big gulp from the bottle*
Huh. Not bad.
Now THAT's what I like to hear. Walk with me, Cheetah. Let's work and talk.
*follows Grimwulf, drinking beer on the way*
So you knew Trudy?
I did. She didn't know me, though.
She used to be my, umm--
Your lover. Do you expect me to say condolences?
Naaah, I'm not beating myself over her death. It's a waste, of course, but no any of that "ooohhh, my poor loved one, what do I do now" bullshit.
*chuckles*
She wasn't beautiful or smart for that matter, but she loved labor. She was a hard-working bear, my Trudy.
Is that what you find important in women? How do they work?
I'd rather say, what are they capable of.
... I see. If you excuse me, I need another beer. *goes back to the barracks*
You again? Still crying over that dog?
I feel better, thank you.
Well, I'M NOT! I know places where labrador meat is considered a delicacy! YOU'VE BURIED A DELICACY!
*drinks the whole bottle in one go* I'm doing whatever the hell I want! *throws empty bottle at the wall, shards flying all over the room*
Great. A crazy drunkard girl. Thank you, Space Gods - you never fail to entertain!
*hic* You r boring. Where is Grimwulf?
Later that morning.
Place the bags closer to each other. Closer. CLOSER!!
IF I PUT THEM ANY CLOSER, IT WILL RESULT IN CREATING A BLACK HOLE!! Jesus fucking Marx!
So. Every time you need to go outside, you'll have to JUMP OVER a pile of sandbags? Good thing Spigot is dead.
Bribrobra is still alive. I doubt she can jump.
Kek, that poor purple thing.
There is a BACK DOOR, you cretins. Done!
I hafta finish the walls, but we're all out of slate blocks.
Use marble. Not as sturdy, but it will do.
It won't look dignified.
Kommunism isn't about dignity. It's about resource management!
Hoommmmmmm, Kommissar Grim Wolf?
Whaddya want, Greenballs?
Cheetah is gazing at you in a weird way...
Hmm?
Hrmpf. Must be my spectacular building technique. You can't help but admire th-- MOTHERFUCKER!
*catches an echo of Grimwulf's swearing* Heh heh heh
I can help.
Stay away. Building is men's business.
That's not what I meant. I can help you. And you can help me.
You're drunk.
Think of all the things we can achieve together. Think of what we are capable of.
I am a Kommissar. You are a Crime Lord. What sort of alliance are you blabberin' about? How does it work together?
Perfectly, Grim. *comes closer* I know you like me. Just say it.
*looks right in Cheetah's eye*
*looks back with an arresting gaze*
Uh oh.
Don't.
Heh heh heeeeh - GO FOR IT!
Awright, let's do it!
*smiles*
Brobra's making you smile again?
No.
Then get back to work, chit-chattin' princess!
Teh Progress is coming along nicely, much to my surprise. Almost done with the fridge.
Gonna need a cooler, but that's not a priority - it's freezing inside anyway.
Bob Bob is making more marble blocks. Somehow.
Cheetah is cuttin' down trees with passion.
Seems like she fell for my unparalleled charisma. Or maybe she's manipulating me into breaking Blob's mental cord.
Anyway, it's all going well - komrades are working hard. Except for Kalin. Goddamn Kalin.
What are you doin'?
Washing meself.
A true man washes himself with his own sweat. You can't sweat if you don't work.
FUCK YOU! I saved this kolony, and all your freakin' lives like a bazillion times! What do I get?! FRIENDLY FIRE AND MORE WORK!! I am THE REASON this kolony still exists - RECOGNIZE!!!
You are carrying out your duties, Kalin - no more, no less.
YEARS, Grimwulf! YEARS without bonus, private house, raise - to hell with it, YEARS WITHOUT ANY PAYMENT AT ALL!!!
*throws canned vegetables at Kalin* Happy now?
Later that evening.
*psh psh psshhhhhhh* Hello? Can anybody hear me? Come in. Over.
Oh, Gods. I hope Grimwulf doesn't answer.
*psshhh* GRIM RECOLLECTION OF ANTIQUE RELICS OF KOMMUNISM SPEAKIN'!
*sigh* We're fucked now.
State you name and declare any connections with capitalism at once! Over.
Alexander Hartwig, private investigator from the Agency.
Whaddya want?
Top Secret Agency business, I'm afraid. I mean no harm, but can't fill you into the details. May I stay at your place for a day or two?
Negative.
*psshhh* Please come along. Over.
Thank you. Over.
"Mean no harm", kheh kheh. Always works.
Meanwhile.
ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND, WOMAN?!
Are YOU out of your mind, Grim?! Did you really want to let him go after revealing our location?!
The Agency are the good guys, right?
Let me tell you about the Agency, my dear Kommissar.
They pretend to be fighting cultists, aliens and "Eldritch abominations". In reality it works like that: they break into your home, find some inane "evidence" to connect you with "elder gods worshippers" and then murder everyone who was unfortunate enough to stand nearby. If this Hartwig or whatever even notices Bimbo, he'll go batshit crazy.
Which gets us back to my initial question - ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND, WOMAN?!
We cannot let him leave this area. Besides, something doesn't add up... *goes outside*
Women. Women!
One hour later.
Huff, puff... Final... chunk...
Happy times - when?! *hauls steel to the base* Whaaa..? *psshhh* Grimwulf?
*psh* This line is for pizza delivery only. What do you want?
There is some weird light on the other side of the river. Can't see what it is, but it's definetely glowing.
We'll check it out tomorrow. Got my hands full at the moment. Over.
Geyser is doing its thing. Now we just need a vent shaft to keep it warm.
I wouldn't use the word "warm"...
At least nobody will freeze to death.
Grimwulf, you need to set up a kitchen. We won't survive on berries alone.
Bitch, you ain't hardcore. Once I ate a dead squirrel and didn't complain!
You did complain, actually. A lot.
I ATE A FUCKING SQUIRREL!
Do you really have to scream all the time?
DO YOU HAVE TO KEEP THAT BOSSY ATTITUDE ALL THE TIME?!
No.
GOOD!
Good.
Later that night.
Tell me you are a good shot, at least.
I am.
I hope so. Every single goddamn member of this kolony goes out of his way to shoot me in the back. I warn you, cold bitch - if I ever catch a bullet from your rifle, I'll rip your fucking throat off!!
If you ever catch a bullet from my rifle, you'll be dead. Sorry to break it for you.
You and Grimwulf were fucking made for each other! Both of you are psychopaths lacking any sense of appreciation whatsoever! In fact--
Shhh. I see someone coming.
The investigator is here.
ZOOOOOM IN!
*knocks on the door* I need to have a word with your leader!
Hrmpf. I'll meet you outside!
Just put a flaming bolt in him, Grim. Kinda low on meat.
We'll see how it goes. *walks outside*
What does the Agency want from us?
From you? Nothing. I never expected to find a settlement here.
Then why are you here?
As I said, it's confidential information.
Don't play tough on me, boy. I can see your soul through that mask.
Can you?
*hears something crawling behind his back* We shall talk in the morning. Make yourself at home, but remember that you're a guest.
Thank you, Kommissar. I will.
*rushes to the back door* Psst! Bilbo! Come on! Quiet!
*surprised gurgling*
*mumbles to himself* Interesting...
You must be Alex. From the Agency.
Indeed I am. And you are..?
Hauling wood. It's surprising to see an investigator acting on his own, especially this far from any major base of operations. You must be good.
My group is camping a few miles from here.
Of course. Who's leading your group? Milton? Andersen?
Andersen.
Lucky you. He is quite experienced.
I hate to break this conversation, but I must scout the area.
Be my guest. I need some rest anyway. See you later.
Good night...
A bit later.
We have a problem.
God fucking dammit, just kill the guy already and LET ME SLEEP!
What did you find out?
His equipment says more than his words.
The agents don't normally wear such masks. They tend to be very picky when it comes to style. It's worn-out too, most likely scavenged.
He's holding AN-94, old pattern. A rare piece.
Only a few arms traders deal with this stuff. They don't trade with the Agency. Barely anybody is trading with the Agency, actually.
Are you saying he is some sort of a deserter?
I'm saying he's not from the Agency at all. He said he's under Andersen's command.
So what? Who's Andersen?
A professional leader of men. Or at least he used to be, until he died six years ago.
Can Bliblablubb domesticate and train more animals? This region seems rife with them. A tame Timber Wolf or two would be a nice addition to the KKKolony.