Decoration! I had to do a lot of devmode setup to get the anima tree island and sunroof working before the game actually started, so I added crystals and 12 legendary obelisks in a ring around the island for flavor. A raider picked up one of the giant crystals and ran away with it(as one does).
It took a few hours of setup before I was able to turn off devmode and actually unpause the game, but I think it was worth it.
I had always wanted to try a Sea Ice play through, but couldn't see how to survive the early game. So full disclosure: I started as an Archonexus part 2 site. This way I at least started with warm clothes, good guns, genetics, etc. I had assumed the hard part would be surviving hypothermia and starvation, but what I learned is the challenge is surviving the nothingness. Nothing to eat, nothing to build with, nothing to trade. So the only way to survive the early game was to eat raiders, ideally after harvesting their organs. The first 2-3 years were really brutal and started getting better only after deep mining and hydroponics. To answer your question, there must have been 100's of raiders contributing their protein to my survival.
Props to those players whose origin site is sea ice.
My first one was real, started in alpha when animal herds were still gigantic. I then continued way later when solar panels had increased in size and if you scroll down to Flowerville you'll see the end result. I fooled myself into believing there was no cannibalism, but there's clearly a corpse hanging out at the dining table. Anyway, without those big herds it's really hard now, you have to get lucky and get warm clothes asap
Yes, I've seen your base! Amazing that you've kept it going since the very beginnings of Rimworld!
Curious how you got value out of solar power. I was surprised to find that during long stretches of the year there is little to no zero sunlight. I know that's the case IRL, but didn't expect it in the game. So I quickly abandoned solar.
I just kept building panels and batteries to make sure there was always enough power. On my current run I have split the power into three segments so one zzzt doesn't drain all batteries in one go. Panels are expensive though so it makes wealth high, but it's free energy so no resources wasted on electricity
I used 'Performance fish', 'Rocketman', and 'Performance Optimizer' as optimization modes, but even with optimization modes, I only got about 160 ticks, so I had to play for quite a long time.
I played on Blood and dust difficulty (With over 300 modes, the difficulty level doesn't mean much), and the shelves were built using Vanilla Furniture Expanded, LWM Deep Storage, and the 1.5 and 1.4 forks of JDS Simple Storage.
Bugs have terrible armor penetration, so some heavily armed melee pawns are basically invulnerable. Ghouls from anomaly, with some bionics, are also great.
You can also cheese their spawn location relatively easily, or prevent them from spawning entirely if the temp is below (iirc) -17 c.
Eerie 'Diver' Riggs never understood the why or how behind these so-called "Psychite Dreamers." Didn't really believe in this fable they prattle on about endlessly either. Some "Archotech Princess" that lives in the imagination land or whatever. She enjoyed the pyschite tea well enough as she felt the warmth of the brew start to settle in. Near orbit, it's always good to relax before entry. These cats, though? These cats really need to lay off the sauce. Still, they are harmless, and the cultists are genuinely the kindest nutjobs on the Rim.
It has been twelve quadrums since Diver was "recruited" by Organica. The odd part about these people when it came to telling her story? Her crime lord father, her criminal background, or this gang of mercs she runs this ship with... no one seemed to care. It just seemed the natural order of things to these crazies. Almost as if they were just being told what they already knew. They smiled, they nodded, then they smiled some more.
Wondering if being their personal troop transport was worth the boredom she finished the last of the tea. This was odd, the clay lid was blue instead of the usual green. Inspecting the lid closely she could make out an inscription, "Heroic Dose."
Shit.
This is the Dreamer's brew! It must have gotten mixed in with the crew stash. How was that possible? No one else has access to the manifest?! An average psychite tea has just fifty milligrams of the intoxicant this stuff is somewhere around five hundred. There is no way I can land this ship tripping balls. Fuck!
Diver reached for the intercom to call her copilot up to command when the near entry alarm sounded. Panicking she shot up to shut down the orbital decline thrusters. "Too late!", she thought as she was hit like a stack of chemfuel slammed by a flaming muffalo at twenty-five kilometers per hour. The psychite fugue state overwhelmed her, transforming the command room into an incomprehensible mess of colors and patterns. She could only whimper her way into the critical failure pod then smack the big red "safety" button.
Cryofluid seeped into the pod as the autoseat lifted her in. Intercom messages flared every panel in the cabin while the Psychite Dream exploded into view. There was no one left to answer now. She and her ship had dissolved into the surrounding void. Suddenly formless, enveloped by shimmering solar winds spinning towards the galactic core. The galaxy danced, swam, and glittered in every direction. Each star was connected as if she could see webs of hyperspace lanes with just the naked eye. From the endless void, she felt something approaching, something familiar reaching towards her. No... No, there was something else. Something else was watching... felt, wrong.
The solar wind became a golden plasma as it enveloped her. Soft chanting began to thread through the dream. Was this the Princess? Her voice was melodic, beautiful, and deeply haunting. Enraptured by the chant she could not make out the words but no longer needed to. The feeling and intentions were clear. She understood.
"There is no more time. The Mechanoid approaches. You will build my Temple on the Rim. You will welcome all who will come. You, you of all, will lay the first stone."
She awoke from the Dream abruptly jettisoned planetside from the containment pod. Surveying the surroundings, she saw all-too-familiar ship wreckage as well as two other survivors. She recognized her co-pilot Loly who quietly approached and handed her a slightly charred tribal headdress. The same kind wore by the Psychite Dreamers. Donning the headdress without a word as there was no need. She just knew.
Together they laid the first keystone of the Temple Prime.
tl;dr I love this game too much and hope you liked my colony if not my story. Really have enjoyed playing with mechanics and learning how small things like lighting around angles works. I built Temple Prime for the night time view but here is the daytime and a thunderstorm in case you wanted to see them:
Oh I love how you've done the defenses! I kind of want to steal that idea... are the corridors random or according to particular rules? Also I love that the ancient danger is just storage for your animal feed :D
Oh wow, that's terrifyingly organized! I might have to borrow some of the ideas - specifically the sheer amount of orbital trade beacons - for my current trader run. Somehow it hadn't occured to me independently that I don't need my trade goods to fit into one room...
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