2nd of Septober, Spring, 5510
Considering how well leaving went last time, I don’t want to get my hopes up today.
Me and Von started packing. Filling two pods, took the puppies which haven’t bonded with anyone yet, so I’m hoping they could become good companions and help protect Von Napier when they are walking the grounds. If we have grounds. We don’t even know where we’re going yet.
I wanted to leave in the dead of night, while only Kristina, Speedy and Dougherty were awake, but this morning seems as good as any.
During the night Selma got to bring back Kia, which is sweet. I still remember their wedding like it was yesterday. They had their wedding called off twice because we were getting attacked.
It’s not going to be easy out here, but I feel like our big colony just painted such a big target on our backs.
I don’t even know if I’m going to cut everyone out, or if we’re staying in touch, staying connected. Why is it so difficult to leave people behind?
While we were packing no one seems to pay no mind to it, we send out so many drop pod deliveries every few days that this one doesn’t seem to be out of the ordinary, I guess?
I’m almost feeling guilty, but there’s no way to tell 40 people that you’re leaving that won’t be awkward.
We successfully shot off, we went by another village to trade. Sold the statute Von had made before we left, maybe we should have kept it.
Some strange purple rain has begun falling, I’m not sure what that’s about.
This is a RimWorld character journal, mainly following a pawn by the name of Cannon and their journey as they keep a diary on the rim. This is using a modded game as a source, so some things may differentiate from the core game.
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