Month: November 2020

Day 3: Packing

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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Day 2: Poor Ralph

1st of Septober, Spring, 5510.

Ralph is my precious donkey. He’s been with me for as long as I can remember.. He was ravaged by Garza while they were performing a standard procedure, giving him a peg leg instead of his broken hoof. I was hoping it would help him walk better and be generally happier.

He’s been a bit weak since we tried to fix his bad back with a new spine. I didn’t know the doctor was going to give him a simple prosthetic. I thought he could get bionics, like the other animals around here. It seems like donkeys are beneath the bionics makers. IF THEY CAN DO IT WITH HORSES WHY NOT DONKEYS?!

Yes, I’m upset. I wanted to make life better for Ralph, not worse.

Anyways, I’ve had enough of this place. And since Camaban broke up with me, there’s nothing really tying me and Ralph to this place any more, except for my best friend. I asked Von Napier if they would run away with me, they said they had a project they wanted to complete first. Apparently divine inspiration only lasts for so long, and I’ve always loved the art they create, so I can’t say no to that can I.

We’re leaving, and I need to start thinking about what we want to bring with us.

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.

If you’re enjoying reading these little articles or stories, consider throwing some support my way: via ko-fi or alternatives. I’m currently trying to cover my student loan debt payments and that will be my goal going forward too.

Day 1: We’re leaving

15th of Jugust, Winter, 5510.

I can’t believe we’re doing this. Me and Camaban have been married for a long while, and yes, we’ve enjoyed it here, we just have this want to build something for yourselves. So, we’re packing up in the middle of the night to leave. We’re going as far away as the pod launchers can take us, and taking some chosen things with us. I’ll let you know more after we’ve landed.

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Tonight couldn’t have gone more wrong than it did. I never expected Camaban to break up with me. While we were packing they told me they this wasn’t working any more, and me killing Nina was the last straw.

I know, I know that I killed their kin, but they attacked us. It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t think they’d leave me over it.

I understand that they are outside of themselves with grief, and I feel bad for what I did, but should I have let Nina kill me instead? It was really me or them.

I’m still at the colony, I couldn’t leave alone. I don’t know what I’ll do now.

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.

If you’re enjoying reading these little articles or stories, consider throwing some support my way: via ko-fi or alternatives. I’m currently trying to cover my student loan debt payments and that will be my goal going forward too.