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.

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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 for this past summer and that will be my goal going forward too.