Rimworld fascinates me, which is why I keep coming back to it. The ultimate sci-fi sandbox, where anything can happen. Let me tell you the stories of my colonists.

The Akame Survivors died after drop-podding themselves into the arctic circle to board a derelict spaceship, only to miscalculate the fuel requirements and die on the sea ice.

Moose Command set up a secure compound in the mountains, fighting snow, darkness, insects and mechs. They starved to death whilst under end-game siege from mechs.

Bleach's Crew were trampled to death by a Zebra herd.

Laughing Coffin were butchered in their mountain lair by a rival murder gang, who used grenades, rottweilers and a mother-♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ bear to smoke them out.

Black Snakes endured horses endlessly copulating in their dining room, before a ravenous insect hive devoured everyone, granting release.

Hellstriders fought Zombies in the Jungle, led by a ruthless cyborg and her lover, a mini-gun medic with a bionic ♥♥♥♥. Predators kept eating colonists, but it proved a favourite tourism spot for the nobility.

The Guilty Sparks fought the odds to set-up a geo-thermal colony on the Ice Sheet. They were led by Blackjack - a crazy bearded devil with twin power-claws for hands - and Box, a beautiful genius who hunted Walrus and fleeing prisoners in her spare time with an anti-material rifle.

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Rimworld is what you make it. Every colony is a story of hope, dreams and even love... being crushed by a hostile environment and a cruel story-teller Gods.