Wizard College Is Going To Kill Me I Swear To God. I Just Saw Someone Without A Component Satchel Reach

you just hate me because of my beam attack

i've always imagined the player being some scary archotech omniscient being that the colonists follow the orders of because at first like... what else are they to do? clearly the voice in their heads has a plan for them, why not listen. and as time goes on you grow closer as the colony develops, not following your orders due to necessity but trust. you've kept them safe for this long, you clearly have their best interests in mind.

that's my take at least.

another concept that I think would be interesting to explore in fic, is What do the Rimworld colonists think of the player?

What are you to them?

You design the colony, and they will build everything you lay out, no questions asked.

You decide what their priorities should be, and even if you make stupid decisions that put their lives in danger, they will follow that order without question.

You can give them a long to-do list, and the only reason they'll stop before completing it (aside from you telling them to stop), is if they physically cannot continue, because they're ready to collapse of hunger or exhaustion. Or are in such a bad mood they have a mental break.

Why are they so willing to obey you? What are you, that they trust you so unflinchingly, and let you dictate their lives?

You are capable of being in multiple places at once, as demonstrated when part of the colony is in a caravan several days' travel away, and yet you can instruct both groups in the same moment.

Time does not flow over you the same way that it does the colonists. There are times where you notice things too late, yes, but there are also times when, the very moment disaster strikes, you have a plan as though you were able to deliberate for hours during the span of a breath.

You have not aged. You were here when the first pod crash-landed, you bore witness as their children were born, you watched over them as they grew into adults, and you were there still, as they reached reached old age. You will be there for as many generations as exist in this land.

What are you?

I like the idea of killing a necromancer stopping his skeletons from attacking you not because a spells broken but because theyre not getting paid anymore

Fuck zodiac signs, which of The Five Voices are you in your friend group?

He drinks a whisky drink (action) he drinks a vodka drink (bonus action) he drinks a lager drink (hasted action) he drinks a cider drink (action surge)

Scientists have just discovered some rocks at the bottom of the ocean can make oxygen... and they do it in complete darkness!

These aren’t magic stones, they’re polymetallic nodules, potato-sized metal lumps packed with manganese, cobalt, and nickel.

But here’s the twist; when seawater flows over their surfaces, they generate tiny electric currents that can split water molecules into hydrogen and oxygen. No sunlight, no photosynthesis, just deep-sea chemistry creating breathable gas in the pitch black.

This “dark oxygen” could explain how deep-sea creatures survive in low-oxygen zones far from the surface. What's even wilder is that if this can happen on Earth, it could be happening right now in the hidden oceans of Europa or Enceladus, two icy moons that scientists think might host alien life.

fun fact: your Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy investigator can be forklift certified!

Transphobes make me exasperated

The sheer ignorance of instagram commenters baffles me

maid you look