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Updated teh Red List. Might have missed sumthin' (just post a link to your initial sign and I'll fix it). As I stated before, we will skip through unconfirmed recruits until they post confirmation. Also, feel free to change yer char/gender/avatar/whatever.
Finally managed to make dat phat mod list working, goddamn piece of--
Had to exclude a few minor mods and rearrange the whole stuff. ANYWAY, it has begun! The screenies are uploading, the text is being written. That reminds me, I need more whiskey.
While editing some screens, I suddenly realized that I never posted the old team's stats at the end of Season 1. This stuff might be fun to compare.
So, there you go - KKK right before the deer invasion:
Fuck, why didn't I see this earlier? Welcome back, Grimwulf
Like in the previous season, I'm reporting for duty as a smooth apparently Spanish cook who's secretly a CIA spy trying to gather information on the KKKolony and possibly sabotage it if it's deemed to dangerous. And who will undoubtedly just lose his goddamn mind and self-confidence after unspeakable hardships and humiliations in the process if he lives long enough.
Portraits:
Did you know potato omelette is the most popular dish in Spain? Surely that will be more than enough to earn those silly Kommies' trust
(Obviously a male Kolonist with decent skill in cooking and melee is ideal for the optimal BrazzersCook experience, but I don't mind finding some portraits for a female and melee isn't that important, so if you just need to send a defenseless woman to the kitchen it works for me)
I would kill for a chance to bash something right now.
That's the spirit, Kalin. Speaking of spirits, where did I put that bottle..?
*stares at lacgirl's butt*
Someone's getting desperate, eh?
Hmm? Nah, it's not that. It's about the motion - do you notice that rough shake-up every now and then?
... Maybe?
I think I left a candle inside lacgirl. Oh, well. Gotta craft some more.
PRIVATE GREENBUTT! You're falling behind! AGAIN!
A moment of respite, Kommissar Wulf!
In your dreams! Kalin! Some of my men desperately need motivation. You know what to do.
I want my fucking bonus, Grimwulf. Yesteryear!
I used to think Head of Hydrus continent was a tough place to live until we settled over here.
This place is so much worse.
I remember the day our boat finally reached these shores. Making it through the ocean inside that rusty vessel is a miracle by itself. Hell, we were so happy back then! Settled in a nice reclusive spot, even started rebuilding KKK.
Until that cursed night the Red Party attacked us. They came from nowhere, burned the whole place down - we couldn't even fight back. We were all so drunk and unprepared. Gregory Slavmen was killed, Kalin and lacgirl heavily wounded - it was pure chaos! Can't really remember the details, mostly because I was hiding in the vodka cellar. But it was chaos.
When I came outside, everyone was gone. Right in that moment I made a manly decision - to wait. And so I waited.
Weeks later, Grimwulf and others returned. They didn't care were thrilled to find out that I am still alive.
Anyhow, we burried Gregory Slavmen under a snowman in his honor and moved on. Azira convinced us that it's safer on the road, that there is no point trying to rebuild KKK. Kalin didn't mind either - he was hoping to find a "tresur vault or someth". Lacgirl didn't argue - she never argues with Azira. My arguments fell on deaf ears. As for Grimwulf, well...
Grimwulf is comlicated.
I need a flask of muffalo semen! Anyone? Komrades?
Nah, we don't have any. Any other ideas?
He didn't talk to us for weeks. Just followed us whenever we headed, while talking to... someone? Or maybe himself?
Anohow, one day he roars that we mus take the NE road and this is a direct order from the Kommissar. Again, nobody cared - you can scavenge abandoned settlements pretty much anywhere. That was a mistake, naturally.
The moment Grimwulf reclaimed leadership our sedative stroll turned into a DEATH MARCH. We're spending 14 hours a day walking, an hour or two fighting raiders, about 10 minutes eating canned food (which tastes like feces and smells worse).
No explanation followed. Grimwulf only says that we must hurry up.
My legs are killing me.
How did it come to this?
This life of endless marching and degeneracy killed my interest in so many things. Except for the deers. Fascinating creatures.
I miss my home world and my family.
Miss my university and friends.
Grimwulf keeps saying I'm worthless and least productive member of KKK. But it isn't true! I love honest labor!
I just think that we should have healthy working hours. Two, maybe three hours a day. Human body is limited, after all.
If we push ourselves too hard, it will affect our appearance. Good looks is important. My momma always said I'm pretteh.
Was going to add something else, but my hand is shaking. Is it just me, or it's THAT cold outside?
You there, woman!
Yes, Kommissar Gri mi mi?
Bring. Me. Glory.
Tee-hee~ I will.
That is all. Keep marching.
I am a certified empath. I can read those simple people as leaflets.
Take Grimwulf for exapmple. What should you know about Grimwulf:
He didn't change much since we left the old continent. Some skills degraded a little, naturally. Especially his construction expertise. But he became a better leader and warrior. Even though we hate him at times, it was Grimwulf who led us through the deer apocalypse.
He is a decent person, albeit a demanding one. I think it's somehow connected to Grimwulf's childhood. He spent his early years in a backwards communistic Industrial world, Second Soviet Union or smth like that.
Still better than Grimwulf's adult years, I guess.
Such a life leaves no place for happiness. Never saw Grimwulf in good mood.
And yet I trust our Kommissar. He is a most compassionate man. He cares about us. He wants us to live long and meaningful lives.
Maybe that's why he is the lifelong leader of this group.
Are we there yet?
Are we where? Do you have any idea where we're heading?
Following Grimwulf?
Further north? Got it. GWA HA HA, damn. That's a good one. Awright, my turn! So, a Polish couple comes to Israel...
Such a leader of men, eh?
*sigh*
Azira and Kalin. Hate them both.
Azira is a sadistic serial killer!
Once I witnessed a cold-blooded murder performed by Azira during a surgery. Poor girl Sparkels suffered so much.
Of course the orign of his problem lies in the childhood. It's always about childhood - first thing you learn in Empath High School.
I've been around KKK long enough, but I still can't figure out why is he our doctor?
He's only getting worse in medical profession.
In fact, the only thing he keeps getting better at is sniping.
Azira is a one-man-army. He annihilated entire divisions of deers back in the old continent, all by himself and a trustworthy sniper rifle. A pity Grimwulf sold it for two bottles of vodka.
Right after losing his favorite rifle, Azira began drinking even more. He has some real issues with alcohol and drugs.
Alcohol changed him. Sure, Azira has been a little off since forever.
But now... He is different.
Kalin, on the other hand, didn't change much since the deer apocalypse.
As we struggled for survival, he crafted bows and stone arrows. Turns out, he is pretty gud at it. No surprise he got quality survival instincts, considering his childhood.
Kalin is probably the only member of KKK who feels at home here. The job is pretty much the same he used to have before.
Puch faces first, ask questions later. That's Kalin. Hell, I never saw a man rushing for melee combat against a horde of deers.
Even when he was completely surrounded, Kalin didn't give up, bashing skulls and roaring curses.
He would be a great man, if it wasn't for his... peculiar ways of communicating with others.
Alas, as years passed his natural hair color began revealing itself. Who would have thought he isn't blonde?
About a year ago Azira accidentaly cut Kalin's gorgeous pigtails during routine kneecap exam.
Black hair, no pigtails, and an eyepatch, of course.
Kalin is no longer a beautiful man.
AAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Would SOMEBODY shut that shriekin' banshee, for fucks sake?
What ails you?!
*mumbles* I hope she didn't find out...
Daddy, haaaalp!!
It's just a spider, sweetheart. He can't do anything to you that I haven't done before.
Some big-ass spiders lurking around here. Never seen those back in the old continent.
*running away, screaming*
lacgirl is a special case.
Grimwulf keeps her around for some reason. She is capable of many things, proficient in none.
She used to be a decent medic once, or so she says. But in a true communistic society a woman cannot be a doctor. That's Grimwulf's wisdom, not mine.
I don't know her biography in details, but she must have had a fucked-up life
Lacgirl is dangerous and rapey.
Fortunately, she fell for Azira and not for me. Now she never leaves his side.
Azira doesn't want any relationships, except for man-and-his-alcohol relationships. He only makes lacgirl suffer.
Which she dosn't mind. Ever since she "lost her baby", lacgirl embraces suffering.
A special case indeed.
*takes a sip from his flask*
What are u drinkin'?
Not sure myself.
Let me figure it out for you. *grabs Azira's flask and finishes it in one go* It's goddamn water.
Oh? Oooohhhhh. That explains the unfamiliar taste.
Kommissar Grim Wolf?
WHAT?!
Since I am the one who carries all our food supplies and ammo and... wood... for some reason... I can't help but notice we're running out.
Running out of what?
Of... everything. Remaining cans of meat and veggies won't last two days.
Maybe it's time to make a stop? I could hunt us a deer or two.
No. We're almost there.
Almost where?
Menino or somesuch. How should I know?
What's Menino?
A settlement. Those cutthroats from the Red Party call this place home.
Hoh? The Red Party? Same dudes who invaded our new colony months ago? Those who killed Gregory Slavmen?
Aye. You've been very helpful that day, by the way. We really needed someone hiding in my vodka cellar. Would be EVEN BETTER if you kept my vodka safe, not DRINKING IT ALL UP!
The warband that attacked us lives in Menino. And we know that how?
Your brother told me.
... My brother is dead.
You think I don't know that? I'm not crazy. AWRIGHT, we make one last stop.
Tomorrow it's VENGEANCE TIME!
That's how I ended up here, finally getting a chance to write it all down.
We cannot survive this. Our ammunition is running out, our gear is old and weary, even our minds are failing us. This might be my final night in this world.
So hungry. I wonder if we still have dog testicle shashlik left?
Next morning.
GOD FUCKING DAMMIT, where is all the food? WHO ATE ALL THE CANNED MEAT?!
*sweating profusely*
Calm your tits, Kalin. Almost there.
*steps into the mud* Yep, definitely here. End of the road.
Head for dat abandoned building.
KOMRADES! At ease.
Fucking finally.
*pops a beer bootle*
Gear check. What we got?
A rifle with one-two-three-four... Five rounds. An armor vest. Six bottles of beer. *drinks up* Five bottles of beer.
Dat rifle is pretty gud, though.
It was. 80 years ago.
Grimwulf, we salvaged our weapons from a long-forgotten bunker in middle of nowhere. Sometimes I think we'd be better off with bows and arrows.
Your opinion is very important, Azira. Kalin, what you got?
A trusty hammer, a shoddy RPG-7 and one last frag.
I don't think it's a good idea to use it, Grimwulf. It might blow us all up. If shit goes haywire, I'm sticking to my hammer.
Lac woman?
A have a lot of surprises, tee-hee~
Where did you get that molotov?
Borrowed a bottle from you last night. Added some love.
Great. Now SOME of us might die sober!
Don't be so grim, Grim. Still have a scorpion with 30 or so rounds.
*Grumbles* Women and their nasty-ass annoying fucketies... PRIVATE GRENNBALL!
MO-HOH?!
Show me what you got in that backpack!
W-wood?
May I drop it now? Puh-lease?
I'll think about it. Damn. No supplies left at all. You'd better not get shot OR hungry today, men - that's an order!
We'd better go elswhere. Face it, Grimwulf - we got nothing against a fortified settlement.
Not true.
That grenade should still work, methinks. Also, six 12 gauge slugs for my trusty Saiga.
Oh, come on! It's falling apart!
Kalin's right, no matter how ridiculous this sounds. Do we even have a plan?
We got Stonecutting, Electricity and some medieval techs. Other than that, it's yer regular tribal start with a bit of scavenged modern weaponry. Low ammo and horrible condition makes them a one-time thing. If we survive this, we shall throw them away for good.
Idk if you can mine on their map a long corridor that has max range for your weapons should cut down at least a couple, it really depends how lethal they made the combat with the mod.
I mean send a couple shots lure them into a long corridor with 2 entrances one at the front and one back one have someone with the RPG on a flank wait for them to bunch at the entrance and fire away then run back into long tunnel to cover.
It really depends what AI changes they made and how the AI decides targeting priority.
So, what are you waiting for? Prep work ain't gonna do itself!
Command me, master!
You, come with me. Kalin, you too.
Where?
Hush, no questions. Azira, you stay right where you stand.
Whatever you say, boss. *pops another beer*
PRIVATE GREE-- fuck, you're ugly-- get your miserable self outside and gather some berries! *walks outside with Kalin and lacgirl*
Hhuurrrr. Doctor Azira, may I have a beer too?
Sure thing, Ryan. Sure thing.
Well? The fuck are we doin' here, Grimwulf?
Preparations.
You are lying on the ground doing nothing.
Wrong, I am preparing myself. Mentally.
Me too~
You, on the other hand, have small game to kill. Rats, squirrels - everything goes, really.
Do it yourself!
Using my bare hands? Or maybe you want me to shoot a fucking Saiga, so that the liberuls know we're here?
Not to mention the waste of ammo.
Do it, Kalin. You look rusty, some practice will do you good.
RUSTY?! *hammers the poor rat like an absolute Thor*
Is THAT what you call RUSTY??
Behold! The glorious ratkiller has returned!
Can I call you The Exterminator from now on?
Only if you want me to exterminate your insides, bitch.
Strong. Brave. Moderately useful. That's what you've become under my wise leadership, Kalin.
Fuck you. Both of you. *hammers the squirrel*
*takes dead squirrel and walks away*
*bumps into Kalin* Oh. Excursre meh. Must have had have dropped my... What I was saying.
Azira, are you DRUNK?!
No more than dat squirrel. Heh heh heh, awwww. Look at him. He fell asleep.
This squirrel is DEAD, you dimwit! HAMMERED OUT OF THIS WORLD!
Eh, he'll sleep it off. I need a short nap as well. See ya, Kalin.
One hour later.
Tell me about your mother, Shrek. Did she cry after giving birth?
Don't they all?
Out of joy, not out of horror.
Hoh? Whaddyou mean?
Cut the chat, make your limbs useful!
Do you plan to fortify this place, kommissar? Lure them into a trap?
Not really a trap, but... Gonna need an extra hand with the embrasures. AZIRAAAH!! Where is this slothful bastard?!
Soooo... drunk. *hic*
Also, where did all those empty bottles of beer come from? Can somebody clean this place up?! Where is your dignity, people?
Dignity? Look at Shrek, mon kommandante~ Does this creature look dignified to you?
My life is pain.
Awright, woman - you'll be helping me out with prep work while Azira is gone. Gotta take down some wall sections, build emrasures, put a column here, two doors over there...
Hours later.
I fucked up.
How so?
Azira! So NOW you return?
Missed you too. So, what seems to be the problem?
Removed some flooring for extra granite. Turns out, there is no solid ground underneath. How in the..?
Fuck my Soviet life. ALRIGHT THEN, change of plans. This goes here, this go there...
Looks like you could use a hand.
I could use a berry or two. DAMMIT, PRIVATE! Didn't I tell you to go gather berries?!
Huuhhh-Ieeeyyaahh
Are you trying to invoke Berry Jesus?
I-I CAN'T!
*chuckles* That's a whole new level of useless.
GIT OUTTA MY SIGHT!!!
*lowers his head in shame*
I'll do it, kommandore! I'll find some berries for you AND for daddy~
You have my permission, woman.
Hours later.
Any luck?
*chewing berries* Ummm, found a couple?
Better than nuthin'.
Later that night.
WORK, DAMN YOU!
Almost done. Gotta do the back door and make it a sturdy one. Need more granite. Azira, lactosiosa - some help here!
Two hours later.
Awright, done. Finally. Tomorrow we'll start sending scouting parties and go on a full guerilla warfare. If shit goes wrong, we'll retreat to this hideout. It's well-fortified, don't you think? HEY, are you all asleep?! Goddamn lazy bastards.
Can you hear that, Grimwulf? Listen.
Hmm? Why, yes. Distant voices. I'm used to that. After all, you ghostmongers keep buggerin' me every day.
Something isn't right.
I agree. I don't like the sound. Seems like the voices are getting more numerous.
Indeed. They are preparing an assault.
RED ALERT! RED ALERT!!!
Holy shit. *Kicks Kalin* Wake up! *bitchslaps hello friend* Wake up! WAKE UP, EVERYONE! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!!
Go to hell! I'm starving. Can't fight shit while starving.
EAT A DAMN SQUIRREL then - that might be your last meal ever!
...
I'm dead serious. You have 10 seconds to get your shit together. If you follow my orders precisely, we shall make it thru. I got this!
WELL THEN, guess I'm gonna eat a squirrel.
*Gnawing on dead flesh* Yyyuuuurgh
PRIVATE GREENGO, get yer vomit-colored butt outside! Keep walking until you see them, then give me a call.
B-b-but
NO BUTTS FOR YOU!! In order to win this, we gotta give it our best. The thing YOU do best is running away from danger. And that's exactly what I need you to do this night.
Huh..?
FOLLOW KOMMISSAR'S ORDERS, YOU FREAK, or I'll kill you myself!
Tee-hee~
Azira, grab the medicine and keep it ready. There will be blood, gore and death this glorious night.
What medicine? Oh, THIS?? Riiiight. *mumbles to himself* That's just peppermint for making mojito...
ARE YOU FINISHED YET, KALIN??
Fuck you, Grimwulf! Fuck you sincerely! YES, I'M FINISHED! The power of dead squirrel now lies within me! I can already feel it, tearing my stomach apart!
Good. Now hand Azira dat RPG-7 and go guard the entrance. Pronto!
I don't expect you to bash 'em all to death, Kalin - I know you're too incompetent to do that - your task is to win some time for us. Once they pile up, I'm gonna blow them with a hand grenade. Now. Azira!
What?
You're our best shot. Make that rocket count.
*mumbles* I'm also drunk. Wait. Wait! IT'S NOT EVEN LOADED! FUCK'S SAKE, KALIN!
You didn't expect me to carry around a loaded RPG-7, did you?
Shit, shit...
*psshhh* Uuhhhh, guys..?
Guys. GUYS!!!
Almost...
H-h-hurrrr-HURRY IT UP!
DONE!!
*Aiming*
No rush, Azira. Wait for the right mom--
*whooosh* Heh heh, ka-boom.
... Motherfuck--
What a glorious waste of rocket.
*grabs a sniper rifle* I ain't done yet.
I love you, daddy~
Hold yer fire, woman. Azira, snipe those fuckers with longbows. *psshhh* PRIVATE KAMIKADZE, THROW SOME INSULTS AT THEM AND RUUUUUN!!
Uuuuhhhhhhhrrrrrr... HURRRHG *lifts ups the robe, showing off his private parts to the approaching army*.
I wish I could unsee it.
It worked, though.
*running for his life under the barrage of bolts and arrows*
*shoots and misses every time* Shit, fuck!
GODDAMMIT, AZIRA! Did you ABSOLUTELY HAVE to git drunk before the battle?!
It's the fucking rifle! If only you didn't sell my favorite one, Grimwulf!
*rattata* Got one!
GODDAMIT, WOMAN! I told you to HOLD YOUR FIRE! Now you drew their attention! FUCK!
A MILF is flanking us, Grimwulf!
I got this. *fires Saiga*
Feel the power of communism.
*psshh* huff, puff, they are catching up on me!
*psshh* Just don't stop, you stupid! Over.
*bang* That was my last one, Grim! Out of ammo!
Grab a molotov from lacgirl and wait for my orders.
There you go, daddy.
Tanks. *an arrow whooshes right in front of Azira's face* SHIT!
Farkin' hell, their bows and even crossbows outrange us completely!
Everyone, keep your head down and HOLD YOUR GROUND!
One hour of INTENSIFIED COMBAT later.
Fuuuuuuufgh haaaaargh *spits, gasps for air* I can't run anymore. Grimwuuuullfffff!!!! *drops down*
Meanwhile.
*Swings his hammer* DIE, CITIZEN!
*throws a molotov* GOTCHA!
Except they are SURROUNDED BY WATER, AZIRA! GRIMWULF, YOU FUCK! SHOOT THEM!
I'M EMPTY, DAMN YOU!
*reloads her gun, adrenaline rising every moment* I have to save my men. *rises up to embrasure only to catch a flaming bolt in her lung, abrupting her breath and setting lacgirl on fire* AGHhh..?
*swings the hammer, loses his balance and falls* Fuck! *watches helplessly as the man rises his sword to finish off Kalin*
*SUDDENLY, a burning lacgirl throws herself between Kalin and the swordsman. There is a crossbow bolt sticking out of her lung. The sword falls on her head, instead of Kalin's, but Kalin immidiately gets up and couterstrikes the swordsman. Both lacgirl and the swordsman drop dead*
*opens the door the same moment*
IT IS NOW OR NEVER, GRIMWULF!
*swings his hammer violently at the swordsman in front* WE ARE ALL GONNA DIE HERE!
COME ON! THROW THE FUCKING GRENAAAADE!!
Get down, Kalin. *One simple motion of hand, followed by a blidning flash. All sounds are gone, except for a slight ringing in the ears. There is a smell of smoke and burned flesh. A lot of burned flesh.*
Kalin! KALIN! *tries to help Kalin stand up, fails* Come on, damn you!
*opens the back door* We have to escape! NOW!
KALIN! *bitchslaps again and again* Stand up, damn you! The plan has failed, we have to get out!
*gets up with significant effort* As soon as it's over... I will have my fucking bonus.
FUCK, it's too late! We are surrounded!
Fall back, FALL BACK!
*Runs towards the door, then stops all of a sudden* You know what? Fuckit.
*ROARS like a thunder god* I AM KALIN, SON OF KALIN FROM SOL!!! AND I WILL FUCK YOU ALL, HHHRRRRAAA *smashes the poor thing's face in just a single wild swing* WHO'S NEXT? WHO THE FUCK IS NEXT, YOU MAGGOTS?!
And that was the moment of morale failure.
Are they running away?
Holy shit.
We did it.
WE DID IT!!!
*drops down on his knees, shaking*
You alright, men?
Physically? I'm fine, a few minor burns and scratches. Almost caught a flaming bolt.
Mentally? Not sure. Not sure at all.
Kalin?
... My left foot feels funny.
*hands shaking*
It's alright, men. We made it. We made it.
Lacgirl and Ryan didn't.
So? People come and people go. No point in thinking about it.
That's dark, Grim.
Anyway, it's the three of us versus the world. Just like the old days.
Why?
Mm?
You tell me why, dammit. We came all the way here, lost some of our people, nearly got killed ourselves - why? All for revenge? In the name of Gregory fucking Slavmen?!
It's not about revenge or Slavmen - who fucking cares about Slavmen - It's about retribution. My message to the world and all those who think they can FUCK with KKK. Would you rather spend your life on the road, Kalin? Hiding and scavenging for survival?
Well, you've sent your message all right. Now what?
Like you said earlier this morning, Azira. It's the end of the road.
Meaning?
We arrived at our final destination. Welcome, komrades.
things went pretty well! only the useless people died, and what doesn't kill you only leaves you physically broken and mentally scarred, so the others will be fine. besides, construction involves a fair amount of peasant death via accident or overenthusiastic "encouragement" anyways, so if anything by acquiring these magnificent dwellings you've come out ahead.