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If you need new recruits, i am reporting for duty.
Traits: clumsy; clingy; lazy; hates all animals equally; excellent reasoning, especially in hindsight; likes to cook; can shoot passably
Skinar: 5 for a clean conscience
Pacer: 1 until you can recruit someone who can recruit better
Unfortunately i don't know enough about this game so i can't judge the usefulness of the items. Warm clothing for everyone sounds useful though. Are there drawbacks (like in Realms of Arkania, where sleeping bags in the summer increase the chance of infections)? Keeping two high-quality weapons for everyone seem reasonable as well.
The socialist dream was a 2-room-home with access to hot water and a Van-Gogh art print for everyone. Maybe Azira discovers his creative side with painting supplies and books?
Add me as... Saakashvili. I'm sure you know who that is fixation on Stalin and women are a must. Occasional use of Georgian alphabet for inane shit is encouraged )
Codex Hivemind made dem KEY CHOICES:
- execute Skinar;
- force Pacer to work;
- nothing remotely interesting regarding construction plans;
- several curious suggestions on trading.
Gonna play dis day rite now. I'm drunk tho. Tis Friday. Who am I kiddin, I ain't even started yet. First I'm gonna get wasted. THEN I play. TOWMORROH I'll tke a look at the screenshots in contemplation. Come up with womuth resembling a plot. That's how you update KKK men.
Awright, Grim. Kill Pacer, force Skinar to work. GO!
Had to resolve some mod issues again, dammit. Facial Stuff mod updated recently, adding whole bunch of new content (colonists now smile, blink, wink, close their eyes while sleeping and whatnot. Also, this mod decided to mess with hats for some reason, triggering a chain of new compatibility issues. Imagine my surprise upon launching my save and looking at HEADLESS KOMRADES. Ffs.
Anyway, it's all resolved. We look slightly different now - I will adress that later on. There is an option to modify our appearance once we build a face styling bench.
Headgear will be shown outdoors and hidden indoors. Armor bonuses apply even if you don't see headgear.
Eyepatches are now visible on the pawn.
Bunch of other improvements.
Also, for some reason Realistic Darkness mod was turned off when I launched Season 2. Now it's on (lighter version). The nights will be darker (surroundings are still visible), but the lightning will be so much better.
Let's get dis party started - communism ain't gonna build itself.
*listens to the chorus of random voices lurking in his mind*
Grimwulf?
*sigh* Not a single wothwhile opinion on how to build this place. I want to make it classy and Soviet. I want to see wide-ass streets and sturdy depressive buildings of stone and concrete.
A city, then? Not a station or a massive bunker of sorts?
Definitely a city. We'll have to place walls like you suggested in the first place.
I insist on granite.
Naturally. Gotta demolish everything we don't need.
Coz let's face it - this place is uglier than Trudy. You remember my ex-lover Trudy?
No.
Lucky you. Anyway, we're gonna make this section intertwined:
Our temporary base of operations. Once we're settled in, we start building dat city.
Sounds like a plan.
Not nearly enough space for storage.
We'll keep our stuff outside. Why not? As long as it's under a roof.
Our patience is nigh gone.
Trade with us! Now!
Can't a man have a moment inside himself? Jesus.
Need medicine. Something to fight infection, preferably.
We have no doctors or medicine in Miskatonic.
What do you do when your people fall ill?
They don't.
... Huh.
We carry some painkillers. For old muffalos who fall behind the caravan. Ye willin'?
Eh, good enough. I'll buy those painkillers and sell you as much junk as you can handle.
One hour later.
*wakes up after another strike of pain* HHHNNNGGG! Damn. Oh, hello!
Much better already. Someone left a note on the bottle.
Azira! Yer schedule for today:
1. Take the damn pill.
2. Push a candle into Kalin.
3. Kill a prisoner for fun.
4. Get the fuck better.
Eternal Kommissar of Justice and Equality Grimwulf the Greater.
*sigh* Another day in the Kolony. Kalin, are you asleep?
Good for you.
Later that night.
*opens the prison door*
You! What happened?! I could hear horrifying screams of agony from here!
W-what are you doing? HEY! TALK TO ME!
*cuts Skinar's throat with a crude shiv*
FUCK! FUCK!!! *cowering in terror*
*walks outside without uttering a word*
Meanwhile.
Nom nom
Grimwulf, you are supposed to find meds for Azira.
Bugger off, Nelson. That battlefield demands a thoughtful scavenging.
My brother is dying!
BACKPACK!
Which means now I can carry more medicine and food. You remember we don't have food, Nelson? Well, I do.
No need to rush it, Grimwulf. Leave nothing unchecked.
SPARKLES!
Hush! I wonder what else can we find around here?
Later that night.
*psshhhh* Grimwulf, where the fuck are you?! Azira needs SOMETHING resembling medicine! Remember Azira? Our dying friend?! COME ON!!!
Happy times.
*pssshhh* Grimwulf, come in! Motherfucker.
*sad chuckle*
Shut your wormhole! *slaps Pacer hard*
*scrubs his neck* After all these years of surviving against all odds, I'm not gonna die from a scratch.
AZIRAH!
Hey, Grim.
Brought you cookies.
You look very, errr, medieval.
There you go: jerkies, magic herbs, painkillers. Everything you'll ever need to get your shit together.
Much appreciated.
I'm going for a short nap. When I wake up, you'd better look alive! Or else!
I will.
You there, fishmongers. Found more junk to sell while searching through the battlefield.
We're out of silver.
Eh, steel and components will do.
As you wish. *begins unpacking components*
'tis a sad look on your face.
Hrm? Nah, it's nuthin.
How's your friend?
He's as tough as they come. He'll make it.
*examines Grimwulf's eyes for a long while, then simply nods*
Are we done?
Yeah. *walks away towards his bed*
DAY 2
LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU MONSTER!!
Shut up, shuddup, SHUT UP!!! FUCK, YOU ARE PISSING ME OFF!!!
*cries* Why do you people care? The man who came before you just murdered Skinar in cold blood.
Who said anything about caring? You'll end up in Gulag, you whore. *mumbles to himself* Will be nice to supervise proles instead of haulin' crap myself.
Ouch!
That's it, I'm done. Live or die - I'm good both ways. *goes back to the barracks*
*coughs* If it isn't the Devourer of Squirrels himself!
Shuddup and lay still, Azira. Wish that infection would make you mute.
Peppermint doesn't heal infections, Kalin.
How about tasting your own medicine?
You broke my last anal candle yesterday. Cracked it in two with your buttcheeks. *coughs* Quite impressive, I must say.
I hate you people so much... There.
I don't feel any better.
*falls on bed* So tired. A moment of sleep...
WAKE UP, KOMRADES!!!
Not lookin' too hot, Azira. You're not going to die on me, are you?
Hell, I'm not going to die. Too stubborn for that.
That's the spirit.
... But, in case I do, stick me in a sarcophagus, and I'll just rise again later.
*grumbles* Ye lazy-ass parasites only thinking of how to get more sleep and less work.
Later that morning.
Hrmpf, I need opinions here, people! How many shitters do we need?
Two latrines tops.
Are you even serious?! IS IT REALLY THE MOST IMPORTANT MATTER YOU WANT TO DISCUSS RIGHT NOW?!
Nothing can help Azira at this point, Nelson! Let go!
NO!!! Grimwulf! Fight for his life, damn you!
Sparkles is right, Nelson. Nothing I can do. Can we get back to discussing latrines?
I cannot believe you give up on him so easily. How many times did he save your life?
A few times.
A few dozens of times!
It doesn't change anything.
Do you remember the muffalo invasion? You were lying on the ground awaiting your death. Unable to fight. Unable to stand up. All alone and surrounded by hostile muffalos.
Here we go again.
Betrayed by your own people, there was no one there to help you. Except for him.
Goddamit, Nels--
HE KILLED THEM ALL, ONE BY ONE, THEN CAME BACK FOR YOU AND SAVED YOUR LIFE!
It's an infection. Have you ever suffered an infection, having no medicine and no real doctors around, Nelson?
Sparkles. Please.
I have. The only thing I was wishing for back then is to be left alone. To die in peace. Even though it meant pain. Agony.
*sigh*
Your brother had deprived me of such fate. I died from pain and tortures beyond any description. Not only that, he deprived me of peace. I am still here, Nelson. After all these years...
Just... Fuck. Grimwulf?
Is it about latrines?
Don't leave him suffering.
Later that morning.
*yawns* My wounds are healed, more or less.
What about yours, Dr. Drunkard?
*wreathes in pain* Been better, I guess.
Whose blood is that? Why do I always have to live in filthy barracks?
These *coughs* barracks might turn into your very own bedroom soon.
No need to die for that, Azira. I can simply throw you out. Appreciate the gesture, though.
Uuunnnggh. The pain.
I bet you're just faking that infekshun thingy so you can smoke all the drugs for "medical" purposes.
K-Kalin!
Fine, fine.
These painkillers are really good. How come I never tried them before?
Enjoy yourself, Azira. I need some air.
What are you doing?
Cutting down dat tree.
Why..?
For wood. We need wood for shitters.
...
Latrines are made of wood. Remember?
Azira is dying, Grimwulf. Fuck's sake. I... ah. What's the point. *walks away*
THANKS FOR HELPING YOUR KOMMISSAR CHOP DEM TREES, KALIN! Fucker.
Grim. Hi.
Wanna build some latrines? Gonna b fun.
*weak chuckle* Maybe some other time.
Gonna bring you some quality medicine. From the Old Country, no less. You hold on there a moment.
*packing all the merchandise*
So, you're finally leaving?
It's time to head back home. Unless you have another bottle?
My last one. My komrade needs it.
Did your fr- your komrade make it?
No. He is about to die.
Death is not the worst fate of all.
Besides, it is not irrevocable.
*throws an agry look at Dutchie*
*shrugs*
Riiiight. As if I can revoke death. Fucking weirdos. *grabs vodka* As if I wanted to mess with death at all.
*stares at leaving caravan* What if... *clears throat* WHAT IF I DO?!
*looks back*
*chuckles*
BELIEVE.
*the caravan dissapears into the morning fog*
*contemplates*
Oh, so THAT is the medicine from the Old Country?
The best kind of medicine. That's how we used to treat infections. Along with other ailments. *drinks from the bottle, passes it to Azira*
*takes a couple of big gulps* Good stuff.
Reminds me of the old days, before the deer invasion. Remember how I used to brew alcohol from, like--
Everything?
Precisely. *takes another sip, passes the bottle to Grimwulf*
Aye, I remember. The taste was beyond awful, but the RED SPIRIT was there. *drinks* This one, on the other hand, has no taste. A shame.
*grabs the bottle from Grimwulf* You wouldn't recognize a good beverage even if it made you smile for once. *drinks* We've been through a lot, eh?
The crash-landing. The mechanoid centipedes.
The raiders. The deers.
All my mental breaks.
Dreaad.
Fucking Dreaad.
The Muffalo invasion. So many years ago... *tries to lift the bottle, but drops it on the floor due to hand shaking* Fuck.
*picks up what's left of the bottle* It's shattered.
Wasn't that good anyway. *coughs, writhing in pain* Grim. A small request?
*hands painkillers to Azira*
*swallows a whole bunch* Duuuude.
*enters the room* ... He is such a mess.
Yeah. At least he's not in agony.
*smiles, barely conscious* Do it.
... Fuck. Fuck. Do it, Grim.
Finally. Do it.
This Komrade deserved his rest. Do it.
You sure?
*eyes closed*
I'll do it, Grim. Move! *Puts several pills in Azira's mouth* Goodbye.
Grab a pickaxe and get to work, Kalin.
Would you give me a fucking moment here, Grimwulf?
Azira's crypt ain't gonna dig itself. Come on.
*sigh* Fine.
Later that evening.
Done.
Well, almost.
My soul is ready to depart now. I was waiting for this moment for so long.
Sweet dreams, Sparkles. Beware of dem ghost nazis.
Farewell, Grimwulf. May your dream of building communistic utopia come to life one day. I mean that sincerely. *Sparkles fades away*
No point for me to stay either.
Aye, the less of you annoy me for no reason - the better.
My family sacrificed themselves for your cause, Grimwulf. Make sure our deaths were not in vain. *Nelson fades away*
Whatever it takes to build Kommunism, Nelson.
I'm not going anywhere.
A pity.
What are you doing?
Diggin' graves for Greenbut and Lactosa.
Since we're putting Azira to rest, might as well get it over with the rest of 'em.
Are you going to bury hello friend and lacgirl together?
Aye, what of it? *BANGS at Kalin's door* WAKE UP!
WAKE UP, YOU ONE-EYED SLOTHFUL BASTARD! We got funerals to attend!
Later that night.
End of the road, Azira.
... Fuck.
We should say something.
Born a man. Died a komrade.
...
Come on, Kalin. Time to go.
Hard to believe he's gone. After all we've been through.
Don't think about it.
That engraving... Good work, Grimwulf. Really nails the nature of our man.
Thou shalt not worry for Azira. He's in a better place. He's in the great Katorga in the Skies (that may or may not exist), where the fields are green, the heating works and you merely work 8 hours par day . You have not yet won such luxuries, Grimwulf. You have to build. Build a Great City. Remember our dream?
You'll need help. You'll need people. You'll need workers. You'll need sacrifices for the common good.
Don't worry, Komrade. I can feel it, in the air. Many will come. Maybe even someone to replace me, as guidance. Many will see you as a lead...
Caaan't wait. Now shuddup, I've gotta to work. KAAAAAAAALIN
This update warms the cockles of my misanthropic heart. Reminds me of how the Komsomolsk-on-Amur was built in the middle of taiga, with fuck-all for medicine, housing or tools, angry japs across the border, and a shipyard as the only building that was planned for. I suppose this one is going to be built around the brewery, which works just as well.
Say, isn't the water body on the map a river?
'dat engraving, though. May they who died for the glory of Kommunism be remembered through the fear they instill in its enemies!
Nope. Mostly marshes. I know what yer thinking - can we dump our sewage over there? Been thinkin' about it too. Unfortunately, no - it's not running water, so the sewage won't go anywhere. Need another solution.
Until then we stick to latrines. Finally, someone is thinking about latrines.
Nope. Mostly marshes. I know what yer thinking - can we dump our sewage over there? Been thinkin' about it too. Unfortunately, no - it's not running water, so the sewage won't go anywhere. Need another solution.
Until then we stick to latrines. Finally, someone is thinking about latrines.
*mumbles* I have this weird feeling as if I forgot something... Oh, right.
Sorry I didn't show up for dinner, sweetheart. You could use a diet anyway.
*weak moaning* Food. Please. It's been three days.
*devours everything savagely*
So. Why do you keep a corpse in your room?
*chewing* Bffucfk you.
Modern women have no manners. *kicks Pacer, then starts cleaning the room*
*moans*
Mm? You wanna go home? Okay. *opens the door*
Just kiddin'. *shuts the door*
THIS is your home, remember?
One day I will rip your heart out. I swear.
Yeah, yeah, heard that before. Do you wanna know how I lost my eye?
...
A deer took it away from me. Vile, malicious beast. The only thought inside a deer's mind is genocide. The sheer strength and agility of a deer, combined with unsurpassed tactical approach and teamplay, makes it a threat like no other.
What. The fuck. Are you talking about?
THE DEER, YOU BITCH!! WORDS - DO YOU UNDERSTAND THEM?!
*shaking*
*sigh* You're right. Sometimes I sound like Grimwulf. BUT YOU DIDN'T SEE WHAT I'VE SEEN! See you later, hopeless case girl. Mind if I take that body?
*mumbles* These people are fucked in the head. I have to get out!
Need something to lighten up my mood. Where is my fucking raise?
That hammer is so yesterday. Never liked it in the first place.
I should look for something more snazzy. That goes for my outfit too. My armor is fallin' apart.
Can't even remember where did we find it. I mean, ffs, what does M.E.R.F. even stand for? Mining, Eating, Riot-supressing, Fucking? Coz that's my life in KKK pretty much.
Time for good old scavenging. I WILL HAVE MY BONUS!
Later that morning.
*the speech goes on on and on* ... and many others will fall. Don't let it break you. Remember - sacrifices for the common good.
Sacrifices my ass.
Idleness is a crime. Work, Grimwulf. Work and force every able body to do the same.
For there is no greater honour than--
SERVANT, DO YOU MIND?! FUCK'S SAKE!
I'm not your servant!
Gotta make a wash bucket. To wash.
Decided to delay the deconstruction thingy. Got my hands full with other stuff. Meanwhile, the gayish cherry house will make for passable guest house.
Surely we are about to receive a lot of guests. KKK is like a pussy-magnet for tourists. Best place for vacation.
*psshhh* Kalin, whatchyer doin'?
*psshh* Fashion.
You know what's the latest trend in Kommunism? Labor. WORK, DAMN YOU!! Before I smash your leftover eye with my wrench!
Hours later.
*psshhh* Kalin, whatcha doin'?
*psshh* Corpse-fucking.
I deserved a day-off, Grimwulf.
What's a "day-off"? Also, found your hammer.
Keep it. I got a finer tool for performing my duties. *draws halberd, winking at Pacer*
No...
Day-off it is, world be fucked.
There is something deeply satysfying in burying people. I feel so much better all of a sudden.
Right then. POLICE BRUTALITY IS BACK IN AKSHUN!
Need an extra pair of hands, Grimwul?
And here I though I'll have to build dis Kolony myself! Welcome back, you lazy-arse cyclops.
Yeah, yeah, fuck you too. Do we have anything edible left?
Berries.
Better than dead squirrels. *munches berries*
We're out of food. Gonna hunt some game as soon as I set up a butcher table and cooking gear. In order to do that, we need wood.
So grab an axe and help me with dem trees, will ya?
When I close my eye and imagine this tree is Dreaad... *chops* It feels so good. They kinda look alike too, no?
Whatever you say, Kalin. Keep up the good work. Your effort is appreciated or whatever.
What's that ruckus? Can you hear that?
Hrmpf, it's coming from the prison.
I'll go check it out. You keep on choppin', Kalin.
Chop-chop.
HEY!
LEAVE THAT BED ALONE, YOU HEARTLESS MONSTER! What had it ever done to you?!
FUCK YOU! ALL OF YOU!!
Goddamn women on their periods!
YOU HAVE DESTROYED MY HOME, KILLED MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS! YOU KILLED MY BROTHER!!!
*thrusts with halberd* DON'T YOU DARE TO TALK BACK WHEN YOUR MASTER'S SPEAKIN'!
AAAAAAAAEEEER
DAMAGING STATE PROPERTY IS A PUNISHABLE OFFENCE! *makes another thrust at Pacer's leg*
Hrmpf. That's more blood than usual.
She asked for a lawyer.
The nerve!
I know, rite?
Since she doesn't appreciate beds and comfort, we should move her to a more suitable prison block. Besides, I need that building for other stuff.
You heard the Kommissar, convict. Get up!
*cries* Freddy...
A warden's work is never done.
Later that evening.
Cozy.
Dirty concrete floors. Perfect.
Now we're ready to receive visitors.
Once they see KKK, they will stay here forever.
By their own will. Or otherwise.
GOOD AS A NEWBORN CALF!
The Red Party will come for you. You don't think you can simply live here after what you've done?
Let them come. More fun, more lewt.
*psshh* Kalin, grab a chair on your way back. We need more chairs.
Workshop is walled and roofed now.
Looks promising.
Aye. Enough work for today. Gonna munch some berries and go to sleep.
I want a raise, Grimwulf!
You always do. See you tomorrow, Kalin.
*mumbles* Annoying motherfucker.
Moments later.
*Kicks the door open* Grimwulf! Come with me!
What now?
Don't bother asking! Come on!
Can it wait 'til tommorrow? Better yet, can you deal with it yourself?
I've seen some shit, Grimwulf. Warmongering deers, mechanoid centipedes, a man drinking space fuel. Hell, I somehow live and work side by side with you. But this...
"This"?
Just... tell me you can hear that too.
*a miriad of whispers speaking unfamiliar words begin to pound in Grimwulf's head, becoming more loud and numerous with each step* Hrrrrmm, these voices are different.
I feel like I'm going insane! *stops Grimwulf* That's close enough.
You can harvest it. Maybe you can use it for frying hops. Will make for interesting booze.
I'll be the voice in your head advocating Moar Booze now Grimwulf . We finally found a new base, complete with distillery, and then I died. Until I return from the dead, you ought to honour me by making booze. And lots of it.
Kommunists don't believe into occult, only into trusty AK-47. It's ready to harvest and we need wood - chop, chop, chop. If some weird thingies come - we will kill them, butcher them, and make pelmeni from them.
Go to sleep, Kalin. It's not like this tree gonna come to your room at night to take away your dignity. It doesn't look rapey.
More whispers is precisely what you need. More is good. Means more counsel. Better decisions.
Eh, could be worse. At least the world isn't falling apart. We could end up HEADLESS, you kno?
WOULD YOU EVER STOP UPDATING?!
As for the tree, well...
You can harvest it. Maybe you can use it for frying hops. Will make for interesting booze.
Fuck my misery. You too, Azira?
I'll be the voice in your head advocating Moar Booze now Grimwulf.
As if I wasn't motivated enough!
We finally found a new base, complete with distillery, and then I died. Until I return from the dead, you ought to honour me by making booze. And lots of it.
DAY 4
OPEN YER EYE, SLEEPMONGER!
*tries to spit at Grimwulf, drools himself instead*
*begins to wash*
Can't you get your own wash bucket, Grimwulf? IN YOUR OWN BEDROOM?!
Hrm? What are you blabberin' about? This is my wash bucket. And you are sleeping in my bathroom for some reason.
I will literally drown you one day.
Anyway, the plan for today is managing food situation! Make your ugly mug useful, Kalin! *walks outside*
Build a kitchen. Not too big.
Actually, I'm thinking smoke house.
Cheap. Fast. Effective. Jerkies can last long enough even without a freezer.
Smoke house, eh? Smoke is good. As I recall, they had plenty of tobacco in the storage room. And canabis too.
PLASTEEL SPOTTED!
Stop screamin' in my ear, you psycho. All done.
*psshhh* Kalin, we got dat smoke house up and runnin'! Go make jerkies.
*psshhh* How do I make jerkies?
... Well...
Bravo, Grimwulf. Bravo.
KKK really needed that smoke house. Now we need SOMEONE WHO CAN USE IT!! You know what else do we need like yesterday? FOOOKIN' FOOOOD, GRIMWUUULF!!!
Stop that eruption coming from your mouth, Kalin. Better chop more trees. Meanwhile, I'll go hunt us a deer or two.
Err, Grim?
WHAT?!
As the former hunter of KKK, I highly suggest you don't do that.
*aiming his arbalest*
Stop! There is a reason people don't hunt with FLAMING bolts! A good reason!
All. Deer. Must. Burn. *pulls the trigger*
AGONY, MOTHERFUCKER - CAN YOU FEEL IT?!
I see Justice in these flames.
Today we eat deer shashlik. Extra crispy.
*sigh* Here goes...
Hrmpf. Some fire spreadin'.
Awright, it might get out of control.
Heh heh heh. Amateurs.
*psshhh* KAAAAALIN, get your ass over here! PRONTO!
Goddamit, Grimwulf! What now?! Holy sh--
What happened?!
Pwnd a deer with a flaming bolt.
WHY WOULD YOU HUNT WITH FLAMING BOLTS?! RRRAAAHH!!
Oh, look! Another one caught fire! This is gonna be fun.
Two hours later.
GRIMWULF, YOU FUCK! I HATE YOUUUU!!
KEEP CALM AND BEAT THAT FIRE OUT! WE GOT THIS!
Like hell you do.
Later that evening.
*panting* Almost. Now. Gotta extinguish everything around that tree.
I'm not getting close to it.
Don't be such a pussy. Let's go!
WHY CAN'T YOU BE FUCKING RATIONAL FOR A CHANGE?! FLAMING BOLTS, GRIMWULF!! IT'S HUNTING, NOT ROCKET SCIENCE!
Show some love to the fires, Kalin. They are the Red Flames of Glory, burning away our sworn enemies!
What do you know, there is INDEED a dying deer behind that tree!
Looks rather gory. And beautiful.
Dem whispers, though. Can you hear them too, Kalin?
THEY ARE DRIVING ME CRAZY!!!
Ahem. Grimwulf. The fire is spreading towards the Kolony.
Oh, fuck me. Look alive, Kalin - we got more fires to kill!
FUCK YOU!!
AREN'T YOU ENTERTAINED?!
Heh heh, nice work Grimwulf.
That's why we need walls of granite. Granite doesn't burn.
Hours later.
IT'S HOPELESS! FUCK!!
Can't you simply ENJOY THE PROCESS? EMBRACE YOUR INNER FIREMAN! REMEMBER - ONLY YOU CAN STOP FOREST FIRES!
Later that night.
*breathing heavily* Sn-snow. Fuck yes.
*panting* I'm starving. You'll manage the rest on your own, right? Dat crispy deer by the tree demands my attention.
Why am I even here? Rrrrraah, the whispers! Can't stand them anymore! Fuck! *runs back to his house*
Water. At last. *drinks and washes his face*
Grimwulf, you pyromaniac! I demand shashlik AND a raise!
To each according to his needs, Kalin. The meat is almost ready. *butchers corpse*
It's nowhere near ready. *sigh*
Hey. Kalin.
What?
You can say that I killed two deers... with one bolt.
Fucking psycho.
DINNER IS SERVED! Bon appetit.
It's RAW MEAT! Aw, fukkit.
*gnawing on raw meat, blood drippin' on the floor*
*swallows whole chunks of meat, not even bothering to chew*
Happy times.
Still beats the dead squirrel.
How's the prisoner? Is she able to work yet?
What prison-- fuck.
Goddamit, Kalin!
I'm sure she's fine.
Awright. I'm full.
We can't pretend that tree is not there, Grimwulf. It's high time to make a decision.
A KEY CHOICE!
MAKE YOUR KEY CHOICE
Collective voting
Current agenda: the eerie tree.
Fuck knows what is it or where it came from. Do we even want to know? Maybe it's one of those mysteries better left unresolved?
1. We must investigate it further. Decipher the symbols. Make sense of the whispers. But who's gonna do it?
1.1. Grimwulf - he is the Kommissar.
1.2. Kalin - he is mentally and physically prepared.
1.3. Someone expendable. Let's wait for a newcommer and make this investigation a rite of passage.
2. It's making us feel uneasy - let's chop it down for good. What can possibly go wrong? Who will become the Mad Lumberjack?
2.1. Grimwulf - he knows how to deal with insanity. He dives in and out of it every day,
2.2. Kalin - he's got a halberd and fancy armor. Surely he is safe.
2.3. Someone expendable. No rush.
3. Leave the tree alone! Green Peace!
Kalin doesn't have a vote in this. Grimwulf doesn't trust Kalin's opinion on the matter. But Kalin can excercise a veto against a decision if he's willing. In this case we roll with second-popular-option.
E.g., the majority voted for Kalin to investigate. Kalin vetoes the decision. What was the second popular option? Grimwulf to investigate? Grimwulf will investigate.