The Fear I Felt With The Blurred Pink Mass In My Inbox Under The Harried Confession Of Mistakes

I love how ambiguous Rimworld's setting is. It presents itself as realistic science-fiction in the style of Dune except with a noticeable "Wild West" vibe in the setting of a lawless land and a small, struggling colony on the frontier. Yet it still makes room for vampires, zombies, genetic abominations, rogue killer robots, insects engineered only for war, tribals, ultratech civilizations, spacers, eldritch horrors, wizards, psychics, techno-feudal dynasties, plant-killer weaponry, and Machine Gods. How? How is this all possible without some kind of magic involved?

Absolutely everything strange in the Rimworld universe can be A) attributed to the Archotechs, B) attributed to mechanites, or C) both. It's not like other science-fiction.

he escaped into the real world…..

about halfway(?) through the gourmand's campaign. these are my thoughts so far.

og audio from raxdflipnote.

>be me, massive egg

>kind of a 6/10, mid looking, glasses, nerdy clothes, scruffy beard, baggy eyes

>have a type that i have to hots for

>gothy wth bangs, slightly chubby

>egg cracks, transition, dye my hair, change my fashion style, gain weight do to eating healthier

>mfw i became my type

>always was a little bi but now with hormones i start developing more of an attraction for men

>find out i like nerdy, scruffy guys with glasses and baggy eyes

>mfw past me is now my type

>wtf

"i could fix him" please don't it took a lot of work to fuck him up this bad

I actually really like the thing when you're starting to get the hang of a new language, enough to understand and say simple sentences but you gotta get creative to get more complex thoughts across, like a puzzle. I remember a time in the restortation school when a classmate who wasn't natively finnish and did her best anyway dropped something and sighed, telling me "every day is monday this week. I have had four mondays this week." And I understood.

I don't think I speak much of spanish anymore, but in the nursing school training period I did there, I did manage to get by with making weird Tarzan sentences. I got a nosebleed at some point and startled another nurse. Not knowing the words "humidity" or "stress", I managed to string together: "This is ok. It is hot, it is cold, I have a bad day, I am sad, I have blood. This is normal for me." And she understood.

And sometimes you just say things weird, but it's better than not saying it. One time, I was stuck in a narrow hallway behind someone walking really slowly with a walker, and he apologised for being in the way. I was not in any hurry, but didn't know the spanish word for "hurry", but I did know enough words to try to circumvent it by borrowing the english "I have all the time in the world."

The man burst into one of those cackling old man laughters that they do when something in this world still manages to surprise them. He had to be somewhere between 70 and a 100 years old, and I guess if there was one thing he wasn't expecting to hear today, it would be a random blond vaguely baltic-looking fuck casually announce that he is the sole owner and keeper of the very concept of time.