Tufnutplays - Tufnut, Terminally Online

not to worry mutuals, I’ve recruited a halfling to detect any and all spike traps on your dashboard, just make sure not to scroll too fast so he has time to find them

POV: You're a newly appointed guide for the next sucker who got stuck in a timeloop, and it's not the person you expected I'm obviously biased with these fics, but come on how can you not laugh at Mx "I was ready to mock myself but now I have to be the Researcher's emotional support star" and Miss "I don't have issues, YOU have issues! AND FOR GEMS SAKE, SIFFRIN PLEASE STOP DYING!!!" being stuck in time-loop hell together?

Also Squirrels! We've got squirrels too, folks!

has this been done before

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.

hey you know how sans determines how many times you've fought him based on facial expression? he can tell when you've been dunked on, when you see his first attack for the first time, when you've survived it once, when you've survived it twice... all based on facial expression. each time you die to him and reset, he has absolutely no memory of the past fights, meaning each battle seems like the first one to him.

so how does sans feel when that expression is nothing but boredom? when his first attack is dodged without even flinching? how does he feel when each of his attack patterns are being dodged with near perfect muscle memory—and as the battle keeps going, he knows he's getting more and more tired and that he can't keep fighting for much longer? no matter what he does, none of his attacks work.

there's no shock, no surprise in their face—just utter indifference, and the impatience of someone who's seen this many, many times before. imagine how he feels as the realization slowly dawns on him that this is probably the time they succeed.

some trod au doots

Sibling competition except it's Leshy proving he has more rizz than Narinder (they are both horrifically incompetent)

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

og audio from raxdflipnote.

there are normal games and then there's rimworld