Rimworld, in a fucked up way, has become my comfort game, so it’s taken up a good chunk of my playtime recently.

Got a nice little colony going, nestled in some mountains. Working on clearing out our “home” area, and then I want to start coring out the others to keep this look of a quiet, sleepy village nestled among the rocks until you step into our killbox and realize we’re actually a highly militarized group of escaped slaves with Spacer-grade gear, a GlitterNet set-up running our defenses, and no plans of going back.

At least, that’s the plan. Now that I have the first wing of a permanent hospital down, I’m planning on getting the colony gym up and running, hopefully not have a meltdown happen when Partridge realizes his husband, Dog, is now psychically bonded with, and boning, the new Highmate, Sarai, and hopefully remember to actually finish building the prisons hospital wing and the bones for the Ripper and Hema wings so we’re prepared for when we need subcores and blood.

I might put the organ harvesting wing near the beach. Let the bastards have one last look at the ocean before a sawbones rips their liver out.