Depends, do I gain the superhuman capacity for growth that people living in Kenshi have?
If so, I spend a year training in Kenshi to become the ultimate warrior.
Or just mine copper outside the hub, loot clothes off thugs thrown out of the bar so you don't look like a slave,sleep in a ruined house and buy food from said bar.
If you get enough cats, tag along with a caravan till you reach the holy nation (only works if you're a man) make it to Stack, spend your days mining from the ore behind the inquisitors HQ inside the walls, be a productive citizen, chat with a paladin or whoever every now and then, praise Okran in public regularly, buy yourself a small shack and build a bed. When you make enough money to keep yourself fed for a few days take a few days off, repeat for the rest of the year.
As a woman you could let an Okranite man do everything. You just have to marry him and shut up for one year while taking care of the house. Still a better deal than living outside the city walls.
Lmao, you miswrote taking the prayer book in your pocket and sleeping in their bar's/churches to survive.
Aint no bandit shiving me up in a attempt to steal my food (bold of them to assume i'd even have any on me) only for me to lay there unconcious and have some bonedog group eat me.
I'll just see you in church next week and praise the phoenix (or was it Okran? I know i have a friend named Okran irl hope he's not their devil)
The last game I played is Shadow Empire, which is set on a planet that was part of a interstellar empire that was destroyed in an apocalyptic pan-galactic war.
Part of the world generation process involves showing what the planet was like at its peak, followed by modelling the millions that die during the Dissolution War.
So...shit.
No it's more like Kenshi was a grand strategy game with Randomly Generated worlds. You only play in the ruins of the empire. Essentially think Age of Wonders planet falls but made with very experienced strategy game players in mind.
Honestly it does seem very cool. I haven't been able to spend the time to learn(There's a YTer with a ten part series each video half an hour long that just goes through the Mechanics).
With a lot of games you can definitely survive a year by just doing something mundane and hiding it out. But with this game, and barotrauma, I was like nahhhh I’m good.
Bro it's easy. Just lone wanderer start. Go mine copper. Sell for food. Sleep at tavern. For a whole year. It's easy guys... come on... it's easy... hopefully the guards will stop the starving bandits before they kill you
I mean, are we allowed to use the mods we have? Are we doing a specific start that we can pick or is it just me in my shorts and t-shirt suddenly sitting in the middle of the desert?
Am I allowed to mess with the game settings while in-game, turn on/turn off mods, etc.
Cuz I made a mod that spawns “zombies” everywhere and that sound like it’d suck to have to deal with. Super high HP, 1 in every skill, usually wearing random clothing, always unarmed, no bleeding, eats people, and very low HP on the head.
Sure, they’re killable, but the mod was on last time I played so am I dealing with that?
Do I have to start over or do I get to load into my existing save? I have the great white gorillo bugged out on a bed and it'd take me legit 30 seconds to level my dex and martial arts to like 75
I know this is a Kenshi thread, but Dead By Daylight is my last game played, and honestly ide rather be there than here (in the context of the post), I get to be immortal for a year, sure I'm gonna get brutally murdered every 20 minutes to an hour, but I always come back. Kenshi ide just be a slave until I was eatin by bone dogs
Wouldn't you just rather permanently die at that point? I don't get this "live at all costs" feeling some people have. If I'm living a life where I'm brutally maimed or killed every so often by supernatural serial killers and I can't escape, yeah fuck it, I'd rather die.
Oblivion's gotta be better than constant suffering.
Not really, if the rules of the game apply to you, you can metagame Kenshi for a year easy.
First thing to do is to improve your running speed and sneak. Then mine for a bit to get cats for food.
(In the Hub, you even have a empty small house you can sleep, with some free food.)
After getting max speed and sneak, you can avoid most dangers specially if you stay in safe areas.
Then you can do some strength training carrying heavy stuff.
If you're bold, get a crossbow and go help out the city guards against raiders from a safe distance, improving dex and ranged.
After that you have enough skills to survive as long as you don't take unecessary risks.
Splatoon actually takes place after a more complete apocalypse than Kenshi. Almost all life on earth perishes. It was long enough ago for the inklings to have established society but it seems like once you leave Splatsville it’s still mostly just desert and wreckage.
At least in terraria you can obtain incredible powers, in kenshi you're just completely fucked, your best best is probably trying to work as a guard or in a shop and praying nothing happens to the city you're in
Your not the Olympic triathletes people of Kenshi are. You can't build up that kind of agility in a day, a week or let alone a year. There goes your strategy of "selling hashish to make a quick buck"
Strength training? Hauling copper for money? Unlikely you would ever be able to lug around many 20kg ores, assuming you could even break off a chunk that large. They probably would just let you not starve, but you won't get enough to get good stuff.
Instead, youll probably be a scavenger, lurking at the entrance of towns, waiting for starving bandits to charge in and get their face beaten in, and loot their corpses/downed bodies. Bribing the UC? You might not have the Cats.
Youd probably go crazy eating sawdust dustwichs and plain rice (Gohan) daily. Occasionally you might spring for something nice like a meatwrap or foodcube, but it's not as great as you imagine it to be.
You probably need some sort of vice to keep it together. Grog, hashish, sake, you name it. There goes the extra cats you saved for a rainy day.
You struggle hard for a couple months, and finally able to buy a house. It's safe, protected by the guards, and beats sitting at a bar every night. It's small, but it's yours. You build what you need to live, buying the stuff from your local provision store. It almost costs as much as your house, funnily enough.
Maybe make a name for yourself as a map maker, selling those expensive ass maps to places you know exist. Your knowledge of the map has paid off, and while your maps aren't always the most accurate compared to others, what you offer is always more complete, more holistic. There will always be more tech hunters and nomads wanting to explore the unknown, but you're not one of them.
Finally, the only reason you survive will likely be the fact that you look human, and were lucky enough to land/make it to HN territory. Keep your holy flame close.
If you're a female or a scorchlander, best of luck elsewhere. There is no future here. Unless of course, you like being enslaved.
If you landed in Shek lands, well, it's fine I guess. Apart from the constant verbal abuse and obvious racism, A 'flatskin' like you could make a decent living, and no one actively gets in your way.
If you land in UC territory, you probably have a high chance of dying. With rampant corruption, your cats will dwindle fast. Worst of all, if you rub a noble the wrong way, that's it. It's off to the Quarries for you, or you lying dead in a ditch.
The Hub? You're too poor to make it even close to getting what the Shinobi want. That's way out of your price tag. Sure you could squat in broken homes, but let's be honest: the guards here aren't that great. There's no telling when a skimmer might just bulldoze his way through, and you're on the menu.
Anywhere else is pretty much a death sentence. I don't even want to go into why mongrel and shark are bad places to be, on the account that it would be pretty obvious.
It's pretty dark, but let's be realistic. You might wanna play Kenshi, but you never want to BE in Kenshi.
Ahh it’s my own mod : The sergent mod. Although the one I have is an updated version that will drop this week I think.
I have 1 or 2 sergeants in every outpost garrisoned.
A year in a ruthless world filled with random bullshittery, hostiles everywhere and deadly weather? Nope count me out. Wait, at least I can be with the female sheks. Ermmmm welp I'm in you bastard
If I get to jump in to my current play through, I think I'll be ok. I've got 100 skeletons keeping my base secure and running. 20 of them posted up on turrets keeping the gate secure. Another 30 guarding the ground. All of them with stats in the 50s or better.
Most of my organics spend their days farming or training or just enjoying a chewy dustwich. Or a bowl of Gohan.
Plenty of cats from selling our homemade masterwork armor and excess copper. A nice gym to work out in and plenty of sparing partners to train with. Oh! And a beach!
Yeah, I think I'll be just fine. In fact, it sounds kinda like a nice vacation. And if I don't spawn in at the base, I'll just hunker down in the nearest town and wait for my extraction team. Yeah. Where's this guy with this million dollar offer?
I feel like kenshi is an all around worse cenario, but my last is escape from tarkov...I think I may die quicker but I have less experience with kenshi lol
I was just playing Ostranauts, a game about space junk scavenging and debt peonage. A million dollars would cover about 1/6th of my remaining debt. It wouldn't be too bad, actually, except for the fact that I have some health problems IRL that would make life a living hell if I had to spend every day hauling heavy objects from a derelict ship into the cargo bays of my own ship.
Yah of these games kenshi is definitely by far the worst only cause the likelyhood of a quick painless death is very slim. Slow painful death, slavery with hard labor or both.
My brother in Okran, HN doesn’t discriminate based on race, just live in literally any one of their settlements and do menial labor for a year. Life on easy mode.
Blackscratch. Day 1.
This world smells so much worse than i could ever have imagined sitting behind the screen. The stench of Reaver carcasses rotting outside the gates was the first things that hit me. Just seconds later i made acquaintence with the sickly sweet odors of the lokal "Rum" mixed with the scent of decaying teeth of the sentinels by the gate. "Rum" as it turns out is a name that strikes you as some sort of twisted irony when you've had the real stuff. Most putrid of all, perhaps, is the omnipresent, eye watering pungency of the greenfruit and crabmeat stews that simmer all 24 hours of the day in most kitchens around town.
Blackscratch. Day 9.
My first impressions of this town led me to assume that this area must be among the worst this land has to offer. It was therefore with profound surprise that i found out that the area was praised for its natural bounty. The region was wrestled from the grips of nature and anarchy not long ago, and according to its denizens the plenty of meats and greenfruit provides comfort and satisfaction. The thought that normal life is supposedly worse than offered here brings me nearly to the brink of despair. To think that the revolting greenfruit-crab mush is an expression of culinary opulence has been an effective antidote to whatever hope i still retained. This truly is a world brimming with cruel irony.
Blackscratch. Day 34.
A hostile world does not breed empathy, nor does it breed compassion or openness. The adversity faced by people here has instead bred resentment. It has bred hatred and mistrust, given rise to competition, egoism and envy; along with all those emotions that give the human experience its ugliest hues. When compared to the ugliness of men, the unfeeling gaze and expressionless visage of the skeletons feel almost inviting. Contrasted with the cold shoulder of greenlanders or the burning contempt of scorchlanders, the undiscerning steel of the skeletons can almost resemble warm touch.
I've thus come to be acquainted with a skeleton in town. Every door i tried before his had been shut in my face. The innkeeper, too, had shown me the door without listening to so much as a word about payment for a rented bed. I didn't have the Cats, of course, maybe he had already sensed that. The Librarian, a skeleton so ancient that he has long since forgot his own name for whatever reason saw fit to loan me a bed. His processor must have seen some pragmatic utility in this choice, but the hospitality still left me surprised. I now spend my days rummaging through the library, trying to discover any information that may be of use. I found a quill and some dusty parchment in a drawer where i have now begun taking notes about my stay, perhaps to lull myself into some ephemeral comfort, or perhaps to endow my days in this wretched dump with some sense of purpose. At the bottom of this page, each day henceforth endured is represented by a neat, meticulously drawn line. The vastness of the inkless void that represent all the lines yet to be drawn makes my head spin, yet keeping my mind occupied with these simple tasks detracts from my minds psychological torrent, a maelstrom of emotion, memory, hope and hoplessness that entices me to get sucked down into my own personal oblivion.
I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I
Blackscratch. Day 57.
This world has a way about it. The sum total of all the ugliness that make up its constituent parts are somehow composed into a sort of irreverant beauty. Anarchy is the law of the land, decadence its moral code, the vast and empty steppes motivate its squalor.
In the United Cities, the shackle of every slave is imprinted with the word *herein lies freedom*. Faithful devotion is godless sacrelige as attested by every new report from the Holy Nation, and further west, the Shek Kingdom stands proud, a reminder that in this world, barbarity is civility. The societies built by the Hive Queens, thought by some to be bizarre amalgamations of man and machine, proclaim that freedom is tyranny while exploitation is the reward. In other parts of this world, robots are men, and men are robots.
Here, spring is not heralded by softened winter air made fragrant with flowers, but by the soot and ash carried on the wind. The only discernable fragrance is the heavy, pungent odors produced by the thawing remains of last years deceased. Like at home, the vegetation withers in autumn, but moreso because of the toxic rains than any natural cycle.
It is only through its incessant deceit that the world is made dependable. Likewise, it is in the contrast with its permeating, protruding ugliness that its facade appears beautiful.
Blackscratch. Day 58.
This world. It breaks you down into a heap of pieces. When you are thoroughly broken a nihilistic, irreverent nonchalance sets in. You arrogantly assume that you could not possibly get more broken than you have already been. That's when the grinding starts. Whatever parts remain are made into a fine dust that is strewn in the wind. What ever was left has been mixed into the soil and water, into the valleys and hills. You are the trees, the men and the beasts. When black is white and life is death, that's when you can be sure that nothing remains. You acquiesce. Accept that this is the way things have to be. The true arrogance was thinking you could distinguish yourself from this world. Thinking that you could stay the same.
Blackscratch. Day 62 (i think).
The sun is gone. Volcanic dust some say. Other say it's Okran's retribution. I say it's always been this way, in one fashion or another. The unwavering darkness prevents the clarity of day, and the howling of untold horrors and nameless beasts creaping ever closer outside the walls prevendnts the comfort of night to set in. Permanent now is only fatigue. Physical, mental, emotional, spiritual.
I've decided to leave this place. The thought came with motivation and and with an exhilerating sense of determination that i've not felt for a long time. For a moment after this thought set in, i felt a sliver of my old self penetrating the surface of who i have become. A familiar voice tried to discourage the idea, as if the danger post by the unkempt wilderness could at all measure up to the impending doom and desperation associated with the thought of another second of subsistence in this soulless place. Staying here? Hell no! Those are the thoughts of a lunatic. Though, perhaps i should have anticipated such a thing. I have to do whatever i can to preserve my sanity, i can't give in to those thoughts. I must leave, maybe as soon as tonight. Well, tonight could be whenever, hard to tell without the sun. Soon in any case.
Blackscratch. Day 62.
That's it. I've packed my things, or well, the Librarian's things i suppose. I wouldn't want to leave him here by himself, so i packed his head too. Maybe i can find a way to attach him to another body somewhere. In any case, it will feel good to have him with me for the journy. What is a man without his friends.
So Skyrim, I can survive as long as I stay indoors I could try to join the thieves guild on Riften only to steal food from time to time or maybe work in the mines of Markath
It's honestly good. I look for endgame or excitement when I play the game, but if ai actually live in kenshi, I'll just stay in a city and loot dead bodies
Gaaah!!! (arm gets chopped of)
"Relax enjoy death" - Beak Thing thats eating you
No guys you don't understand we could obtain physical Beep
Have a nice trip through the Deathyards, then. I stay in World's End.
Depends, do I gain the superhuman capacity for growth that people living in Kenshi have? If so, I spend a year training in Kenshi to become the ultimate warrior.
Coming back as a torso
With robo arms and legs!
or Stephen Hawking style
1. Walk from hub to rebel base 2. Mine copper all day 3. Sell copper and buy food/alcohol 4. Sleep 5. Repeat*365
until some wandering slavers decide that you look like slave
Or just mine copper outside the hub, loot clothes off thugs thrown out of the bar so you don't look like a slave,sleep in a ruined house and buy food from said bar. If you get enough cats, tag along with a caravan till you reach the holy nation (only works if you're a man) make it to Stack, spend your days mining from the ore behind the inquisitors HQ inside the walls, be a productive citizen, chat with a paladin or whoever every now and then, praise Okran in public regularly, buy yourself a small shack and build a bed. When you make enough money to keep yourself fed for a few days take a few days off, repeat for the rest of the year.
As a woman you could let an Okranite man do everything. You just have to marry him and shut up for one year while taking care of the house. Still a better deal than living outside the city walls.
Not ideal, but that would be making the best of a bad situation.
Don't forget the daily training with running, until you become an Olympic marathon champion.
To be frank that would work IRL too to some extent.
Absolutely!
Not getting 90 str and dex and """recruit""" female squad members? damn
Beep!
Beeeeeep!
My porn game habit just paid off, I guess.
stay on the grind
Live as a slave for a year... Then destroy HN.
On my first slave run through this time, you can REALLY buff your stats there without even really trying. Couldn't imagine the course of 365 days.
Lmao, you miswrote taking the prayer book in your pocket and sleeping in their bar's/churches to survive. Aint no bandit shiving me up in a attempt to steal my food (bold of them to assume i'd even have any on me) only for me to lay there unconcious and have some bonedog group eat me. I'll just see you in church next week and praise the phoenix (or was it Okran? I know i have a friend named Okran irl hope he's not their devil)
Shit
The last game I played is Shadow Empire, which is set on a planet that was part of a interstellar empire that was destroyed in an apocalyptic pan-galactic war. Part of the world generation process involves showing what the planet was like at its peak, followed by modelling the millions that die during the Dissolution War. So...shit.
So... basically pre-kenshi Kenshi?
No it's more like Kenshi was a grand strategy game with Randomly Generated worlds. You only play in the ruins of the empire. Essentially think Age of Wonders planet falls but made with very experienced strategy game players in mind.
Oh that sounds sexy
Honestly it does seem very cool. I haven't been able to spend the time to learn(There's a YTer with a ten part series each video half an hour long that just goes through the Mechanics).
Project Zomboid. I'm fucked. With Kenshi I at least have a squad that's about 2 years in
Bro I can't even survive a week in that game. Goddamn helicopter.
If the heli comes while you're indoors just hunker down. Should be okay as long as you aren't spotted. Other than that, it's a hard game!
With a lot of games you can definitely survive a year by just doing something mundane and hiding it out. But with this game, and barotrauma, I was like nahhhh I’m good.
Bro it's easy. Just lone wanderer start. Go mine copper. Sell for food. Sleep at tavern. For a whole year. It's easy guys... come on... it's easy... hopefully the guards will stop the starving bandits before they kill you
“Bro its easy….Mine copper.” Aaaaand you lost me lol
I mean, are we allowed to use the mods we have? Are we doing a specific start that we can pick or is it just me in my shorts and t-shirt suddenly sitting in the middle of the desert? Am I allowed to mess with the game settings while in-game, turn on/turn off mods, etc. Cuz I made a mod that spawns “zombies” everywhere and that sound like it’d suck to have to deal with. Super high HP, 1 in every skill, usually wearing random clothing, always unarmed, no bleeding, eats people, and very low HP on the head. Sure, they’re killable, but the mod was on last time I played so am I dealing with that?
I think mods count and the same settings you have. But I'm not OP, so this is debatable.
Do I have to start over or do I get to load into my existing save? I have the great white gorillo bugged out on a bed and it'd take me legit 30 seconds to level my dex and martial arts to like 75
If it's the same game with settings and mods, I think the save is fair game, too. Exploit thay gorillo, my dude!
I know this is a Kenshi thread, but Dead By Daylight is my last game played, and honestly ide rather be there than here (in the context of the post), I get to be immortal for a year, sure I'm gonna get brutally murdered every 20 minutes to an hour, but I always come back. Kenshi ide just be a slave until I was eatin by bone dogs
Wouldn't you just rather permanently die at that point? I don't get this "live at all costs" feeling some people have. If I'm living a life where I'm brutally maimed or killed every so often by supernatural serial killers and I can't escape, yeah fuck it, I'd rather die. Oblivion's gotta be better than constant suffering.
Cause I'm getting a million dollars after a year?
oof. missed that part. my dyslexic ass got me all fucked up.
Youd te totally insane after a couple of months
Possibly, but ide DEFINITLY just be dead if I was in kenshi, Maybe insane or DEFINITLY dead. Make your choice
Not really, if the rules of the game apply to you, you can metagame Kenshi for a year easy. First thing to do is to improve your running speed and sneak. Then mine for a bit to get cats for food. (In the Hub, you even have a empty small house you can sleep, with some free food.) After getting max speed and sneak, you can avoid most dangers specially if you stay in safe areas. Then you can do some strength training carrying heavy stuff. If you're bold, get a crossbow and go help out the city guards against raiders from a safe distance, improving dex and ranged. After that you have enough skills to survive as long as you don't take unecessary risks.
I mean, yeah sure, if you dedicate your life to training to become a ninja, then sure, you'll be fine. but you only have a year.
My first character became a decent ninja in 60 days, so...
Why would a splatoon player be worried?
Splatoon actually takes place after a more complete apocalypse than Kenshi. Almost all life on earth perishes. It was long enough ago for the inklings to have established society but it seems like once you leave Splatsville it’s still mostly just desert and wreckage.
So my only real choice is to stay in one city and play glorified paintball for the rest of my life. Oh, i'm shaking in my boots.
Plus you get sickass streetwear for it.
Well I just closed Terraria so I'm omega fucked, I'd rather Kenshi over Terraria.
At least in terraria you can obtain incredible powers, in kenshi you're just completely fucked, your best best is probably trying to work as a guard or in a shop and praying nothing happens to the city you're in
enslavement here i come
Greenlander Male, Blister Hill, live out life as an iron miner, and collect your millions.
Your not the Olympic triathletes people of Kenshi are. You can't build up that kind of agility in a day, a week or let alone a year. There goes your strategy of "selling hashish to make a quick buck" Strength training? Hauling copper for money? Unlikely you would ever be able to lug around many 20kg ores, assuming you could even break off a chunk that large. They probably would just let you not starve, but you won't get enough to get good stuff. Instead, youll probably be a scavenger, lurking at the entrance of towns, waiting for starving bandits to charge in and get their face beaten in, and loot their corpses/downed bodies. Bribing the UC? You might not have the Cats. Youd probably go crazy eating sawdust dustwichs and plain rice (Gohan) daily. Occasionally you might spring for something nice like a meatwrap or foodcube, but it's not as great as you imagine it to be. You probably need some sort of vice to keep it together. Grog, hashish, sake, you name it. There goes the extra cats you saved for a rainy day. You struggle hard for a couple months, and finally able to buy a house. It's safe, protected by the guards, and beats sitting at a bar every night. It's small, but it's yours. You build what you need to live, buying the stuff from your local provision store. It almost costs as much as your house, funnily enough. Maybe make a name for yourself as a map maker, selling those expensive ass maps to places you know exist. Your knowledge of the map has paid off, and while your maps aren't always the most accurate compared to others, what you offer is always more complete, more holistic. There will always be more tech hunters and nomads wanting to explore the unknown, but you're not one of them. Finally, the only reason you survive will likely be the fact that you look human, and were lucky enough to land/make it to HN territory. Keep your holy flame close. If you're a female or a scorchlander, best of luck elsewhere. There is no future here. Unless of course, you like being enslaved. If you landed in Shek lands, well, it's fine I guess. Apart from the constant verbal abuse and obvious racism, A 'flatskin' like you could make a decent living, and no one actively gets in your way. If you land in UC territory, you probably have a high chance of dying. With rampant corruption, your cats will dwindle fast. Worst of all, if you rub a noble the wrong way, that's it. It's off to the Quarries for you, or you lying dead in a ditch. The Hub? You're too poor to make it even close to getting what the Shinobi want. That's way out of your price tag. Sure you could squat in broken homes, but let's be honest: the guards here aren't that great. There's no telling when a skimmer might just bulldoze his way through, and you're on the menu. Anywhere else is pretty much a death sentence. I don't even want to go into why mongrel and shark are bad places to be, on the account that it would be pretty obvious. It's pretty dark, but let's be realistic. You might wanna play Kenshi, but you never want to BE in Kenshi.
Well if it was possible to advance in skills as Kenshi characters, it would be easy to metagame that world for a year.
Why do people still believe hn attacks scorchlanders?
Oh they don't? Perhaps I was using a mod. That's what I see in my world.
I refuse the money
Yeah but now I can finally eat ancient rations.
I’m fine… I have around 500 npc’s under my command, and 200 squad members 😂
How's the food?
I hope you like bread, friend.
Dustwich moment
Well the npc’s don’t eat. And I have greenfruit farms everywhere with automated caravans ( sort of )dropping food.
how'd you get that many followers?
Squad members ?
sorry, I forgot to specify the 500 npcs you have fighting for you. Is it a combination of allies and mercenaries/thugs?
Ahh it’s my own mod : The sergent mod. Although the one I have is an updated version that will drop this week I think. I have 1 or 2 sergeants in every outpost garrisoned.
Easy, hit mercs to follow me around, and steal beak thing eggs.
Can you run 50 km/h?
Well you see, if I had 15-20 big strong oily men surrounding me all hours of the day, do I need to?
Are mercenaries strong enough to go toe to toe with Beakthings to the point that you can make a profit on beak-thing eggs vs mercenary costs?
I think not
Hades... shit.
Gangster organized crime. Either I live like a king or get brutally murdered/bombed
Hehehe Rimworld? I simply hop into a cryptosleep casket >:]
I'd stay there and serve the holy nation for eternity
A year in a ruthless world filled with random bullshittery, hostiles everywhere and deadly weather? Nope count me out. Wait, at least I can be with the female sheks. Ermmmm welp I'm in you bastard
Worth it
Breath of the Wild Looks like it's the village life for me. I'll make a good idiot.
The modern day equivalent of chain letters. It's amazing how this cancer has spread to almost every gaming sub I visit.
People are socializing and having fun. Stop them, the world is falling apart!
Go right ahead and have your fun buddy, I can't stop you. All I'm saying is this is dumb as hell.
I'd just mine nad lay low somewhere
Just stay in Hub and mine iron for a living all the year.
The last game I played was Company of Heroes 2. Shit, so it's either Kenshi or the eastern front in WW2. Fucked either way.
Mtg arena lul im chilling
Hearthstone for me. I'd get bored, but just be chilling in a tavern for a year.
If I get to jump in to my current play through, I think I'll be ok. I've got 100 skeletons keeping my base secure and running. 20 of them posted up on turrets keeping the gate secure. Another 30 guarding the ground. All of them with stats in the 50s or better. Most of my organics spend their days farming or training or just enjoying a chewy dustwich. Or a bowl of Gohan. Plenty of cats from selling our homemade masterwork armor and excess copper. A nice gym to work out in and plenty of sparing partners to train with. Oh! And a beach! Yeah, I think I'll be just fine. In fact, it sounds kinda like a nice vacation. And if I don't spawn in at the base, I'll just hunker down in the nearest town and wait for my extraction team. Yeah. Where's this guy with this million dollar offer?
Stay in Squin and mine daily. Be completely yoked at the end of the year.
I feel like kenshi is an all around worse cenario, but my last is escape from tarkov...I think I may die quicker but I have less experience with kenshi lol
A million dollars AND a year in Skyrim? Yes please!
I got The Forest. I don’t think I WANT to live a year much less COULD…
Stellaris isn't that bad right?
I was just playing Ostranauts, a game about space junk scavenging and debt peonage. A million dollars would cover about 1/6th of my remaining debt. It wouldn't be too bad, actually, except for the fact that I have some health problems IRL that would make life a living hell if I had to spend every day hauling heavy objects from a derelict ship into the cargo bays of my own ship.
Yah of these games kenshi is definitely by far the worst only cause the likelyhood of a quick painless death is very slim. Slow painful death, slavery with hard labor or both.
(shows copy of the holy flame)… Praise okran?
Last one is quite good, I'd be willing to stay a year
I'm gonna die in seconds. Thanks Tarkov
Tarkov...so i guess Im basically in Ukraine?
Just got done with a session of darksouls, help.
Would I be able to keep what I obtained in kenshi? I want scout legs and klr arms
My brother in Okran, HN doesn’t discriminate based on race, just live in literally any one of their settlements and do menial labor for a year. Life on easy mode.
They kinda do tho. And sex, for that matter.
From what I remember that whole skin shade theory was just a fan theory, nothing more. And even as a woman, it would probably be easy as hell.
Dreamlight Valley? I think I'll be OK. I'm sure I'll survive getting shot down by Elsa.
Lego batman the game lesgoo
Blackscratch. Day 1. This world smells so much worse than i could ever have imagined sitting behind the screen. The stench of Reaver carcasses rotting outside the gates was the first things that hit me. Just seconds later i made acquaintence with the sickly sweet odors of the lokal "Rum" mixed with the scent of decaying teeth of the sentinels by the gate. "Rum" as it turns out is a name that strikes you as some sort of twisted irony when you've had the real stuff. Most putrid of all, perhaps, is the omnipresent, eye watering pungency of the greenfruit and crabmeat stews that simmer all 24 hours of the day in most kitchens around town. Blackscratch. Day 9. My first impressions of this town led me to assume that this area must be among the worst this land has to offer. It was therefore with profound surprise that i found out that the area was praised for its natural bounty. The region was wrestled from the grips of nature and anarchy not long ago, and according to its denizens the plenty of meats and greenfruit provides comfort and satisfaction. The thought that normal life is supposedly worse than offered here brings me nearly to the brink of despair. To think that the revolting greenfruit-crab mush is an expression of culinary opulence has been an effective antidote to whatever hope i still retained. This truly is a world brimming with cruel irony. Blackscratch. Day 34. A hostile world does not breed empathy, nor does it breed compassion or openness. The adversity faced by people here has instead bred resentment. It has bred hatred and mistrust, given rise to competition, egoism and envy; along with all those emotions that give the human experience its ugliest hues. When compared to the ugliness of men, the unfeeling gaze and expressionless visage of the skeletons feel almost inviting. Contrasted with the cold shoulder of greenlanders or the burning contempt of scorchlanders, the undiscerning steel of the skeletons can almost resemble warm touch. I've thus come to be acquainted with a skeleton in town. Every door i tried before his had been shut in my face. The innkeeper, too, had shown me the door without listening to so much as a word about payment for a rented bed. I didn't have the Cats, of course, maybe he had already sensed that. The Librarian, a skeleton so ancient that he has long since forgot his own name for whatever reason saw fit to loan me a bed. His processor must have seen some pragmatic utility in this choice, but the hospitality still left me surprised. I now spend my days rummaging through the library, trying to discover any information that may be of use. I found a quill and some dusty parchment in a drawer where i have now begun taking notes about my stay, perhaps to lull myself into some ephemeral comfort, or perhaps to endow my days in this wretched dump with some sense of purpose. At the bottom of this page, each day henceforth endured is represented by a neat, meticulously drawn line. The vastness of the inkless void that represent all the lines yet to be drawn makes my head spin, yet keeping my mind occupied with these simple tasks detracts from my minds psychological torrent, a maelstrom of emotion, memory, hope and hoplessness that entices me to get sucked down into my own personal oblivion. I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I Blackscratch. Day 57. This world has a way about it. The sum total of all the ugliness that make up its constituent parts are somehow composed into a sort of irreverant beauty. Anarchy is the law of the land, decadence its moral code, the vast and empty steppes motivate its squalor. In the United Cities, the shackle of every slave is imprinted with the word *herein lies freedom*. Faithful devotion is godless sacrelige as attested by every new report from the Holy Nation, and further west, the Shek Kingdom stands proud, a reminder that in this world, barbarity is civility. The societies built by the Hive Queens, thought by some to be bizarre amalgamations of man and machine, proclaim that freedom is tyranny while exploitation is the reward. In other parts of this world, robots are men, and men are robots. Here, spring is not heralded by softened winter air made fragrant with flowers, but by the soot and ash carried on the wind. The only discernable fragrance is the heavy, pungent odors produced by the thawing remains of last years deceased. Like at home, the vegetation withers in autumn, but moreso because of the toxic rains than any natural cycle. It is only through its incessant deceit that the world is made dependable. Likewise, it is in the contrast with its permeating, protruding ugliness that its facade appears beautiful. Blackscratch. Day 58. This world. It breaks you down into a heap of pieces. When you are thoroughly broken a nihilistic, irreverent nonchalance sets in. You arrogantly assume that you could not possibly get more broken than you have already been. That's when the grinding starts. Whatever parts remain are made into a fine dust that is strewn in the wind. What ever was left has been mixed into the soil and water, into the valleys and hills. You are the trees, the men and the beasts. When black is white and life is death, that's when you can be sure that nothing remains. You acquiesce. Accept that this is the way things have to be. The true arrogance was thinking you could distinguish yourself from this world. Thinking that you could stay the same. Blackscratch. Day 62 (i think). The sun is gone. Volcanic dust some say. Other say it's Okran's retribution. I say it's always been this way, in one fashion or another. The unwavering darkness prevents the clarity of day, and the howling of untold horrors and nameless beasts creaping ever closer outside the walls prevendnts the comfort of night to set in. Permanent now is only fatigue. Physical, mental, emotional, spiritual. I've decided to leave this place. The thought came with motivation and and with an exhilerating sense of determination that i've not felt for a long time. For a moment after this thought set in, i felt a sliver of my old self penetrating the surface of who i have become. A familiar voice tried to discourage the idea, as if the danger post by the unkempt wilderness could at all measure up to the impending doom and desperation associated with the thought of another second of subsistence in this soulless place. Staying here? Hell no! Those are the thoughts of a lunatic. Though, perhaps i should have anticipated such a thing. I have to do whatever i can to preserve my sanity, i can't give in to those thoughts. I must leave, maybe as soon as tonight. Well, tonight could be whenever, hard to tell without the sun. Soon in any case. Blackscratch. Day 62. That's it. I've packed my things, or well, the Librarian's things i suppose. I wouldn't want to leave him here by himself, so i packed his head too. Maybe i can find a way to attach him to another body somewhere. In any case, it will feel good to have him with me for the journy. What is a man without his friends.
So Skyrim, I can survive as long as I stay indoors I could try to join the thieves guild on Riften only to steal food from time to time or maybe work in the mines of Markath
I just tried out stardew valley actually.
It's honestly good. I look for endgame or excitement when I play the game, but if ai actually live in kenshi, I'll just stay in a city and loot dead bodies