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Outworld Grace Whiskey Company, Part 002

2nd of Jugust, 5500

Hope's Howl, BKR

We've been here nearly a month. Without a comms relay, there's no way to let anyone from home know we're here. Thunder's convinced we should just stay here and make a settlement. The Whiskey Company never took care of us. It just so happens that Margo knows the recipes. If we can figure out how to make the stuff she needs and grow some corn, we could have some liquor to drown our misfortune in. The stars know that I could use a drink.

Thunder's pretty handy! He drew up some schematics and showed us how to build a wind turbine and a wood-fueled generator, so we have electricity now. It's nice to have some lights and temperature control. With the lights on, we repaired the neighboring structure and repurposed it as a common area for eating, relaxing, and planning. Looking through our pods, I found some manuals we could salvage. I think that I might be able to reverse-engineer one of the ship's batteries and make something we could use down here. When I'm not busy trying to stay fed and warm, I will work on that.

Some bits of our ship crashed nearby. Around that time, I found one of the missing crewmates' dogs. Saga's a darling French bulldog, and a snuggly thing. It's nice to have a friend to cuddle up to. Margo and Thunder are fine crewmates, and I can’t think of two others I’d rather be marooned with, but I’m still figuring out where we stand outside of our professional relationship.

Margo’s brilliant, and she is a delight to speak with. She goes on and on about the adaptations crops go through to survive on new worlds. We’ve talked about our favorite vid series, the best ways to train mustelids, and even psychodynamic analysis. My mind is expanded just as my heart is warmed by her conversation.

Thunder’s a little bit harder for me to feel a bond with, but I’m getting there. We often play horseshoes in the morning after breakfast. He doesn’t make much competition out of it, and it’s mostly about recreation for us. He doesn’t share his thoughts beyond the surface. He’s tried his hand at flirting with me a few times, but I’ve turned him down. I’ve got enough going on right now, and I don’t think romantic entanglement with someone who’s been my subordinate for so long is a solution to any of my issues.

I've noticed some local game in the woods. I set up a little butchering spot and went to harvest some berries. We've got a few packaged meals with us, but they won't last long. When I returned from my foraging trip, I saw that Thunder and Margo had thrown together some shelter around my table and started a fire to cook on as well. Margo planted some seeds today. I reckon that's her way of throwing in with Thunder. I guess we're staying. Thunder wants to call this place Hope's Howl, on account of the wolves at night.

We met some people that have lived on this planet for almost a thousand years. Tifrib came from Maons' Clan. Their nearest settlement is pretty far away, so I am not sure if we will see her again for some time. A group from the Edervourian Empire stayed with us for a day. We seem to have landed a few hours' walk from one of their castles. Even if they can't help us get off-world, they could be helpful in other ways.

Not all of the locals are so nice, though. A man tried to charge at our new home with nothing but a knife. My rifle made short work of him. One shot put him in the ground where he belongs. I hope that his friends don't come poking around, looking, but we'll see. A caravan from Cacomea showed up with some people in chains. I can't abide how many groups on these rimworlds approve of slavery. We were outnumbered three-to-one, and we didn't have anything to trade, so we couldn't help free them. This time.

Licinius from the Exodus Empire came next. The Exodus Empire's one of the fractured remains of the old interstellar federal government, and has a nice bit of glittertech left. He was in a bind and needed our help to fight off some wild animals that were chasing him. We agreed and kept him safe. He threw a party for us to celebrate. I guess I put my foot in my mouth as I always do. I commented on his accent, asked him where it was from, and that sent him into a rage. He swung at me, and I countered to bring him to the ground. When his shuttle arrived, we had him patched up and moved out. Guess he must've thought better of me later, because he still offered to recognize me as a freeholder. I'm still thinking about his offer. It might be a way off this world if I can stomach the politics.

The weather's changing outside, and soon it'll be pretty hot and dry. We better find a way to store power soon and keep our food preserved. Howl's Hope is starting to grow on me.

Signed, Mal

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Outworld Grace Whiskey Company, pt 001

6th of Aprimay, 5500

Baten Kaitos Rukbat

My name is Mallie Adsten. I am -or was- the captain of The Ghost Mountain. While my crew and I were in cryo, the ship took some damage and started to fail. I’ve crash-landed on this rimworld near some old buildings in the forest. Margo and Thunder landed with me. I wonder if the rest of the crew made it.

Thunder has some experience with surviving on the rim. He recommended that we fortify one of the nearby structures and rest there for the night. I figured that was a good place to start, so we took to setting some stones back in place. Thunder built a new door, and Margo cleaned the place up. We’ll stay here for the night and make a plan soon. I hope the rest of my crew is alive, but I fear the worst.

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Outworld Grace Whiskey Company, Intro

In order to practice writing, I will be making posts about my Rimworld game. I’ll post once per in-game season, in the form of a journal entry from the perspective of one of the characters. Maybe the same one, maybe different ones. I haven’t decided.

I’m gonna try to post daily. We’ll see how that goes.

I’ll be playing with the Vanilla Expanded suite of mods, the Wall Light mod, Run and Gun, and Simple Sidearms

I’ll post some entries tonight but now I’ve gotta get in the game.