Shenanigans on the RIMWORLD

I genuinely didn't think I needed to post this but after finding out a mutual was regularly posting transphobic content, I gotta. IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC, TRANSPHOBIC, OR A TERF YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE NOT NOW NOT EVER I am a nonbinary person and holding "opinions" that are actively against people like me (or my friends) receiving life-saving care is not something I can accommodate at all. I've blocked and reported the account responsible, but they regularly post in the rimworld tag so be vigilant folks. If you'd like to also block and/or report so you can keep your Rimworld Tumblr TERF free, message me and I will pass the account name along.

Meet Roith Hazzoron. He apparently came crashing from the sky goku style as a kid and pretty much lived off berries since. He joined the Imp colony to perhaps learn more of his parents, but quickly learned it was a cult and was indoctrinated. Hopefully his life experiences can get better from here and he fits in nicely.

We could all hear them hissing and shrieking long into the night, but we knew better than to look outside and let them see us

We will honor his memory with his meat and his fur, while Alyssa can recover from her head injury in our hospital, which is still without power ever since the Imps showed up.

We're in the process of putting out the fire started by the imps. The blaze is massive and the back of the barn has already collapsed. Huntsman ran in to put out fires and rescue our only muffalo, but the damn animal won't wake up. We know he tried as hard as he could because he basically worships the beast and would probably jump in front of a bullet for any muffalo.

The Imps are fleeing now as their troop's bodies litter the alleyways and they cut their losses. We will hold a eulogy for Mark and make sure Alyssa is kept safe and looked after. Just as Mark had promised to do mere days ago

So far we're thinking Bosco and Barnaby, but we are also open to ideas that any travelers or divine beings may suggest.

Huntsman and Mark pretty much stood to the side and watched the girls have fun once they were tired out from their own dance break.

Okay so when the Warg is hunting my colonists and rudely trying to turn them into happy meals, respectfully placing a warning shot in it's head is OVER THE LINE

Monia's mom would apparently always tell her that blood is good for a growing crop, so hopefully our blood-beets are tasty

Mark and Alyssa have been dating for a few quadrums and everyone else in town has been pretty uncomfy with it. Mark is in his forties and Alyssa is just now turning 20 WHEN THEY LANDED SHE WAS 15 I dont think there's anything we can do as a town to make Mark see that dating a 19 year old at 42 is (while not technically illegal) still really fuckin weird. At least they're happy I suppose? I dunno. Icks all around but hey they found something in each other.

We're very lucky its stone flooring so it wont leave a stain :)

whereas Monia, our friendly neighborhood 62 year old woman, will etch carvings into a bedframe depicting the loss of our prisoners in a particularly bad freeze. Perhaps Monia uses her art to remember the hard times and the losses she's experienced over her many years, whereas Alyssa uses her art to have a nice tree statue in her house.