Rimworld | Alpha 15 | Season 6 | Ep 12 | Poison

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Be careful, the cap slips off the ship for like no reason... I noticed the game is running a bit slow. Its not the recording, the test branch I am running has been a little off in optimization. Welcome to Season 6 of Alpha 15 Test Branch of Rimworld! In this season we will be playing as a wing of a powerful drug cartel called the Devil's Strand. The Devil's Strand was started by a powerful drug kingpin who has escaped from his imprisonment, and is hell bent on running a intergalactic drug empire. Our job is to grow drugs on a distant rim world to fuel his empire. Rules: Cassandra Rough (I will be upping the difficulty if things are to easy) Your faction will be a colony Start with 10 people Arrive in drop pods 100% chance to force trait: Chemical fascination 100% chance to force trait :Psycopath Start With Devilstrand X 800 Steel X 500 Herbal Medicine X 25 Charge Rifle X 5 Packaged survival meal X 50 Special Rules: If a space pirate trader comes, according to our backstory WE MUST offload any and all drugs to the pirate trader. This is the our boss aka The Devil coming to collect on his dues! It is too bad many of you will become addicted to weed and crack, but its what you all signed up for so HEY! Name List 1. Ramsey 2. Gabriel 3. Olera 4. Screech 5. Kodak Black 6. Yeti 7. NorseHawk 8. RunePlaya5 9. Eathyn *Rumba* Mackie 10. CryoAssassin 11. Mr Monti 12. Czik 13. LuckyStrike 14. Jukin 15. Shohaib 16. Sir Hamlock 17. Kdog 18. Arthur 19. Dark Misery (Dark Rose F) 20. Gambling 21. Alonso 22. Chewy Bacca We will be using a random number generator from this list. I doubt we will get to random subscribers. If you still want in let me know and Ill add you to the list! Backstory snippet Devil’s Strand, a small organization, barely a shadow, a blip on the scanner, a whisper of cosmic wind traversing the galaxy, potent, powerful, silent and deadly. The Cryo sleep casket that held me on the journey through the cold dark reaches between Glitter Worlds suddenly cracked open. Out of the ooze as if reborn, I arose. An error! The incessant beeping pierced through my brain corrupting its every cell driving me mad with rage. A red light; Flash, alarm, flash, alarm, flash, alarm. My fist became soaked with blood as it crushed through the glass casing, its guts exposed. Circuitry and wires. The instrument of destruction, my bare fist, became soaked with blood as it clutched the beating heart of the contraption through the case. I ripped the heart from its body, and suddenly there was silence. The pain that coursed through my nervous system gave me new life, the blood smelt sweet, stimulus to the brain, like the good days back on Trekis IV, when the Go-Go juice flowed like water. A charge rifle across from where I was encased behind a thick purple field beaconed at me from across the cold hard plasteel grate. I lunged at it blind with rage. A strong shock engulfed my body whole. Bolts of electric charged through my fingertips tingling every inch of my body. Any other mortal man would have collapsed in pain but I embraced it. I clutched the CTL-K 2200 series charge rifle with an iron fist, and freed it from its neon prison. The poor security guard was rudely awoken to the sound of alarms, and was drenched in the same primordial ooze as I was. I could hear him, not just a few meters from me, coughing, and choking on the rancid fluid. Vomit covered his face, his head must have been throbbing with pain. He never even noticed the flashing red text. “Prison cell block 3337254 Lethal force authorized.” A single bolt from my rifle ended him. That pathetic SOB didn’t even make it to his feet. I ripped the security code from his jacket and proceeded to purge the 34 other embryos from the ships innards. I dragged their lifeless corpses to the airlock, and sent them to their icy prison for eternity. I moved to the central computer and searched its database. There were people to contact, silver to be made. I had suddenly found myself a wealthy man. 4000 silver pieces can go a long way for a single trader but to resign myself to be a single trader would be a waste of my abilities. The drug trade is booming, despite the mechanoids best efforts. The Devil’s Strand needs to be reborn! Supply chains must be established for hungry appetites crave powerful drugs, in dark night clubs on glittering worlds. Their silver and gold will fuel my empire. Infinite wealth, power, money, influence are now at my fingertips. Go forth my minions, conquer this desperate Rim World, build an empire, grow the crops, mix the ingredients, and when I return, you will be handsomely rewarded for your toil. Again, if you think I deserve it throw me a like, comment, subscription, share, or whatever you kids do on the internets!