What I love about early access is that such people are doing it!
Such as Factorio will fulfill all your OCDs, this game will make you embrace them. A survival game with a twist of psychology. Not only will your colonists learn how to cope with loss, you too will have to learn that in survival games some will die, even many, and perhaps all. And after tens of hours of playing it, only the graves of those that passed will be your reminder of your early days.
You will truly understand the meaning of being an innocent summer child when that long heavy winter comes. Oh and it will come! all over your face! and every darn year! What will you do in that winter? Well I ate one of my human prisoners in the first winter; cooked of course because I am no savage, and killed one of my pets (the exploding ones!) leaving one of my colonists deeply saddened because she dared have emotions and bonded with that fuel producing crops eating animal.
Do not despair, however, for you will have company every now and then. Some will be friendly traders who will sell high and buy low, walking in on you in your sleep, preventing you from killing yourself only for a little while longer. But these are not the only visitors you will get. Raiders will come too, and they will raid you hard all night. But again, do not despair, for out of this disaster that will leave scars, like literal scars, on your colonists’ faces, you will still harvest something out of it. An organ or two if you’re a good doctor, and some psychological scars if you do that.
But there is always love, and love rules them all. Well unless one of the colonists dies right after the wedding pushing the husband into years of depression that almost crippled him and rendered him almost useless where I considered ending his misery, and to be honest, mine, once and for all. But don’t worry, he moved on, and met another colonist, who then crushed his heart and refused his marriage proposal. Now I have learned my lesson and I am having him smoke weed only, because it is cheaper. what’s that now? Weed is addictive? can’t be worse than depression now, can it?
Are you still here with me? that means you will love this game as I do! Truly one of the best survival games ever! like totally! like literally. (I might be a teenage girl from California, okeeeeeh? we teenage girls from California enjoy survival games too, you know! like totally!)
My favourite activity to do in this game is to mine into a mountain near, or in my base. Create a very small wing in the farthest area, and put colonists that have drug addictions in there, one at a time. Of course, I give them a handfull of rations, a hydroponics tray, lights, bed, TV, and sculpting desk. Steel included, and furnish the pad. Claiming the bed as their own, I lock them behind five doors. I check on them every once in awhile, to see how they’re doing. Slowly they drive themselves mad, screaming and banging on the door to be let out just to get one more hit of yayo, wakemeup, flake, or booze. By the end, they’ve changed. Like lobotomized patients, they leave once clean. Their hell’s over. But everytime they look at the drug, they run the risk of going back in this ‘decontamination’ room I made. A person named ‘Ceti’ is a prime example. My place has wakemeup all over it, and, unfortunately, my favourite cultist, Levi. Is a hardcore addict of it. He NEEDS this stuff to do his godly work of research, construction, and gun-fu. But Ceti here has a chemical fascination. Every ing night he’d go berserk because he couldn’t get more Yayo, so he relied on taking Levi’s wakemeup. This proved a terrible move, as every night I’d see him wasting all of my ing drugs on overdosing himself, while levi had a strict schedule. Ceti didn’t follow his. The poor . He got locked up in my decon room. He loved it at first, a great isolated place to himself. But he quickly learned, the hydroponics tray wasn’t for drugs. Oh, no. It was for cotton, for him to be a valuable member of the colony and to help grow some clothing fibres. He started to binge out on food to cope with his crippling addiction to drugs. This proved a terrible move, as he slowly fattened himself up, and then slowly starved himself as a result. The crippling pain was intense, as his only things to do were sleep, watch TV, or make grand sculptures from steel. But, he made it. Malnourished to nearly fatal levels. His drug addiction got cleared. Just as he hit the floor with his bones showing. The bastard lived, but the next day.. He got angry because ‘Oh, why is levi’s room better than mine!’ and the first thing he does..? Get back on wakemeup.
Poor bastard won’t make it out this time. Freeloaders get the Decon room. Get those nasty lazy thoughts out, fill them with productive, happy thoughts. Lazy trash.
Goodbye you sick son of a .