Six survivors of a global nuclear annihilation coming from space.
The six of you were surviving with the best of your abilities, with the dream of turning this barren Rimworld into a thriving, united society after crashlanding here years ago. However, Fate wasn't very fond of that idea, as a cluster of test nuclear missiles, coming from outerspace, decimated the surface of the world. You and your associates rush towards the nearest mines, sealing yourself in the heart of the mountain with all the supplies you could get your hands on, before the surface world is torn apart by a cataclysmic detonation. And after many months, you finally emerge into this new world. The air is bitter, but clearing up, as you finally open your stone grave, and wander into the wilderness.
You will be: New Arrivals.
You will start with: 6 people, chosen out of 10.
You will start your story: Standing.
You may start your journey with the following supplies:
-100 Silver.
-60 Packaged Survival Meals.
-290 Raw Fungi.
-40 Herbal Medecine.
-40 Components.
-3 Steel Plate Armors.
-3 Flak Jackets.
-3 Autopistols.
-3 Steel Longswords.
You shall start your adventure near the following supplies:
-650 Steel
-250 Wood
The land is infertile, you cannot sow.
Your people will be between 15 and 32 years old.
100% of your people will be Optimists.
80% of other people will have Toxic Buildup of various severities.
You will start with the knowledge of: Tree Sowing, Long Blades, Smithing, Battery, Solar Panels, Passive Cooler, Stonecutting, Complex Clothing, Complex Furniture, Electricity, Air Conditioning, Nutrient Paste.
You will begin with a Toxic Fallout that will last a single day.
The following events will never happen: Ambrosia Sprouts, Trader Caravan, Orbital Trader, Man in Black, Self-tame, Wandering Farm animals, Visitors, Caravan Meetings, Journey offers, Friendly Raids, Psychic Soothes, Passing Thrumbos.
The following events will bring you permanent conditions of: Climate Cycle.
The amount of foraged food has been set to 0%.
The sensitivity to Toxicity has been set to 115%.
The deterioration rate has been set to 160%.
The filth rate has been set to 200%.
Your skin bathes in the blazing sun's embrace. You gather your supplies, and leave behind the remains of a far future.
May there still be hope in your heart, for They have not fallen for you to die like this.
(Apocalypse/End of the world/Fallout Mods are a favorable addition to this scenario.)
