The Darkest Rimworld

Recruit, train, and lead a team of flawed heroes against unimaginable horrors, stress, famine, disease, and the ever-present dark. Can you keep your heroes together when all hope is lost?

Your faction will be a New Tribe.
Start with 4 people, chosen from 10.
Your people will be between 27 and 54 years old.
Start with research: Long blades
Start with research: Plate armor
Start with research: Gunpowder
Start with research: Crossbow
Start with research: Leather tanning
Start with research: Stonecutting
Start with research: Smithing
Start with research: Tools
Start with research: Beer brewing
Start with research: Basic furniture

Incident created:
-Wanderer join

Permanent game condition(s):
-Eclipse: An eclipse is shadowing the surface. It will be dark, even during the daytime.

Start with:
-Silver x1000
-Packaged survival meal x48
-Beer x24
-Cloth x150
-Wood x300
-Steel x500
-Flintlock
-Steel longsword
-Steel plate helmet
-Steel chestplate
-Steel mace
-Steel knife
-Herbal medicine x40

Backstory:

Ruin has come to our Rimworld.

You remember our venerable colony, opulent and imperial, gazing proudly from its stoic perch above the moor?

I lived all my years in that ancient rumor shadowed colony, fattened by go-juice and yayo, and yet I began to tire of... conventional extravagance. Singular unsettling tales suggested that the rimworld itself was a gateway to some fabulous and unnameable research. With relic and ritual I bent every effort toward the excavation and recovery of those long-buried researches, exhausting what remained of our colony silver on... swarthy slaves and... sturdy ikwas. At last, in the salt soaked crags beneath the lowest foundation, we unearthed that damnable research of antediluvain evil. Our every step unsettled the ancient rimworld, but we were in a glitterworld of innovation and madness. In the end, I alone fled, laughing and wailing through those blackened arcades of advancement. Until consciousness failed me.

You remember our venerable colony, opulent and imperial. It is a festering abomination! I beg you, return home, claim your birthright and deliver our colonists from the ravenous clutching shadows of... The Darkest Rimworld.

- CruxMechanica