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Excerpt from a cook’s journal: “You know what’s got me hopping mad? Common bloody ground. Don’t get me wrong, the boss— Er, the Deacon— had the right idea letting the posh crowd in. Not that I like having them around, mind, but we couldn’t well whine about how they treated us and then turn around and abandon the bastards. Heh, “poor” bastards now. It ain’t sunk in yet for most of ‘em, but, heh. No, what’s got me pissed is what one of them was bellyaching about while they was going on about the rations here. He misses tea. Well goodness me or whatever you lot say, don’t we all? None of us have had a proper mug since we left the old country. Granted, a posh fucker like that probably drank some frou-frou bullshit made of imported French flowers or something, while those of us who built this drat city AND the old one drank honest builders. It ain’t tea unless it’s strong enough a rat can run across it, yeah? But here I am, staring this bloke with the biggest mustache I’ve ever seen in the eye, ripe for a bollocking, and instead of that all I can say is, “Yeah. Me too.” Like we’re mates or something. Is agreeing with some rich rear end in a top hat what equality looks like? gently caress, I don’t know that I like that.”
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BassMug posted:Excerpt from a cook’s journal: Well, I hope you like kippers, 'cuz we've got 500 cans of the drat things now.
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Aug 28, 2023 06:54
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The game should give you a trickle of steel as you consume the food.
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Aug 28, 2023 07:35
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Improve Healthcare infrastructure 219 bodies just can't be healed by mortal hands in two days. 219 souls however...
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I have to vote for Triage (already in strawpoll). The number of those gravely sick is beyond what our resources can properly tend to, so we must leave it in God's hands who is to live and who is to die. Thus by the grace of God we shall be purified of those of insufficient faith, with only the truly devout being graced with entry into His Kingdom On Earth.
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Aug 28, 2023 10:46
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Let them in, we can improve our healthcare by doing some Overcrowding (I voted in the poll)
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Aug 28, 2023 14:38
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Let them in - improve healthcare Healing 218 people in two days sounds impossible otherwise I'd go for that
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Aug 28, 2023 15:04
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Let them in, improve healthcare.
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Aug 28, 2023 15:14
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To hell with this sickos, turn them away But I hear you say "We need to be the better man" - You know the easiest man to be better than? A corpse. Also, fighting arenas, public houses and dueling. Let the common man vent his frustration at or upon the former ruling class.
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quote:Captain, one of the lords refuses to work. He says that, "such menial jobs are best left to the common folk." He claims that he used to be a writer or something like that.
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CzarChasm posted:Also, fighting arenas, public houses and dueling. Let the common man vent his frustration at or upon the former ruling class. Wait, but they could win in a duel. Let’s keep it to fists so they gotta use their wimpy li’l noble nooble arms!
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BassMug posted:Wait, but they could win in a duel. Let’s keep it to fists so they gotta use their wimpy li’l noble nooble arms! Bah! Trial by combat is a time honored tradition, and if the lord is truly just and right with god, he shall emerge victorious, regardless of how imposing his opponent.
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Aug 29, 2023 14:01
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One of these days I'll get food additives passed. It can't be any worse than the slop they're already putting in the soup! 
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bbcisdabomb posted:One of these days I'll get food additives passed. It can't be any worse than the slop they're already putting in the soup! Well that depends, which sounds worse to add to your meals? Extra water or extra construction waste(aka sawdust)?
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stryth posted:Well that depends, which sounds worse to add to your meals? Extra water or extra construction waste(aka sawdust)?
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Excerpts from the Journal of the Deacon of Sanctuary - Outbreak It is clear that in Order to fulfill our Duty to our fellow Man, we must expand our Medical Facilities to take Care of our new Neighbours, the Sick Lords.    We need to adjust to the arrival of so many sick people as soon as possible. New medical facilities must be built. The sick lords are among us now, but our people try to stay as far away from them as possible. This has rubbed some lords the wrong way. "They look at us with such disgust and contempt!" one of them complains between fits of coughing. "Our dignity is not diminished just because we're sick." Though the Majority voted for this Outcome, the Minority and the Lords alike are Vocal in their Displeasure over the Situation.  You helped the sick. They and their families are grateful. The first Healthcare Promise is fulfilled, with the opening of a new House of Healing. Three more Facilities must be completed for the latest Obligation.  Sir, people are extremely discontent with your rule! A revolt could break out against you at any minute. What should we do? A Crowd of the Discontented formed outside my Office this very Night demanding my Removal. The Faith Keepers were able to help them see Reason and dispersed the Mob without further Incident.   The mast is stabilised with guy wires attached at three levels. There's a hut underneath it. We searched the shack under the mast. The radio equipment is gone, but we found the logbook. It only confirmed what we already knew. Still, it was painful to read. London knew about the coming winter well in advance. They didn't warn us, they only informed the rich. We were left to die. The Sins of the Lords accrue Day by Day. The Blood of all who died unforewarned in the Cold be on their Hands. Still, we must grant Mercy such as we are granted daily by our own Lord...  A red flag flies atop a leaning mast. There's some kind of hut underneath it. We can see some movement. From the Radio Mast a waving Red Flag was spotted, shewing Signs of Life. The Scouts are traveling in that Direction, preparing for a Rescue Operation.   Captain, some people are spreading wild stories about the sick lords. They say that they're contagious and that if we don't keep away from them, we'll soon all be sick as well. Everyone is on edge. These Rumours are nothing more than the Grumblings of a Discontented Populace. The Sick Lords carry neither Daemons nor Miasma, they are simply touched by the Cold, same as any other Man would be.   Another Group of Lords has been spotted on the Horizon. Their Silhouettes are on the Whole of small Stature, suggesting a large Concentration of Children in this Wave. The Question of what happened to the Adults in their Group is soon answered:   Some lords set up camp here. All of them are on the brink of death. The red flag (actually a duvet case) flies over the most pitiful camp we've ever seen. "I'm glad to see you, although I wish we'd met sooner," croaks one of the lords. "I regret that I can only implore you to give us a proper burial. We're dying and have chosen not to fight it anymore. Please, respect our final request." It seems that, in the Face of a Journey too under-supplied to guarantee the Survival of all its Under-takers, these Parents opted to remain behind and send their Children ahead with the Food and Medicines. Having vowed to re-unite the Families, the Scouts are now escorting them back to the City.   Sir, a group of survivors has reached our city. They are tired, they'll need a place to rest, a bite to eat and perhaps some medical attention. But they are ready to lend a hand however they can. With the Assistance of our snow-adapted Sleds and Knowledge of the Area, the Scouts are able to bring the Adults to the City before their own Children arrive. The healthiest among them are already hard at Work preparing a Place for their Childrens' arrivals.   The majestic ocean liner rises above us as we approach the lowered gangway. Ice surrounds it from all sides. This liner brought many rich people here. They could afford to travel in luxury even in these desperate times. On the bridge we found a letter from Lord Craven to the captain. It reads: "If we encounter any of the vessels stolen by the workers, you are authorised to open fire." A naval gun crudely bolted to the foredeck confirms that he really did want us dead. Once again, G-- d-- that Ebenezer Craven! Not content to let us die like Animals in the Cold, he had to order us shot to make sure the Job was done?  Thanks to the new medical facilities, treating all the sick will be much easier. We no longer need rely solely on crude Tents and untrained Lay Healers - the newly-constructed Infirmary combines top-notch Medical Training and Equipment in a Steam-warmed, permanent Structure.   Captain, a few sick lords have been attacked and brutally beaten by unknown assailants. One of them had to undergo an amputation. The attackers accused the lords of spreading an incurably disease. Sir, people are extremely discontent with your rule! A revolt could break out against you at any minute. What should we do? The Malcontents are back in Force, having permanently Lamed one Lord and badly injured several Others. They are now calling for my Head! The Keepers will not be sufficient to assuage their Wrath this Time.  After a fraught Discussion with a Representative of the Mob, it was demanded that I demonstrate Improvements to their Satisfaction in Two Days, else I should face Exile.   A Fighting Arena has been established in accordance with the new Law. Though I once balked at the Idea of legitimizing such a Barbarous Practice in our peaceful City, it seems that these Fighting Pits will be a wise Investment, allowing the most vicious of the Malcontents to direct their aggression at each Other.  Captain, there's trouble brewing. People in the street are arguing about the role of the Faith Keepers. It hasn't come to blows yet, but the situation is tense. "They're here to keep us on the righteous path, to protect us! If you doubt that, I doubt your faith!" shouts one. "Protect us, or protect the Captain? He used them to break up our protest." How will you resolve this? The Faith Keepers are our Shepherds, here to watch over every One of us Lambs. They are here to maintain Order! Some of the People outside seemed re-assured by this Reasoning, yet others remain unconvinced.   This wreck must have been a winged flying machine - a novel design we've only heard vague rumours of. We had no idea they'd been actually been [sic] made. This machine had four wings arranged in two levels and was powered by engines similar to those used in motor sleds, but more powerful and compact. It seems it was used to carry important loads or passengers, but we only found two bodies on board slumped over the controls in the forward cabin. Blissfully un-aware of the Turmoil at Home, our Scouts have discovered a true Wonder of Engineering. The poor Boys at the Controls appear to have been Americans - they were given a proper Burial, then their Aircraft promptly dismantled for Parts as none of us have any Idea how to operate the Thing.  We know immediately what we're looking at due to its sunny yellow colour - it's a snowcat, the most opulent and advanced of Arctic vehicles. Another, more familiar Vehicle is spotted Nearby.  Through the Methods of providing better Meals, Fighting Arenas, and a rather impassioned Sermon (if I should be so bold), the Edge has been taken off of the Peoples' anger, and they no longer call for my Banishment.  Captain, our people are protesting! They've gathered in an angry crowd, because you've forced them to live in cold homes for too long. They've watched hopelessly as their children have fallen ill and they've had enough. They demand that you do something immediately. Of course, that does not mean their Anger is completely gone, merely re-directed. I have promised to heat some of their Homes within a couple of Days, though I fear this may not truly be possible. That is a Problem for another Day.  Captain, one more group of lords is on the way. Rumour has it that Lord Craven is with them - the lord who ordered our ships to be shot at. Our people are unmoved. "We've dealt with the other lords so far. We'll deal with this one too... One way or another." The Flock is so inured to Hardships that the News that Lord Craven himself is coming hardly seems to make a Difference. He has undoubtedly surrounded himself with Children so as to make it harder to turn him away.   The snowcat is a wreck. It must have been going extremely fast when it hit a block of ice, perhaps in the dark or during a whiteout. The front of the snowcat was completely destroyed. Inside we found two frozen bodies, some supplies, a family photo and a letter from London. It ends: "The worst cold is still to come, but they don't say when. I wish our daughters and I were safe in the north with you already." I wonder if these Wretched Souls are related to the Engineer who we found and buried so long ago. Or perhaps not, and they are merely two of the countless individual Tales of Tragedy to be found out in the Wastes.  We can see some kind of facility, perhaps a sawmill. It looks abandoned. Who knows what Tragedy lurks here? We cannot worry over that right now, because...   Captain, more than forty children led by a few men have gathered outside our city. They want to be let in, but Lord Craven is with the group. What should we do? Our old Nemesis is here in Person. Unarmed, surrounded by Children. Letting them in would cause the worst Social Disruption we have experienced yet, of course, but on the Up-side would require no further Improvements to our Infrastructure. How will we respond to Lord Craven?
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Truly, he is craven. Nonetheless, we have a God-given Duty to the Children. If helping them helps that man, then I suppose we can live with it. …And hopefully, the rat bastard steps into the arena and gets clobbered. Serve him right.
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Aug 30, 2023 05:30
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The game structure is forcing us into a false dichotomy here by requiring us to treat Craven and the children as a single unit, rather than shooting him then rescuing them.
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Aug 30, 2023 05:36
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The Lone Badger posted:The game structure is forcing us into a false dichotomy here by requiring us to treat Craven and the children as a single unit, rather than shooting him then rescuing them. It’s especially dumb considering we could say “Only the able-bodied can come in” during part of A New Home.
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Aug 30, 2023 05:44
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Let him in, let him fight!
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The Lone Badger posted:The game structure is forcing us into a false dichotomy here by requiring us to treat Craven and the children as a single unit, rather than shooting him then rescuing them. That's not to say it won't be an option further down the line, though...
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Remalle posted:For some reason I remembered there being an option to do (almost) exactly that. It might depend on the decisions you've made up to that point, but yeah, it's a little disappointing. Probably requires the Denunciation tech.
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Aug 30, 2023 06:52
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Bring them in Is there even room for all the houses and all the coal equipment?
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Aug 30, 2023 10:00
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Bring em in! I can't see how this might backfire at all.
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So the people are on the verge of tossing us out, just as the power hungry POS Lord Craven turns up? Nah. Supplies are low, he's lovely, and these are not children of the working class, but sons and daughters of lords. Go suck poo poo through a straw. Turn them away
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Aug 30, 2023 16:48
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Bring them in. The children need our help and we can't string Craven up by his toes if he's not allowed in.
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Aug 30, 2023 18:29
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Bring them in, even at risk to our administration, for what's more central to faith than self-sacrifice in the name of compassion? No one ever said being a messiah was easy. EDIT: though I would sign up for any religion that said "Belief #1: being a messiah is easy".
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Aug 30, 2023 21:27
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Send them off. If the Lord wishes for them to survive, they will survive.
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Bring them in. We have seen where spite, hate, and bile takes us. It turns us into Lords. If we are to throw them out as they do so much deserve, that makes us just the same as them. Let us throw it in their faces that we are their betters. And they were given mercy and succor where they would have given none.
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Excerpts from the Journal of the Deacon of Sanctuary - Casting Stones With Reluctance, our Paddock is opened once more to admit the Wolves. Most are but Cubs, and may yet be swayed with Rhetoric and Generosity to grow up as Sheep, but the Worst among their Kind is at their Head.    The old and new animosities between the lords and our people will make coexistence very difficult. To protect the future of our city, you will have to contain the social unrest quickly before it escalates. A few lords herd a large group of kids into the city. Lord Craven is with them. He looks around, visibly frightened. He has lost all his power and is at mercy of our people. The children are unusually quiet. "Most of them are orphans," says one of the lords leading them. The former Prime Minister knows that here, for the first Time, he has no Power. His Fate lies in our Hands.  My own Fate, too, lies now in the Hands of the People! To fully contain the Unrest this latest Development has caused, I must get a Handle on our Discontent.  Captain, some of our people are concerned about the rising number of untreated sick. They're asking you to address the problem. Not only do the newly arrived Lordlings require Housing, we also need a second Infirmary to adequately serve our Population. This will require a staggering Amount of Materials.  Fortunately, our Scouts have brought with them just That. The aforementioned Buildings are commenced immediately, as well as Upgrades to our Coal Thumpers.   Indeed it is a sawmill. It hasn't been used in a very long time. Everything is covered in ice. There was probably an outpost here years ago. Now there's nothing left of it but this frozen sawmill. More Wood will be useful for our continued Growth, but it is truly Steel that we want.  A small village near a frozen lake. Nobody lives there anymore. The Odds of this Village containing a notable amount of Steel are slim, but doubtless we can find Something else of utility.  The new Residences - Bunkhouses, these new Ones, with Retrofits to some of our old Tents underway - are finished, as is the new Infirmary. In terms of Infrastructure, we are now well-situated. Socially, however...  Captain, an angry mob has gathered, outraged by the arrival of Lord Craven. They want his head. "He'll pay for what he did to our people! He wanted us dead, so death is what he'll get! How will we respond to the Lynch Mob?
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ughhhhhhh gotta stop’em because principles. gently caress this guy tho
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Hang'im
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=auzfTPp4moA
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Stop them Killing a man with cause by a mob is wrong by any standard. The man has done crimes, no doubt. But this is not the way to judge him. It must be done formally. And he must be shamed by what he has done. not given an easy out.
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In for a penny, in for a pound Stop them
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Stop We can't spare the steel needed for a guillotine... and I'll be ___ned if we crucify him.
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habituallyred posted:Stop We can't spare the steel needed for a guillotine... and I'll be ___ned if we crucify him. The execution method of choice, as we've discovered in the TurboOrder playthrough is putting someone on the steam vent to be boiled alive.
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Let them proceed. Whoever Soweth Must Also Reap.
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Thus sayeth the Lord, "lol, lmao".
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