I will share this, for I don’t think anyone will really notice. If you find this too long and personal, know I love this game, and it is the sole game that has ever made me cry from the end. To give some perspective. I started playing Frostpunk in November 2020. I was now in college, first year, in the depths of Covid. I was, too, in a new, very cold place foreign to me. I had a lot of dread around the 2020 elections in the US. I had no hope, and had a feeling of lumbering doom. A feeling which is still present. Frostpunk presented me a far future, far darker than I’d dare live. A future where there is a great doom, that I had to face. I did my best in the game to be good, the best Captain I could be. I tended to my people, tried to pass good laws, save as many as I could. I regretted not taking in all the refugees as the storm lumbered closer. As the storm came I thought I was ready. Stockpiles that would last me a full month. I had only lost some two people from my memory. Then it hit. My stockpiles and heating held. Then again, and again the storm slammed against my city, against MY people. The last remnants, for all I know, of all humanity. Desperation beset me as my months stockpile eroded into weeks. A week. Days. Hours. Then, to my horror, in what seemed to be the 10th hour of this never ending nightmare: the coal mines are so cold that they may collapse. Without my coal production there won’t be even a SLIM HOPE of reducing the utterly hellish winter. I had to send those five men in. There was no other option. The hero’s did it, they repaired a PART of our mines, production resumed, albeit reduced. Panic was in every blood cell in my veins. Another team would need to be sent to finish the tasks of the dead. I couldn’t NOT do it. It would be suicide otherwise, and suicide for them. They went. They fixed it, and they died. Five deaths in a video game have never hit me harder than that. When I saw that I made it out of that great storm.. when I saw that we had survived. I cried. I bawled my eyes out. I had been able to make it through the most stressful simulated experiences I had ever seen in a video game. Maybe there was hope. Frostpunk shall forever be in my mind for the emotions it gave me, and the experiences. My mind is permenantly reshaped, and although I am not proud of what I had to become to survive, I made it through with the remnants of humanity.
Make hard chooses, live with the conseguenses, and we survived. Fell the deaths on the way, can be literal or figurative, know the pain it was and with all that remember: You did your best and succeed!
Listen, if you're not shoving children into your coal mines while forcing people to get frozen corpses grafted onto them and having your militia beat people up at every opportunity, are you really leading your city right?
When the storm arrives, the announcer says "Brace yourself, the storm is here". Then, the boss music plays and all you can do, is hope that your preparations worked.
i just finished my first frostpunk run and DEAR. *GOD* I SHOULD HAVE PREPARED I DONT KNOW HOW I SURVIVED WITHOUT PREPARATION BUT I DID WITH LIKE TWO PEOPLE
“ that wasn’t the cold? “Of course wasn’t. “The scout says climbing to the lift, where he sees one giant storm, headed straight at the city.” that’s a big storm. Well, they said he must survive.” the scout says as he tracks straight into that blizzard only to be seen again when the storm ends half frozen, repeating the mantra” this city must survive”
I always stockpile coal, my coal miners work 24 hour shifts until I have atleast 3 days supply of coal, my coal mines are as heated as my own citizens homes, without coal you have nothing. Edit: it wasn’t enough, RIP the city known as FromTheAshes.
So -70 degrees is (according to google) -158 degrees Fahrenheit. How the hell do people even survive that? Doesn’t the air practically liquify after that point?
@@looking4agoodtime89 The coldest winters in Siberia and N Canada recorded temperatures of -60* i think. Yet the people there survived, even in the first half of the 20th century when winters were colder. The inuit people survive with thick fur coats made from caribou and elks and eat a lot of fat from fish and seals. It's tough living but they manage and they have for hundreds of years. Fun fact from real life: that house insulation research you do in game is actually hunters giving people animal pelts to put on the walls on their homes. If you cover the inside of your walls with pelts and thick wool textiles that is a very good layer of insulation. I strongly suggest you play Life is Feudal if you liked this game. In that game you not only have to stock up enough food to survive the winter, but you also must make a tailor and create warm clothes for your people. It's a very tough medieval village game.
"A NEW LAW HAS PASSED!" The phrase you hear after a double shift in the coal mine. Rations will be halfed due to the coming storm. You return to your tepid shack, on the outskirts of the furnace. Your wife is still working in the triage shelter after the expedition returned from the wild lands. 3 dead from hypothermia and another 2 having to be amputated. Frost gathers around the window frames as you reheat the oven for your, now pitiful, ration. The children are still out working. Rosaline is coming down with an infection, but marched onto work with the rest of her contingent regardless, for fear of exile. The people despise the regime, but their fear of the elements is greater than their discontent for the leader.
I want to make some kind of joke about Activision Blizzard here (bc blizzard is made of snow and questionable work ethics) but it's stuck in my throat. Or well, fingers.
I will say that, logically speaking, it makes more sense to keep the sick away from working. Their productivity would be low, and they may infect others. Granted, that's using modern knowledge to metagame, as Frostpunk's characters don't know wtf a germ is 😂
The thumping of the unmaintained automatons can be heard from all over the city, they could not even afford food for the poor even less so for materials. Each day the sound of a distant storm grows louder only outmatched by the thumping of bodies falling The captain looks onward, guilty, and angry for what he has become, there is little to pay for if there is no one left to pay for.. He looks out one last time. "The City Must Survive."
This game did apocalypse better than any other. In other games you’re killing everything that moves like there’s an endless population? In Frostpunk you very quickly realize that each NPC walking around is one of the last people left on earth, and they put all their faith in YOU to save them.
I really liked it when I put on emergency shift before the storm and the people don’t complain because they know what is coming and the sacrifices we must make.
Beautiful game. There was even a little window saying something like "Moral is high amongst the workers. The emergency shift will be tiring, but they know it's necessary to prepare for the storm."
Filling your city with automatons and maxing them out on the coal mines is a relief i never knew that could exist. The tesla city outpost workers are the true mvps, as they literally carried my entire coal production on their backs.
And they were the first people to perish from the storm because Tesla City was hit first and you definitely won't call them off before the storm hit them for maximizing the number of steamcore
“You think I do this for MY selfish desires!?!?” The City Captain shouted to the Rebel Leader “I hate watching my people suffer, I am forced to drug myself just to sleep at night. My dream’s are filled with the screams of workers lost to my carelessness, the moans of the countless sick and wounded I can’t afford to give aid, and the cries of small children whose parents have yet to return from the mines.” Tears pour from his eyes as he continues, freezing to his face “I hate what I have become but I’ve done it out of necessity! The city must live on or we all die! And the generator demands the blood, sweat, and tears of the same workers it keeps warm!” He hangs his head in defeat adding one last statement “You don’t even realize what you’re looking at. When you either throw me out or execute me and take my place you will slowly start to realize you are now starring at your future self.” (I know the writings kinda scuffed, especially at the end, please forgive me)
@@urteleszkop I think that Frostpunk doesn't needs a serie in general. Series lack the interaction of games, and thus, the experience becomes less poignant to the viewer, as it doesn't results from your actions. I sure know I wouldn't be into Frostpunk so much if it wasn't for the game. On the topic of the director, I wish they don't reproduce the same mistakes from TNT's Snowpiercer serie. I've rewatched the movie yesterday and I'm willing to say that the show has completely missed the point. The conclusions are great but the rest in-between sucks.
"I was there when they banished the old captain into the endless winter. I joined the crowd in its roar of approval as the new rulers shredded the unjust laws - no more child labor, emergency shifts, or harmful food additives. Yet, the House of Pleasure decree stood unscathed, but in the heat of the moment we turned a blind eye. The captain's final words were swallowed up by the collective euphoria. But I, standing close enough, heard his raspy voice clearly over the din, "I only ever cared about this city surviving". When our eyes met, memories flooded back - him entrusting me with an automaton, a symbol of faith. In his eyes, I saw a silent plea, but it was too late. The decision had been made. Now, as whispers of dwindling coal supplies ripple through the city like a chilling breeze, and the temperature plunges day by day, I can't help but question our actions. His words reverberate in my mind, a haunting echo. Maybe he was right after all."
Ah, yes. I remember the first time I faced the end storm. I never imagined a city building game could even have a boss fight. I had fun playing it, I made a lot of mistakes and wasted a lot of time and resources. I actually didn't store enough to go thru that storm. I had no idea how bad it was gonna be. Not to mention I was trying to save everyone so I let every wave of refugees in, knowing I didn't have the facilities or resources for more people. I didn't even imagine the cold would get so bad, my main source of coal would stop working, making things a lot worse. I didn't have the coal to keep the generator working for long before that, and now this meant this would happen a lot earlier. At some point things went so bad there was this non-stop caravan of people bringing corpses to the cemetery, some of them dying on their way there. The city survived, but so many died. On a lighter note, I tried again later, with this knowledge and I managed to save every soul I could, including all of the refugees. The only people that died, I could count with the fingers of a hand, and it was caused by random events.
Dude, I have a similar experience in my first game. I only can end it with the last law of religion, making a lot of corpses. For the Storm, my city had like 600 people... For the end of the game just survive 150.
for my part I sadly neglected upgrades till it was too late, and the generator was barely enough to keep he worst of the cold at bay while overworked. And then i had to send a child in the generator to make a repair to prevent the whole thing from exploding, a repair that would see the kid die from the heat, and I gave the order... Only for the generator to explode anyway, causing everyone to die a mere day before salvation came. I sent a kid to die alone in that machine and he probably didnt even make it to do the repair, all for nothing when h could have stayed with his parents and maybe survive if I just shut the generator a little more. Second playthrough was a breeze though. Was literally swimming in coal with a maxed generator, as the automatons didnt care for the temperature.
My first playthrough (which I finished a few days ago) I frantically researched hothouse improvements not realising the crops would freeze until it was too late. I filled the stockpiles with coal and soup, and made the painful decision to leave the sick refugees behind. 45 people died to keep the mines running. Countless more because I rushed out medical posts instead of replacing the useless hothouses with infirmaries. When the thaw came after the storm I was shocked. The engineers made it sound like the final freeze would last days. I ordered my first and only use of triage just hours before the end. Those patients could have lived! 382 survivors. But we did not cross the line.
This is one of the first strategy/survival games that actually felt punishing for not preparing well enough. Each lack preparation just ate away at the next as I fail, feeling as if there was nothing i could do, then it dawned on me that every. single. minute. choice. mattered. I couldn't just randomly choose this or that and think I could brute force my way through the apocalypse like so many other survival games. This one made the slippery slope of bad choices like an ice ramp into a frozen lake. unlike other games, Frostpunk starts you on 'fuck up once, you'll feel it, fuck up twice, you're done'
"The city must survive!" "Sir, you've accepted four hundred refugees and completely neglected making more than one hunting lodge. I'm all for surviving but your managerial skills are terrible-" "The city MUST SURVIVE! Now quickly, build another workshop!" "S-sir, you already have four..."
"Oh neat, a city builder survival game from the This War of Mine guys, lets give it a go!" 3 hours later: So thats how i started a cult and killed half the people in the city. BUT THE CITY MUST SURVIVE
What really made me realize the severity of the storm was the comments my people made about the wind being too loud to think. It must have been so scary for them meanwhile I'm chilling in my warm room and listening to The city must survive and stressing about discontent rising
@@lordpennyson4782 Yes man that gave me goosebumps! I never went too far with the Order tree and didn't create a Gulag, so this was the first time I heard it. In my game it was always an encouragement, but here it is an "order"! MARCH to your quarters!
I kinda wish that in the storm the announcer would get less commanding (or calming depending on what purpose you chose) and would slowly get a bit more nervous and more persuasive with the populace until eventually on the final day he straight up issues a emergency lockdown and urges everyone to stay in their homes and either says “our leader is doing everything he can” or “may god be with us all”
@@beaglebombergaming4117No matter how good you do the houses always freeze at the final stage, even with fully upgraded generator on overdrive. So I think at least some nervousness would be justified in any instance.
@@bluscout1857 The game got me so fucking immsersed I legit remembered him sounding more panicked. But I probably imagined it because I WAS SO HYPED *Dad shows up with his lost daughter* *LETS GOOOOOOO*
The A Song of Ice and Fire of the gaming universe. They pull absolutely no punches making you justify decisions that would make even the Moustache Man horrified.
“ but that’s monstrous. Forcing people to work at temperatures where dry ice is snowing. Leaving the dead for dead leaving people that barely have a cold for dead? They do what with the dead!?
@@jgamer2228I personally prefer the religious route since the morale boost especially before storms helps me get through, plus the city sounds so much more alive and happy, until I go too far and select the final law in the tree, then my city sounds like a hallow husk of what it once was.
I like how at the very VERY end of the game (mostly the very last 2 or so days) as the temperatures drop to points that should physically be impossible, you begin to realize that you can't really do anything at that point. The air around your workers is literally liquefying around them, and you're running out of coal. At the very end, you finally decide to shut down the things taking up the most manpower and wait for daybreak to come. You literally put your entire city into the hands of mother nature as you wait to see if you even make it to the next day. It's honestly one of the few experiences of pure powerlessness and how everything you try and do at the end eventually leads to you just hoping and praying that you actually make it through the storm.
Turning on the overdrive at the end and seeing it have absolutely no effect gave a unique feeling of despair. Specially when I checked the warmth meter and saw the -Weather modifer. Its so cold that the game doesn't even bother giving it a rating because we're not going to be able to overcome it.
"Captain! I have the final report on preparations!" The Captain looks up, tired but resolute. "Proceed." The scout is beaming in spite of his fatigue. "Sir! We've done it! We have a week's worth of prepared rations in cold storage! All scouting and outpost teams have safely returned! We've rescued all souls we could find from the wasteland, and they're all safely sheltered." "That's fantastic news. Continue." "Sir. The Automatons have all of our production stations handled, including the new Steam Coal Thumpers we had to erect once the Coal Mines collapsed...the people are extremely grateful that you chose to sacrifice the mines instead of their lives, by the way..." "I'd sooner blow my brains out than send any of our people to their deaths. Continue." "Sir! I...I truly believe we have done _everything we possibly could_ to prepare for this storm. I can't--I can't think of anything more we could do." "There is one thing, scout." "Sir?" 4:29 The Captain walks to the window as the Warning Horn sounds. The wind outside audibly kicks up, and then an ominous crackling follows as the frost creeps further along the windows, trying its hardest to encroach on the domicile within. "...Pray, my friend." The captain turns and looks the reporting scout in the eyes with a grim, but determined expression. "Pray for us all. *The city must survive."*
Piotr is an incredible composer. I can't believe these tracks are NOT purposefully designed to give you goosebumps, so that you actually feel the cold seeping through. The low brass at the start of The City Must Survive, if played by good speakers, will make your whole house vibrate and send shivers down your spine.
I've never had a game that pushed me to my limits like this. I basically had a count down timer until I'd be usurped, and when the storm ended. THE LAST HOUR OF THE TIMER the storm ended and I won. No resources. Two automatons. And almost 150 bodies to be buried
Finally got around to play the game. Knew there would be the storm, but not exactly when or how bad it was I went for easy mode and cruise through the game, not crossing the line And then the storm hit Scouts and foragers were already home, so, when the beacon was pulled down, no one was coming back. That man that went out for his daughter was on his own. All my gatherers brought their zeppelins in the hangars. Some houses replaced bunkhouse in a desperate hurry. The wall drill and charcoal kiln kept running as wall as the coal thumper. The few automatons I had would cover the coldest workplaces, and humans would have to do for the gathering. An evening prayer to keep the hope as high as could be in these desperate times. No building were to be built. As a Captain I knew I was mad, but not as mad. Steel stopped being gathered, no point for that. And the storm held The Generator glowed in the night. From the heat it outputted and from the metal, glowing red from the stress. This afternoon, it will be shut so we can survive the night. The medical facility will be able to survive the shock, but that is not the problem. Everyone toils so that the charcoal does not run dry, and as the Captain, I am pretty proud of the planning I had on this. But we are missing food, and hunger is starting to take it's toil And the storm held Food.. we are all hungry. We did not resort to cannibalism yet, though the cold lets the meat stay intact. We might have to. But after the storm. For now, everyone is to keep working. The Generator will have hiccups today. An engineer bursted through the doorway begging me to stop the overdrive, the bolts are about to melt it seems. Funny that there is still something as too hot, here. In the coldest city in the world. In the only city in the world... And the storm held We lost more than 70 people to starvation and we will loose twice in the next few days. I don't know how the others are not starving, but I do not care. The cold is barely kept at bay, my chief engineer having lost faith as I play with the overdrive to keep the city warm. No damage until it reaches 100%? Then we will stay over 90% and the citizens of this hellhole better thank me that they do not have the time to have a frostbite before the Generator is back on. People refused to work, but I don't care. Just one more night. Please, dear Generator, just one more night. A prayer, and a resolve. And the storm left From nearly 700 people, we are now down to 580. Not bad, considering that air was starting to liquify and rain on us. The Gatherers left as soon as we saw light, they know that the city will survive if they bring food home. Funnily enough, last week was free of discontent. It seems that the end of the world make people more accepting. But we survived. The cold left. Most of it. Minus 30 is not that cold, all things considered. The engineers cries of joy echoed the halls. The Generator won't blow up today. And we did not descend into madness
You have enough gas do live as usual u du**ss(sorry), and even if not, then spend a little more money, but for that the rashists will not have money to produce weapons that will kill people. Слава Украине!
God, holding on to those moral decisions for as long as possible. I think I only had one run where I managed to keep with my moral compass and wasn't forced to go against it and prioritize the survival of the city.
When I first played frostpunk, my generator was constantly working on overdrive during storm. Because of my carelessness I forgot about overheat, and had to sacrifice a child. Even then, at the final day, I had to dose overdrive something like 2 hours of overdrive- 1 hour of cooling down
God that frost sound in this game is terrifying and it manages to give me chills everytime I hear it. I probably have a hundred hours playing this with so many failed attempts. 😅
7:16 I like to think that those violins are the storm hitting the city, meanwhyle, the metal instruments ( I dont know how the name) are the generator, working in limit mode for the sake of people.
I thought I interpreted it differently than you but the more I thought about it I think I agree. I initially interpreted the upper stings as desperation and trying to do as much as possible to survive and the high strings constantly descend as the storm gets worse. and the low brass and low strings represent determination and hope, they’re the peoples will to survive as long as possible. And after I thought about it more the generator itself is the personification of the peoples hope and their will to survive. And the storm is the embodiment of the peoples fears that they’re desperate to overcome.
frostpunk: the game where i unironically said that putting children to work was the best option for early game and the devs made boss music for the weather.
I remember, I had to employ literally everyone to Coal so the generator wouldn’t die *and hearing the violins while basically seeing around 10 to 12 people (including children) die an hour (in game)* is a *whole* different experience…
I keep hearing people say this and I have one question to ask about it, do most people not build automatons in the first playthrough that actually survives till the late game? I loved the first one we get for free so I made sure to get some once I got the factory.
My third playthrough I faced the coming of the storm, I was a genocidal leader letting only the strong refugees running from the storm come in. The ill or the crippled were left on the edge of the pit to rot. Or to bury themselves in snow in some hope they'd survive.. The storm slowly passed over the crater as my city screamed in terror, I radioed the technicians to put the generator on full force. The children outside playing in the snow quickly froze before my eyes, I inside of my house watching them freeze and become as lifeless as a statue. -120 Celsius is something foreign to this part of the planet, How could the clouds not disappear as the float over this planet? It was all desperate thoughts to distract me from my starving citizens, I had to pull 80% of the medical workers out of they're workplaces as the people getting us coal had mostly frozen besides one soul worker.. Working his hardest to keep his two children and wife alive as he had been here from the start, He walked back and forth slowly transporting the coal almost freezing over each time he did so. His body quaking as I watched from my window, all but 100 of my former 500 population had frozen in they're homes, My beautiful empire I had built in the matter of days slowly crumbled, I guess this is what you get when you reject the sick and exploit lone survivors in the wasteland. But I feared not of death, I had killed many and was sure my time was coming, I had what remained of my scientists to begin researching bypass overdrive to heat the homes close to it as the few medics slowly began to freeze themselves leaving over 200 critically injured to rot.. Not even being able to bury they're bodies, We pushed through and through until the generator was about to explode from overdrive, Just a few more hours I muttered as I saw our population slowly dwindle in the last hours, Families dead for days in the street holding each other frozen in place. The frost was almost over until I heard an alarm, what remained of the people and guards were revolting, I quickly locked my door as I heard them chant and scream. The revolver on my desk glistening in the light, I watch as they try to kick in the door while I race to my revolver and stand behind my office desk against the glass. They finally burst through the door like a pack of hungry wolves, Two guards quickly rushed towards me I shout one in his neck and he fell on the floor gurgling as the other got shot in the head.. A young 13 year old boy began to try and jump over my desk.. I instinctively pulled the trigger watching him fall. The people watching in horror began to run themselves after making it past the pile of two bodies at the front of my door. I forget to cock the hammer and try to shoot but it was too late, They wrap a cord around my neck as I struggle and they began to bang my back against the glass. It slowly cracking before, BANG My brain calculates things so fast it seems everything is going so slow, My body slowly falling as I can barely move, I slowly begin to feel to cold air on my skin knowing I'd die from breaking my neck or frost bite.. There's nothing I can do and as just as I realize that I hear a crack and things go black.. I tried my best, For the one who is suppressed, Will give the leader unrest.
*I did it for all of us. I did it to save us all. It was for the greater good. These are the kind of thoughts you'll be left with, as the apocalypse seems to come down all around you.* *Did you cross the line?*
"Come in,! hurry up goddamn!!. Bring those childrens to the City faster" I say for myself trying to save the childrens of the cave before the big Storm arrives.
8:07 Engineer," Captain are you Mad!?! The Generator can't handle the stress of overdrive anymore! We need to throttle down!" Me, " If it blows, we all die. If I throttle down, we all die. There are no options left, no solutions, no compromises, only hope. Hope that the steel of the generator is as strong as our will to survive. Hope that all we sacrificed was not in vain, damning us to a frozen hell upon which we deserve. Maintain current output, and may god have mercy on us all....."
I really wish that the event where a man’s daughter flees the city to escape the coming storm actually did something should you choose to allow him to chase after her. It would be incredibly fitting if, in the midst of the freezing chaos, where a single man braved the elements to save his daughter, the city would get a massive boost to Hope on their return.
getting the marathon endurance achievement is one of my greatest feelings of accomplishments (100 days extreme endurance survival mode) ive ever had from a game, literally the first 15 days make or break the entire run and luckily means you wont ever have to redo a day past 10 if you play right however having to replay those first 5 days 50 times was a new level of hell
This game really put you in the perspective of the leaders of old world when everything was so harsh and survival is counted on a daily basis. Will you send the hunter out in the wilderness with piecing cold, will you send your farmers out on the field with the hungry beasts lurking.
Nothing felt better than that last call to send those scouts ahead to see what that last second-farthest location withheld. The storm was already upon me but I figured the odds were good they’d make it back. 20. Children. Saved by their teachers from the horrid sight of the infighting and collapse of Winterhome. Cared for as long as possible until food ran out and the teachers had to look for more. They never returned, they didn’t make it. They died believing hope was lost and those children would freeze to death, starving. Thank God for my last call, now back to work, you little brats.
@@templario0717 Because of Russia sanctions, north stream pipelines and so on we, europeans, are facing dire conditions this winter. Look at Germany, Sweden and so on. Meanwhile the USA sells it's low quality shale gas 7x the normal price to the EU. Way to go...
@@seanurbik the germans, French, dutch and many other EU nations banned usage of Coal Generators, Their gas generators are useless as They decided to involve against Russia in the Ukrainian war and Russia cutted off gas to europe, And some even went to the extreme of forbidding the usage of electric heating due to lack of energy, and if it doesnt escape the mind, germany forbade the usage of Wooden heating furnaces "for a cleaner world", just as the reason they closed the other generators. Oh, can't forget, they increased taxes and rules over farms, closing many for the new "cleaner world" initiative... You know, "climate change", the prices of food increased, so to many have to chose between paying heating or food.
There is a high pitched sound in the second song. I guess it is a violin sound and it is similar to the voice of wind when almost all voices stop for a brief time. Magnificent. It gives you the feeling of the frost of -150.
I still don’t know how, but my second attempt I managed to not have child labour or have change food laws and I didn’t even complete the order tree and won the londoner event. It was a fever dream of a run but my proudest achievement
Not only the temperature drop to -150c the beat also drop too and in the end my tears of relief drop after realizing the storm has passed and the sun shines again
In Darksouls, the Dead means nothing too you, how meany time you will Be Slautert evry time You sand UP In Frostpunk evry Life counts, you can feal evry one of the People that are not there anymore, either because you lost a good worker or a Menber of your Chity You cannot spit dead in the Fce if he is behind evry thning you do and just waits
The engineer looks on in defeat at the generator controls. Both he and every engineer, worker and child had given everything they had to keep the city alive, yet all of their work, blood, sweat and now freezing tears may now be for nothing. The storm now upon them was first sighted weeks in advance, giving them the precious time needed to stockpile food, coal, steel and wood for their battle against the unbridled wrath of mother nature seeking to envelope the city in her icy embrace. Expeditions and outposts had been recalled, homes were reinforced, and the generator had been upgraded to maximize both its warmth and its hunger for fuel to battle against the mighty storm. Despite the darkness that was cast over the city, hope was high. At least at first. Automatons had taken over the jobs of the miners and drillers during the storm, meaning many people were able to spend time with their families. A welcome respite from the months of toiling without rest. But then the temperatures dropped. Then they dropped again. And again. Eventually the coal mines ceased to function as the hydraulics keeping the tunnels from collapsing froze and burst, collapsing the mines. Coal was falling rapidly, but calculations shown that even with the generator at full throttle and every heater in the city at maximum output, coal would not run out before the storm had passed. But even though they had done everything right, even though it was mathematically impossible to fully exhaust their resources, they may all still die. The generator had been set into overdrive to duel with the howling wind and the unyielding frost days ago and was now at its limit. By now the pistons were breaking, the turbines were being shredded and the red-hot steel walls of the generator were cracking. Engineers were scrambling to patch the damages, simultaneously being frostbitten by the storm at their backs and burnt by the mechanical beast at their fronts. Rivets and scrap shot of from the generator onto the people who had gathered at its base, not daring to try and reach the safety of their homes through the snow-covered streets, deciding that the dangers of the generator were less than those of the streets speckled with the corpses of those who had thought otherwise and perished in the cold as a result. The storm was forecasted to be over today, but the generator looked ready to blow at any moment. Every pressure gauge was reading its maximum, superheated steam was spewing from pipes and cracks and the groans of both man and machine bellowed from all over the generator. Their machine was failing, losing its battle and ready to blow. But lowering the output and relieving the machines stress would also mean certain death for the city and so their leader decided that it would be better to all be killed with the explosion then to slowly perish in the cold. The engineer fell to his knees, praying to god, any god who had not yet forsaken them to give the machine the strength it needed to fight off the storm for just a bit longer. But inside himself he knew that if any god had wanted them to live, the generator would never have been needed to be built in the first place. The same generator that was now growing quieter with each passing second. The engineer looked up and saw another man, hand still on the lever which had set the generator to its lowest possible output. The engineer looked at the man in shock but before he could utter a word the man lowered the scarf on his face, revealing the largest smile the engineer had seen in months. "Storms over lad, looks like the big girl could keep us safe after all." He said while gently patting the control desk. "Think that the captain will give us a day off now?"
I stored to much food, I had like 5000 food rations and more being made but not enough coal to keep the generator running at the higher levels. I went from a city of 200+ to a city of less than 50 but the city survived :)
После окончания каждой композиции в ролике спустя несколько секунд затишья (4:25 и 8:35) сигнальный гудок и объявление диктора звучат особенно устрашающе. Великолепно! - Слышишь? Вроде стихло... Неужели мы- *Гудок и треск льда на стёклах* - Господи...
“ the captain will turn on the local hub stealing my child. The captain wouldn’t leave us to freeze. It will be OK my child. It will be OK. “ captain, a outer circle house has been found to have the documents frozen”
I love how insightful the game is on what happens to people in extrema situations, we come to look to something for hope. Weather it be religion or the state, and someone dies,. You wish to save everyone but you can't because at a point you have to do something or everyone will die.
The lines crossed on the path to survival will brand me for the deepest pits below. And i shall happily march across the threshold myself, for if we survive? The city shall live. The people shall live. My life shall be the last we need to give up, We shall weather this storm. We Must.
