Kenshi: Cannibal Crusade | FLOODLANDS BRAWL - Ep. 2 | Let's Play Kenshi Gameplay 

BUGUBS DIARY, THE SECOND ONE! TODAY CHIEF JEE-O GAVE A WEIRD BOX TO BUGUB AND SAID FOR HIM TO GO FIX A TIN MAN, BUGUB DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY CHIEF JEE-O WANTS TO FIX THEM, WE CAN'T EAT THEIR FLESH, I TRIED IT BEFORE!

I love your Kenshi LP's and you've got a nice style of RP 👌

I love this new cannable story keep up the good work!!

That's your best kenshi series for me. Feels good rewatching this

Another awsome video

Great Video koko can I also be added to the group? For the tribe I think Demon Tribe is good Name:Joban Race:Cannibal Gender:Male Weapon:Cleaver or 2 katanas Backstory: Joban is a Warrior from the same tribe as Jiyo.He is friends with Jiyo and just got back from a raid against the other cannibals. Jobans father was a leader of the cannibals and taught Joban how to fight until he was captured by the same men who kidnapped Jiyo mom. Joban would join Jiyo to rescue his father and Jiyos mom, Joban should also want a group of his own but still be a loyal subordinate to Jiyo. Any type of armor you chose will do.

Oh yeah. Why does that skeleton and greenlander remind me of Coth and Brink???!! Hint hint wink wink!

Mothers blood might be a fitting tribe name

If you prefer not to have martial artists in the tribe feel free to give my character whatever you have laying around. A polearm would be my favorite but a cleaver is great too. Some great exploration and the tribe is growing quickly! Well played!

(A proper backstory for Myal-Brak'r) History tells stories about the free people. Once where settlers and traders alike were once content beings of prosperous nature, stolen away by the Holy Crusade, they then became what we call Cannibals. The land became baron and dead that's filled with famished monsters. Once the families had nothing to eat, they ate themselves out of desperation, but some desired no part in cannibalization. Families tried to survive off of what was left of the land claimed, but alas they had to eat their own kind to survive. There once was child who hated his father for committing cannibalization because his father ended up eating his mother for survival. The mother was caring for her son, while the husband cared only for his survival. The child then grew up to eat his own father and take over the tribe of cannibals. Some even say that the young cannibal leader hated the idea of cannibalism therefore he chopped his own tribemates to make himself feel better, but sooner or later he was dethroned and eaten alive to be replaced with a new leader. The cycle repeats for every tribe... *That is what the old wise shaman told me.* My mother doesn't like idea of cannibals and therefore fed me proper food in secret, while my father is pure cannibal blood descended from greater warriors of our tribe. I didn't speak much because I always do what I'm told, Whenever I mistaken myself, I get hurt, If I eat meat to survive, then I must survive, If I want to be great warrior, I be great, If I give in to great warrior, I be dead meat. To me, this means nothing and I feel lost, but whenever I speak to the old wise shaman, he sees through me and tells me that I'm different. Whenever he speaks to the tribe warriors, he speaks of blood and pride saying that *We must become one with the body and mind in order to be greater warriors.* But when it comes to me *"Your not like those speech-impaired fools and neither is you're mother."* You seem lost and imprisoned. He told me the origins of cannibals and how he hoped to find salvation within these lands. Although you see no salvation in these lands, these people here haven't forgotten the old ways of the content and living. An old wise shaman hides his secrets containing berries, meat, veggies, and water which is forbidden in the tribe. He despairs and cries out for a *Spirit* to help comfort him even though there is no help in sight. For these times where being the greatest warrior means you get to live for an eternity, they have forgotten that no one is immortal. Me, Mother, and the shaman are shackled by those who are truly blind. Mother once told me to run and never look back, I got beaten... The shaman tells me that the free people were once spirits that can never be shackled! *Who are these spirits?* I asked. The old wise shaman told me that these spirits overcame death, pain, fear, starvation, imprisonment, desperation, and the Unknown. Free people were the ones to define what it means to be a free spirit, but now it is forgotten. *"But when I look at you, I see someone different!"* says the shaman. One who embraces who he is and becomes one with the mind and body! There are no great warriors in blood and pride, but those who are *truly free!* *"Now... Don't just run Myal! Fly and let your wings spread like a Falcon. Show the world how free you really are!"* And so, I set off with my tribemates in battle and blood, indulging in pain and others torment as they once treated my ancestors and my mother as raw meat, dismantling anyone of my tribemates or other tribes who get in my way, humiliating my enemies by mocking their traditions, while I carry hatred in my hand, passion through torment of myself, and a free spirit within my body and mind. I plan to define the very meaning of a free spirit. *One that WILL NOT BE FORGOTTEN!* I am a being that will be remembered as the one who inherited the *Spirit Of The Forgotten.*

name: Bad Seed Breed: Cannibal Gender: Male Favorite weapon type: Sabers Favorite Armor Type: Medium / Light background: Bad seed, he was constantly thinking, always with a lost look in the fire of the campfire or the immensity of the stars and planets that fly the planet at night, all the time he thought From when he was a child, who was his mother or who was his father, he simply did not know and could not know, constantly children were born of the same women and the same men, and despite being related in blood, bad seed did not see them as a family, He saw them as a group which simply welcomed him and who for some reason raised in his tribe. teaching him the tribal scriptures under the heat of the tin huts or the scorching sun, he did not complain about the heat but he could complain when he was left without observing and understanding, that is why at night he would sneak out of the sleeping tents to go to the cells or posts where they hung and locked up strange people, those people who did not look like his own but who did look like a certain way, at first the first time he saw them he did not understand why they were hanging, then he understood that they were hanging and They were locked up for their meat, but still couldn't understand why they kept doing it often, something he understood and could understand, they were from another tribe and that tribe was rare, wearing helmets made of plants, thin and heavy weapons at times, sticks that could throw sticks And those things that some carried on their backs, made of leather but not the usual one, he took it off the corpse of someone in a cell, it weighed a lot so he dropped it to the ground once it was He was in his hands, seeing and looking for what it was, he ended up understanding that it was something like a chest made of a rare leather which he opened to see inside, inside he only found things that he understood as noisy stones, those things that come from those structures As big as a hill sometimes they made funny noises if he shook them a lot, he found papers with pictures of strange beings of insect appearance, one with a head as big as a trunk, really surprising for him and another one who only understood one thing "Beep" He did not understand much of all the paper with that single word but they both stayed for their fun, and at the end of that leather chest he found books, rectangular and of different colors, at first he did not know what they were but when he opened one and put on Looking through the leaves he realized something, the symbol of a flame and the drawing of a metal man, there he began to understand one thing the world was much bigger than he thought and that maybe we were all co nected in some way or another.

Love it

Maybe the Cannibal Crusade will rule the world with alcohol that would be very nice.

Could you make a tutorial on how to install Tsuki reshade? As I have not been able to install it at all. I have checked many websites and Reddit posts on how to install it.

You could name it the red spring

Zero be jojo posing doe

Amazing video🔥 i love kenshi, but what i love more than playing it is watching such entertaining videos like this, keep it up👍 Greetings from germany🇩🇪🙌🏾

Just found this series really fwi keep doing them!

Name: [Moth ] Race: [ Cannibal] Gender: [Male] Preferred Weapon type: [Katana] Preferred Armor type: [Heavy Armor] Backstory: Moth was a Tech hunter who loved a challenge, when one day he heard of an 80.000 Bounty from a tech hunter friend. Moth was very stealthy and great at assassinating people, he thought this job was going to be easy. So the following day he went over to where the bounty was seen, and there he was, The Cannibal Grand Wizard. Unfortunately Moth was caught sneaking towards The Cannibal Grand Wizard, and captured. But The cannibals Saw Potential in him, they saw him worthy to join their tribe, So they gave Moth a choice. Either he joins them and leaves behind his old tech hunter life, or he gets eaten alive. The awnser was easy for Moth as he really didn't want to die, so he joined the tribe. Getting used to Human Flesh wasn't easy, but eventually he did manage to eat Human Flesh without throwing up. Now he just hunts Those that are unfortunate enough to go to the cannibal plains. [I Really hope that I can get into your series, I would atleast really love that.]

Game name Gnue...The Grey Blood Drinkers Tribe ! Good vid as always, watched and Liked 👍

name the Tribe The Fried Skin Tribe

A good name you could use for the tribe is the bleeding throat tribe. Just kinda made it up on the spot

we invite you to be dinner trib

REND THE FLESH!

Long live kingkoko

32:06 Flog the skeleton laughs as he is about to wipe the whole party

red blood tribe ?

26:00 fishy mon fishy fishy mon 🕺

Your name to be bone cruncher

I'm doing a playthrough of this and I see maybe a fraction of the painted guys that you are seeing. It's very frustrating being constantly outnumbered 5:1 dont know why it's like this

I didn't realize grog sold for that much I thought it was only hundreds not thousands of cats. is that a mod or something I just overlooked?

Loving it

merry christmas koko