My colonists all died except for the doctor right before a raid once. The doctor was incapable of fighting, so my only defense was her dog...

Then the doctor took out a beer and started drinking through the attack which ended the colony :P
There are screenshots of the colony on my profile. If I can, I'll edit this post to add a link.

[Edit]: https://steamhost.cn/steamcommunity_com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1349774099

Haha :D
That's why Im using "Pawns are capable!" :P

I was playing with one pawn which I named after myself and gave them traits which I thought would fit me in real life, i like shooting, so i choose "shooting enthousiast" some traits may not be included since I use a mod that adds traits but idk what traits are added since I always use it.. I like sowing plants so i picked "green thumb" I also am a careful shooter, I take ages to pull the trigger tho.. and I picked bloodlust as a counter buff, because I assume I would find it satisfying to pull the trigger and see a body fall to the ground. but there "I" was. in a Boreal forest by myself with NO research done before, I did however start with cloth clothing. (a t-shirt and some pants) I made a bow and a small shack. everything went great until a lady crashed nearby, her name is Araceli. she was the perfect person to have in my colony, and since I had the mod Children and school on, I was hoping to see a baby!! so I rescued her and she joined my colony. then i watched a whole lot of memes before deciding I needed some free real estate ;) which i build! it was a home to be proud of, wooden walls, a kitchen, a walk in freezer (no freezers yet but it has a vent since winters are cold enough) 2 bedrooms, a living room, a hallway, for the door and a hallway for the bedrooms, it even had a small butchering room, since i assume you don't like it when someone is butchering a hare in when you leave your room or finish eating dinner. i soon build myself a small "factory" which had a research table... i researched stone cutting and soon made my walls out of sandstone. after a year my character and Araceli got in love, i knew that since they were the only ones there they would get married since no one else is there to talk to. so i build a small church and they got married some time later, she however seemed to be pregnant! 45 days later a child named Mario was born, but i used a random name generator online to eventually find the name Colin, that sounds a bit better knowing Mario is not a name i would give my child in particular. (sorry everyone whoms name is Mario) colin was the same as his dad... careful shooting and flaming enthousiasm about guns, i was surprised... his body size is 0.20!!! he is so tiny. he walks very slow and cant even clean. all he do is consume food and slight his parents. i also have a mod called "roofs expanded" which allowed me to make a small greenhouse since i was to lazy to hunt everyday and hunting was especially hard since i ALSO have a mod called real fog of war which allows me to see what the character sees. i also build another real estate, with only a living room, 2 bedrooms and a hallway... i also have hospitality mod on... so i build a small hotel for them, tribes seem to be enjoying them. now, Araceli is pregnant again and after that i think she is done, i will either put them apart (not ideal) or craft birth control.. i also plan on moving to a mountainous region soon to dig myself in and have ONE defensive border. i hope the kid will grow to be a healthy man and help his father do good for all of the people of the rim and kill those who stand in the way of our allies and us. (i dont like making cowboy hats out of baby leather) i hope this is a fun story, it really is nice to talk about a colony that is flourishing instead of burning down

Good Job
Either my Colonys Die Because of places i choose to live (sea ice and ice sheet or Tiberium land)
Or they Flourish (cause of incredible luck)

I once had a pawn get downed to a mad rat. I set him to attack. The rat? Escaped unscaved.
I then had to pin down the rescuer due to them having an unexpected temper tantrum.

Haha,
guys...
RimWorld is amazing! Thanks Tyrion and other modders for that!

MORE stories :D

My actual tribe started with this default scenario in which the tribe was raided and only a couple tribesmen could escape.

All of the 5 members swore at that time (about 2 years from now) to never touch those unholy machinery, new tech and modern arms (like guns). So basically, no tech improving, little if no use of guns (the one that use them are the add-on tribesmen, not the original ones), no electricity except the scavanged one, ect... And so started my new colony.

I play a very modded game, mostly centered on early gameplay.

From the 2 past years (ingame right :D) , i have little memory, only fragmented, since I have been running this colony for now 4 months (I only play few hours a week because irl). But I do remember stories that have marked and shaped the mentality of the colony, and mine.
I play the tribe as a slave tribe, often raiding outside my territory, taking the maximum prisonners before returning home, then turning them into slaves (mod) and/ or selling them to other factions.
I never tried this type of gameplay, and it proved quite interesting.

Quickly after the attack the remnants of Dal-Bayeth Tribe decided to settle down near a road, close to the sea, at a nice temperate forest. They housed themselves inside an old ruin, which provide quick comfort, and still is the center of the town to this day. They quickly re-adapted to their old life as a slaving tribe. Before the end of the first season, a first caravan was gone to raid nearby pirate settlements. Its success made a second caravan departure soon after the return, at an early-autumn period.

It was a big mistake. One the tribe will never do again.

The settlement we were attacking was in itself much more difficult then the previous ones. We sustain few casualties with the animals, and few bad injuries. Plus, of the 15~ pirates, there was only one prisonner... not worth it. We planned to stay a few days in the settlement.
But as we were healing our people, one big enemy felt upon us. One we coudn't really fight inside the camp we were using as an hospital.
Mr. Winter, with its pet Frost.
Not that we really suffered from the cold. But the consequences. Man. Hunger, lack of any food outside. Depression, as we were far from home, on enemy territory, with barely anything to live in. No "joy-maker", people living in crowded barracks (we were at least 7 to go), only woodworking as a job, eventually hunting the big predators left in the area...
This time was an hell for the tribe (quite different from the other hell I lived when having to heal 20 fighters with a single medic). It lasted a full season. When winter stopped, when the cold and snow were gone, we took double the time to make the walk back home, because half our people were having depression and the other half was always looking for food.
We did finally came home with all the caravaneers alive, a single prisonner (named Aaron), and a ton of hungry bellies... but just in time for growing crops.
I learned to never leave of after summer. Never.

A few months later (irl too actually :D), after a lot a raids in and out, a strange event happened, of which i'm actually proud of.
Aaron (yeah, the same one) was a good slave. Indeed, he stayed with us 'cause, you know, bad skills = bad price for sell. He was better use here then with them other slavers. He stayed for approximatively a year, fighting alongside my people (and his masters), often leading charges and whatever ♥♥♥♥ he was good with. A good slave, a good cannonfold.
But this day, this day was memorable for the tribe.
The day he fianced with one of the original tribewoman. The shaman of the whole tribe started flirting with the old slave. What an event I wasn't ready for.
The tribe's consel (the 4 original tribesmen + a fifth one not original) decided, and voted to emancipate Aaron. The guy was freed from his chains, fully accepted in the tribe, and openly fianced with the shaman.
Now they are married. The former slave joins the tribe with blood ties.
I made a lot of roleplaying around this one event, because i found it unusual. It's what makes Rimworld so great, and even more with those mods.

Sorry if I made any mistakes, english is not my primary language, and if the writing is a little strange, for my excuse I tend to be more comfortable in french :P.

Thanks to Khaligufzel for his amazing mod (that marks the exact date at which the two married each others ^^).
Thanks to you, reader, to have read all of it.

I hope to write more of these in the future, this one was more or less an introduction to my play.

Was doing some kind of playthrough when mechanoids escaped from some ruins. My guys were already basically dead so I accepted my defeat. That's when a man in black event popped up. Never seen it before. The man in black was no use, he's dead now.

"...in a world, where nobody understands how we've survived."
The youngest person in my starting group is seventy years old. This is going to go well. And no, I have not edited the settings to make them that age, nor have I use prepare carefully. This is standard crashlanded stuff.

Meet Frank Martinez. He's the oldest, at 85, but does know how to aim. His shooting skill's 10, and his melee skill's 17. He can't art, though, he's to busy being a star knight to make art

Now meet Table Maddams. He was once a maintenance worker, but he's past that now, at age 70, the youngest.
He's great at punching people, and top notch at building. Growing things is beyond his expertise, though. His ex apparently didn't like him that much. Her name is Verena. She's only 35.

Also, you should get to know Colin Johnstone. He's 80. This guy can cook well, at skill 14. He's not bad at growing things, either. He can also aim pretty well, but that's not what he's here for. He has a brother, Adam, but he's no use for anything but talking.

So, let's start actually building the colony!
The house is slowly but surely getting built. Great!
Say, if Table is a master builder, how come he keeps botching the flooring...
*sigh* He's botched the wind turbines.

*NEWSFLASH NEWSFLASH NEWSFLASH NEWSFLASH NEWSFLASH NEWSFLASH*
A pack of manhunting monkeys have entered the area. They're hunting for humanoid flesh.

A seventeen year old monkey walks into the area.
It's SEVENTEEN.
HAH!

Colin's been wounded by it. Frank shot it dead.
A rat has become tame. It has become rat 1.
Okay then...
It's following Table.


Colin, if you'd just cut down these trees...
"YEAH MAN, I LOVE THIS, LEMME DO IT EVERY DAY MAN!"
Yes, he has a burning passion for cutting down trees. Good for me!
Colin, keep knocking down those trees.
Rat 1 didn't last long. Eaten by the same timber wolf that's inhabiting our construction site.
Colin's finally been healed. YES!

Turns out, everyone is bored.
Really bored.
And a lump of uranium has come from space, probably also boring.
Plasteel. Okay, then
More cargo pods. This time, it's fungi.
Guess who just got the flu? It's that unimportant huskey! Huzzah!
Colin's having a temper tantrum. Ever wondered what an old person temper tantrum looked like? You've got to look, then.

Un-fermented beer!
Some doofus named Gizmo just fell from the sky. Interesting. He's under 30. We must study this youth.
Quick Frank, save this youth! He's a beautiful optimist! I don't know how that matters but okay. He's also capable of researching without falling asleep

Well, Table has gone to sadly wander. It's because he's bored out of his mind.
A local turkey has gone mad. Turkey for dinner, lads?

Colin's just confused at this point.
NEW PLAN.
We build a horseshoes thingymibob, have a doe self tame for some reason, and then we'll turn into kings!
TEND TO COLIN, ALREADY!
AAARRRGH! INFECTION!

A boomrat just self tamed. Is this a sign of something, or just has Randy drunk one too many beers?
That huskey just got torn to pieces. FOOD!
And there's a mad squirrel on the loose.

Infection, of the right ear... and he's collapsed again.
A caravan from the Green... what? The Green Megascarab Nazobabrin? What does that even mean?
MMMMMNNNURRGGHH!
Oh, can I have some of that tea? Thanks.

Frank's gone insane, started comparing people to goshawks. Err, what?
Frank called Table a salmon.
Oh, you son of a pig!

Our two colonists were downed... by a lynx. But will this mysterious stranger, also known as Table's long lost brother save the day?
Gizmo healed, decided to be a real nutter by not joining us.
YEEEHHAAAHH!
SIR HAS JUST KILLED THAT LYNX IN A SINGLE SHOT!
WEEEHOO!
Oh come on!
Frank (or what remained of him) just got ate by a timber wolf.
Yes, THAT timber wolf.

Sir, can you cook?
Not at all.
A squirrel has become tame.
Not on my watch.

Sir has just made our first simple meal.

Table's having... a teemper taantrum!

We've not had to resort to cannibalism yet. That's a win in my books.
*sigh* Doe 1's being murdered to death.
Yes, it's the timber wolf.
Clean up that mess, Sir.

An ambrosia sprout. Okay then.
Hey, it's Charlon! You stink at getting near us, Charlon!

Hector Stevens has arrived to visit.
A lump of machinery from outer space. Fine, fine.

Oooh! More visitors!
We can't accomodate them.
Sir is hiding in his room. Typical.

Maisie McKay never heard back from her delegation.
Eh, what? What do you mean, we didn't eat him. And he didn't get eaten!
Turns out, he's lying outside with an extreme case of the plague.

Well, all aboard for another drop of fungus salad, folks! It's this again.
And yes, more fungi did drop from the sky.
Good news, though, heat wave. Or is that... eh, it's Decembary, it won't matter.

Colin is rotting... oh, you ungrateful scumbag!
My giddy aunt, it's 50 degrees celsius out there!
We're finally starting our first research project! We need those batteries, pronto!
And a pack of manhunting chickens has entered the area. Yes, you read that right, CHICKENS.
Yes, lure it.
*construction botched*
That's one dead chicken. And one botched cooler. Get BACK TO WORK!

Ooh! Leeland's downed.
Well, I guess it's time to welcome Leeland to the fridge.
Oh, he's joined us. Quite thankful, he must be.
URGH! Must... resist... dining chair... can't...!

Leeland has begun research.

It's time for Operation-Death of Hertzog.
We do not plan on actually killing Hertzog.

Okay, start up the farm!
Oh, nobody can grow strawberries. Foiled!
Eh, what can they eat... can you eat beer? No, obviously not... wait, I've got it!
We'll grow... potatoes! Which we can then carve into chips and fry in our random fryer! Genius!
Simple, but genius.

Keep going, Leeland! We might give you a chair after this!
We'll see if we can.

Here you are, Leeland! Your new chair! And only three research points to go!
A meteor of sandstone! I like!
That turkey that got its head crushed under it must have not liked one bit.

Leeland's trying to train that boomrat. Just stick to researching.
A droppence of thruppence! (or a drop of silver)

Sir's in a tantrum due to being up during the day. Get a grip!

Apparently we take pride in butchering the corpses of the animals straight after we hunt.
Efficent, efficent...

We're going on a manhunt for all of the smaller animals in the region. Should be good.

But here comes another wild man!
This time it's a young chef named McKenzie. Sounds like my kind of guy! He'll be great for cooking for the colony!

If he survives the wild, that is...

Oh, no, put out the fire!
Well, we're safe for now.

Now we're researching television. Finally, we'll get some entertainment to my dwellers!

Flashstorm!

ANOTHER SETTLER NEED YOUR HELP...
Shut it, Garvey!

Oh, giddy, that isn't good.

McKenzie approaches the colony. He's got a peg leg and an addiction to ambrosia. Typical.
Now, we must wait.

Oh, but wait, here's a farmer named Blitzkrieg, he's being chased by a drifter guy. Eh, come on in!

Grab that revolver. And shoot the blooming daylights out of that woman.

OPEN FIRE!
Dead. Very dead.


A low psychic drone hits. It's low, but.


A wild mer-man wanders in! Or is is a sub-man-rine? Not exactly sure. But he's beautiful, and 57!

I've built a comfortable chair. Really comfortable, for the watchers of the soon to be new television.

Begin the harvest season!
Leeland, don't touch the plants, just research. No, Sir! Don't take his place...

Insect jelly? Interesting.
Oh, it's all gone.
Hyperweave! Well, wild men can't eat it, so we're safe.

WOOOHOOO!
TELEVISION! IS! HERE!
All we need to do now is build it.

Wait, what happened here? Oh wow.
A complete animal massacre! More meat for me!
Go, mine for some components!

Oh. my. GIDDY. AUNT.
MANHUNTING CHIN.CHILLAS.
WE'RE DOOMED! AAAHHURGH!

RED ALERT! GET SHOOTING, SIR!

PANIC AVERTED! MINOR DAMAGE!

Now, let us watch this documentary about how a wild man eats.
Oh, he just finds some berries.
Cargo pods... filled with empty journals?
ONE MORE COMPONENT!

Seriously? You decide now, of all times, to pig out on food?
Oh, dear.
He's ignoring my door ban!
Well, he's finished pigging on the food.

Remember that timber wolf from a while ago? Yes, that one, the female one, aged 7.
It's dead now. FEAST TIME, BOYS!
Leeland, you talked about vomiting to sir? Excuse me?

Squirrel wanted revenge. What it got was a lead bolt in its head. Shot it off, actually. YEEHAW!


Life in the colony has never been better. Television, a plentiful supply of food, you name it, we have it. Except bionic parts. Or turrets. Or a way to craft guns... you get the point. But they're prospering, after all of this suffering.
Cargo pods of berries!

I'm going to save this. Not ending the story so far, but still, can't be too sure.

*gasp* Boomer! You doofus! Get out of the fridge! You aren't food yet!
Oh, giddy.
That's bad. Lost the front right and rear left legs to frostbite. Stay out of there, for now on!

Table, maybe Boomer doesn't like bitter foods?

Well, somebody doesn't like bitter civilizations. Mainly, Waltz. Waltiz? Walter? I don't know!
Well, this Waltz guy apparently is pretty useless. His goal in life is to never do manual labour.
Oh, I know! I'll call him Burden!
He's literally been running all this way just to cloudwatch and get clubbed to death by raiders? Yep, he's going down.
HAH! That Sophia Murray just shot Burden dead!\
Wait, what? Jess is downed?
Burden, attack that girl!
Sir! No time to explain! We need to rescue Jess and save the colony from a 19 year old!
GET HER, TABLE! SHE'S JUST DOWNED SIR!
Dead, she is now. Now, save Jess and Sir!
Jess is into our colony! He's joined! Huzzah!
Sir, you're still our favourite man in black.
Well, our meal just burned alive. Did I mention somebody accidentally shot a boomalope?

ANOTHER SETTLER NEEDS...
What did I say, Gar-vay? No! Do not care!

Culberson, "apparently needs" 120x human leather. I now know that Culberson is home to a bunch of cannibals. Good to know on your next trip.

Remember what I said way at the start? Yep, it's back. Fungus salad, anyone?

We now have a male boomrat as well as a female boomrat. Goodness gracious, are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Table's having a tantrum.
A bulk goods trader is here, though.
I'll take that wood.

Jess is going in a psychotic daze.
Cold snap.

Something... isn't right about this.
The plants... all around us, are rotting.
What's going on?
Jess has succumbed to Hypothermia.

Mad rat, though

I'm going to shut off the coolers for a moment.
Leeland is dead. Yes, it's the hypothermia.
BUILD THE HEATER!
YES! YEEEHEESSS!

Leeland will be sorely missed by all.
Except the boomrats. They've ate him.
Not all, but some of his limbs.

Attack that deer! Get it before it gets us!

Gold in cargo pods.
The cold snap is finally over. We're saved!

What a great time to go be Berserk, Sir!
He's stopped being berserk.
Times are bad here in the colony.

Not really, everything's business as usual!
We just finished the Ye Olde Tailor Shoppe, we've got lots of empty rooms, and we've just built out solar generator!
Oh. Solar flare.

Table need's a rescuing! The solar flare is over!
Cargo pods with chemfuel. That's my cue to leave!

Join us next time for some more rimworld stories! If anyone's reading, that is. Also, feel free to type your stories into this feed! This isn't just my feed. It's a story feed!

We're at the scene of one of nature's many battles. A rex fox, dead, a tortoise, dead, and a whole lot of blood. Turns out this plucky tortoise bit the jaw off of this fox.

The second battery is being built. We just need those components!

Well, goodness, a dead lynx! We're not starving again! PRAISE... I don't know who to praise.

Saw a deer. Turns out, there's a new resident in the area. A grizzly bear.

Sir has broken down and is walking in sadness. The last straw was-Depressive. Well no kidding!
"My life is horrible! Why did I save those random people from total atomic anniliation?! Boo... oh, wait, that dining room I ate my lunch in yesterday was top notch, oh yes..."

A psychriatic patient named Renata calls us from near this darn place. She's saying she's 27, and that's she's female. Roll the rebuff clips, folks!

Oh my giddy aunt.
What can this person do? Nothing! Nothing at ALL!

Well, I'll do it for sheer laughs. Heroes of the colony, assemble!
Oh. Only Blitzkreig is here. Well, Panzerkaufwagenmarine, assemble!
Here they come! Raymond! WHo is this guy? I DON'T KNOW! He's actually capable of doing things.

Table, make yourself useful! This woman's incapable of violence!
Oh, Blitz is not in a good state.
Oh, Sir, snap out of it!
Eh, Table, can you attempt?
Not well. But still, it'll stop the bleeding.

Sir's out of wandering.

Construction, botched?!
YOU!
Table, admit it, you'd never be a good doctor.
Blitzkrieg is back in the game! Huzzah!

HOLD UP A MINUTE...
This Renata, is the sister of Leeland!
Yes, that Leeland! The same one that saved us after we saved him!

Go away, visitors! I'm trying to do stuff here, not get complained at.
But here's a caravan. With Leeland and Renata's brother, and Table's... ex, Verena. Well, let's send Table out to have a nice rude introduction, and then they'll social fight, and then we'll eat her corpse or something!

And there we have him. Boyle Mason. I really need him in here to boost morale. It'll be like a Mason family reunion, with Boyle and Renata partying while Leeland's headless corpse looks on. Can we get bionic heads?
I'll check the workshop. But, for now, let's keep going!
Table, go annoy your ex and trade.

Oh, yes! Space Marine helmet!

Sir, get it on!

Sir and Renata were social fighting. We can guess who won that. Turns out this was cause by Renata implying negative things about Sir's judgement. Nobody judges Sir and gets away with it unscaved. They're best friends, though. Confused? Yes, I am.

Self tamed Alpaca. Okay, then.
Table, get to work.

Caravan! Green Megascarab dudes! Thing! War! Sell stuff!


They're selling Megasloths and Polar Bears. I'm selling clothes. It's the new deal!
Oh, deary me, Boomer's given birth!

That's my checkered flag! It's time to leave!