I’ve been obsessed with Kenshi for the past two weeks (I might write it up later but it’s the perfect aesthetic mix of Fallout 1 and Morrowind; it’s an extremely more-ish fusion of a space trading/Star Control-like systemic world and base building/survival loops falling out of the post-Minecraft survival genre, and it supports exploration beautifully through scale, perfect tone, and holding enough back).
So I found ‘Nice Ruin’ along the coast (you get a notification when you’re near enough to mark a point of interest on the map, with the name). It’s completely empty, but the houses and watchtowers are all intact. Normally these are destroyed, and you’re left to presume bandits or wandering spider monsters or religious crusades.
I go in the first house and suprise! I find a robot
He’s a police robot. I can tell because he screams “POLICE” constantly.
As do all his friends.
His many, many, many friends. Who are all cops.
Eventually, by accident, I realize if I get in the water I’m safe. Robots can’t swim – they just walk on the bottom – and since they don’t carry ranged weapons, so I can just swim to safety. The copbots follow on the seafloor as long as they can.
After I accidentally swam through a current of acid I made it to the Ashlands and found a new location, ‘Nice Village’. But when I went to talk to the villagers,
they were skin-wearing robots. Note the copbots still shouting in the far distance. Naturally they see no problem with white (and red-) Skinned robots
After the party was split into the slowpokes and the three fast enough to outrun any patrols (the slowpokes were told to practice their backstroke safe from the fuzz), the scouts entered the town. Luckily the speaker was my own robot character, the Skeleton Masaru, carrying the much-skin-possessing human Pars on his back. The Skin bandits were sat around a fire and were practicing their laughs. When I approached, one stood up from the circle. I took this one to be their leader, or the most go-getting of the robots. It didn’t attack, but complimented Masaru on its nice, fresh skin Masaru was carrying. Then it asked for the skin. “No.” Then it got jealous. And so did all the rest. And that’s how we got chased again, this time into the hazy Ashlands.
The map now marked that town as ‘Horrible Village’.
Eventually they chased me into ruins guarded by older, rustier, and grumpier robots (look at his little frown!), in a grueling bit of kiting I haven’t had to do since Star Wars Galaxies.
It was great.
Leaving them to fight each other, and the Skin Bandits starting to drop dead, I was able to scavenge their skins. Ok! Now I didn’t have to flee every one of the crazy-laughing Skin bandit patrols wandering in my path. So naturally the first thing I do is check out their secret crazy robot base:
Shhh! They haven’t figured it out yet! My own robot is taking a nap on their repair bed so I can sneak in some healing while the organics hide out by their trash cans (corpse incinerators).
After this we’re going back, to get lost in the ash-coated ruins. There’s a voice in there, deep down