The RimWorld Diaries (Pre-Landing)
RimWorld’s Main Screen
Pre-Landing
I awoke today to the sounds of metal screeching, bending, groaning, and banging. Klaxons ringing and a muffled computerized voice repeating a message over and over. I fought through the pulsing pain in my head, worsening with every yell from the klaxons, and the ball quickly forming in my stomach as everything began to spin. Cryo-sickness, no doubt in my mind. I pushed the emergency release switch inside my Cryo-Pod, no sooner did the entire Star Liner Vania violently jerk, ejecting me from my pod.
I don’t know how long I had been knocked out, but when I came to I could hear the computerized voice repeating the same emergency line, “Critical error detected. Please calmly make your way to the closest available escape pod.” I knew I had to get off of that ship, and quickly. I tried to release my friends, starting with Jon who was sealed directly beside the pod I had escaped some time ago. I frantically pushed the button to open it’s door, releasing him from his prison. As he began to come to I moved onto the next pod over, then bang, a loud popping sound followed by everything going dark. The emergency lights quickly came on, just barely illuminating our surroundings. I tried again to open the pod, but without power they wouldn’t budge. As Jon began to emerge from his pod, the computerized voice changed it’s line, no longer was it asking everyone to calmly evacuate the ship, it was now warning of an imminent impact. Less than 3 minutes remaining.
I quickly grabbed Jon, who was still trying to fight off his Cryo-Sickness, and pulled him toward the lower decks, where the escape pods were stored. I had a lot of questions as we ran, quickly as we could, I still do. Sadly I’m not sure I’ll ever have the chance to find any answers. You see, no more than a minute had passed after we made our way into our escape pods when I heard explosion after explosion. I imagine it’s how it’d sound to be in the middle of a firework show during the finale. Booming explosions from every direction that you can feel in your chest, bright flashes of light making their way into what little windows there were on my one-man escape pod. I pray more made it out alive, but I fear now that myself, Jon, and the curious young Yumi are all that remain.
