-After picking over some stuff and gathering your crew, you finally resume playing the logs. They seem interested, more or less, and you're glad for that. After a few question, most you can't answer, you hit play on the first dataslate.-::25th Ollanius, 127::
>DISPLAY LOG::PLAY::I'd been fiddling with the busted autoguns we have, seeing if I could get at least one semi-functional. No dice. And I caught Jensen and Walsh drinking out of the river. I yelled at them to stop and they asked why. Why? Well because that water's polluted which they should already know, and brimming with jellies! I told them if they absolutely have to use unpurified water then they should just use the damned ponds. Might be stagnant but the risk of death is a million times lower.
I asked why they even bothered with the river to start with and they told me, and quite bluntly at that, that we had no purified water. Or barrels. Evidently Walsh had been throwing them off the truck as we moved along as they were emptied, saying something about cats might try to hide in them.
What the hell is a cat? Don't get me wrong, the urge to beat the man senseless is immense, but I am legitimately confused as to what a cat is.
::10th Rogal, 127::
>DISPLAY LOG::PLAY::The jellies have gone, probably washed away by the river. Thank the Emperor and Saint Cella for that. I don't have a whole hell of a lot to do out here right now, except constantly keep the ash-falls from getting in our food. What little we have anyway. Barkov and Darama say they should be done with a place to build our water purifier by the end of the week and they'll be starting on a place to eat and drink after that.
Not much else for some of us to do right now, 'cept for watching the croak hounds fight over that ripperjack's semi-putrid remains. Some must be edible of it if they're gonna go kicking eachother in the face over it.
::9th Lionel, 127::
>DISPLAY LOG::PLAY::<Knocking sound,> Ah, there we go! Thought you went and burned out on me little guy! Well, we have some space dug out out. It isn't exactly pretty or anything, but it's safe enough. Seems to be constant ashfalls here we didn't run into on the road. Must've decided to build this place under a damned manufactorum in the southeastern part of the hive by mistake. And a damned big one considering the low thumping we can hear at the hilltop. Hope that place doesn't decided to come crashing down here in the near future.
::16th Lionel, 127::
>DISPLAY LOG::PLAY::Darama got attacked by that stupid ripperjack close to three months ago and she's still all bent out of shape about it. Combined with being out in the ashfalls and “nowhere to sleep” - When she's been sleeping quite soundly in the wagon as of this recording – She's become quite the grumpy little shit. The fact she and D'Shannon seem about ready to kill eachother isn't helping. What the hell did one of them do to the other?
Anyway, I've started spreading out bittermoss cuttings near the entrance. We're low on meat and while bittermoss isn't exactly tastey or all that efficent in terms of feeding a bunch of folks, it'll keep us alive until we can get one of the grox carved up and I can ferret away the dead vermin the dogs keep bringing to us. Rats make good eatin' down here.
::1st Macharius, 127::
>DISPLAY LOG::PLAY::Summer has arrived on the calander.
Been three whole months since we decided to put down roots here. Barkov's sifting through some junk right now, seeing what he can find of any use. Autogun bits, working torches, functioning servo motors, those sorts of things. Because we're all busy, That weirdo Walsh has decided to start making big storage drums from rock of all things. Heavy as all hell, but they do the job I guess. We gotta get that carbon waste processed though so we can make some damned bottles. Walsh tried to make some outta rock, but couldn't get them to be light enough to be worth using. He's a good enough sort though, but.... Well, he doesn't seem quite right in the head to be frank.
I wonder if this thing has a drawing function...
::10th Macharius, 127::
>DISPLAY LOG::PLAY::Well, we're officially out of food. None of us really knows what we're doing on the butchery front so D'Shannon is gonna try her best to slaughter one of the grox bulls. We also got something approaching a firearms assembly up and running. Jensen's taking the broken autoguns and breaking them down for parts. Speaking of which, we got a still serviceable pistol frame and some kind of manuscript in the salvage. Looks like an old “Principles of Chemistry” manuscript; might be able to make copies and sell them if traders happen upon us.
::18th Macharius, 127::
>DISPLAY LOG::PLAY::Travelers blundered into us this morning. Still no food because D'Shannon decided she needed a break from doing nothing but sitting on her ass since we can't make any weapons or bottles yet. Travelers consisted of a small family, Dana and Ivan Lowe and their two boys, real little 'uns named Kaspax and Aldir. Ivan knows how to hold his own with a good work hammer or sledge and has a bit of a knack for working with plants and fungi so he'll be useful to us. His wife and boys less so. Dana we can have do something else, the juves though, they're too young and we're already low on supplies at best and those greedy little bastards will gobble up what we do produce before productive settlers can even hear there was food. May need a way to covertly get rid of the little blighters so they don't strain our resources.
There's also a married couple, a budding chef of nineteen years by the name of Luthor Dex and his wife Glacia. Glacia will be an asset since she used to work for a low ranking guilder. Luthor also has some passing skill with fighting bare-handed and Glacia's a competent shot with pistols. Doesn't matter if they're stub or auto.
Suppose the adults are proving they're useful. Went right to work getting food set up, but I suspect the Lowes are only so hasty for their juves. Both of the little shits are scrawny and they say they've been lost down here for a while. Ratskin guide got offed by some Delaque sniper that they only got because the idiot was in some rickety old tower, according to Luthor.
I had to slayrace the jellies, I will say that right now. Otherwise we would have died of dehydration. Everyone ignored my pond designate and made a mad run for the damned stream and kept getting interrupted by the jellies. The job cancel spam alone was infuriating and we can't afford to lose people until the first wave of migrants at the earliest. Just don't have bodies to waste on stupid shit like that.
Especially since we're really low on food.
Anyways, I think updates for this place will be relatively short and semi-frequent. Sorry about the lack of pics or anything in this one, but we sort-of have something approaching industry now.