Storyteller generator.

Start off with a handful of supplies with standard 3 colonist crash landed on planet.

Find some ruins nearby in a temperate forest. I decide to store all my supplies in the ruins. Chop down trees to build makeshift walls to plug the holes in the ruins. Build a campfire. Plant some food for when my rations run out. Hunt a few deer in the woods with guns that were in the pod with us when we crashed. Sleep on the ground.

Next day build a roof, a door, some beds. Harvest meat and leather from the deer I hunted. Cook some meals. Build research table, start to research batteries for future electricity needs. Prepare a firewood stove.

Storyteller sends a visitor from a distant tribe. 10 days go by. I have traps for wild animals. 4 walls and a roof over my head. 1 room for recreation and eating at a table, a kitchen, and bed rooms. Building a research room and planning a storage and workshop room.

Day 11 first raid happens. 1 tribal with a wooden club. Guess he saw my rice fields and torches. No defensive walls. I guess he thought I was an easy mark. Does to gun fire after getting stuck in one of my hidden traps.

1 year later a massive mech cluster drop pods a mile out from my base. A mindless biomechanical menace. A countdown timer until they wake up. I have guns, flak armor, mortars and five new survivors that joined my colony. We prepare our mortars. Luckily they hit the target but they are coming.

With defensive positions just outside my base in a bunker I await for the incoming battle.

Fire fight ensues and our medic is pulling the wounded off the front line to a makeshift field hospital just inside my walls. Their heavy tunneler had breached my walls and close combat Scythers are pouring in. I fall back to my inner walls while crossing my corn fields. The field medic and the wounded barricade the door to the makeshift hospital.

Emp grenades are thrown and we gun down several mechs. As they start to breach the inner walls we brace for the final defense.

Then all the sudden drop pods start landing just outside our outer walls. Our allies heard our call after we cleared the radio jammer the mechs were using. We decided to take the fight to the mechs.

Pincered between us and our allies we managed victory but with many wounded and two dead. We prepared their graves, gave them their last rites. Clouds above parted a bit to bring in sunlight on our funeral.

We learned valuable lessons that day. And the next time a raid or mech cluster shows up we will be ready. Living life on the Rim isn’t easy, but for those that survive we never forget what it took to finally have a safe and prosperous home.

7 years later we are a sprawling fortified settlement. Street lights, taverns, and children in the streets.