Which is why I'm working these poor people (the ones I hate) so viciously to finish building the generator. The outside world is still functioning: boats deliver material supplies, and after building a telegraph tower you can send for additional workers instead of relying on children for labor or accepting a bunch of refugees who are at death's door, as in Frostpunk's base game.īut while that sounds more pleasant, there really is no hope because I've seen the future of Frostpunk and I know those oceans will freeze solid and those lovely steampunk ships will stop arriving and children will someday be sent crawling around inside machinery by some awful, callous city leader (me). Out today, it's a prequel to Frostpunk and takes place before the complete freezing of the world, so there's still green grass at the construction site. Frostpunk: The Last Autumn seems like it should be easier. I want to save them, but boy do I hate them.Īnd saving them is not fucking easy. That's like deciding rain isn't a reason to patch the hole in your roof but a reason to give up on the idea of a roof altogether. But half of these idiots don't even believe that climate change is really happening, and they take the daytime owls not as a sign to work faster to build the generator, but as sign that nature is warning them to give up the construction project and go home. I blame my citizens.Īs in the original Frostpunk, I pretty quickly slide into fascism.Īnd my people aren't entirely wrong: those owls most certainly are an omen, an omen of just how badly human-made climate change will fuck with nature. The game text places the blame on the owls. We'll be busy building the massive generator that will warm us against the encroaching, inevitable frost, and then some of them will notice a bunch of owls flying around during the daytime and assume they're harbingers of doom, and everything will grind to a halt. Here I am, nobly trying to protect them from the incredibly harsh conditions I'm forcing them to endure, and what do they do? Betray me. It's a more palpable hate than I've experienced for tiny AI-controlled people in pretty much any other game I've ever played. Each of their deaths breaks my heart a little. I hate my citizens that much.ĭon't get me wrong: I love my little Frostpunk citizens, too. But even if none of those happen I just may murder them all myself.
There are a lot ways for your citizens to die in survival sim Frostpunk: The Last Autumn, the follow-up to one of 2018's best games.
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