I will share this, for I don’t think anyone will really notice. If you find this too long and personal, know I love this game, and it is the sole game that has ever made me cry from the end. To give some perspective. I started playing Frostpunk in November 2020. I was now in college, first year, in the depths of Covid. I was, too, in a new, very cold place foreign to me. I had a lot of dread around the 2020 elections in the US. I had no hope, and had a feeling of lumbering doom. A feeling which is still present. Frostpunk presented me a far future, far darker than I’d dare live. A future where there is a great doom, that I had to face. I did my best in the game to be good, the best Captain I could be. I tended to my people, tried to pass good laws, save as many as I could. I regretted not taking in all the refugees as the storm lumbered closer. As the storm came I thought I was ready. Stockpiles that would last me a full month. I had only lost some two people from my memory. Then it hit. My stockpiles and heating held. Then again, and again the storm slammed against my city, against MY people. The last remnants, for all I know, of all humanity. Desperation beset me as my months stockpile eroded into weeks. A week. Days. Hours. Then, to my horror, in what seemed to be the 10th hour of this never ending nightmare: the coal mines are so cold that they may collapse. Without my coal production there won’t be even a SLIM HOPE of reducing the utterly hellish winter. I had to send those five men in. There was no other option. The hero’s did it, they repaired a PART of our mines, production resumed, albeit reduced. Panic was in every blood cell in my veins. Another team would need to be sent to finish the tasks of the dead. I couldn’t NOT do it. It would be suicide otherwise, and suicide for them. They went. They fixed it, and they died. Five deaths in a video game have never hit me harder than that. When I saw that I made it out of that great storm.. when I saw that we had survived. I cried. I bawled my eyes out. I had been able to make it through the most stressful simulated experiences I had ever seen in a video game. Maybe there was hope. Frostpunk shall forever be in my mind for the emotions it gave me, and the experiences. My mind is permenantly reshaped, and although I am not proud of what I had to become to survive, I made it through with the remnants of humanity.
Make hard chooses, live with the conseguenses, and we survived. Fell the deaths on the way, can be literal or figurative, know the pain it was and with all that remember: You did your best and succeed!
Me before playing: Im a seasoned veteran of city building and survival games, i should be able to ace this and ill give this game a shot Me after playing: I have man-tears and PTSD from my time in frozen hell The fall of Winterhome is straight up torture especially when you already know how it ends I beat the game with a grimacing face but Winterhome was too much and i broke down at the end shit makes grown ass men cry
@@xGoodOldSmurfehx now you know why the norse called hell a frozen wasteland, the "firey pits of hell" in popular religions pale in comparison to the unforgiving and bottomless abyss of the everlasting frost biting into your very bones.
Listen, if you're not shoving children into your coal mines while forcing people to get frozen corpses grafted onto them and having your militia beat people up at every opportunity, are you really leading your city right?
Holy shit so its just supposed to be like that? I remember sending a man for his daughter but nothing came from it until oh so late. I thought it's a bug.
@@laggingjaeger1148I think it is always during the final storm due to the wording when he returns “we had to wait for a blank spot in the blizzard “ unless I’m remembering wrong
When the storm arrives, the announcer says "Brace yourself, the storm is here". Then, the boss music plays and all you can do, is hope that your preparations worked.
i just finished my first frostpunk run and DEAR. *GOD* I SHOULD HAVE PREPARED I DONT KNOW HOW I SURVIVED WITHOUT PREPARATION BUT I DID WITH LIKE TWO PEOPLE
“ that wasn’t the cold? “Of course wasn’t. “The scout says climbing to the lift, where he sees one giant storm, headed straight at the city.” that’s a big storm. Well, they said he must survive.” the scout says as he tracks straight into that blizzard only to be seen again when the storm ends half frozen, repeating the mantra” this city must survive”
I always stockpile coal, my coal miners work 24 hour shifts until I have atleast 3 days supply of coal, my coal mines are as heated as my own citizens homes, without coal you have nothing. Edit: it wasn’t enough, RIP the city known as FromTheAshes.
So -70 degrees is (according to google) -158 degrees Fahrenheit. How the hell do people even survive that? Doesn’t the air practically liquify after that point?
@@looking4agoodtime89 The coldest winters in Siberia and N Canada recorded temperatures of -60* i think. Yet the people there survived, even in the first half of the 20th century when winters were colder. The inuit people survive with thick fur coats made from caribou and elks and eat a lot of fat from fish and seals. It's tough living but they manage and they have for hundreds of years. Fun fact from real life: that house insulation research you do in game is actually hunters giving people animal pelts to put on the walls on their homes. If you cover the inside of your walls with pelts and thick wool textiles that is a very good layer of insulation. I strongly suggest you play Life is Feudal if you liked this game. In that game you not only have to stock up enough food to survive the winter, but you also must make a tailor and create warm clothes for your people. It's a very tough medieval village game.
frostpunk: the game where i unironically said that putting children to work was the best option for early game and the devs made boss music for the weather.
"A NEW LAW HAS PASSED!" The phrase you hear after a double shift in the coal mine. Rations will be halfed due to the coming storm. You return to your tepid shack, on the outskirts of the furnace. Your wife is still working in the triage shelter after the expedition returned from the wild lands. 3 dead from hypothermia and another 2 having to be amputated. Frost gathers around the window frames as you reheat the oven for your, now pitiful, ration. The children are still out working. Rosaline is coming down with an infection, but marched onto work with the rest of her contingent regardless, for fear of exile. The people despise the regime, but their fear of the elements is greater than their discontent for the leader.
I want to make some kind of joke about Activision Blizzard here (bc blizzard is made of snow and questionable work ethics) but it's stuck in my throat. Or well, fingers.
I will say that, logically speaking, it makes more sense to keep the sick away from working. Their productivity would be low, and they may infect others. Granted, that's using modern knowledge to metagame, as Frostpunk's characters don't know wtf a germ is 😂
The thumping of the unmaintained automatons can be heard from all over the city, they could not even afford food for the poor even less so for materials. Each day the sound of a distant storm grows louder only outmatched by the thumping of bodies falling The captain looks onward, guilty, and angry for what he has become, there is little to pay for if there is no one left to pay for.. He looks out one last time. "The City Must Survive."
8:07 Engineer," Captain are you Mad!?! The Generator can't handle the stress of overdrive anymore! We need to throttle down!" Me, " If it blows, we all die. If I throttle down, we all die. There are no options left, no solutions, no compromises, only hope. Hope that the steel of the generator is as strong as our will to survive. Hope that all we sacrificed was not in vain, damning us to a frozen hell upon which we deserve. Maintain current output, and may god have mercy on us all....."
I really liked it when I put on emergency shift before the storm and the people don’t complain because they know what is coming and the sacrifices we must make.
Beautiful game. There was even a little window saying something like "Moral is high amongst the workers. The emergency shift will be tiring, but they know it's necessary to prepare for the storm."
Nothing felt better than that last call to send those scouts ahead to see what that last second-farthest location withheld. The storm was already upon me but I figured the odds were good they’d make it back. 20. Children. Saved by their teachers from the horrid sight of the infighting and collapse of Winterhome. Cared for as long as possible until food ran out and the teachers had to look for more. They never returned, they didn’t make it. They died believing hope was lost and those children would freeze to death, starving. Thank God for my last call, now back to work, you little brats.
This game did apocalypse better than any other. In other games you’re killing everything that moves like there’s an endless population? In Frostpunk you very quickly realize that each NPC walking around is one of the last people left on earth, and they put all their faith in YOU to save them.
@@thekey1175 I mean I can respect the step towards Frospunk 2 not jsut Frostpunk 1.5 (how a TH-camr put it very well). It's 30 years later, it makes sense that is now a form of 4x game, simply because we have never given up and now reconquer the wastes. You sadly cannot make it as emotionally impactful because of the sheer scale of the city, probably part game design because we are literally just a politician, between the radicals. I also don't like the change that much, but that's because you cannot simply recreate a masterpiece and for what FP2 is, it's pretty good, hope the DLC will give way more stories tho.
@@thekey1175 And? What would Forstpunk 2 be in your eyes? What I mean woth 1.5 is literally just another version of FP1, FP2 is the most logical way to go with the IP, you cannot have a masterpiece twice. Compared to 1 it's the weaker game, 100%. But better than just FP 1.5, which would have been absolute BS. Why would a dude that has to keep a proper city together need to worry about the individual
Filling your city with automatons and maxing them out on the coal mines is a relief i never knew that could exist. The tesla city outpost workers are the true mvps, as they literally carried my entire coal production on their backs.
And they were the first people to perish from the storm because Tesla City was hit first and you definitely won't call them off before the storm hit them for maximizing the number of steamcore
My first finished play through I didn't notice the outpost icon over Tesla city. I assumed it was full of Tesla coil and that anyone sent there would die. I finished my first play through with probably 7 steam cores if not less. It was intense
Ah, yes. I remember the first time I faced the end storm. I never imagined a city building game could even have a boss fight. I had fun playing it, I made a lot of mistakes and wasted a lot of time and resources. I actually didn't store enough to go thru that storm. I had no idea how bad it was gonna be. Not to mention I was trying to save everyone so I let every wave of refugees in, knowing I didn't have the facilities or resources for more people. I didn't even imagine the cold would get so bad, my main source of coal would stop working, making things a lot worse. I didn't have the coal to keep the generator working for long before that, and now this meant this would happen a lot earlier. At some point things went so bad there was this non-stop caravan of people bringing corpses to the cemetery, some of them dying on their way there. The city survived, but so many died. On a lighter note, I tried again later, with this knowledge and I managed to save every soul I could, including all of the refugees. The only people that died, I could count with the fingers of a hand, and it was caused by random events.
Dude, I have a similar experience in my first game. I only can end it with the last law of religion, making a lot of corpses. For the Storm, my city had like 600 people... For the end of the game just survive 150.
for my part I sadly neglected upgrades till it was too late, and the generator was barely enough to keep he worst of the cold at bay while overworked. And then i had to send a child in the generator to make a repair to prevent the whole thing from exploding, a repair that would see the kid die from the heat, and I gave the order... Only for the generator to explode anyway, causing everyone to die a mere day before salvation came. I sent a kid to die alone in that machine and he probably didnt even make it to do the repair, all for nothing when h could have stayed with his parents and maybe survive if I just shut the generator a little more. Second playthrough was a breeze though. Was literally swimming in coal with a maxed generator, as the automatons didnt care for the temperature.
My first playthrough (which I finished a few days ago) I frantically researched hothouse improvements not realising the crops would freeze until it was too late. I filled the stockpiles with coal and soup, and made the painful decision to leave the sick refugees behind. 45 people died to keep the mines running. Countless more because I rushed out medical posts instead of replacing the useless hothouses with infirmaries. When the thaw came after the storm I was shocked. The engineers made it sound like the final freeze would last days. I ordered my first and only use of triage just hours before the end. Those patients could have lived! 382 survivors. But we did not cross the line.
"I was there when they banished the old captain into the endless winter. I joined the crowd in its roar of approval as the new rulers shredded the unjust laws - no more child labor, emergency shifts, or harmful food additives. Yet, the House of Pleasure decree stood unscathed, but in the heat of the moment we turned a blind eye. The captain's final words were swallowed up by the collective euphoria. But I, standing close enough, heard his raspy voice clearly over the din, "I only ever cared about this city surviving". When our eyes met, memories flooded back - him entrusting me with an automaton, a symbol of faith. In his eyes, I saw a silent plea, but it was too late. The decision had been made. Now, as whispers of dwindling coal supplies ripple through the city like a chilling breeze, and the temperature plunges day by day, I can't help but question our actions. His words reverberate in my mind, a haunting echo. Maybe he was right after all."
“You think I do this for MY selfish desires!?!?” The City Captain shouted to the Rebel Leader “I hate watching my people suffer, I am forced to drug myself just to sleep at night. My dream’s are filled with the screams of workers lost to my carelessness, the moans of the countless sick and wounded I can’t afford to give aid, and the cries of small children whose parents have yet to return from the mines.” Tears pour from his eyes as he continues, freezing to his face “I hate what I have become but I’ve done it out of necessity! The city must live on or we all die! And the generator demands the blood, sweat, and tears of the same workers it keeps warm!” He hangs his head in defeat adding one last statement “You don’t even realize what you’re looking at. When you either throw me out or execute me and take my place you will slowly start to realize you are now starring at your future self.” (I know the writings kinda scuffed, especially at the end, please forgive me)
@@urteleszkop I think that Frostpunk doesn't needs a serie in general. Series lack the interaction of games, and thus, the experience becomes less poignant to the viewer, as it doesn't results from your actions. I sure know I wouldn't be into Frostpunk so much if it wasn't for the game. On the topic of the director, I wish they don't reproduce the same mistakes from TNT's Snowpiercer serie. I've rewatched the movie yesterday and I'm willing to say that the show has completely missed the point. The conclusions are great but the rest in-between sucks.
@@thedbdentity2102 Good news: the generator is able to take an unexpectedly high level of stress! Bad news: the generator has to be able to take an unexpectedly high level of stress...
The A Song of Ice and Fire of the gaming universe. They pull absolutely no punches making you justify decisions that would make even the Moustache Man horrified.
“ but that’s monstrous. Forcing people to work at temperatures where dry ice is snowing. Leaving the dead for dead leaving people that barely have a cold for dead? They do what with the dead!?
@@jgamer2228I personally prefer the religious route since the morale boost especially before storms helps me get through, plus the city sounds so much more alive and happy, until I go too far and select the final law in the tree, then my city sounds like a hallow husk of what it once was.
I live in Siberia, Russia. I remember playing this game when it was -60 degrees Celsius outside. When the Storm started in the game, I opened the window and the cold Mother-Siberia burst into my room. I swore that I would survive the Storm with my people, because I am the Captain of this ship and I will go down with him if necessary. It was cold, supplies were running low, The City Must Survive were blasting on a full volume, and I was sitting in front of the monitor and freezing. I literally started praying for the Storm to end (so I could close the window, lmao) And finally... the Storm stopped. We did it, we survived, the City made it! I closed the window and started smiling. The City survived, though not without losses. As Captain, I thanked all the remaining citizens for their steadfastness, I apologized to the dead for not saving them, saluted the City and turned Frostpunk off.
I like how at the very VERY end of the game (mostly the very last 2 or so days) as the temperatures drop to points that should physically be impossible, you begin to realize that you can't really do anything at that point. The air around your workers is literally liquefying around them, and you're running out of coal. At the very end, you finally decide to shut down the things taking up the most manpower and wait for daybreak to come. You literally put your entire city into the hands of mother nature as you wait to see if you even make it to the next day. It's honestly one of the few experiences of pure powerlessness and how everything you try and do at the end eventually leads to you just hoping and praying that you actually make it through the storm.
Turning on the overdrive at the end and seeing it have absolutely no effect gave a unique feeling of despair. Specially when I checked the warmth meter and saw the -Weather modifer. Its so cold that the game doesn't even bother giving it a rating because we're not going to be able to overcome it.
Exept, when you researched all the techs for generator, heaters and healthcare insulation you can have your infirmarys run through the entire storm, even the last part when you use the overdrive
@@Aren61104Not quite. With a maximum-power generator in overdrive, with overdrive coupling installed, heating maximally-insulated buildings which themselves are equipped with fully-upgraded heaters, Infirmaries, Houses of Healing, Care Houses, and Industrial Hothouses get the following: +2 innate, +2 insulation, +3 from heater, +4 from generator power, and +2 from overdrive, for +13 overall. This is enough for them to count as Very Cold instead of Freezing. In other words, the final storm is incredibly powerful...but it's still possible to build things which can put up _some_ fight against it.
"Captain! I have the final report on preparations!" The Captain looks up, tired but resolute. "Proceed." The scout is beaming in spite of his fatigue. "Sir! We've done it! We have a week's worth of prepared rations in cold storage! All scouting and outpost teams have safely returned! We've rescued all souls we could find from the wasteland, and they're all safely sheltered." "That's fantastic news. Continue." "Sir. The Automatons have all of our production stations handled, including the new Steam Coal Thumpers we had to erect once the Coal Mines collapsed...the people are extremely grateful that you chose to sacrifice the mines instead of their lives, by the way..." "I'd sooner blow my brains out than send any of our people to their deaths. Continue." "Sir! I...I truly believe we have done _everything we possibly could_ to prepare for this storm. I can't--I can't think of anything more we could do." "There is one thing, scout." "Sir?" 4:29 The Captain walks to the window as the Warning Horn sounds. The wind outside audibly kicks up, and then an ominous crackling follows as the frost creeps further along the windows, trying its hardest to encroach on the domicile within. "...Pray, my friend." The captain turns and looks the reporting scout in the eyes with a grim, but determined expression. "Pray for us all. *The city must survive."*
"Pray to whom, Captain?" "Why... to our Lord, of course. Or rather, to me. I am his voice, after all." / "Why... to the Foreman, of course. Or perhaps to me. I am the only thing keeping you in your home and not a cell, after all."
@@lordpennyson4782 Yes man that gave me goosebumps! I never went too far with the Order tree and didn't create a Gulag, so this was the first time I heard it. In my game it was always an encouragement, but here it is an "order"! MARCH to your quarters!
"The city must survive!" "Sir, you've accepted four hundred refugees and completely neglected making more than one hunting lodge. I'm all for surviving but your managerial skills are terrible-" "The city MUST SURVIVE! Now quickly, build another workshop!" "S-sir, you already have four..."
I kinda wish that in the storm the announcer would get less commanding (or calming depending on what purpose you chose) and would slowly get a bit more nervous and more persuasive with the populace until eventually on the final day he straight up issues a emergency lockdown and urges everyone to stay in their homes and either says “our leader is doing everything he can” or “may god be with us all”
@@beaglebombergaming4117No matter how good you do the houses always freeze at the final stage, even with fully upgraded generator on overdrive. So I think at least some nervousness would be justified in any instance.
@@bluscout1857 The game got me so fucking immsersed I legit remembered him sounding more panicked. But I probably imagined it because I WAS SO HYPED *Dad shows up with his lost daughter* *LETS GOOOOOOO*
I really wish that the event where a man’s daughter flees the city to escape the coming storm actually did something should you choose to allow him to chase after her. It would be incredibly fitting if, in the midst of the freezing chaos, where a single man braved the elements to save his daughter, the city would get a massive boost to Hope on their return.
What really made me realize the severity of the storm was the comments my people made about the wind being too loud to think. It must have been so scary for them meanwhile I'm chilling in my warm room and listening to The city must survive and stressing about discontent rising
You have enough gas do live as usual u du**ss(sorry), and even if not, then spend a little more money, but for that the rashists will not have money to produce weapons that will kill people. Слава Украине!
I've never had a game that pushed me to my limits like this. I basically had a count down timer until I'd be usurped, and when the storm ended. THE LAST HOUR OF THE TIMER the storm ended and I won. No resources. Two automatons. And almost 150 bodies to be buried
Finally got around to play the game. Knew there would be the storm, but not exactly when or how bad it was I went for easy mode and cruise through the game, not crossing the line And then the storm hit Scouts and foragers were already home, so, when the beacon was pulled down, no one was coming back. That man that went out for his daughter was on his own. All my gatherers brought their zeppelins in the hangars. Some houses replaced bunkhouse in a desperate hurry. The wall drill and charcoal kiln kept running as wall as the coal thumper. The few automatons I had would cover the coldest workplaces, and humans would have to do for the gathering. An evening prayer to keep the hope as high as could be in these desperate times. No building were to be built. As a Captain I knew I was mad, but not as mad. Steel stopped being gathered, no point for that. And the storm held The Generator glowed in the night. From the heat it outputted and from the metal, glowing red from the stress. This afternoon, it will be shut so we can survive the night. The medical facility will be able to survive the shock, but that is not the problem. Everyone toils so that the charcoal does not run dry, and as the Captain, I am pretty proud of the planning I had on this. But we are missing food, and hunger is starting to take it's toil And the storm held Food.. we are all hungry. We did not resort to cannibalism yet, though the cold lets the meat stay intact. We might have to. But after the storm. For now, everyone is to keep working. The Generator will have hiccups today. An engineer bursted through the doorway begging me to stop the overdrive, the bolts are about to melt it seems. Funny that there is still something as too hot, here. In the coldest city in the world. In the only city in the world... And the storm held We lost more than 70 people to starvation and we will loose twice in the next few days. I don't know how the others are not starving, but I do not care. The cold is barely kept at bay, my chief engineer having lost faith as I play with the overdrive to keep the city warm. No damage until it reaches 100%? Then we will stay over 90% and the citizens of this hellhole better thank me that they do not have the time to have a frostbite before the Generator is back on. People refused to work, but I don't care. Just one more night. Please, dear Generator, just one more night. A prayer, and a resolve. And the storm left From nearly 700 people, we are now down to 580. Not bad, considering that air was starting to liquify and rain on us. The Gatherers left as soon as we saw light, they know that the city will survive if they bring food home. Funnily enough, last week was free of discontent. It seems that the end of the world make people more accepting. But we survived. The cold left. Most of it. Minus 30 is not that cold, all things considered. The engineers cries of joy echoed the halls. The Generator won't blow up today. And we did not descend into madness
I remember, I had to employ literally everyone to Coal so the generator wouldn’t die *and hearing the violins while basically seeing around 10 to 12 people (including children) die an hour (in game)* is a *whole* different experience…
I keep hearing people say this and I have one question to ask about it, do most people not build automatons in the first playthrough that actually survives till the late game? I loved the first one we get for free so I made sure to get some once I got the factory.
Piotr is an incredible composer. I can't believe these tracks are NOT purposefully designed to give you goosebumps, so that you actually feel the cold seeping through. The low brass at the start of The City Must Survive, if played by good speakers, will make your whole house vibrate and send shivers down your spine.
7:16 I like to think that those violins are the storm hitting the city, meanwhyle, the metal instruments ( I dont know how the name) are the generator, working in limit mode for the sake of people.
I thought I interpreted it differently than you but the more I thought about it I think I agree. I initially interpreted the upper stings as desperation and trying to do as much as possible to survive and the high strings constantly descend as the storm gets worse. and the low brass and low strings represent determination and hope, they’re the peoples will to survive as long as possible. And after I thought about it more the generator itself is the personification of the peoples hope and their will to survive. And the storm is the embodiment of the peoples fears that they’re desperate to overcome.
God, holding on to those moral decisions for as long as possible. I think I only had one run where I managed to keep with my moral compass and wasn't forced to go against it and prioritize the survival of the city.
God that frost sound in this game is terrifying and it manages to give me chills everytime I hear it. I probably have a hundred hours playing this with so many failed attempts. 😅
When I first played frostpunk, my generator was constantly working on overdrive during storm. Because of my carelessness I forgot about overheat, and had to sacrifice a child. Even then, at the final day, I had to dose overdrive something like 2 hours of overdrive- 1 hour of cooling down
*I did it for all of us. I did it to save us all. It was for the greater good. These are the kind of thoughts you'll be left with, as the apocalypse seems to come down all around you.* *Did you cross the line?*
Not only the temperature drop to -150c the beat also drop too and in the end my tears of relief drop after realizing the storm has passed and the sun shines again
My third playthrough I faced the coming of the storm, I was a genocidal leader letting only the strong refugees running from the storm come in. The ill or the crippled were left on the edge of the pit to rot. Or to bury themselves in snow in some hope they'd survive.. The storm slowly passed over the crater as my city screamed in terror, I radioed the technicians to put the generator on full force. The children outside playing in the snow quickly froze before my eyes, I inside of my house watching them freeze and become as lifeless as a statue. -120 Celsius is something foreign to this part of the planet, How could the clouds not disappear as the float over this planet? It was all desperate thoughts to distract me from my starving citizens, I had to pull 80% of the medical workers out of they're workplaces as the people getting us coal had mostly frozen besides one soul worker.. Working his hardest to keep his two children and wife alive as he had been here from the start, He walked back and forth slowly transporting the coal almost freezing over each time he did so. His body quaking as I watched from my window, all but 100 of my former 500 population had frozen in they're homes, My beautiful empire I had built in the matter of days slowly crumbled, I guess this is what you get when you reject the sick and exploit lone survivors in the wasteland. But I feared not of death, I had killed many and was sure my time was coming, I had what remained of my scientists to begin researching bypass overdrive to heat the homes close to it as the few medics slowly began to freeze themselves leaving over 200 critically injured to rot.. Not even being able to bury they're bodies, We pushed through and through until the generator was about to explode from overdrive, Just a few more hours I muttered as I saw our population slowly dwindle in the last hours, Families dead for days in the street holding each other frozen in place. The frost was almost over until I heard an alarm, what remained of the people and guards were revolting, I quickly locked my door as I heard them chant and scream. The revolver on my desk glistening in the light, I watch as they try to kick in the door while I race to my revolver and stand behind my office desk against the glass. They finally burst through the door like a pack of hungry wolves, Two guards quickly rushed towards me I shout one in his neck and he fell on the floor gurgling as the other got shot in the head.. A young 13 year old boy began to try and jump over my desk.. I instinctively pulled the trigger watching him fall. The people watching in horror began to run themselves after making it past the pile of two bodies at the front of my door. I forget to cock the hammer and try to shoot but it was too late, They wrap a cord around my neck as I struggle and they began to bang my back against the glass. It slowly cracking before, BANG My brain calculates things so fast it seems everything is going so slow, My body slowly falling as I can barely move, I slowly begin to feel to cold air on my skin knowing I'd die from breaking my neck or frost bite.. There's nothing I can do and as just as I realize that I hear a crack and things go black.. I tried my best, For the one who is suppressed, Will give the leader unrest.
"Come in,! hurry up goddamn!!. Bring those childrens to the City faster" I say for myself trying to save the childrens of the cave before the big Storm arrives.
getting the marathon endurance achievement is one of my greatest feelings of accomplishments (100 days extreme endurance survival mode) ive ever had from a game, literally the first 15 days make or break the entire run and luckily means you wont ever have to redo a day past 10 if you play right however having to replay those first 5 days 50 times was a new level of hell
The engineer looks on in defeat at the generator controls. Both he and every engineer, worker and child had given everything they had to keep the city alive, yet all of their work, blood, sweat and now freezing tears may now be for nothing. The storm now upon them was first sighted weeks in advance, giving them the precious time needed to stockpile food, coal, steel and wood for their battle against the unbridled wrath of mother nature seeking to envelope the city in her icy embrace. Expeditions and outposts had been recalled, homes were reinforced, and the generator had been upgraded to maximize both its warmth and its hunger for fuel to battle against the mighty storm. Despite the darkness that was cast over the city, hope was high. At least at first. Automatons had taken over the jobs of the miners and drillers during the storm, meaning many people were able to spend time with their families. A welcome respite from the months of toiling without rest. But then the temperatures dropped. Then they dropped again. And again. Eventually the coal mines ceased to function as the hydraulics keeping the tunnels from collapsing froze and burst, collapsing the mines. Coal was falling rapidly, but calculations shown that even with the generator at full throttle and every heater in the city at maximum output, coal would not run out before the storm had passed. But even though they had done everything right, even though it was mathematically impossible to fully exhaust their resources, they may all still die. The generator had been set into overdrive to duel with the howling wind and the unyielding frost days ago and was now at its limit. By now the pistons were breaking, the turbines were being shredded and the red-hot steel walls of the generator were cracking. Engineers were scrambling to patch the damages, simultaneously being frostbitten by the storm at their backs and burnt by the mechanical beast at their fronts. Rivets and scrap shot of from the generator onto the people who had gathered at its base, not daring to try and reach the safety of their homes through the snow-covered streets, deciding that the dangers of the generator were less than those of the streets speckled with the corpses of those who had thought otherwise and perished in the cold as a result. The storm was forecasted to be over today, but the generator looked ready to blow at any moment. Every pressure gauge was reading its maximum, superheated steam was spewing from pipes and cracks and the groans of both man and machine bellowed from all over the generator. Their machine was failing, losing its battle and ready to blow. But lowering the output and relieving the machines stress would also mean certain death for the city and so their leader decided that it would be better to all be killed with the explosion then to slowly perish in the cold. The engineer fell to his knees, praying to god, any god who had not yet forsaken them to give the machine the strength it needed to fight off the storm for just a bit longer. But inside himself he knew that if any god had wanted them to live, the generator would never have been needed to be built in the first place. The same generator that was now growing quieter with each passing second. The engineer looked up and saw another man, hand still on the lever which had set the generator to its lowest possible output. The engineer looked at the man in shock but before he could utter a word the man lowered the scarf on his face, revealing the largest smile the engineer had seen in months. "Storms over lad, looks like the big girl could keep us safe after all." He said while gently patting the control desk. "Think that the captain will give us a day off now?"
"Sir! The people are rioting! They want 1409 wood stock piled to warm their homes during the storm!" "Homes are warmed by coal... Which I have stockpiled 20k for this very reason. Also, their homes are double insulated and even at 150 below, they are liveable, but yes... Lets lose hope."
In Darksouls, the Dead means nothing too you, how meany time you will Be Slautert evry time You sand UP In Frostpunk evry Life counts, you can feal evry one of the People that are not there anymore, either because you lost a good worker or a Menber of your Chity You cannot spit dead in the Fce if he is behind evry thning you do and just waits
@@templario0717 Because of Russia sanctions, north stream pipelines and so on we, europeans, are facing dire conditions this winter. Look at Germany, Sweden and so on. Meanwhile the USA sells it's low quality shale gas 7x the normal price to the EU. Way to go...
@@seanurbik the germans, French, dutch and many other EU nations banned usage of Coal Generators, Their gas generators are useless as They decided to involve against Russia in the Ukrainian war and Russia cutted off gas to europe, And some even went to the extreme of forbidding the usage of electric heating due to lack of energy, and if it doesnt escape the mind, germany forbade the usage of Wooden heating furnaces "for a cleaner world", just as the reason they closed the other generators. Oh, can't forget, they increased taxes and rules over farms, closing many for the new "cleaner world" initiative... You know, "climate change", the prices of food increased, so to many have to chose between paying heating or food.
There is a high pitched sound in the second song. I guess it is a violin sound and it is similar to the voice of wind when almost all voices stop for a brief time. Magnificent. It gives you the feeling of the frost of -150.
What I haven't seen mentioned, and that really enhances the experience when one listens to this in one sitting, is how the change in the daily announcements say all that your really need to know. At a first glance, you see this one character, facing doom and despair. You don't know what's going on, nor the state of this universe's new London. Yet, the gradual change from "Work time, get moving To No time to waste! We've got work to do! To By order of our great leader, work shift is over, march to your quarters! " Tells you all you need to know. This simple detail highlights the absolute dire state of the city. Coal is lacking, food rations will only hold 2 days. Half the population is sick. Another quarter is gravely ill. The storm hasn't even hit us yet. The evolution of the daily announcements in this video holds so much narrative weight. You can feel the captain's crunch, his desperation at the situation. People are angry at the regime, the working conditions. Yet the city must survive. The captain will trade away his humanity for New London, for The City Must Survive This video is actually a masterpiece
You can't even begin to understand... No matter how much blame I have to bare, no matter how many lives are snuffed out by my actions, how much blood may stain my hands... There was no other way. This can only end in two ways; the entire city succumbing to the unyielding frost, or with my lifeless body in the gallows. I know they despise me, want to parade my head around on a pike for all the city to witness... but without these sacrifices, we wouldn't be here having this conversation. *I pause as my eyes start to water, my tears freezing to my face in an instant.* Do you think I wanted this? How long have you think I've fought myself, trying to listen to reason rather than my heart? *I raise my voice as I start bawling.* What, do you think I send the children to the mines and sleep soundly at night? I haven't slept for days, weeks even! With each frozen body we bury, a piece of my soul is buried with them! My residence is purposefully on the outskirts, as I know the workers need the warmth of the furnace to work another day! *I take a deep breath, sucking in my teeth through my tears as I start yelling at the top of my lungs.* I HATE THIS! EVERY MORNING I WISH TO WAKE UP FROM THIS NIGHTMARE, BUT I CAN'T! EACH TIME I CLOSE MY EYES, I SEE EACH OF THEIR FROZEN FACES LOOKING BACK AT ME WITH THEIR LIFELESS GAZE! *I start coughing as the freezing air sharply scrapes my lungs like ice. I sit back down, looking at my hands, as I start saying quietly.* I'm sorry... I wish I could've saved you all... *I bury my face in my hands, now whispering.* ...what have I become... please... my Lord... give me the strength to carry on... the city must survive...
Automatons are the unsung heroes on my playthrough, lumbering on, mining and gathering the coal on the mines and thumpers despite impossible levels of cold. I like it how my people found relief on the automatons, while they're safe on their homes, the automatons kept working, not caring about the cold one bit. The scouts are MVP's too, trekking the frostland finding resources and saving people when the Great Storm was coming, I made sure to let them come home when all the refugees are safe in New London, they deserve it.
I stored to much food, I had like 5000 food rations and more being made but not enough coal to keep the generator running at the higher levels. I went from a city of 200+ to a city of less than 50 but the city survived :)
8:50 "Sir! We've... News. We searched all the sites that were shared to us. Unfortunately... we... we were too late. They're gone, Captain. We're... alone. Completely alone." Says the scout leader to the Captain. The captain thinks, sighing. "What about the outpost teams?" asks the captain "They're returning as we speak. Our engineers reported about 3 days left until it hits... Or less.. I- don't know." "We have to prepare more... This isn't enough to survive..." says the Captain, worried. "Captain, we are already hardworking to produce coal and food. If anything, we will live. It's only a matter of time." "What about laws? What about the angry people? The sick? The amputees?" "Sir, open the Book of Laws. You have time." "Fine, dismissed. Return to Agatha for your check-up. She should be back by today." ----------------------------------------------- **The day of the Storm** "Captain. It's time. The storm. It hits. Today. Our rations have been collected and stored appropriately. 2 out of 3 outpost teams have returned. We are unsure about the last. They were last reported at the Fishing Village" the scout announces in a checklisty tone. "God... It's time. Report to the speaker immediately. Tell the people to stay at home. Work is cancelled. We are required to live off of our stockpiles. The generator... I-..." the captain answers nervously. "Sir, you have to relax. Our prognosis stands, we are expected to survive." "Fine. We have to fire up the Generator. I already have to heat a lot of houses due to the demand of the public.. God... I don't know what to do." "Captain, we already have steam decks, you can increase their.. Uhh, power." the scout replies, the idea coming to his head. --------------------------------------------- **Day 5** "Captain, a-all of us are freezing. Our coal ran out. What do we do?" the representative asks worriedly and anxiously. "There's only one thing", the captain sighed, before opening his book of laws, "unfortunately, the only way to keep running and surviving in this city... Is by having shifts go all day. Dual shifts. Of course, we need a lot of heaters but.. I-.. Guess it's worth the price." "The City... Must survive, even if it calls to measures such as these."
The men who willingly sacrificed themselves to uphold the mines at -150 for the hope that their wives and children may one day feel the warmth of the sun again has hit harder than any other NPC action ever performed in any game.
Growing up they told no two snowflakes are the same And every one's a wonder, something not to take in vain Of Mother Nature's beauty Of the universe at play Seems she's abstained from duty, left us here and turned away.
“ the captain will turn on the local hub stealing my child. The captain wouldn’t leave us to freeze. It will be OK my child. It will be OK. “ captain, a outer circle house has been found to have the documents frozen”
Me with my army of automatons and my citizens chilling in their house with level 4 temperature having the greek utopia fantasy of Eating figs and drinkong wine while committing heinous amounts of debauchery...
I still don’t know how, but my second attempt I managed to not have child labour or have change food laws and I didn’t even complete the order tree and won the londoner event. It was a fever dream of a run but my proudest achievement
Each run, I got further and further; on my first, I made it to the Londoners, but knew the city wouldn’t hold, and the workers were threatening to overthrow me. So I restarted. On my second, I made it to the refugees. I had mismanaged my resources again, and hope was far too low to convince the Londoners to stay. I didn’t want them to die. I had the Faith Keepers force them. But it wasn’t enough; the hothouses couldn’t produce enough to clear the food deficit, there were homeless sick and dying on the streets, and the medical posts were overwhelmed. I didn’t even have an infirmary. And the storm coming? It couldn’t be done. Even if I’d repeated the mistakes I’d made to keep the Londoners in line, I didn’t have enough resources to keep the generator running. So I tried again. On the third run, I knew better. Our resources had reserves. Food was never a given, but there was always just enough. We had faith without keepers - the Londoners lost purpose and the scouts brought the refugees from beyond Winterhome; the sick fleeing the storm were cared for, with just enough manpower and just enough roofs. But when fear ran high, people started stealing food, wood, coal - what we needed was a change. But I was stubborn. I had pushed so long without violence; throwing anyone out to the storm was disquieting, and all our faith should have been was a choice. Workshops were set to emergency shifts as the engineers toiled to realize new sciences; automatons numbered a staggering 8, a single coal mine was augmented to its full capability; all production was automated as I assigned every worker to hunt in one last desperate push for rations. Every resource was checked - all except for food. We had a quarter of the rations we needed. The storm came anyway. When the mines fell, we did not save them. When the cold fell, the thumpers still roared. It wasn’t until the last day I recalled each and every worker from their posts - we were all sick, and the generator operated on overdrive in shifts to avoid overloading. A family of ten froze to death in the night. On the last day, it was helpless. But as time ticked on, and the number of ill grew larger, it got warmer. We survived. Starving and sick, but we survived. We could recover with the infirmaries functional, and the hangars ready. It was genuinely one of the most relieving experiences I’ve had in a game when the temperature finally dropped. I thought it was going to last for the entire day. But this doesn’t feel right to me. In total, there were just 12 deaths. 12. That family could have survived, if I were just a little more careful. If I had planned better, I wouldn’t have to build a house of healing, and that man would recover in an infirmary. The last was just because there wasn’t enough beds. I can do better - I’m gonna go back. I’m gonna save everyone.
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I will share this, for I don’t think anyone will really notice. If you find this too long and personal, know I love this game, and it is the sole game that has ever made me cry from the end.
To give some perspective. I started playing Frostpunk in November 2020. I was now in college, first year, in the depths of Covid. I was, too, in a new, very cold place foreign to me. I had a lot of dread around the 2020 elections in the US. I had no hope, and had a feeling of lumbering doom. A feeling which is still present.
Frostpunk presented me a far future, far darker than I’d dare live. A future where there is a great doom, that I had to face. I did my best in the game to be good, the best Captain I could be. I tended to my people, tried to pass good laws, save as many as I could. I regretted not taking in all the refugees as the storm lumbered closer.
As the storm came I thought I was ready. Stockpiles that would last me a full month. I had only lost some two people from my memory. Then it hit. My stockpiles and heating held.
Then again, and again the storm slammed against my city, against MY people. The last remnants, for all I know, of all humanity. Desperation beset me as my months stockpile eroded into weeks. A week. Days. Hours.
Then, to my horror, in what seemed to be the 10th hour of this never ending nightmare: the coal mines are so cold that they may collapse. Without my coal production there won’t be even a SLIM HOPE of reducing the utterly hellish winter. I had to send those five men in. There was no other option.
The hero’s did it, they repaired a PART of our mines, production resumed, albeit reduced. Panic was in every blood cell in my veins. Another team would need to be sent to finish the tasks of the dead. I couldn’t NOT do it. It would be suicide otherwise, and suicide for them.
They went. They fixed it, and they died. Five deaths in a video game have never hit me harder than that. When I saw that I made it out of that great storm.. when I saw that we had survived. I cried. I bawled my eyes out. I had been able to make it through the most stressful simulated experiences I had ever seen in a video game. Maybe there was hope.
Frostpunk shall forever be in my mind for the emotions it gave me, and the experiences. My mind is permenantly reshaped, and although I am not proud of what I had to become to survive, I made it through with the remnants of humanity.
Damn, you made me emotional of a game that I could never be able to play.. what a chad
Man you're a poet! Made me shiver
Make hard chooses, live with the conseguenses, and we survived. Fell the deaths on the way, can be literal or figurative, know the pain it was and with all that remember: You did your best and succeed!
Dammm
Reminds me of the 3 divers that had to go beneath the Chernobyl to save it from exploding the other reactors.
1st Attempt: No one dies on my watch!
7th attempt: the city must survive. Use the child worker corpses as fuel.
324th Attempt: NO! You will NOT die! This will be deathless or god help me I'll defile you corpse!
THE CITY MUST SURVIVE, NO MATTER THE COST
Wait I'm guessing if you use the body dump, you can use them as genny fuel if you run out of coal in the storm?
That's a thing we can do?
It was the opposite for me lol
@@CocoanutVA No bit it would be funny if it were
"Oh sick a city builder game"
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"why do I hear boss music"
Me before playing: Im a seasoned veteran of city building and survival games, i should be able to ace this and ill give this game a shot
Me after playing: I have man-tears and PTSD from my time in frozen hell
The fall of Winterhome is straight up torture especially when you already know how it ends
I beat the game with a grimacing face but Winterhome was too much and i broke down at the end shit makes grown ass men cry
Seeing most of my city being disassembled for steel in the fast replay at the end of the game really hit hard...
@@xGoodOldSmurfehx now you know why the norse called hell a frozen wasteland, the "firey pits of hell" in popular religions pale in comparison to the unforgiving and bottomless abyss of the everlasting frost biting into your very bones.
@@xGoodOldSmurfehxI was with that face too, the only thing that help me a little was the part at the ending telling me I saved all the children
"THE CITY MUST SURVIVE" i tell myself while making the most morally abhorrent decisions
After becoming the literal Hama Druz of Frostpunk after a catastrophical series of fuckups, I changed that line into "We shall Persist"
Listen, if you're not shoving children into your coal mines while forcing people to get frozen corpses grafted onto them and having your militia beat people up at every opportunity, are you really leading your city right?
Put those kids to work, get them bodies in the mass grave, and enjoy your sawdust stew.
@@jetpilledmyron2056
You will live. Your consent is irrelevant.
Aww don't be such a baby- morals are a luxury you can't afford
And in the howling winds of the final storm at -120°C, a father with his daughter clutched alive in his arms returns to the city gates.
Hope Rises
That father is the best
Holy shit so its just supposed to be like that? I remember sending a man for his daughter but nothing came from it until oh so late. I thought it's a bug.
@@laggingjaeger1148I think it is always during the final storm due to the wording when he returns “we had to wait for a blank spot in the blizzard “ unless I’m remembering wrong
Actual Chad
When the storm arrives, the announcer says "Brace yourself, the storm is here". Then, the boss music plays and all you can do, is hope that your preparations worked.
Legit tingles, I loved it
i just finished my first frostpunk run and DEAR. *GOD* I SHOULD HAVE PREPARED I DONT KNOW HOW I SURVIVED WITHOUT PREPARATION BUT I DID WITH LIKE TWO PEOPLE
@@bazelgeese1283 the city didnt survive all the sacrifice was meaningless
*spoiler*
It won't.
had I not passed Soup law on the last day my city would have starved
Thankfully I managed to survive a deathless run without crossing the line
That face when it was -70° yesterday and you wake up to the announcer saying "brace yourself the cold is coming"
“ that wasn’t the cold? “Of course wasn’t. “The scout says climbing to the lift, where he sees one giant storm, headed straight at the city.” that’s a big storm. Well, they said he must survive.” the scout says as he tracks straight into that blizzard only to be seen again when the storm ends half frozen, repeating the mantra” this city must survive”
I always stockpile coal, my coal miners work 24 hour shifts until I have atleast 3 days supply of coal, my coal mines are as heated as my own citizens homes, without coal you have nothing.
Edit: it wasn’t enough, RIP the city known as FromTheAshes.
So -70 degrees is (according to google) -158 degrees Fahrenheit. How the hell do people even survive that? Doesn’t the air practically liquify after that point?
@@looking4agoodtime89most don’t
@@looking4agoodtime89
The coldest winters in Siberia and N Canada recorded temperatures of -60* i think. Yet the people there survived, even in the first half of the 20th century when winters were colder. The inuit people survive with thick fur coats made from caribou and elks and eat a lot of fat from fish and seals. It's tough living but they manage and they have for hundreds of years.
Fun fact from real life: that house insulation research you do in game is actually hunters giving people animal pelts to put on the walls on their homes. If you cover the inside of your walls with pelts and thick wool textiles that is a very good layer of insulation.
I strongly suggest you play Life is Feudal if you liked this game. In that game you not only have to stock up enough food to survive the winter, but you also must make a tailor and create warm clothes for your people. It's a very tough medieval village game.
frostpunk: the game where i unironically said that putting children to work was the best option for early game and the devs made boss music for the weather.
"A NEW LAW HAS PASSED!"
The phrase you hear after a double shift in the coal mine. Rations will be halfed due to the coming storm.
You return to your tepid shack, on the outskirts of the furnace. Your wife is still working in the triage shelter after the expedition returned from the wild lands.
3 dead from hypothermia and another 2 having to be amputated.
Frost gathers around the window frames as you reheat the oven for your, now pitiful, ration.
The children are still out working. Rosaline is coming down with an infection, but marched onto work with the rest of her contingent regardless, for fear of exile.
The people despise the regime, but their fear of the elements is greater than their discontent for the leader.
I want to make some kind of joke about Activision Blizzard here (bc blizzard is made of snow and questionable work ethics) but it's stuck in my throat. Or well, fingers.
@@twiceahuman5885 You still have your fingers?
I will say that, logically speaking, it makes more sense to keep the sick away from working. Their productivity would be low, and they may infect others.
Granted, that's using modern knowledge to metagame, as Frostpunk's characters don't know wtf a germ is 😂
@@abridgedbog7753 He has prosthetics
The thumping of the unmaintained automatons can be heard from all over the city, they could not even afford food for the poor even less so for materials.
Each day the sound of a distant storm grows louder only outmatched by the thumping of bodies falling
The captain looks onward, guilty, and angry for what he has become, there is little to pay for if there is no one left to pay for..
He looks out one last time.
"The City Must Survive."
8:07 Engineer," Captain are you Mad!?! The Generator can't handle the stress of overdrive anymore! We need to throttle down!"
Me, " If it blows, we all die. If I throttle down, we all die. There are no options left, no solutions, no compromises, only hope. Hope that the steel of the generator is as strong as our will to survive. Hope that all we sacrificed was not in vain, damning us to a frozen hell upon which we deserve. Maintain current output, and may god have mercy on us all....."
In Frostpunk, when the boss music hits, you don't win. You pray to survive
and the last autumn dlc you pray to be rescue
@@elbirriyes, but you also pray to end the generator on time
I really liked it when I put on emergency shift before the storm and the people don’t complain because they know what is coming and the sacrifices we must make.
“ I think I’m getting black lung from all this work in the coal mines.”
“ it’s better than frost long. Do you want to have your lungs freeze?”
@@thedbdentity2102fact
Those moments of absolute solidarity. . . they hit hard
Beautiful game. There was even a little window saying something like "Moral is high amongst the workers. The emergency shift will be tiring, but they know it's necessary to prepare for the storm."
@@delta-7operativeAK They know things are bleak. But everyone is still working as hard as possible to make it through.
Hope rises.
Nothing felt better than that last call to send those scouts ahead to see what that last second-farthest location withheld. The storm was already upon me but I figured the odds were good they’d make it back.
20. Children. Saved by their teachers from the horrid sight of the infighting and collapse of Winterhome. Cared for as long as possible until food ran out and the teachers had to look for more. They never returned, they didn’t make it. They died believing hope was lost and those children would freeze to death, starving. Thank God for my last call, now back to work, you little brats.
That and make sure the father had a full kit before he left. Miracles do happen.
This game did apocalypse better than any other. In other games you’re killing everything that moves like there’s an endless population? In Frostpunk you very quickly realize that each NPC walking around is one of the last people left on earth, and they put all their faith in YOU to save them.
yea i really wish they kept that theme with the new game
@@thekey1175 part of this theme in ost "Anger"
@@thekey1175 I mean I can respect the step towards Frospunk 2 not jsut Frostpunk 1.5 (how a TH-camr put it very well). It's 30 years later, it makes sense that is now a form of 4x game, simply because we have never given up and now reconquer the wastes. You sadly cannot make it as emotionally impactful because of the sheer scale of the city, probably part game design because we are literally just a politician, between the radicals. I also don't like the change that much, but that's because you cannot simply recreate a masterpiece and for what FP2 is, it's pretty good, hope the DLC will give way more stories tho.
@@LolGamer5 sure but it's fantasy. They didn't have to go in that direction but they did and I think that was due to talent lost
@@thekey1175 And? What would Forstpunk 2 be in your eyes? What I mean woth 1.5 is literally just another version of FP1, FP2 is the most logical way to go with the IP, you cannot have a masterpiece twice. Compared to 1 it's the weaker game, 100%.
But better than just FP 1.5, which would have been absolute BS. Why would a dude that has to keep a proper city together need to worry about the individual
Filling your city with automatons and maxing them out on the coal mines is a relief i never knew that could exist. The tesla city outpost workers are the true mvps, as they literally carried my entire coal production on their backs.
NOW I FIGURE THIS OUT 😮
Yes definitely.. the people will also show their gratitude seeing the automatons working despite the harsh condition. giving them a sense of relief
fr i did the same thing atuomatons are based AF
And they were the first people to perish from the storm because Tesla City was hit first and you definitely won't call them off before the storm hit them for maximizing the number of steamcore
My first finished play through I didn't notice the outpost icon over Tesla city. I assumed it was full of Tesla coil and that anyone sent there would die. I finished my first play through with probably 7 steam cores if not less. It was intense
COLD, THE AIR AND WATER FLOWING
HARD, THE LAND WE CALL OUR HOME
PUSH, TO KEEP THE DARK FROM COMING
FEEL THE WEIGHT OF WHAT WE OWE.
This the songs of sons and daughters
Hide the heart of who we are
Making peace to build out future
Strong united working till we fall
@@bens1cultist405 AND WE ALL LIFT
@@kevinflaherty1 AND WE'RE ALL ADRIFT
@@tompeck5495 TOGETHERRRRRRRRRR!!!
@@clankplusm TOGETHEEEEER THROUGH THE COLD MIDST, UNTIL WE ARE LIFELESS
Ah, yes. I remember the first time I faced the end storm. I never imagined a city building game could even have a boss fight. I had fun playing it, I made a lot of mistakes and wasted a lot of time and resources. I actually didn't store enough to go thru that storm. I had no idea how bad it was gonna be. Not to mention I was trying to save everyone so I let every wave of refugees in, knowing I didn't have the facilities or resources for more people.
I didn't even imagine the cold would get so bad, my main source of coal would stop working, making things a lot worse. I didn't have the coal to keep the generator working for long before that, and now this meant this would happen a lot earlier. At some point things went so bad there was this non-stop caravan of people bringing corpses to the cemetery, some of them dying on their way there. The city survived, but so many died.
On a lighter note, I tried again later, with this knowledge and I managed to save every soul I could, including all of the refugees. The only people that died, I could count with the fingers of a hand, and it was caused by random events.
Dude, I have a similar experience in my first game. I only can end it with the last law of religion, making a lot of corpses. For the Storm, my city had like 600 people...
For the end of the game just survive 150.
Yeah, I had a city of 400 people before the storm. I came out with no food, no coal, no wood, and less than 200 people
for my part I sadly neglected upgrades till it was too late, and the generator was barely enough to keep he worst of the cold at bay while overworked. And then i had to send a child in the generator to make a repair to prevent the whole thing from exploding, a repair that would see the kid die from the heat, and I gave the order...
Only for the generator to explode anyway, causing everyone to die a mere day before salvation came. I sent a kid to die alone in that machine and he probably didnt even make it to do the repair, all for nothing when h could have stayed with his parents and maybe survive if I just shut the generator a little more.
Second playthrough was a breeze though. Was literally swimming in coal with a maxed generator, as the automatons didnt care for the temperature.
I just bairly managed to scrape through. People started dropping like flies, and I almost ran out of hope. It was a 1hp kind of moment.
My first playthrough (which I finished a few days ago) I frantically researched hothouse improvements not realising the crops would freeze until it was too late. I filled the stockpiles with coal and soup, and made the painful decision to leave the sick refugees behind.
45 people died to keep the mines running. Countless more because I rushed out medical posts instead of replacing the useless hothouses with infirmaries.
When the thaw came after the storm I was shocked. The engineers made it sound like the final freeze would last days. I ordered my first and only use of triage just hours before the end. Those patients could have lived!
382 survivors. But we did not cross the line.
"I was there when they banished the old captain into the endless winter. I joined the crowd in its roar of approval as the new rulers shredded the unjust laws - no more child labor, emergency shifts, or harmful food additives. Yet, the House of Pleasure decree stood unscathed, but in the heat of the moment we turned a blind eye.
The captain's final words were swallowed up by the collective euphoria. But I, standing close enough, heard his raspy voice clearly over the din, "I only ever cared about this city surviving". When our eyes met, memories flooded back - him entrusting me with an automaton, a symbol of faith. In his eyes, I saw a silent plea, but it was too late. The decision had been made.
Now, as whispers of dwindling coal supplies ripple through the city like a chilling breeze, and the temperature plunges day by day, I can't help but question our actions. His words reverberate in my mind, a haunting echo. Maybe he was right after all."
Omnious as shit. Thats some 28 days later vibe.
“You think I do this for MY selfish desires!?!?”
The City Captain shouted to the Rebel Leader
“I hate watching my people suffer, I am forced to drug myself just to sleep at night. My dream’s are filled with the screams of workers lost to my carelessness, the moans of the countless sick and wounded I can’t afford to give aid, and the cries of small children whose parents have yet to return from the mines.”
Tears pour from his eyes as he continues, freezing to his face
“I hate what I have become but I’ve done it out of necessity! The city must live on or we all die! And the generator demands the blood, sweat, and tears of the same workers it keeps warm!”
He hangs his head in defeat adding one last statement
“You don’t even realize what you’re looking at. When you either throw me out or execute me and take my place you will slowly start to realize you are now starring at your future self.”
(I know the writings kinda scuffed, especially at the end, please forgive me)
want that speech in speech event "now is my turn to talk"
Dude, if there will be one day a series about this game, I want to hear it.
@@urteleszkop Pray it won't come from Netflix
@@chaomatic5328 I think it depends on who directs the series
@@urteleszkop I think that Frostpunk doesn't needs a serie in general. Series lack the interaction of games, and thus, the experience becomes less poignant to the viewer, as it doesn't results from your actions. I sure know I wouldn't be into Frostpunk so much if it wasn't for the game.
On the topic of the director, I wish they don't reproduce the same mistakes from TNT's Snowpiercer serie. I've rewatched the movie yesterday and I'm willing to say that the show has completely missed the point. The conclusions are great but the rest in-between sucks.
When you are on 9th run and try no to cross the line but this little voice in you says "THE CITY MUST SURVIVE" and you fight with youself.
heh, imagine try golden path achievement
After many tries I managed to beat the game without casualties and got the Golden Path achievement
@@fernandocarriel5635 Same
Along with another voice that says “HOLD THE LINE”
This game really turned us into writers
You become a writer by feeling a strong need to put to word what you feel.
Art inspire more art
Mankind rages violently, but helplessly, against the dying of the light.
The overdrive warning horn sounds as the generator reaches new and untested stress levels.
Good news. The generator is able to take a high level of stress. Bad news we’re getting into untested territory here.
@@thedbdentity2102 Good news: the generator is able to take an unexpectedly high level of stress! Bad news: the generator has to be able to take an unexpectedly high level of stress...
The A Song of Ice and Fire of the gaming universe.
They pull absolutely no punches making you justify decisions that would make even the Moustache Man horrified.
I always make all the decisions :))) from the adaptaion tree... the other one can be truly horrific
@@amoeb81 you know it’s a good game when fascism is the better of the two options
@@amoeb81wait you do the wacky bits of the medical one? Once you get past the radical treatment it gets a little too costly for me personally
“ but that’s monstrous. Forcing people to work at temperatures where dry ice is snowing. Leaving the dead for dead leaving people that barely have a cold for dead? They do what with the dead!?
@@jgamer2228I personally prefer the religious route since the morale boost especially before storms helps me get through, plus the city sounds so much more alive and happy, until I go too far and select the final law in the tree, then my city sounds like a hallow husk of what it once was.
I live in Siberia, Russia. I remember playing this game when it was -60 degrees Celsius outside. When the Storm started in the game, I opened the window and the cold Mother-Siberia burst into my room. I swore that I would survive the Storm with my people, because I am the Captain of this ship and I will go down with him if necessary. It was cold, supplies were running low, The City Must Survive were blasting on a full volume, and I was sitting in front of the monitor and freezing. I literally started praying for the Storm to end (so I could close the window, lmao) And finally... the Storm stopped. We did it, we survived, the City made it! I closed the window and started smiling. The City survived, though not without losses. As Captain, I thanked all the remaining citizens for their steadfastness, I apologized to the dead for not saving them, saluted the City and turned Frostpunk off.
Wow, that's another level of game immersion.
Братан, надеюсь ты не простудился после этого :[
I like how at the very VERY end of the game (mostly the very last 2 or so days) as the temperatures drop to points that should physically be impossible, you begin to realize that you can't really do anything at that point.
The air around your workers is literally liquefying around them, and you're running out of coal. At the very end, you finally decide to shut down the things taking up the most manpower and wait for daybreak to come.
You literally put your entire city into the hands of mother nature as you wait to see if you even make it to the next day. It's honestly one of the few experiences of pure powerlessness and how everything you try and do at the end eventually leads to you just hoping and praying that you actually make it through the storm.
Turning on the overdrive at the end and seeing it have absolutely no effect gave a unique feeling of despair. Specially when I checked the warmth meter and saw the -Weather modifer. Its so cold that the game doesn't even bother giving it a rating because we're not going to be able to overcome it.
Exept, when you researched all the techs for generator, heaters and healthcare insulation you can have your infirmarys run through the entire storm, even the last part when you use the overdrive
@@Aren61104Not quite.
With a maximum-power generator in overdrive, with overdrive coupling installed, heating maximally-insulated buildings which themselves are equipped with fully-upgraded heaters, Infirmaries, Houses of Healing, Care Houses, and Industrial Hothouses get the following: +2 innate, +2 insulation, +3 from heater, +4 from generator power, and +2 from overdrive, for +13 overall. This is enough for them to count as Very Cold instead of Freezing.
In other words, the final storm is incredibly powerful...but it's still possible to build things which can put up _some_ fight against it.
"Captain! I have the final report on preparations!"
The Captain looks up, tired but resolute. "Proceed."
The scout is beaming in spite of his fatigue. "Sir! We've done it! We have a week's worth of prepared rations in cold storage! All scouting and outpost teams have safely returned! We've rescued all souls we could find from the wasteland, and they're all safely sheltered."
"That's fantastic news. Continue."
"Sir. The Automatons have all of our production stations handled, including the new Steam Coal Thumpers we had to erect once the Coal Mines collapsed...the people are extremely grateful that you chose to sacrifice the mines instead of their lives, by the way..."
"I'd sooner blow my brains out than send any of our people to their deaths. Continue."
"Sir! I...I truly believe we have done _everything we possibly could_ to prepare for this storm. I can't--I can't think of anything more we could do."
"There is one thing, scout."
"Sir?"
4:29
The Captain walks to the window as the Warning Horn sounds. The wind outside audibly kicks up, and then an ominous crackling follows as the frost creeps further along the windows, trying its hardest to encroach on the domicile within.
"...Pray, my friend."
The captain turns and looks the reporting scout in the eyes with a grim, but determined expression.
"Pray for us all. *The city must survive."*
Holy spit this is ducking gorgeous
Amazing writing!!
@@antinverbose229 Thank you! 😊
Have u consindered writing a frostpunk story on wattpad,cus this is amazing
"Pray to whom, Captain?"
"Why... to our Lord, of course. Or rather, to me. I am his voice, after all." / "Why... to the Foreman, of course. Or perhaps to me. I am the only thing keeping you in your home and not a cell, after all."
@@yazidefirenze This is definitely not the same captain lol
Love the voices and sound effect
The voice line and drop at 7:08 is my favourite :)
@@lordpennyson4782 Yes man that gave me goosebumps! I never went too far with the Order tree and didn't create a Gulag, so this was the first time I heard it. In my game it was always an encouragement, but here it is an "order"! MARCH to your quarters!
"The city must survive!"
"Sir, you've accepted four hundred refugees and completely neglected making more than one hunting lodge. I'm all for surviving but your managerial skills are terrible-"
"The city MUST SURVIVE! Now quickly, build another workshop!"
"S-sir, you already have four..."
Me on my first playthrough, getting exiled by day 20 in medium difficulty haha
The first winterhome captain be like
*”I SAID NOW!”*
*grabs shirt*
*”if. You don’t. Shut up and go build me a workshop..I’m going to end you…* GET TO IT!”
5:25
"Don't waste your time, we have job to do!" - its fit perfect to the soundtrack "The City must Survive"
City*
I kinda wish that in the storm the announcer would get less commanding (or calming depending on what purpose you chose) and would slowly get a bit more nervous and more persuasive with the populace until eventually on the final day he straight up issues a emergency lockdown and urges everyone to stay in their homes and either says “our leader is doing everything he can” or “may god be with us all”
@bluscout1857 You fr are cooking. That would be awesome. I'd imagine it would depend on how bad your situation is though
@@beaglebombergaming4117No matter how good you do the houses always freeze at the final stage, even with fully upgraded generator on overdrive. So I think at least some nervousness would be justified in any instance.
@@bluscout1857 The game got me so fucking immsersed I legit remembered him sounding more panicked. But I probably imagined it because I WAS SO HYPED *Dad shows up with his lost daughter* *LETS GOOOOOOO*
I really wish that the event where a man’s daughter flees the city to escape the coming storm actually did something should you choose to allow him to chase after her. It would be incredibly fitting if, in the midst of the freezing chaos, where a single man braved the elements to save his daughter, the city would get a massive boost to Hope on their return.
There is an outcome where the man returns with his daughter.
it gives you hope irl. If one man and his daughter could, so will the other 600.
If you equip him with rations, this is exactly what will happen
What really made me realize the severity of the storm was the comments my people made about the wind being too loud to think. It must have been so scary for them meanwhile I'm chilling in my warm room and listening to The city must survive and stressing about discontent rising
"-120 degree, WORK FAST IN THE MINE, WE NEED MORE COAL, THE CITY MUST SURVIVE"
*Mines freeze event happens*
*Looks at workers*
"Some of you are going to die, and that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make"
Europe Simulator (2022 Edition)
You have enough gas do live as usual u du**ss(sorry), and even if not, then spend a little more money, but for that the rashists will not have money to produce weapons that will kill people.
Слава Украине!
Underrated comment 😂
Can't wait to see how this will age
The winter in any war in a nutshell
To soon
Pov: You are a Texan during the winter storm of Febuary, 2021
Yo that shit was cool as fuck. Driving on the ice wasn't though lol.
They could make a movie with this game and just about keep the entire sound track. It would be gorgeous and heart wrenching. I'd watch it twice.
@@baguettelauncher8839 Sincerity is foreign to the ones that are hired, these days.
Tim curry has to be the the overseer of New London or something lmao
@@charleszgela7339 going to the single place not reached by the snow - THE SPEHHS
I've never had a game that pushed me to my limits like this. I basically had a count down timer until I'd be usurped, and when the storm ended. THE LAST HOUR OF THE TIMER the storm ended and I won. No resources. Two automatons. And almost 150 bodies to be buried
Finally got around to play the game. Knew there would be the storm, but not exactly when or how bad it was
I went for easy mode and cruise through the game, not crossing the line
And then the storm hit
Scouts and foragers were already home, so, when the beacon was pulled down, no one was coming back. That man that went out for his daughter was on his own.
All my gatherers brought their zeppelins in the hangars. Some houses replaced bunkhouse in a desperate hurry. The wall drill and charcoal kiln kept running as wall as the coal thumper. The few automatons I had would cover the coldest workplaces, and humans would have to do for the gathering. An evening prayer to keep the hope as high as could be in these desperate times. No building were to be built. As a Captain I knew I was mad, but not as mad. Steel stopped being gathered, no point for that.
And the storm held
The Generator glowed in the night. From the heat it outputted and from the metal, glowing red from the stress. This afternoon, it will be shut so we can survive the night. The medical facility will be able to survive the shock, but that is not the problem. Everyone toils so that the charcoal does not run dry, and as the Captain, I am pretty proud of the planning I had on this. But we are missing food, and hunger is starting to take it's toil
And the storm held
Food.. we are all hungry. We did not resort to cannibalism yet, though the cold lets the meat stay intact. We might have to. But after the storm. For now, everyone is to keep working. The Generator will have hiccups today. An engineer bursted through the doorway begging me to stop the overdrive, the bolts are about to melt it seems. Funny that there is still something as too hot, here. In the coldest city in the world. In the only city in the world...
And the storm held
We lost more than 70 people to starvation and we will loose twice in the next few days. I don't know how the others are not starving, but I do not care. The cold is barely kept at bay, my chief engineer having lost faith as I play with the overdrive to keep the city warm. No damage until it reaches 100%? Then we will stay over 90% and the citizens of this hellhole better thank me that they do not have the time to have a frostbite before the Generator is back on. People refused to work, but I don't care. Just one more night. Please, dear Generator, just one more night. A prayer, and a resolve.
And the storm left
From nearly 700 people, we are now down to 580. Not bad, considering that air was starting to liquify and rain on us. The Gatherers left as soon as we saw light, they know that the city will survive if they bring food home. Funnily enough, last week was free of discontent. It seems that the end of the world make people more accepting. But we survived. The cold left. Most of it. Minus 30 is not that cold, all things considered. The engineers cries of joy echoed the halls. The Generator won't blow up today. And we did not descend into madness
I remember, I had to employ literally everyone to Coal so the generator wouldn’t die *and hearing the violins while basically seeing around 10 to 12 people (including children) die an hour (in game)* is a *whole* different experience…
I keep hearing people say this and I have one question to ask about it, do most people not build automatons in the first playthrough that actually survives till the late game? I loved the first one we get for free so I made sure to get some once I got the factory.
Piotr is an incredible composer. I can't believe these tracks are NOT purposefully designed to give you goosebumps, so that you actually feel the cold seeping through. The low brass at the start of The City Must Survive, if played by good speakers, will make your whole house vibrate and send shivers down your spine.
Maybe you live in a cold place
"All thank our leader for this bright new day now march to work" as soon as the storm hits
7:16
I like to think that those violins are the storm hitting the city, meanwhyle, the metal instruments ( I dont know how the name) are the generator, working in limit mode for the sake of people.
The brass section could be a better name for it.
I thought I interpreted it differently than you but the more I thought about it I think I agree. I initially interpreted the upper stings as desperation and trying to do as much as possible to survive and the high strings constantly descend as the storm gets worse. and the low brass and low strings represent determination and hope, they’re the peoples will to survive as long as possible.
And after I thought about it more the generator itself is the personification of the peoples hope and their will to survive. And the storm is the embodiment of the peoples fears that they’re desperate to overcome.
As a general rule instruments made of metal are referred to as brass. Clarinets, flutes, oboes, and other wood based instruments are called woodwinds
And before that is the anxiety of the calm before the storm when you just dread what is to come
Oh my god what a beautiful interpretation, I love it
I remembered my ambitions to keep everything morally stable, I was losing hope but by the end I succeeded. Im glad I held on for so long.
God, holding on to those moral decisions for as long as possible. I think I only had one run where I managed to keep with my moral compass and wasn't forced to go against it and prioritize the survival of the city.
God that frost sound in this game is terrifying and it manages to give me chills everytime I hear it. I probably have a hundred hours playing this with so many failed attempts. 😅
Words cannot describe the insurmountable horror the storm brings to those that still live.
7:26 Pov : You're turning Overdrive
When I first played frostpunk, my generator was constantly working on overdrive during storm. Because of my carelessness I forgot about overheat, and had to sacrifice a child. Even then, at the final day, I had to dose overdrive something like 2 hours of overdrive- 1 hour of cooling down
After listening to this I lost an arm to frostbite, then I got put into a work camp
me too but it got replaced by prosthetic. Well, I have to put the finishing touches on a automaton.
*I did it for all of us. I did it to save us all. It was for the greater good. These are the kind of thoughts you'll be left with, as the apocalypse seems to come down all around you.*
*Did you cross the line?*
The line was imaginary to begin with. Morals are a luxury. When the frost hits, the only thing that matter is to survive.
Yes
Every
Single
Time
Were making it out of the Storm with this one!!! FUEL THE GENERATOR!! 🔥 🔥 🔥
Not only the temperature drop to -150c the beat also drop too and in the end my tears of relief drop after realizing the storm has passed and the sun shines again
My third playthrough I faced the coming of the storm, I was a genocidal leader letting only the strong refugees running from the storm come in. The ill or the crippled were left on the edge of the pit to rot. Or to bury themselves in snow in some hope they'd survive.. The storm slowly passed over the crater as my city screamed in terror, I radioed the technicians to put the generator on full force. The children outside playing in the snow quickly froze before my eyes, I inside of my house watching them freeze and become as lifeless as a statue.
-120 Celsius is something foreign to this part of the planet, How could the clouds not disappear as the float over this planet? It was all desperate thoughts to distract me from my starving citizens, I had to pull 80% of the medical workers out of they're workplaces as the people getting us coal had mostly frozen besides one soul worker.. Working his hardest to keep his two children and wife alive as he had been here from the start, He walked back and forth slowly transporting the coal almost freezing over each time he did so.
His body quaking as I watched from my window, all but 100 of my former 500 population had frozen in they're homes, My beautiful empire I had built in the matter of days slowly crumbled, I guess this is what you get when you reject the sick and exploit lone survivors in the wasteland. But I feared not of death, I had killed many and was sure my time was coming, I had what remained of my scientists to begin researching bypass overdrive to heat the homes close to it as the few medics slowly began to freeze themselves leaving over 200 critically injured to rot..
Not even being able to bury they're bodies, We pushed through and through until the generator was about to explode from overdrive, Just a few more hours I muttered as I saw our population slowly dwindle in the last hours, Families dead for days in the street holding each other frozen in place. The frost was almost over until I heard an alarm, what remained of the people and guards were revolting, I quickly locked my door as I heard them chant and scream. The revolver on my desk glistening in the light, I watch as they try to kick in the door while I race to my revolver and stand behind my office desk against the glass.
They finally burst through the door like a pack of hungry wolves, Two guards quickly rushed towards me I shout one in his neck and he fell on the floor gurgling as the other got shot in the head.. A young 13 year old boy began to try and jump over my desk.. I instinctively pulled the trigger watching him fall. The people watching in horror began to run themselves after making it past the pile of two bodies at the front of my door. I forget to cock the hammer and try to shoot but it was too late, They wrap a cord around my neck as I struggle and they began to bang my back against the glass. It slowly cracking before, BANG My brain calculates things so fast it seems everything is going so slow, My body slowly falling as I can barely move, I slowly begin to feel to cold air on my skin knowing I'd die from breaking my neck or frost bite.. There's nothing I can do and as just as I realize that I hear a crack and things go black..
I tried my best, For the one who is suppressed, Will give the leader unrest.
POV: Winter arrived in Europe
It didnt rly havent seen any snow quite yet
Tfw Russia shuts off the gas lines
@@jooot_6850 Tfw we are already stocked for this winter
ruskie cope
@Danickas0 Bro I thought the winter would be more cold, it turns out that we don't even need scarfs XD
"Don't weep, brother, for your warmth will die with you."
Don't weep because your tears will freeze on your face.
"Come in,! hurry up goddamn!!. Bring those childrens to the City faster" I say for myself trying to save the childrens of the cave before the big Storm arrives.
getting the marathon endurance achievement is one of my greatest feelings of accomplishments (100 days extreme endurance survival mode) ive ever had from a game, literally the first 15 days make or break the entire run and luckily means you wont ever have to redo a day past 10 if you play right
however having to replay those first 5 days 50 times was a new level of hell
Timestamps:
0:00 Into the Storm
4:30 The City Must Survive
8:45 The Still, Cold World (Game intro/trailer music)
I fcking love you
The engineer looks on in defeat at the generator controls. Both he and every engineer, worker and child had given everything they had to keep the city alive, yet all of their work, blood, sweat and now freezing tears may now be for nothing.
The storm now upon them was first sighted weeks in advance, giving them the precious time needed to stockpile food, coal, steel and wood for their battle against the unbridled wrath of mother nature seeking to envelope the city in her icy embrace.
Expeditions and outposts had been recalled, homes were reinforced, and the generator had been upgraded to maximize both its warmth and its hunger for fuel to battle against the mighty storm.
Despite the darkness that was cast over the city, hope was high. At least at first. Automatons had taken over the jobs of the miners and drillers during the storm, meaning many people were able to spend time with their families. A welcome respite from the months of toiling without rest.
But then the temperatures dropped.
Then they dropped again.
And again.
Eventually the coal mines ceased to function as the hydraulics keeping the tunnels from collapsing froze and burst, collapsing the mines. Coal was falling rapidly, but calculations shown that even with the generator at full throttle and every heater in the city at maximum output, coal would not run out before the storm had passed.
But even though they had done everything right, even though it was mathematically impossible to fully exhaust their resources, they may all still die. The generator had been set into overdrive to duel with the howling wind and the unyielding frost days ago and was now at its limit.
By now the pistons were breaking, the turbines were being shredded and the red-hot steel walls of the generator were cracking. Engineers were scrambling to patch the damages, simultaneously being frostbitten by the storm at their backs and burnt by the mechanical beast at their fronts.
Rivets and scrap shot of from the generator onto the people who had gathered at its base, not daring to try and reach the safety of their homes through the snow-covered streets, deciding that the dangers of the generator were less than those of the streets speckled with the corpses of those who had thought otherwise and perished in the cold as a result.
The storm was forecasted to be over today, but the generator looked ready to blow at any moment. Every pressure gauge was reading its maximum, superheated steam was spewing from pipes and cracks and the groans of both man and machine bellowed from all over the generator. Their machine was failing, losing its battle and ready to blow.
But lowering the output and relieving the machines stress would also mean certain death for the city and so their leader decided that it would be better to all be killed with the explosion then to slowly perish in the cold.
The engineer fell to his knees, praying to god, any god who had not yet forsaken them to give the machine the strength it needed to fight off the storm for just a bit longer. But inside himself he knew that if any god had wanted them to live, the generator would never have been needed to be built in the first place. The same generator that was now growing quieter with each passing second.
The engineer looked up and saw another man, hand still on the lever which had set the generator to its lowest possible output. The engineer looked at the man in shock but before he could utter a word the man lowered the scarf on his face, revealing the largest smile the engineer had seen in months.
"Storms over lad, looks like the big girl could keep us safe after all." He said while gently patting the control desk. "Think that the captain will give us a day off now?"
"CAPTAIN!"
"Y-yes?"
"LOOK!"
*sees the Storm approaching*
"OH FUCK! NONONONONO."
Sound design for this game both synthetically and orchestrally is incredible
Something about this makes me strangely emotional
8:50
"We roamed the stale, cold world... No horizon in sight."
when the city builder has a boss fight
"Sir! The people are rioting! They want 1409 wood stock piled to warm their homes during the storm!"
"Homes are warmed by coal... Which I have stockpiled 20k for this very reason. Also, their homes are double insulated and even at 150 below, they are liveable, but yes... Lets lose hope."
All must and will do their part. The city MUST survive!
I hope frostpunk gets a movie or a tv show someday, there is so much potential for this concept
Me when German winter arrives:
Lol no gas
“ Hans! Start the generator overdrive Hans! The city must survive Hans!”
In Russia right know huge snowfall, i never see so much snow, half of the city paralyzed. Real life Frostpink experience
'Beauty at low temperatures, is beauty'
-Josif Brodsky
This game got me immersed more than any other game I’ve ever played. I legit felt responsible for everything. What a game
When u are in germany and and prices are skyrocketing "It´s getting colder"
Ah yes my favorite genre of music, existential dread.
*Pov you were born in Yakutia*
A true notice the difference game. (edit):My friend from Yakutia was saying our winters were too hot for him and summers are unbearable.
When once in my life I decided to stay and live in Volgograd in the winter.
The noises of the metal bending and the generator quite struggling to generate heat to the city while the boss music play is something else.
Everyone talks about The City Must Survive but no one talks about my boy Into The Storm and the tic tac effect for 14 f***ing days.
i am the storm that is approaching
you bastard 17 children froze to death in the shelter
“ shifted to five notches! Overdrive the heat! Everyone get to the wall drills!”
-150
Provoking black clouds in isolation
This game is truly the Dark souls of city builders
sorry i had to say it
In Darksouls, the Dead means nothing too you, how meany time you will Be Slautert evry time You sand UP
In Frostpunk evry Life counts, you can feal evry one of the People that are not there anymore, either because you lost a good worker or a Menber of your Chity
You cannot spit dead in the Fce if he is behind evry thning you do and just waits
@@zeitkrieger4085haha automatons go brrrrrrrrrrr
Stand fast lads! We must... must survive the... s-storm...
*Europe must survive*
Why Europe?
@@templario0717 Because of Russia sanctions, north stream pipelines and so on we, europeans, are facing dire conditions this winter. Look at Germany, Sweden and so on. Meanwhile the USA sells it's low quality shale gas 7x the normal price to the EU. Way to go...
@@amoeb81 How do Russian sanctions affect the rest of Europe?
Ruskie cope
@@seanurbik the germans, French, dutch and many other EU nations banned usage of Coal Generators, Their gas generators are useless as They decided to involve against Russia in the Ukrainian war and Russia cutted off gas to europe, And some even went to the extreme of forbidding the usage of electric heating due to lack of energy, and if it doesnt escape the mind, germany forbade the usage of Wooden heating furnaces "for a cleaner world", just as the reason they closed the other generators. Oh, can't forget, they increased taxes and rules over farms, closing many for the new "cleaner world" initiative... You know, "climate change", the prices of food increased, so to many have to chose between paying heating or food.
Play this game with the window open during the end of January.
You will repeat the fate of Winterhome
There is a high pitched sound in the second song. I guess it is a violin sound and it is similar to the voice of wind when almost all voices stop for a brief time. Magnificent. It gives you the feeling of the frost of -150.
Everytime there is a snowy day, I just go out and listen to the soundtrack, it hits espexially hard when it's dark and nobody's outside.
What I haven't seen mentioned, and that really enhances the experience when one listens to this in one sitting, is how the change in the daily announcements say all that your really need to know. At a first glance, you see this one character, facing doom and despair. You don't know what's going on, nor the state of this universe's new London.
Yet, the gradual change from
"Work time, get moving
To
No time to waste! We've got work to do!
To
By order of our great leader, work shift is over, march to your quarters!
"
Tells you all you need to know. This simple detail highlights the absolute dire state of the city. Coal is lacking, food rations will only hold 2 days. Half the population is sick. Another quarter is gravely ill.
The storm hasn't even hit us yet.
The evolution of the daily announcements in this video holds so much narrative weight. You can feel the captain's crunch, his desperation at the situation. People are angry at the regime, the working conditions. Yet the city must survive.
The captain will trade away his humanity for New London, for
The City Must Survive
This video is actually a masterpiece
This game made me feel cold during the hottest and most humid days of summer.
You can't even begin to understand... No matter how much blame I have to bare, no matter how many lives are snuffed out by my actions, how much blood may stain my hands... There was no other way. This can only end in two ways; the entire city succumbing to the unyielding frost, or with my lifeless body in the gallows. I know they despise me, want to parade my head around on a pike for all the city to witness... but without these sacrifices, we wouldn't be here having this conversation.
*I pause as my eyes start to water, my tears freezing to my face in an instant.*
Do you think I wanted this? How long have you think I've fought myself, trying to listen to reason rather than my heart?
*I raise my voice as I start bawling.*
What, do you think I send the children to the mines and sleep soundly at night? I haven't slept for days, weeks even! With each frozen body we bury, a piece of my soul is buried with them! My residence is purposefully on the outskirts, as I know the workers need the warmth of the furnace to work another day!
*I take a deep breath, sucking in my teeth through my tears as I start yelling at the top of my lungs.*
I HATE THIS! EVERY MORNING I WISH TO WAKE UP FROM THIS NIGHTMARE, BUT I CAN'T! EACH TIME I CLOSE MY EYES, I SEE EACH OF THEIR FROZEN FACES LOOKING BACK AT ME WITH THEIR LIFELESS GAZE!
*I start coughing as the freezing air sharply scrapes my lungs like ice. I sit back down, looking at my hands, as I start saying quietly.*
I'm sorry... I wish I could've saved you all...
*I bury my face in my hands, now whispering.*
...what have I become... please... my Lord... give me the strength to carry on... the city must survive...
Automatons are the unsung heroes on my playthrough, lumbering on, mining and gathering the coal on the mines and thumpers despite impossible levels of cold. I like it how my people found relief on the automatons, while they're safe on their homes, the automatons kept working, not caring about the cold one bit.
The scouts are MVP's too, trekking the frostland finding resources and saving people when the Great Storm was coming, I made sure to let them come home when all the refugees are safe in New London, they deserve it.
Brace yourselfs ! Its getting colder
I stored to much food, I had like 5000 food rations and more being made but not enough coal to keep the generator running at the higher levels. I went from a city of 200+ to a city of less than 50 but the city survived :)
Well, going from 200 to 50 people just means the food will last four times as long, that seems like a pretty hopeful ending. :D
Until now I didn't know how much the ost slaps as I haven't played the game, but I am wiser now
When i saw my food going down and everyone getting sick i was legit praying 😅 it was so intense
6:17 man that brass just gives me shivers from top to toe
Реально не хватало этих голосов пропаганды капитана города между сутками.
Я не хотел играть в них слишком много. Музыка - это самое лучшее! :D
Какая пропаганда? Как вы смеете порочить честь нашего славного лидера, или вы Лондонец, это будет передано стражам порядка.
@@Sni-PEA-rпропаганда - навязывание своего мнения. А мнение капитана не может быть неправильным! Аве Киска! Деус Вульф!
*WORK WHOLE SHIFTS!!!!!!!*
*REMEMBER!! Rest is Gay!!!*
8:50
"Sir! We've... News. We searched all the sites that were shared to us. Unfortunately... we... we were too late. They're gone, Captain. We're... alone. Completely alone." Says the scout leader to the Captain. The captain thinks, sighing.
"What about the outpost teams?" asks the captain
"They're returning as we speak. Our engineers reported about 3 days left until it hits... Or less.. I- don't know."
"We have to prepare more... This isn't enough to survive..." says the Captain, worried.
"Captain, we are already hardworking to produce coal and food. If anything, we will live. It's only a matter of time."
"What about laws? What about the angry people? The sick? The amputees?"
"Sir, open the Book of Laws. You have time."
"Fine, dismissed. Return to Agatha for your check-up. She should be back by today."
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**The day of the Storm**
"Captain. It's time. The storm. It hits. Today. Our rations have been collected and stored appropriately. 2 out of 3 outpost teams have returned. We are unsure about the last. They were last reported at the Fishing Village" the scout announces in a checklisty tone.
"God... It's time. Report to the speaker immediately. Tell the people to stay at home. Work is cancelled. We are required to live off of our stockpiles. The generator... I-..." the captain answers nervously.
"Sir, you have to relax. Our prognosis stands, we are expected to survive."
"Fine. We have to fire up the Generator. I already have to heat a lot of houses due to the demand of the public.. God... I don't know what to do."
"Captain, we already have steam decks, you can increase their.. Uhh, power." the scout replies, the idea coming to his head.
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**Day 5**
"Captain, a-all of us are freezing. Our coal ran out. What do we do?" the representative asks worriedly and anxiously.
"There's only one thing", the captain sighed, before opening his book of laws, "unfortunately, the only way to keep running and surviving in this city... Is by having shifts go all day. Dual shifts. Of course, we need a lot of heaters but.. I-.. Guess it's worth the price."
"The City... Must survive, even if it calls to measures such as these."
The men who willingly sacrificed themselves to uphold the mines at -150 for the hope that their wives and children may one day feel the warmth of the sun again has hit harder than any other NPC action ever performed in any game.
Growing up they told no two snowflakes are the same
And every one's a wonder, something not to take in vain
Of Mother Nature's beauty
Of the universe at play
Seems she's abstained from duty, left us here and turned away.
caught the Stupendium reference, song is fire and so are their other works
Me watching all the citizens on the outer rings freeze to death because I have to turn off the Steam Hubs to save the coal for the others:
“ the captain will turn on the local hub stealing my child. The captain wouldn’t leave us to freeze. It will be OK my child. It will be OK.
“ captain, a outer circle house has been found to have the documents frozen”
Remember guys no matter what, you are the city AND THE CITY MUST SURVIVE
This is auditory spank bank material.
Me with my army of automatons and my citizens chilling in their house with level 4 temperature having the greek utopia fantasy of Eating figs and drinkong wine while committing heinous amounts of debauchery...
I still don’t know how, but my second attempt I managed to not have child labour or have change food laws and I didn’t even complete the order tree and won the londoner event. It was a fever dream of a run but my proudest achievement
Each run, I got further and further; on my first, I made it to the Londoners, but knew the city wouldn’t hold, and the workers were threatening to overthrow me. So I restarted.
On my second, I made it to the refugees. I had mismanaged my resources again, and hope was far too low to convince the Londoners to stay. I didn’t want them to die. I had the Faith Keepers force them. But it wasn’t enough; the hothouses couldn’t produce enough to clear the food deficit, there were homeless sick and dying on the streets, and the medical posts were overwhelmed. I didn’t even have an infirmary. And the storm coming? It couldn’t be done. Even if I’d repeated the mistakes I’d made to keep the Londoners in line, I didn’t have enough resources to keep the generator running. So I tried again.
On the third run, I knew better. Our resources had reserves. Food was never a given, but there was always just enough. We had faith without keepers - the Londoners lost purpose and the scouts brought the refugees from beyond Winterhome; the sick fleeing the storm were cared for, with just enough manpower and just enough roofs. But when fear ran high, people started stealing food, wood, coal - what we needed was a change. But I was stubborn. I had pushed so long without violence; throwing anyone out to the storm was disquieting, and all our faith should have been was a choice.
Workshops were set to emergency shifts as the engineers toiled to realize new sciences; automatons numbered a staggering 8, a single coal mine was augmented to its full capability; all production was automated as I assigned every worker to hunt in one last desperate push for rations. Every resource was checked - all except for food.
We had a quarter of the rations we needed.
The storm came anyway. When the mines fell, we did not save them. When the cold fell, the thumpers still roared. It wasn’t until the last day I recalled each and every worker from their posts - we were all sick, and the generator operated on overdrive in shifts to avoid overloading. A family of ten froze to death in the night.
On the last day, it was helpless. But as time ticked on, and the number of ill grew larger, it got warmer. We survived. Starving and sick, but we survived. We could recover with the infirmaries functional, and the hangars ready.
It was genuinely one of the most relieving experiences I’ve had in a game when the temperature finally dropped. I thought it was going to last for the entire day.
But this doesn’t feel right to me. In total, there were just 12 deaths.
12.
That family could have survived, if I were just a little more careful. If I had planned better, I wouldn’t have to build a house of healing, and that man would recover in an infirmary. The last was just because there wasn’t enough beds. I can do better - I’m gonna go back.
I’m gonna save everyone.