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We Must Endure
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seraphic

we all have our stories... here's mine.

the first time through, i thought i was doing pretty good for the first few weeks. i didn't really rush -- it didn't occur to me this game had a timeline, with increasing challenges. thought it was city mgmt game as ush, you know? took my time, diddled around, and then when the survivors started pouring in i was suddenly on the back foot. not enough supplies, not enough housing, and never enough warmth. i never did catch up after that. i managed to stumble my way to the final storm, hoping maybe i'd be okay... i can't describe how terrifying and disheartening it was to see those repeated temperature drops crop up on the timeline. with every plunge my already thin reserves were stretched further. discontent was rising, hope was plummeting, people were literally freezing in the streets. as the final triple-temp-drop rolled in, i had nothing left. no coal, no food, no ability to make things even an iota better for my people. all i could do was hope... desperately... that somehow it would all be enough. amazingly, a sun had appeared on the timeline. was that it? the end of the storm? would i make it after all?

literally 6 hours before the storm broke, my rioting citizens dragged me from my post and dumped me in the snow. banished. i was so fucking immersed i could almost feel the killing cold. temperatures like that, -150C, would have me dead in minutes. i wouldn't live to see the end of the storm, but maybe my city would...

immediately after that game ended, i started another. it was 11pm on a weeknight, and i told myself i'd just play for an hour. i ended up playing for the next 5 hours, straight through. it was always "one more quest" or "one more target" and next thing i knew the final storm was on the horizon again. i'd done better this time. i didn't waste a day, an hour, a minute. i set my people working right away, made the hard choices, built the buildings, mined the coal, kept people alive. when the survivors started pouring in i had the reserves to bring them into the fold. i'd planned my city better to keep everyone warm and safe. i'd kept up with resource gathering and as i rolled into the final storm, i had decent reserves. even so, i was worried. who wouldn't be?

btw -- i was, at this point, living in the upper midwest. it was december, middle of the night, cold af outside. i couldn't think of a more appropriate way to experience this game. i literally remember turning out my lights and opening up my windows so i could get just a little more immersed. then i unpaused and... this song started.

my city plunged into the bitter cold. people stopped working. i closed down everything i could, conserved power and heat. my citizens huddled in their homes and waited for the worst. the happy reds and oranges turned to yellows... then greens... then blues. i kicked the generator into overdrive. the cold abated a bit. but then the generator was getting too stressed. i had to take it down a notch. immediately the edges of my city were purple. people were getting sick. the infirmaries were getting overwhelmed. i had to switch the overdrive back on. the storm bore down harder -- i was running low on supplies -- would i make it? back and forth i toggled between overdrive and normal, keeping a wary eye on the gauge. i used to draw the redline at 95% stress. now i was letting it creep to 96... 97... all the way to 99. even sat at 99 for a few seconds sometimes because i was that desperate.

then the final three drops. this was it. do or die. i knew there was an end to the storm. i just didn't know if i would make it. discontent was up again, hope was low... but i was better off than last time. colder and colder. even overdrive wasn't enough anymore, and at the worst possible moment, my generator hit 99% stress again. i knocked the overdrive off. the entire city was freezing to death, but there were only a few hours left of this hell. i let the stress die down to 98% and kicked the overdrive right back on again --

the music stopped. wtf? did i blow the generator up? what happened?

and then i realized: i had made it. the temperature soared back to livable numbers. the end text showed up. it was 4 in the fucking morning, i had to work in a few hours, but MY CITY. HAD. SURVIVED.



Red Klainn

I was convinced to play this game by a friend of mine, and i certainly dont regret it.
My first playthrough, like many others commented here will be quite an unforgetable one, i came back home late, around 1 am, and began playing some frostpunk, while voicing with my friend who has a similar schedule, i was preping up for the endgame, farming a lot of resources, especialy food, and researching better coal making facilities and the generator upgrades i knew i needed, however, i never upgraded insulation on my health facilities or the like, never thought i'd need them, i also never upgraded my citizen's housing so they were still living in tents.
Then my friend had to leave at 3 in the morning, and i was still playing since the game just felt so nice to play, but then the true winter came, and i was very smug and proud of the way i built my city and while i knew this game would throw a few punches on the ending of this first campaign, boy was i not ready for it, at all.
First bout of cold was fine, i withstood it with good heating and the faith kitchens (forgot their name), which increase workplace heat by 1, and then i saw the little weather forecast for the future and i just say day, after day, getting colder by one or two levels, and i knew i was screwed.
Coal supplies on the halfway point, i had to do 24 shifts everytime the cooldown was up on my coal mines, and they were far from enough, with me (having no idea how to use them), building coal thumpers and assigining people to them also doing 24 shifts just to not run out of coal.
and so it went on for while it felt like an hour or two, i dont know how long it lasted but it was hell, having to upgrade my tents to houses bit by bit, gathering the wood which ran out a while ago, being converted into charcoal to feed the endless greed of my generator, just so my people didnt all die by the end, micromanaging every single action and i can say that i never had more than 12 hours of coal left at any given time, even with so much overworking being done.
34 deaths later, hundreds of people having frostbite, and somehow surviving with my really good healthcare system with a lot of infirmaries.
I survived, at the end some more people died with me saving coal for what i saw being the endgame ,with that death warrant of a drop in temperature followed by the rise of the sun once again, but regardless we survived.
I doubt any of you guys will see this but thank you, this was an amazing experience and definetly worth its full price for this single campaign alone in my opinion.



endocean117

I don't know if you'll see this after how long it's been since this was posted, but... I figured I would send a message of appreciation and how this game touched me here.

My first playthrough evoked such intense emotions when I got to the final storm. Until then, every single time the bell tolled, it hurt. It crippled my city. I notcied every single time it tolled. I went the route of order. I knew how dark that route would get. I did what I could to respond morally each time I had to use my power. I avoided executions in public. I refused to let people burn books or perform vigilante justice. I punished every single guard that acted outside of justice. I didn't want to abuse my citizens, but needed order.

When the final storm started, things took such an instant, brutal turn that I didn't even have time to feel for any of it anymore. The tolling of the bells rapidly just became something to ignore. Individual human lives stopped mattering to me because I felt it was the future of humanity itself on the line. Our survival as a city was the only thing that mattered to me anymore. People would beg for a break from the mines that had literally killed the miners and I simply forced them to go back and clear the mines out. People begged to be with their children in "their last moments" and I refused. I made them and their children work. People died, but they, much as their bodies had long ago became just another resource to insure the survival of the city and humanity itself.

I knew that they would suffer. I knew that it was wrong. But what use is the suffering we had to get there if in the end... we let it be in vain. What was anything we'd done and suffered for worth if we failed in the final moments? I resigned myself in my own little canon for my story that I would do what needed to be done to keep the city and our people alive... and face the justice of the crowds when it was over. I had gone too far to be forgiven, but I did what I had to to keep us alive. I didn't regret what I had done. I only regret that I had failed to protect them better and prepare for the worst so it didn't have to happen.

It's horrific and that's what made it such a beautiful game to me. I'm a bit of a pacifist IRL and... it made me make dark choices in the end. Even if I wouldn't survive the crowds when it was done, I kept society and humankind alive. I don't regret that. Thank you for making such an emotionally impactful and beautiful game. I genuinely don't think I'll ever forget that first playthrough and just... how much I felt through it.



G. Man

My Interpretation of this beauty:
0:00-0:20 Announcement of the Storm
0:20-0:50 Everyone is shocked by the Message
0:51-1:01 Silence before the biggest Storm of your life
1:02-1:41 Begin of the Storm
1:41-2:02 Last Efforts of Humanity (Stockpiling; Scouts bringing back lost people)
2:03-2:21 First Wave is over but something is bigger is coming...
2:22-2:42 People are afraid...
2:33-3:02 THE REAL STORM ARRIVES. EVERY SECOND A NEW PROBLEM!
3:03-3:23 a glimmer of hope
3:24-3:42 the storm pounding like a force of nature; The coal mines are working overtime!
3:43-3:47 150°C
3:48-3:50 We survived the storm..

Yeah i love this song :D



Nova

Apparently I'm 4 years late to the party but this has instantly become one of my favourite games, ever - I have no idea how I'm just coming across it now but... my god... what perfect execution and immense artistic talent by everyone involved.

Voice acing, Music, Sound design, Visuals, Writing, Game design... everything, literally perfect. I've never had a game effect me so emotionally like this did in those final, horrifying minutes. Urgency, desperation, panic, dread, and above all else, a genuine sense of attachment to the city I had built, like I was down there in that frozen hell with all of those poor souls.

That primal instinct of fear and survival washing over you when the end is looming and ever-approaching, without any stopping it. All of your machinery beginning to break down... your people locking themselves in their homes to spend their final moments with their families... your resource reserves ceaselessly draining, lower and lower, as the temperature plummets to seemingly no end... the generator in the middle of your city, your shining beacon of hope, becoming more and more unstable with each second, threatening to explode or fizzle out at any moment as everything freezes over.... the horrifying realisation that your people are on the verge of dying, families being broken apart, everything you and your people worked to build is crumbling before your eyes and there is truly nothing you can do to stop it.

The time for action truly has passed, and all you can do at this point, is watch... and weather the storm... as your citizens must do. YOU have to share in their experience, their fear, their anticipation, their powerlessness, their dread. The true horror of the situation unfolds before you, and all you can think is "Did I do good enough?" as your heart pounds in your chest. Only those final moments will answer that question. What will be left, after death itself has washed over you and your people? Did you do good enough? Or... did you fail those who put their trust in you?

Seriously, mad respect to all of you at 11 bit studios, this is peak art right here and you damn well bet ill be buying the sequel! I think I'm in video game love.



Dragovich

(Inspired by a certain in-game event...)

The moment his knees buckled, making him fall, he felt relief. But that quickly passed, as the singing coldness of the snow made him shoot right back up. No, laying down now, even for a fraction of a second, would be suicide. A luxury nobody had. Certainly not him. But he was still a human. Just a human, against the nature that bore no thought for him in its anger. He needed rest. One quick break on his quest. Just out of sight, there seemed to be a rock, sticking out of the snow. The black surface of it stands defiantly against the snowfall, alluring him towards a place of respite. He couldn't resist...

He leaned against it first, before sliding down and just sitting there, the rock surface giving him just enough space, everything else was just pure whiteness. He was gritting his teeth together, even biting into his lip to hold back the tears that were welling up in his eyes...

-Daddy?
-Yes, dear? - The man asked as the nightfall was coming, his little girl sitting in the doorway of their bunkhouse. For some reason, she liked to sit there before bed.
-Do you remember how it was in London?
-Yes. I do... - He mustered a smile, though, the pang in his chest was especially painful, as he could see the snow billowing outside, see the hunters head out to gather more food.
-Tell me what it was like! - The girl happily chirped up, hugging her knees and looking up at her father. Not for long as he sank down to his knees, so they were at an eye level.
-Remember that one time you and your mother went to the hothouse?
-Uh-huh?
-Imagine an entire city like that. And even better. People walked in the parks, laying down on grass... Just grass. No vegetables on it, or fruits, or anything else. Just a place entirely dedicated to keeping a little bit of nature in the midst of the chaos of the streets.
-Did you sit a lot there? - The girl's head tilted to the side, as she was fully engrossed in the fantasy of the world that was before.
-Not really... I was working a lot. So, I guess, that didn't change. Only the weather did. It was nicer. All we have now is cold, hard ice, and the merciless snow...

"Snow... snow... snow..." Echoed in his mind as he looked around, the wind brushing against his cheek, as if he had no mask on whatsoever. His stomach rumbled. In a completely instinctual gesture, he finished off a ration, looking around, biting onto his lip again. The tears had to be held back, he wasn't going to go blind. Not until he could find her. And bring her home. Not until he saw to it that his daughter was safe. Letting out a groan of exhaustion, pain, desperation, his fingers clung onto the rocky surface as he pushed himself up on his feet. Fixing up his gear, he just set forward, his eyes open wide, barely even blinking, as he sought out any clue about his child's location. The times spent at the public house with some of the hunters suddenly came in handy. He could almost feel the presence of someone else. His heart was beating faster, the undying love for his daughter pushing him on, their connection strong. He knew she was out there. He could sense it. Right when the word "snow" crossed his mind again.

"Give me your hand! It's daddy! I'm here!" He called out in desperation against the howling winds. He could feel her close, as any father fret for his child. He held out hope that he wasn't there for naught. Just as he could see another speck of darkness against the whiteness of the surroundings. The exhaustion relented as he rushed towards it, faster than any other time in his life. It wasn't a rock, as he got closer he could see the fabric texture. "No... No, no, no!" He muttered under his breath as he made a final rush, beginning to dig.

It was definitely a human being, that was clear, what was sticking out was just a lonely arm. In the back of his mind, he was just hoping it was some wayward survivor too far gone already. But as he dug, he uncovered a small little spot. There has been just a little piece of rock where a child found a place to rest. Not too dissimilar to what he did before. Only the girl's smaller frame meant that she didn't take up as much space, and the snow had already almost covered her, leaving only a narrow sliver of a hideout. "D-D-Daddy?" The little girl's voice cracking up as her teeth were clacking against one another. "I'm coming, honey, I'm coming!" He howled out like a wild animal, grunting and panting as he dug, dug, and dug. Until he could just take her by the arm stretched out and pull her out of there, into his embrace.

"Up there!" A hunter called out, pointing towards the edge of the city, where a lonely figure stood. "Who's that?" The other wondered, pulling out a a small spyglass to look into the distance. "You will not believe it, lads..." For a few moments they stood there in shock, the spyglass passed around just so they could confirm that they didn't hallucinate it. The father, clutching his daughter to him, stood there, visibly shaking himself, but still standing strong. The small puffs of air pushing out of his mask as he observed the hunters scramble people together. The two were hastily brought back down, right to the infirmary as they were immediately treated, one of the doctors being awake from too much work. "Can you tell me how you managed to survive out there?" She asked as she inspected the two, who were refusing to get separated. "I don't know... But if I could... Imagine a whole city together..."



Jeffry Ab

>The temperature just dropped to -150c
>The food ran out 2 days ago
>The coal will run out soon
>The people cant work anymore
>The infirmaries are all overcrowded
>Riots break in the streets
>You no longer have control over the situation, the storm took that from you
>The silhouette of a man stands at the edge of the city, he's carrying something, someone, a child
>An old feeling you thought forgotten comes back to you
>Hope rises



TheReal21Roads

Alternative version:
>Blow up the entrance of the Nusian's base
>Plant C4's
>Get out of the maze like way to reach the topside
>Start the helicopter and hold your ground
>Either Gaia, Hermes, Achilles or Prometheus appears to kill you and your team
>Kill the boss
>Get out of the base using the helicopter
>Till death do us apart



Dante Sparda

I extend my thanks to the engineers who worked away for 48 straight hours in the middle of the storm to research the tier three generator.

I extend my thanks to the 45 volunteers who died shoring up the mines supports

I extend my thanks to the people of Winterhome for making the automaton that sweeped snow from the bridge to Winterhome, for without it we would not have survived the storm

I extend my thanks to the men of the sawmill who worked tirelessly to support research in the midst of the storm

I am sorry to the family of 8, who froze in the cold when the heat wasn't enough

Against all odds and forces of nature, the city has survived



Dragonspirit223

I've said it before on other videos, but I love this song for just... the story in the music.

You have found cities deserted and destroyed, the mighty Winterhome has fallen, Tesla's magical city has died, you are all that's left (to your knowledge). You are the last city on earth. The last spark of humanity.
And yet Nature pushes ever harder to kill you and your people. If it had its way you'd all be wiped out, buried in the mockery that is your city to its power.

The song is a battleground, humanity vs nature. We fight on, we work for our survival and the survival of our loved ones, and if we are to die we don't die quietly, but kicking and screaming to the sky.

Pure determination and stubbornness.
If death is to have us, it shall have to earn us.



FATEd Pondera

Day 1 of the storm: oh please...bring it on. This might be my first playthrough of the game, but I've rescued all the refugees, I've got 2 weeks worth of rations saved up, and I've unlocked most of the tech tree.


Day 2: things are ticking along nicely. THIS is the end-game? Clearly the challenge of this game was overrated...wait, did that just say "temperature will drop significantly?"


Day 3: uh oh.... stuff's starting to freeze. OH SHIT, there's frost on my monitor?! what the hell?!


Day 4: -150 F. We're past the point where carbon dioxide freezes. This planet is less liveable right now than fucking MARS. We've just got a thicker atmosphere... This literally cannot get any worse.


Last day of the storm: It got worse. People are dying left and right. The mines have collapsed. All I can see is frost.


Aftermath: We might have survived the storm, but I don't see how this colony will survive the aftermath. The credits scene basically told me that I abused Faith and that I suck.


I'll just have to do better in the next game and NOT suck.



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Strenght Bracer

Not gonna lie I was impressed by that one man who came back to the city at -150C with his lost daughter

Deathly Drained

They never came back for me. I didn't realize it was possible!

Aeveras

@Deathly Drained I believe you have to give him supplies before he heads out to get the good outcome.

Deathly Drained

@Aeveras I did, he never came back. Apparently people say that he leaved at the start of the storm, but he left like a few days before the storm for me

Aeveras

@Deathly Drained Odd... I've gotten it a few times and I think he always does make it back. Maybe there are some other hidden variables like the hope level of the city that impacts this?

Papuloeritomatoso

I was surprised that the daughter came back alone.





She didn't find her father.

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StringStorm

The song is the epitome of "You can't do anything about it. You just have to hope you're strong enough."

Radio Man

Holy shit I didn't know you played Frostpunk! Awesome!

Oleg Oleg

Honestly, I'm not 100% sure if I agree

Because while the storm feels, well, frightening, it also feels defiant, as if the generator is standing there, groaning from the stress, but roaring against the storm like hell made manifest

Hello Universe

@Oleg Oleg I wouldn't say hell made manifest just the final windswept candle of a dying species groaning under the complete indifference of mother nature

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