When we finally saw the end of it, the colony welcomed a baby girl into this strange new world we found ourselves in. Scorched and dry, our water reserves dwindled. A few months later, we were hit by a blistering heatwave.
#SURVIVING THE AFTERMATH GAME PATCH#
After my first experience of a devastating pandemic that left a chunk of my population dying of thirst, I got paranoid and started dedicating a sizable patch of real estate to clean water storage.
That’s not to say Aftermath’s rusty gears don’t occasionally churn out some procedural magic. It’s that same fug you’ll need to wade through to get to the interesting parts. But, like all celestial bodies plummeting to meet the earth, these fragments are eventually dulled, their fiery manes reduced to a grey-brown fug. A brilliant hue that mirrors the hints of brilliance in the game at large. Those comets are engulfed in a purple glow that gestures at a greater mystery behind the game’s otherwise rote post-apocalypse.
Surviving The Aftermath only manages it rarely, but there’s something undeniably vivid about watching a tiny comet land on a colonist’s head on their route back from berry picking, only to witness them stoically hoof it to the nearest medical tent for some ibuprofen and a belly rub. It’s always enthralling when a colony management sim convinces you to feel empathy for the individual ant-sized workers milling back and forth between your buildings and resources.
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