@@iokastosastraios8522 indeed, my cat died 5 days ago and no matter the games I play and the food I eat the pain won't go away and I can't stop thinking of him.
@@shittetharse Sugar red, to take the pain... But alas, some pains it just can't take away. That hole in your soul when someone dear departs- nothing can fill it except time.
"My team will hide behind me in every swarm, not of cowardice, but of faith. I am trusted to build a wall, one of dirt, shells, and blood. When the time comes to leave, I'll be the last one out. I leave only a trail of bodies, mine being the only to join them in the end" -A drunk dwarf getting poetic, probably
"The Pod will leave, With or Without you." Means that there's Dwarves who went back to save another, only to both be left for dead, There's Dwarves who finished their mission, only for Molly to completely lose them and have the Pod leave them for dead, Dwarves who fought the good fight, kept their team alive, and ensured their safety at the cost of their own life, Dwarves who fought tooth and nail to get the job done, yet die all the same. We Rock and Stone in honor of you, Brothers. Rock and Stone.
When I first started playing, I usually played solo missions. Never came across this song in my travels until playing with others, but I had a very memorable experience with another song. It was my first Aquarq mission, and being cocky I played on Haz 4, trusting Bosco with his new rocket module. What a fool I was. As a gunner, I understood that I could use the ziplines to escape bugs on the ground, and used that to my advantage. I was doing well, until the Nitra ran out. Bosco couldn't take all of them out by himself, and left me stranded hanging from a zipline all alone, when the song "I Am Lost" began. I didn't know what the song was called at the time, but knew immediately what it was when I saw the name on the soundtrack.
They hated this. This team had been together for so long that they didn't really need to speak to each other. They knew each other's strengths and weaknesses, and how to make it home after every single mission. Engineer had spotted the helmet, near the edge of some cliff. Gunner scanned it, checked around and set up a marker. Driller was already tunneling up to it. Whatever cheer, whatever mirth that had been present before was now gone. A gloom had befallen over them all, a mixture of righteous anger and profound sadness. They hated this. Driller punched through to the small hidey-hole that had been marked on his map. He stepped in and moved to the side. Then, Scout, Engineer and finally Gunner entered as well. They saw the pack. Saw the gear. They all knew not to crack jokes, not anymore, not at this. They had all lost far too many of their comrades to find levity in these moments. Without a word, they gathered the fallen dwarf's equipment. "May Karl guide this wayward soul through the darkness, back to the great halls of his ancestors." Engineer spoke, before tucking the small book back into his pocket. The rest bowed their heads in silent prayer. The rest of the mission was a blur; they went through it mechanically, going through the motions that had succeeded a thousand times before. Back on the space rig, the foursome reached the Abyss Bar. They all picked up an Oily Oaf, tipped Lloyd, and went to the dance floor. But there was no music. The four of them faced one another, faces stern. "To the fallen." stated Driller in his deep, baritone voice. He raised his mug, they all did. They drank together, knocking the beers back in one go. No one knew how many more helmets they would stumble across. Nor how many more lost gears they would find. None of them knew how many they would bring back home... But they would bring them back, all of them. Management, from his office, watched on the cameras. The four dwarves at the Abyss Bar couldn't see it, but there five dwarves that raised their mugs to the fallen. "Rock and Stone." Mission Control stated quietly, to himself. Having finished his beer, he picked up his headpiece and slipped it back on. There was another mission lined up for the four of them.
The driller, reluctantly, had decided to embark on a solo mission to make ends meet. This time around, his beloved comrades were nowhere to be found, having only the company of steel automatons and the occasional voice of mission control to rely on. About midway though the mission, there was a lull in the near-constant assault of bugs, and the old dwarf stopped. He had never truly taken the time to admire his surroundings, and for the first time, he realized that the caves of Hoxxes IV were strangely beautiful. He was glued in place, transfixed with wonder. In some far-off cavern, he swore that he could hear the voices of the dwarven songstresses of his homeland, the ones he had not heard since he was young. He decided that it must have been a trick of the caves, the calls of some lonely glyphid distorted by the echoing depths.
The scout sits at the edge of a ravine, frozen, as some massive creature (no pun intended)dwarfing a hivegaurd slithers through it and dissapears into the distance The engineer walks by noticing the stunned scout... "What did you see?" He asks, gazing into the canyon... The scout, unmoving, flatly says... "Nothing." The engineer understandingly nods and gets back to what he was doing...
"Fathomless Tomb" doesn't just make feel sadness and empathy for the dwarves it also makes me think deeply about myself, every bad habit I do and everything wrong with me and my lack of a girlfriend this track inspires me to think deeply and internally about who I am as a person and it drives me to do better and become more than I am now
I love DRG and Helldivers 2 equally. But one thing Helldivers will likely never beat DRG in is the atmosphere of loneliness, especially when playing solo.
Exactly, I love both games equally but oh my God deep rocks atmosphere and music is top notch, deep rock simultaneously has some of the most adrenaline kicking head banging music like dance of the dreadnaught, but also have very haunting yet calming songs like this.
When you are trying to find the last secondary objective thingy and the greenbeards call a drop pod and leave you behind and macteras shoot the shit out of you and you go down and no one is coming to save you. All the scout’s lights fade away and only thing you see is darkness and hear bug noises while the greenbeards rock and stone in the leaving drop pod.
I'd call that a mission accomplished. We are old, that is for certain. But they have a long future ahead of them- I would not mind sacrificing myself for them.
One day they will suddenly think of you and this moment when listening to this, and remember that mission success wasn't worth leaving you - and from then, they will never leave another dwarf behind.
Sometimes I like to just lay back with headphones in, staring at nothing, thinking about nothing, and listening to this exact part of fathomless tomb. It really helps if you've been going through a rough patch, or have had a lot on your mind. The soft hums of an alien world lulling you into a peaceful state. No problems. No stress. No thoughts. Only you and the absolute freedom of a cleared mind.
The moment mission control tells me the pod will leave with or without me i know that there are dwarves that couldnt make it and it gives me a strange feeling
"A lot of the tenets of Deep Rock Galactic were created during the first incursions of dwarven forces upon the companys discovery of highly territorial native species. What you hear nowadays thrown around, so ubiquitous in common parlon to the point where it is engraved in your thick skull, comes from those early days. I remember when mission controls forehead wasnt so full of wrinkles, when "management" wasnt breathing down his neck. Four dwarfs entangled in a swarm during a point extraction. This scout who honestly shouldnt have been anywhere near Azure Weald got caught up far far away from the pod, as they usually do. Through the static, he could watch as the three turned back away from the pod, blasting away at glyphids as if they were the ones about to be left behind.The minehead came back, alongside the pod, with 2 goggles and a half smoked cigar. Though there was a lot of interest for management to send a rescue team, the top brass was not too keen on losing one more squad for bodies, already burried under the surface of Hoxxes. After a few months we went back to that cave, finding intricate man made tunnel systems and mounds of spent casings. No bodies, no bones, all chitin. With a lot of hassle we convinced the obituary people to convert their status to MIA. So remember miners: instruct your greenbeards; no double diping (you dont know if someone is gonna needs the leftovers) and leave no dwarf behind." - Initial debrief for newcoming miners, Secretary of Recruitment and Death Gratuities.
Pour one for the Empires of old. Pour one for our brothers who couldn't return home. This is to them, who have built the path forward. So we can continue Rock and Stone brothers. ...Rock and Stone.
"I have accepted the fact that im not getting out of here. I hear the damn bugs all around me, keeping me on my toes. I managed to seal myself off in a little room. Hopefully my pings will reach someone. Im out of ammo, and my lights are almost gone, just left with my pickaxe now. If one of you greenbeards ever find my corpse, i want you to take my pick. She served me well, and now she'll serve ya well. Rock and Stone, brothers." The words were written on the stone, old and faded, the bones of the dwarf who wrote it lying against the wall under them. Hoxxes IV is both cruel and beautiful. //This is my first time trying to write something like this. How'd I do?//
This track is why i try to leave a resupply slot or even a whole pod whenever I extract. Just because they didn’t extract does not mean they didn’t survive. Karl’s down there and he’s found the others, I know it.
He sprinted as fast as he could down the ever darkening tunnel, the screams of his comrades being drowned out by the roars of the massive bug swarm. They have failed their mission, and he was the last one alive. Out of ammo, and gravely wounded, he crawled into a tiny hole, and drew his revolver. He had one round left, and only one option. He stared out at the bioluminescent cave, taking in its beauty one last time as the walls began to crawl with monstrous bugs. He drew a sharp breath, his eyes welling with tears as he pressed the barrel against his temple. "For rock and stone!"
Raise a toast, raise your flagons of oily oafs. To all the dwarves who couldnt make it. To the gunners trapped behind saving others. To the scouts who missed their grapple trying to get to his teammate. To the engineer's whos platforms couldnt catch them in time. To the driller's who misplaced their c4 trying to clear a path. To all of you who couldnt make it to the pod, to the ones who did their best, to those that have drank their last beer, we salute you. Rock and Stone.
I am a Gunner, I am the Pillbox which my brothers put their faith in to stand I am the wall meant to tire our enemies out with an insurmountable climb I am the ballista whose bolts pierce the hide of all enemies that dare draw breath I am the blizzard, whose hail outnumbers the stars in the sky I am the Gunner, whose weapons will falter before I dare to Goodbye my friends, I am sorry I had to leave you on this mission, I am sorry the Pillbox could not stand, I am sorry the Wall was not tall enough, I am sorry the Ballista had no more ammunition, I am sorry the Blizzard finally died out, I am sorry that I had to give my life to save you, and I’m sorry I cannot protect you anymore. As the transmission slowly became more and more fuzzy, and as the roars in the background became louder and louder, he picked up his weapons again and left, not saying goodbye, for he knew the weight it would carry, and his bubble shield failed for the last time, not being able to withstand being on for such a long time. Engineer had already left, not being able to bear his friends words, while the Driller had stayed in silence, empty mug in hand. The Scout remained in the Med-Bay, his wounds wouldn’t allow him out of bed for another few days. “When will we be able to go back into that zone?” The engineer asked over comms Mission Control was silent, only shaky breathing could be heard on the other end… Finally he said, “7 hours… I am sorry miners. You’re all on leave until your replacement gets here, he should be coming in a week or two, another greenbeard, so give him a good welcome. Mission Control out.” The Driller merely walked over to the Bar, sat in his usual seat, and asked for the team’s usual round of Glyphid Slammers. Lloyd looked around for the rest of the team, but saw no one. He quickly realized what had happened… The silence was deafening.
it would be cool if you were left behind and were forced to fend for yourself with no resupplies, no rechargeable flares, no headlight and the ammo you had left. i know this would be annoying if you were playing on a real team and make them wait for you to die, but it would be a really immersive feature nonetheless.
I don't think it would be annoying for multiplayer, I know me and my homies would watch eagerly the last moments of our comrade, cheering then mourning as he departs for dwarfhalla
I wouldn't go down easy. Down a round of Slayer stout and MAKE MY NAME BE *KNOWN.* I. AM. CARL. (not Karl. he went down on Skull Crusher Ale. I'm going out on Slayer stout!)
You’ve finally come, huh? The final cave, to honor our fallen brothers in arms? I feel the same, but you should rest now. Have a sip of some Oily Oaf, and remember that if you Rock and Stone, you’re never alone.
"Miner, you were left behind. Communications from now on will be restricted to me and you. As Mission Control, I recomend you survive as long as you can. As a friend, Survive until you can. Rescue units will arrive eventually. Good luck, and Rock and Stone." Mission control turns off coms, and grabs a beer. That dwarf that was left behind will never leave the planet again. Management said that if a dwarf is left behind, to say whats written on the paper. It will bring piece of mind to the fallen. Even tho dwarfes are insufferable little pest, in his opinion, he will always feel guilty for leaving another one behind. He aproves another mission, and reconnects coms. The com of the dwarf is now silent, apart from some glyphid sounds. He finishes his beer, and says "We're sending you in deep, so be on your guard. Scanners indicate particularly rich veins of Morkite and Gold further down. Bring it back, boys." //alright that went well//
this is truly a gift from the gods. we do not know if karl is looking on to us up or down witch one that be but from this all we know is that karl is still looking on us
I wander the darkness. I am stranded in endless caverns I am a soul left behind I am the last one to guide a lost dwarf I am haunting this place of strange serenity I am....Karl
thank you,just realized this track today in game,it was so hauntingly beautiful and sad 🥺. Now I can listen to it before going to sleep 🙏⚒🪨 Rock and stone
Now i understand why Molly is só quiet,she has internal phones playng this song on an eternal loop,even on The caos of a horde,bombs,shots and screams,she still feel peace.
It was not their force of will, not their void devilry, not their Alien darkness, it was something else. It was somehow, from within the derelict horror, they learned to see inside of an ugly broken thing. And take away its pain.
Shit dude, you’re right. I couldn’t imagine how alone that poor man felt meters below the surface, fighting for every last breath of air as he knew that people were trying to rescue him before ultimately taking his last final breathes all alone. That hurts deep.
Hoxxes was cold. In the depths, aside from the glacial strata, it could be warm - toasty, even for a dwarf. But Hoxxes wasn't for dwarves. It wasn't for leaf lovers, or machines. It was for Hoxxes. Every lull in the children it sent was but a moment to reflect. For it, and the dwarves who it interred in it's fathomless tomb.
Just an Idea I have, what if drg had a new mission that would autostart when the drop pod leaves without you? Entirely ment to save the dwarve(s) left behind?and when done you would get the drops from both missions?
What a haunting feeling, most things to me now aren't as impactful, sure its all still wonderful but this? This hum and choir of the ancients? It gets me. Its freezes me in place and forces me to just sit and listen, to take in the environment, to be okay for just a second. I will always quiet down when this beauty comes on, I wont get work done during this, I just let the haunting beauty pour over me.
You’d be surprised how easy it is to get comfortable playing with randoms. I have a little over 800 missions joining lobbies of those I don’t know. It’s always a great time!
I just hope all the homies heal from the stuff they don’t talk about
Some things red sugar just can't fix...
@@iokastosastraios8522 indeed, my cat died 5 days ago and no matter the games I play and the food I eat the pain won't go away and I can't stop thinking of him.
@@shittetharse Sugar red, to take the pain...
But alas, some pains it just can't take away.
That hole in your soul when someone dear departs- nothing can fill it except time.
Aye, some things may feel better unsaid, but from my own experiences the pain of silence is beyond what I should be able to bear.
@@shittetharse honor to the fallen o7
"My team will hide behind me in every swarm, not of cowardice, but of faith. I am trusted to build a wall, one of dirt, shells, and blood. When the time comes to leave, I'll be the last one out. I leave only a trail of bodies, mine being the only to join them in the end"
-A drunk dwarf getting poetic, probably
thats just karl
"And once I'm done here, I'll see those bugs in hell!"
This is what it means to be a gunner.
@@complexemotions338 i usually go almost full melee while playing driller and i've been left behind a lot
pickaxe is my favourite weapon
im not crying youre crying
"The Pod will leave, With or Without you." Means that there's Dwarves who went back to save another, only to both be left for dead,
There's Dwarves who finished their mission, only for Molly to completely lose them and have the Pod leave them for dead,
Dwarves who fought the good fight, kept their team alive, and ensured their safety at the cost of their own life,
Dwarves who fought tooth and nail to get the job done, yet die all the same.
We Rock and Stone in honor of you, Brothers.
Rock and Stone.
In the name of the Fallen, we carry on.
For Karl.
my Dwarven heart swells with pride as my eyes well with tears. Rock and Stone, to the Fallen... and for Karl!!!!
When the bugs start to feel like family, you know you’re where you belong.
when Steeve*
Playable bugs my beloved
retirement plans!
Always remember to leave a restock slot for Karl, and Salute to all the Miners who will never return to the Rig.
Rock and Stone
Rock and Stone.
Rock and, Stone brother.
gotta keep him refreshed.
rock and stone.
rock n stone
Can you explain who Karl is? Im new to the game and I often hear the dwarves say "for Karl", but I dont know what that means. please enlighten me.
It really hits different on solo missions...
When I first started playing, I usually played solo missions. Never came across this song in my travels until playing with others, but I had a very memorable experience with another song.
It was my first Aquarq mission, and being cocky I played on Haz 4, trusting Bosco with his new rocket module. What a fool I was. As a gunner, I understood that I could use the ziplines to escape bugs on the ground, and used that to my advantage. I was doing well, until the Nitra ran out. Bosco couldn't take all of them out by himself, and left me stranded hanging from a zipline all alone, when the song "I Am Lost" began.
I didn't know what the song was called at the time, but knew immediately what it was when I saw the name on the soundtrack.
They hated this.
This team had been together for so long that they didn't really need to speak to each other. They knew each other's strengths and weaknesses, and how to make it home after every single mission. Engineer had spotted the helmet, near the edge of some cliff. Gunner scanned it, checked around and set up a marker. Driller was already tunneling up to it. Whatever cheer, whatever mirth that had been present before was now gone. A gloom had befallen over them all, a mixture of righteous anger and profound sadness.
They hated this.
Driller punched through to the small hidey-hole that had been marked on his map. He stepped in and moved to the side. Then, Scout, Engineer and finally Gunner entered as well. They saw the pack. Saw the gear. They all knew not to crack jokes, not anymore, not at this. They had all lost far too many of their comrades to find levity in these moments. Without a word, they gathered the fallen dwarf's equipment. "May Karl guide this wayward soul through the darkness, back to the great halls of his ancestors." Engineer spoke, before tucking the small book back into his pocket. The rest bowed their heads in silent prayer.
The rest of the mission was a blur; they went through it mechanically, going through the motions that had succeeded a thousand times before. Back on the space rig, the foursome reached the Abyss Bar. They all picked up an Oily Oaf, tipped Lloyd, and went to the dance floor. But there was no music. The four of them faced one another, faces stern. "To the fallen." stated Driller in his deep, baritone voice. He raised his mug, they all did. They drank together, knocking the beers back in one go.
No one knew how many more helmets they would stumble across. Nor how many more lost gears they would find. None of them knew how many they would bring back home... But they would bring them back, all of them. Management, from his office, watched on the cameras. The four dwarves at the Abyss Bar couldn't see it, but there five dwarves that raised their mugs to the fallen.
"Rock and Stone." Mission Control stated quietly, to himself. Having finished his beer, he picked up his headpiece and slipped it back on.
There was another mission lined up for the four of them.
Bro you should tell stories now since that was so deep
Are you a writer man because that was profoundly beautiful.
I don't think I would ever be able to write something as beautiful as this for DRG no matter how hard I try, bravo.
@@MadDog__ Rock and Stone, miner.
@@emeryduhgamer Rock and Stone.
I'd expect this to play when you stumble on one of those places from your childhood that your brain only just remembers
I’ll miss you, Steeve.
The driller, reluctantly, had decided to embark on a solo mission to make ends meet. This time around, his beloved comrades were nowhere to be found, having only the company of steel automatons and the occasional voice of mission control to rely on.
About midway though the mission, there was a lull in the near-constant assault of bugs, and the old dwarf stopped. He had never truly taken the time to admire his surroundings, and for the first time, he realized that the caves of Hoxxes IV were strangely beautiful. He was glued in place, transfixed with wonder.
In some far-off cavern, he swore that he could hear the voices of the dwarven songstresses of his homeland, the ones he had not heard since he was young. He decided that it must have been a trick of the caves, the calls of some lonely glyphid distorted by the echoing depths.
The scout sits at the edge of a ravine, frozen, as some massive creature (no pun intended)dwarfing a hivegaurd slithers through it and dissapears into the distance
The engineer walks by noticing the stunned scout...
"What did you see?" He asks, gazing into the canyon...
The scout, unmoving, flatly says... "Nothing."
The engineer understandingly nods and gets back to what he was doing...
almost as terrifying as hearing Caramelldansen in the distance.
@@thelaststraightguy990 oh god please no
"what did you see?" the engi asked,
the scout pulled out his laser pointer
"found some nitra!"
For the fallen.
May you rock and stone in peace.
a solemn “rock and stone forever”…
"Fathomless Tomb" doesn't just make feel sadness and empathy for the dwarves it also makes me think deeply about myself, every bad habit I do and everything wrong with me and my lack of a girlfriend this track inspires me to think deeply and internally about who I am as a person and it drives me to do better and become more than I am now
Good luck on your journey.... brother. o7
Good luck brother, you're never alone.
And no matter, if you succeed or fail
we will be awaiting you with open arms, to decend onto Hoxxes once more
Rock and Stone brother!
The shadow is you. The "you" you chose to forget. But it didn't. It never forgot the "you" you truly are. It weeps.
I love DRG and Helldivers 2 equally. But one thing Helldivers will likely never beat DRG in is the atmosphere of loneliness, especially when playing solo.
Exactly, I love both games equally but oh my God deep rocks atmosphere and music is top notch, deep rock simultaneously has some of the most adrenaline kicking head banging music like dance of the dreadnaught, but also have very haunting yet calming songs like this.
Remember to respect your fellow dwarves. You may never see them again someday. Rock and stone miners.
i bet they didnt expect to lose karl in hollow bough, now did they?
I really wish i had someone to share these tears with...
Same brother
You share them with all your brothers in the comments. Rock and stone !
A rock and stone for those who didn’t make it home.
When you are trying to find the last secondary objective thingy and the greenbeards call a drop pod and leave you behind and macteras shoot the shit out of you and you go down and no one is coming to save you. All the scout’s lights fade away and only thing you see is darkness and hear bug noises while the greenbeards rock and stone in the leaving drop pod.
I'd call that a mission accomplished. We are old, that is for certain. But they have a long future ahead of them- I would not mind sacrificing myself for them.
@@thelaststraightguy990 tru
One day they will suddenly think of you and this moment when listening to this, and remember that mission success wasn't worth leaving you - and from then, they will never leave another dwarf behind.
Sometimes I like to just lay back with headphones in, staring at nothing, thinking about nothing, and listening to this exact part of fathomless tomb.
It really helps if you've been going through a rough patch, or have had a lot on your mind.
The soft hums of an alien world lulling you into a peaceful state. No problems. No stress. No thoughts. Only you and the absolute freedom of a cleared mind.
The moment mission control tells me the pod will leave with or without me i know that there are dwarves that couldnt make it and it gives me a strange feeling
"A lot of the tenets of Deep Rock Galactic were created during the first incursions of dwarven forces upon the companys discovery of highly territorial native species. What you hear nowadays thrown around, so ubiquitous in common parlon to the point where it is engraved in your thick skull, comes from those early days.
I remember when mission controls forehead wasnt so full of wrinkles, when "management" wasnt breathing down his neck. Four dwarfs entangled in a swarm during a point extraction. This scout who honestly shouldnt have been anywhere near Azure Weald got caught up far far away from the pod, as they usually do. Through the static, he could watch as the three turned back away from the pod, blasting away at glyphids as if they were the ones about to be left behind.The minehead came back, alongside the pod, with 2 goggles and a half smoked cigar. Though there was a lot of interest for management to send a rescue team, the top brass was not too keen on losing one more squad for bodies, already burried under the surface of Hoxxes.
After a few months we went back to that cave, finding intricate man made tunnel systems and mounds of spent casings. No bodies, no bones, all chitin. With a lot of hassle we convinced the obituary people to convert their status to MIA. So remember miners: instruct your greenbeards; no double diping (you dont know if someone is gonna needs the leftovers) and leave no dwarf behind."
- Initial debrief for newcoming miners, Secretary of Recruitment and Death Gratuities.
Pour one for the Empires of old.
Pour one for our brothers who couldn't return home.
This is to them, who have built the path forward. So we can continue
Rock and Stone brothers.
...Rock and Stone.
Thanks king.
👍
This is the music for a man with no enemies
No matter what you mine, what you kill, there's always that one time, you just gotta stand there. And take the beauty in.
"I have accepted the fact that im not getting out of here. I hear the damn bugs all around me, keeping me on my toes. I managed to seal myself off in a little room. Hopefully my pings will reach someone. Im out of ammo, and my lights are almost gone, just left with my pickaxe now. If one of you greenbeards ever find my corpse, i want you to take my pick. She served me well, and now she'll serve ya well. Rock and Stone, brothers."
The words were written on the stone, old and faded, the bones of the dwarf who wrote it lying against the wall under them.
Hoxxes IV is both cruel and beautiful.
//This is my first time trying to write something like this. How'd I do?//
u did great bro epic story
Rest in peace you bastard... we'll take your equipment home... 😢
If you don’t rock and stone u ain’t coming home
Beautiful brother, Rock n Stone
"found etched into the wall, with no pickaxe left behind."
Leave no Dwarf behind!
This track is why i try to leave a resupply slot or even a whole pod whenever I extract. Just because they didn’t extract does not mean they didn’t survive. Karl’s down there and he’s found the others, I know it.
He sprinted as fast as he could down the ever darkening tunnel, the screams of his comrades being drowned out by the roars of the massive bug swarm. They have failed their mission, and he was the last one alive. Out of ammo, and gravely wounded, he crawled into a tiny hole, and drew his revolver. He had one round left, and only one option. He stared out at the bioluminescent cave, taking in its beauty one last time as the walls began to crawl with monstrous bugs. He drew a sharp breath, his eyes welling with tears as he pressed the barrel against his temple.
"For rock and stone!"
Raise a toast, raise your flagons of oily oafs.
To all the dwarves who couldnt make it.
To the gunners trapped behind saving others.
To the scouts who missed their grapple trying to get to his teammate.
To the engineer's whos platforms couldnt catch them in time.
To the driller's who misplaced their c4 trying to clear a path.
To all of you who couldnt make it to the pod, to the ones who did their best, to those that have drank their last beer, we salute you.
Rock and Stone.
Karl would approve of this.
I am a Gunner,
I am the Pillbox which my brothers put their faith in to stand
I am the wall meant to tire our enemies out with an insurmountable climb
I am the ballista whose bolts pierce the hide of all enemies that dare draw breath
I am the blizzard, whose hail outnumbers the stars in the sky
I am the Gunner, whose weapons will falter before I dare to
Goodbye my friends, I am sorry I had to leave you on this mission, I am sorry the Pillbox could not stand, I am sorry the Wall was not tall enough, I am sorry the Ballista had no more ammunition, I am sorry the Blizzard finally died out, I am sorry that I had to give my life to save you, and I’m sorry I cannot protect you anymore.
As the transmission slowly became more and more fuzzy, and as the roars in the background became louder and louder, he picked up his weapons again and left, not saying goodbye, for he knew the weight it would carry, and his bubble shield failed for the last time, not being able to withstand being on for such a long time. Engineer had already left, not being able to bear his friends words, while the Driller had stayed in silence, empty mug in hand. The Scout remained in the Med-Bay, his wounds wouldn’t allow him out of bed for another few days.
“When will we be able to go back into that zone?” The engineer asked over comms
Mission Control was silent, only shaky breathing could be heard on the other end…
Finally he said, “7 hours… I am sorry miners. You’re all on leave until your replacement gets here, he should be coming in a week or two, another greenbeard, so give him a good welcome. Mission Control out.”
The Driller merely walked over to the Bar, sat in his usual seat, and asked for the team’s usual round of Glyphid Slammers. Lloyd looked around for the rest of the team, but saw no one. He quickly realized what had happened…
The silence was deafening.
it would be cool if you were left behind and were forced to fend for yourself with no resupplies, no rechargeable flares, no headlight and the ammo you had left.
i know this would be annoying if you were playing on a real team and make them wait for you to die, but it would be a really immersive feature nonetheless.
"Heads up, miners. Your current objective: SURVIVE."
A rare cutscene or just Mission Control saying goodbye
I don't think it would be annoying for multiplayer, I know me and my homies would watch eagerly the last moments of our comrade, cheering then mourning as he departs for dwarfhalla
"you fuckahs left me behind, so I had to jury-rig a resupply pod to get myself back!"
-random dwarf
I wouldn't go down easy. Down a round of Slayer stout and MAKE MY NAME BE *KNOWN.*
I. AM. CARL.
(not Karl. he went down on Skull Crusher Ale. I'm going out on Slayer stout!)
You’ve finally come, huh? The final cave, to honor our fallen brothers in arms? I feel the same, but you should rest now. Have a sip of some Oily Oaf, and remember that if you Rock and Stone, you’re never alone.
Rock. and. Stone...
Rock and Stone to all the miners who didn't make it back. Who fell within the endless pit of a planet that is Hoxxes.
Leave no dwarf behind.
"Miner, you were left behind. Communications from now on will be restricted to me and you. As Mission Control, I recomend you survive as long as you can. As a friend, Survive until you can. Rescue units will arrive eventually. Good luck, and Rock and Stone."
Mission control turns off coms, and grabs a beer. That dwarf that was left behind will never leave the planet again. Management said that if a dwarf is left behind, to say whats written on the paper. It will bring piece of mind to the fallen. Even tho dwarfes are insufferable little pest, in his opinion, he will always feel guilty for leaving another one behind. He aproves another mission, and reconnects coms. The com of the dwarf is now silent, apart from some glyphid sounds. He finishes his beer, and says "We're sending you in deep, so be on your guard. Scanners indicate particularly rich veins of Morkite and Gold further down. Bring it back, boys."
//alright that went well//
this is truly a gift from the gods. we do not know if karl is looking on to us up or down witch one that be but from this all we know is that karl is still looking on us
man, this hits me right in the feels
I wander the darkness.
I am stranded in endless caverns
I am a soul left behind
I am the last one to guide a lost dwarf
I am haunting this place of strange serenity
I am....Karl
They had absolutly no need to coock this hard with the music. But I'm glad they did
I struggle with my past
I am scared of what the future may bring
But i am never alone, because i rock and stone
Its comforting
thank you,just realized this track today in game,it was so hauntingly beautiful and sad 🥺. Now I can listen to it before going to sleep 🙏⚒🪨 Rock and stone
I really can’t describe how much i love this part, i love it
ROCK AND STONE
ROCK. AND. STOOOONE!
Now i understand why Molly is só quiet,she has internal phones playng this song on an eternal loop,even on The caos of a horde,bombs,shots and screams,she still feel peace.
It was not their force of will, not their void devilry, not their Alien darkness, it was something else. It was somehow, from within the derelict horror, they learned to see inside of an ugly broken thing. And take away its pain.
I think this would fit well in warframe now that I think about it and smiles from Juran
@@simplyaregularguy131 Who's gonna tell him
@@pg13snipez I'm going to assume they're talking about the song
@@RagdollWraith It's actually in the same quest, The Sacrifice
This soundtracks kicks in when you play as a full team on 5 and notices that the final boss is a "Leaf Lover Special"
To the fallen...
truly a song to fulfill your slayer oath to
I want to sample it and then give it additional progression
When i die, i want this to play in my last breath
I fell asleep while listening. So soothing.
I imagine this is the tune that played when we all gained consciousness at 4
just watched internet historian's "man in cave" video and this music is making me feel a newfound respect for floyd collins
Shit dude, you’re right. I couldn’t imagine how alone that poor man felt meters below the surface, fighting for every last breath of air as he knew that people were trying to rescue him before ultimately taking his last final breathes all alone.
That hurts deep.
Anyone ever played this while high and this would kick in and you were stuck in a loop of not knowing where to go? Ahh.....
Hoxxes was cold. In the depths, aside from the glacial strata, it could be warm - toasty, even for a dwarf.
But Hoxxes wasn't for dwarves. It wasn't for leaf lovers, or machines. It was for Hoxxes.
Every lull in the children it sent was but a moment to reflect. For it, and the dwarves who it interred in it's fathomless tomb.
Just an Idea I have, what if drg had a new mission that would autostart when the drop pod leaves without you? Entirely ment to save the dwarve(s) left behind?and when done you would get the drops from both missions?
That's a neat idea!
@@angusthegreybeard it would also explain why we get back to the rig
What a haunting feeling, most things to me now aren't as impactful, sure its all still wonderful but this? This hum and choir of the ancients?
It gets me. Its freezes me in place and forces me to just sit and listen, to take in the environment, to be okay for just a second.
I will always quiet down when this beauty comes on, I wont get work done during this, I just let the haunting beauty pour over me.
its the fat homeless tomb!
Dammit, I need to play this game. Unfortunately I have no friends to play it with...
Same here, that's why I play solo only. 😂
The online community is really welcoming, I've never seen someone not want to show a Greenbeard the ropes.
@@Rummsbatte I'll take your word for it.
You’d be surprised how easy it is to get comfortable playing with randoms. I have a little over 800 missions joining lobbies of those I don’t know. It’s always a great time!
i can tell you that randoms are incredibly welcoming, you should try it
I'll sooner become dust and bone before I leave one of my brothers, rock and stone!
Nice.
Rock and stone you beautiful dwarves...
We fight for Rock and Stone
What is this feeling?
What kind of music is this called I need to find more of it?
This isn't a looped version of the whole track
watch the moving turd!