In Frostpunk, what doesn’t kill you definitely doesn’t make you stronger. It probably makes your arm fall off, or convinces everyone that you’re no longer a capable part of the workforce so that they feel compelled to save some power by cutting off the heat supply to your house. And, hey, if you’re lucky, you might be able to contribute to the survival of your pals even if you do die because there are lots of hungry mouths to feed, and what’s a little cannibalism between friends?
I’ve taken a good, long look at Frostpunk already and I liked what I saw. I’ll admit, I did wonder why there were no towering quadrupedal automatons that filled me with equal parts awe and dread. Guess what just WHIRR-STOMPED into view…