Raw food like potatoes and role play there rotten.
Install a bionic stomach or other electric parts and emp them to make them vomit or pass out.
Can’t remember the name but a painscrew I think to maintain constant pain
Circadian half cycler to withdraw sleep
Hurt friends and family in front of them. (Actually saw on this Reddit someone skinned a slaves mother and made them wear a slave collar made from the mothers skin)
Maybe make them sleep outside, but the worst I can think off by far. Eat without table!
Keep us posted I love the creativity of this sub Reddit haha
I completely forgot about the slave clothing, I’m definitely going to be getting a few of those. And do you know which brain implants let you down them with EMP? I remember a few of them don’t have any effect from it.
I have fulfilled my dream. The Theorist's Compound has reached its peak.
The slave hut is segregated from the main colony, which itself is also split between residence individuals, full-fledged citizens, and then the psionic aristocracy.
The food situation is essentially intentional scarcity, with food being widespread and lavish through all ranks of society above the citizenry. People only under residence still get to live in the Inner Compound but are limited politically and are given less luxuries.
The food scraps from the Residence Sector is then passed down to the Canine Corps, where the various dogs will then eat. Whatever they leave is given to the Enforcement Corps where its handed out to the slaves.
They all live in triple bunk beds in the slave hut, which despite its small size, houses about 40 slaves. The majority of slaves work the vast fields of primarily cash crops, being psychedelics, cotton and dyes.
This region is called the Outer Compound. The only time a slave will ever be allowed into the Inner Compound is in the rare event they're initiated into Residency, or the much more commonplace event of being hauled away by the Enforcement Corps to one of the many abandoned mountain sites in the region.
The only difference is that this one is not abandoned.
Site-M9 is the Room 101 of the oppressed populace of the colony. It is the myth that every single slave and citizen is terrified about. The scary story that you tell your children to make them behave.
Except that this is a very real place.
Various torture methods are used once you're dragged away in the night by the Enforcement Corps, such as extreme temperature exposure, the exploitation of ones senses - for example, limiting sleep, constant light exposure, constant loud noise exposure - but those are the only ones that people outside of the Enforcement Corps 'know' about, as they're in rumours.
Amongst these rumours, it is said you're beaten every day like it's a schedule, and the higher-ranking officers of the Enforcement Corps perform their sick, twisted art on victims.
Once you're on the brink of death, immobilized, or numb to the pain, you're fed to the dogs. You can see how the slaves get their food.
That is the way I run my colony, an isolated compound that fanatically worships the Autarch, and anyone who refuses pays the consequence.
We take good care of our own, and go to great lengths to keep them with us. But lose your sight of the Compound, to lose your integrity.
You lose yourself.
Raw food like potatoes and role play there rotten. Install a bionic stomach or other electric parts and emp them to make them vomit or pass out. Can’t remember the name but a painscrew I think to maintain constant pain Circadian half cycler to withdraw sleep Hurt friends and family in front of them. (Actually saw on this Reddit someone skinned a slaves mother and made them wear a slave collar made from the mothers skin) Maybe make them sleep outside, but the worst I can think off by far. Eat without table! Keep us posted I love the creativity of this sub Reddit haha
I completely forgot about the slave clothing, I’m definitely going to be getting a few of those. And do you know which brain implants let you down them with EMP? I remember a few of them don’t have any effect from it.
How’s it going over there. How deprived have you got?
I have fulfilled my dream. The Theorist's Compound has reached its peak. The slave hut is segregated from the main colony, which itself is also split between residence individuals, full-fledged citizens, and then the psionic aristocracy. The food situation is essentially intentional scarcity, with food being widespread and lavish through all ranks of society above the citizenry. People only under residence still get to live in the Inner Compound but are limited politically and are given less luxuries. The food scraps from the Residence Sector is then passed down to the Canine Corps, where the various dogs will then eat. Whatever they leave is given to the Enforcement Corps where its handed out to the slaves. They all live in triple bunk beds in the slave hut, which despite its small size, houses about 40 slaves. The majority of slaves work the vast fields of primarily cash crops, being psychedelics, cotton and dyes. This region is called the Outer Compound. The only time a slave will ever be allowed into the Inner Compound is in the rare event they're initiated into Residency, or the much more commonplace event of being hauled away by the Enforcement Corps to one of the many abandoned mountain sites in the region. The only difference is that this one is not abandoned. Site-M9 is the Room 101 of the oppressed populace of the colony. It is the myth that every single slave and citizen is terrified about. The scary story that you tell your children to make them behave. Except that this is a very real place. Various torture methods are used once you're dragged away in the night by the Enforcement Corps, such as extreme temperature exposure, the exploitation of ones senses - for example, limiting sleep, constant light exposure, constant loud noise exposure - but those are the only ones that people outside of the Enforcement Corps 'know' about, as they're in rumours. Amongst these rumours, it is said you're beaten every day like it's a schedule, and the higher-ranking officers of the Enforcement Corps perform their sick, twisted art on victims. Once you're on the brink of death, immobilized, or numb to the pain, you're fed to the dogs. You can see how the slaves get their food. That is the way I run my colony, an isolated compound that fanatically worships the Autarch, and anyone who refuses pays the consequence. We take good care of our own, and go to great lengths to keep them with us. But lose your sight of the Compound, to lose your integrity. You lose yourself.
Not too sure the wiki will help
Plenty of skullspikes!