Composer REACTS 😱 FROSTPUNK - The City Must Survive

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[Xanatrix]

If you play Frostpunk and get to the end-phase of a campaign, this song is truly haunting; you've built your city, stockpiled your resources, zoned everything as perfectly as you can, handed out edicts to help survival as much as possible. The final phase *has no gameplay*. You *sit there*, waiting for your city to either survive the ultimate cold front, or fade into silence. This song is all that plays during the sequence. The anxiety you feel is palpable; you're not sure if there was more you could have done, more you could have made, better ways to have played.

[xeros]

When its -150° but your city runs on coal:

[Speediermantis]

This part of the game is literally just about holding out and surviving a massive storm. There is nothing you can do to fight it. Nothing you can do to lessen its effects. The sheer power of nature has come to unleash its wrath upon you and you must sit there, keeping your city alive at all costs, while the temperature drops to well below -100°C and your city begins to come apart at the seams. All you can do is hold on, and wait for it to end. This song is nature telling humanity to lay down and die, but humanity refuses.

[SquidCoyote]

Sir, it's a miracle! The man who went looking for his daughter is back. He brought her with him!
He says that he found her soon after leaving the city, but then they got lost and had to wait for a lull in the blizzard to find their way back. They are both exhausted and frostbitten, but very happy.

[nigel]

Frostpunk is a city building simulator but still managed to be one of the most intense gaming experiences i've ever had. Amazing game with an incredible OST.

[universeimagination]

Son: "Hi dad, I have a question. Why did mom name my sister Rose?"
Dad: "Well son, a rose is your mother's favourite thing, so she named your sister Rose."
Son: "Ah that makes sense, thanks dad!"
Dad: "No problem... *Violin Section of the City Must Survive Song* "

[snapturtle]

the cold reach -150. your generator upgraded to the max. tents upgraded to houses. and people still freezing to death

[maziio]

Remember to throw the corpses of the children to the generator if necessary, the city must survive at all cost

[Betito]

The music honestly makes it feel like the opening to an HBO or Netflix original

[MoeGravey]

Went into a 2 hour frost punk session, came out 16 hours later. thanks dramatic music with zero words to tell you how long its been.

[AklyonX]

Frostpunk is a great city builder, but when this shows up? It fits perfectly.

[loaded]

„THE CITY MUST SURVIVE!” I tell myslef as I see the -150°C storm approaching the city full of sick, starving and scared to death people.

[mindflow]

One of my favorite game soundtracks of all time, the immersion is insane, it's as if you were in the city and felt the impending doom of the storm and struggle for survival

[nuclearsimian]

As someone who grew up with winter storms that I loved listening to, those little moments of tension relief are like the lulls in the wind that you get to hear every ten or so minutes, the wind gives a brief lull and then starts howling again. Its like you listen to the storm breathing in the song.

[tadesubaru]

My interpretation of the falling violins that keep falling is that they're meant to represent the drop in temperature. Because when you think it couldn't drop anymore (See: when it's -120), it suddenly "goes up again" (aka it seems warm in comparison to what's to come) and THEN drops again. It just keeps dropping. and you don't know when it's going to stop

[rainmanslim]

this song feels like an arduous march. where if you fall, you die and those with you WILL leave you behind, as they can't spare the strength to carry you, its as simple as that. haunting, truly.

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You can imagine the firemen screaming at the shovelers to keep shovelling coal while the engineers are trying to tease out every bit of warmth from the Generator without making it explode…

And the stockpiles dwindle rapidly…

[natpat]

I won’t ever forget my first city. All I could do was watch as my city slowly died out with this song playing. It was slow. But horrific to know I could have done better. I should have been more strict and pushed my people to survive.

[cronos]

Close all doors and windows!

Light up the last piles of coal!

Hold onto your loved ones and prevail!

THE CITY MUST SURVIVE!

[Beuwen_The_Dragon]

The klaxons blare their shrill alarm, steam whistles screaming defiantly through the still air of the city; then the people scream too.
The Coal mines empty of workers as fast as the Foremen orders them to, the engineers set the Automatons to automatically feed the furnaces, greasing their gears and praying it’s enough.
City Watchmen call out and guide the citizens into their homes, before retreating to their own while they can. No drunkard dare step outside nor riot fill the street; Not this Night.
The orphaned children lay huddled in corners of the Boarding house, and sickly patients stacked from floor to ceiling in the hospital draw quiet save the occasional moan or cough, the Doctors quietly turning to Prayer over Medicine..
The last of the Airships are stowed in their hangars, as the Hunters make safe their Zeppelin Steeds, and the City Beacon; shining aloft to guide the final Scouting party home; is hastily lowered from the sky as the last hint of blue is swiftly engulfed by Black; They won’t be coming home..
Doors slam shut, windows are shuttered, and every lantern, wood stove and coal furnace is alight tonight. As the Streets go dark, the Frost descends into the City like a Wrathful Biblical Spirit, and no amount of lamb’s blood over the doors will keep the Specter of Death at bay.

Glass shatters from the instant chill, walls and shutters buckle and shake, as cold gusts force through every gap in every wall, no matter how small, piercing like knives regardless of how many blankets or Furs you hide in.
The Captain feels his sweat freeze to his brow, even as he carefully watches every gauge and pressure check of the City’s Steam Core, it’s Iron Bulkhead glowing red hot, and streaks of yellow as it threatens to blow.
Entire streets are buried in drifts of snow, those trapped in their homes soon find themselves as frozen statues clinging to dying furnaces.
The heated Greenhouses buckle under the wind, killing all the irreplaceable crops instantly.
The last automaton slumps in the street, spilling its final load of coal uselessly in the street as its clockwork limbs seize up.
The Cleric says one final prayer for his congregation, all their drawn desperate faces looking toward him, pale, eyes unblinking and flecked with ice, not one of them draws breath.
One Engineer braves the cold and stumbles to the City Core, his legs unfazed by the cold, as he lost them to frostbite months ago, only to Find the Core bleeding steam and pressure valves bursting, the Captain still valiantly sitting at his post, frozen dead at the Core controls, a hasty barely legible note scrawled beside him.

‘I tried”

A flash of White in the Deafening Black, the final Breath as The Last City of Man…

Dies.