Jonny Shiloh posted:

To me they read like the bullshit sales reports we used to file each month, desperately showing activity and full of hopeful forward looking statements which we knew were a complete load of bollocks...

Jonny Shiloh posted:

Captain B'Tak: *whimpering intensifies*

Mirificus posted:

https://robertsspaceindustries.com/spectrum/community/SC/forum/3/thread/this-video-tripped-across-my-recommended-i-challen/2499357

Thoatse posted:

starkebn posted:

Damned beautiful cat

Zaphod42 posted:

Especially since graphics fidelity hits diminishing returns. Each generation now, the improvements are going to be less and less dramatic and noticeable.

One in the Bum posted:

Guys, I'm playing the secret dev build jesus patch and it's everything Chris has promised.

Kosumo posted:

Chris Roberts promised nothing, so I totally believe what you are saying is true.

Kosumo posted:

Chris Roberts promised nothing, so I totally believe what you are saying is true.

Mirificus posted:

Thoatse posted:

I thought this one was quite majestic as well. It's a melanistic serval.

Ytlaya posted:

This has really been noticeable. It's actually kind of interesting how people from roughly the ages of like 25-40 were probably the generation with the biggest change in video game visuals during their youth. Like, during K-12 I saw the progression from NES to PS2. The PS3 generation is the last console generation that represented what I'd consider a dramatic visual improvement. But there honestly hasn't been a very big improvement in pretty much all the time since I graduated college or so. I mean, it's still kinda noticeable, but when I was younger 10+ years would have represented a huge change.

And I definitely think we've hit the point of significantly diminishing returns largely because even if GPUs improve, it still takes more effort to generate the actual assets. And even in terms of sheer performance, modern hardware really struggles with higher resolutions, with even the most powerful hardware around not being able to run the more taxing games at 4k with max settings and high FPS.

I think the poster who said that Star Citizen people being impressed is because many of these people are adult men who haven't played any games since the 00's (or earlier) was likely spot on.

Dementropy posted:

MedicineHut posted:

Ok. Not a scam. What about a wrecked dumpster fire?

Mirificus posted:

Dementropy posted:

Dementropy posted:

zebedy posted:

There's a certain type of personality you see a lot online, especially in gaming communities. They are very prone to black-and-white thinking and basically can't handle nuance or context. To them, the word "scam" means "evil person plans and knowingly executes lies and trickery to steal". They don't see evidence which meets this impossible standard so it's "WELL ACTUALLY SIR THATS TECHNICALLY NOT A SCAM". They usually end up becoming alt-right types, where bad-faith arguments serve them well.

It is a scam. Regardless of Chris Robloxs early plans, or conscious awareness of what he and his elite team of Lost Boys are doing, it is functionally a scam.

Annabelle 'Boo' Huxley -Why you shouldn't Mine on Daymar after dark! posted:

Mining on Daymar. One of my favourite locations. Skimming the surface with my Prospector and armed with a Multi Tool. The scanning ping picked up a cluster of Gem Nodes and I swung the ship in that direction, the stabilisers complaining and groaning in obedience. Five small rocks sat huddled together, as if for warmth, on the moon’s cold and dusty surface. I brought the ship down and landed softly and stepped out of the pilot’s chair. I stood for a moment staring out of the Prospectors generously capacious plexiglass cockpit; in the distance, sandy foothills rolled up into the stunted mountains. And close by dust devils chased one another across Daymar’s barren surface.

The outer airlock door whirled and strained as it opened and I stepped out onto ladder and then down onto the moon’s surface, where the rocks waited patiently to be mined. I crossed the distance from my ship to the gem nodes and set about my work. Flipping the Multi Tool into action the scan showed the rocks contained Hadanite, and there were 5 of them. Bingo! My luck was in, and if it held there was a tidy sum to be had: a haul worth approximately 13k aUEC. That would pay for my fuel, repairs to the port side engine, next years insurance and those new shoes at Terra I’d seen.
The first 4 nodes gave up their booty easily enough and I’d eagerly stored them away in my Rucksack. One more node to go and then home. I stood up and stretched and paused for a second and looked around .. the dust devils had died down and the temperature outside my suit had dropped considerably. I spun around on my heels to look over to the range of dwarf mountains in the West. To my horror I saw the sun was slipping silently down toward the horizon. The light was leaving the sky!

I’d been so intent on mining the Hadanite I’d forgotten to set my Mobi alarm for sunset. I looked back at the remaining Hadanite node, it’s long shadow stretching out behind it, and then once again at the setting sun. ‘I’d have time if I moved quickly. Sure I would..just enough time to mine it and get back to my ship.’ I hustled back down into a crouch in front of the rock and snatched the Multi Tool back up, activating the fracture beam. ‘Come on..come on..come on.’

I moved the beam in closer. Not a safe thing to do, but..and turned the laser power to 100%. The rock super heated and jitter-ed in the fracture beam’s intense light. I risked another glance over my shoulder and saw the sun had already started to dip behind the mountain tops. There was a pop and bang as crisped rock chips struck the back of my helmet! I turned back to the node just in time to see the gauge on the sweet spot climb into Overheat! I slapped at the Multitool, quickly shifting the beam off the rock and into the sand. But not quickly enough..

..the rock exploded! Sending shards and gems stones skyward and me 15 meters backward onto my arse. I sat there for a few seconds, dazed and in pain. My ankle had bent beneath my fall and the pain there flared like a glow stick. I fumbled for a Medipen and jabbed it ruthlessly into my thigh. I struggled to my feet. ‘poo poo and gently caress it!’

I looked at the scattered gem stones whose smooth angled facets winked in the final light of the day. I looked back at my ship some 60 meters away. I wondered if I had time topick them all up? It was then I heard the first of them!

To my right the sand around one of the larger inert rocks began to move and vibrate. A muffled rhythmic base thrumming rose into the cold twilight air. To my left more movement and a joining-in of the thrumming chorus. I turned meaning to flee toward the Prospector, but as my left foot hit the ground the pain in my ankle folded my leg beneath me and I collapsed to the ground in agony.

I threw a glance over my shoulder toward the increasingly loud thrumming. On my right, rising from beneath the dusty cold sand, was some hideous home-brew monstrosity..a giant pincer tipped with serrated teeth thrust up into the air from beneath the sand and below it stood three darkly blind eyes on rigid livid stalks. I flung myself toward the Prospector and forced myself to stand and bear the pain in my ankle. I lurched forward..expecting at any moment to feel the cold hard grip of one of those abhorrent, cold-blooded monsters, clamp down on me from behind. I neither dared nor could afford a look behind me. The thrumming was louder now and seemed to be converging from different direction behind me. I could feel the sand around my feet starting to quake. It vibrated violently making it feel like quicksand. ‘This is the story of me’ I thought. ‘This is how I end.’

Then without thinking I clutched at the 6 glow sticks fastened by the circlet on my belt and as I made for the ship I ignited one after another, dropping them behind me as I moved. I knew they couldn’t stand the daylight so maybe, just maybe, they would have to detour around the brightness of the glow sticks. The thrumming died momentarily, replaced by an irritated chittering. I was almost at the ship. I threw the automatics at the door and watched it clunk open and the long ladder descend.

I hurled myself at the bottom rungs and began to climb. How could I have been so stupid? I knew the dangerous here on Daymar! Knew what the risks were! I got my feet onto the bottom steps and began to climb. And here was the most terrifying part..the sudden and fragile hope! I’d began to think I could make it. That I might escape a horrific and dismembering death. Then the ladder shuddered as if hit by a hammer blow. The vibration ran along the metal frame, through my fingers and down my body to my crippled ankle. I let out a scream, my left hand letting go of the ladder. I hung in the air and could not stop myself from looking down!

The first of the creatures had clamped the larger of it’s two pincers on the bottom rung of the ladder. Five more of these monstrosities scuttled back and forth around the foot of the ladder, each vibrating frantically. The sight spurred me on and regaining my grip I climbed the remaining steps to the top of the ladder and slapped at the flat metal pad that would give me access and the safety of the airlock. But as I fell inside I realised with horror that this would also raise the ladder along with whatever was attached to it.

I slid through the cockpit door and strapped myself into the pilot’s seat. I quick started the engines and punched the controls to get lift. The Prospector rose lazily and slowly into the icy night sky. I kept the thrusters in VTOL position and hit the boosters without allowing the ship to climb any further. ‘I’d cook the little fuckers alive!’ I spun the ship around scorching the ground below..without realising it I’d started to laugh hysterically. I was alive! I’d escaped! I rotated the engines and propelled the craft upward into the night sky and space.

The stars appeared and Daymar receded. I relaxed a little, drawing a great shuddering sigh of relief. I checked the ship’s systems and secured the Multi Tool and stowed the Rucksack. Allowing myself a little smile I fired up the QNav and punched in a route for Port Olisar. The engine’s throttling noise died down to a whisper as the ship prepared for the jump..at which point I thought I could hear, coming from the space between the outer airlock door and the inner, a low thrumming noise..!

Tippis posted:

Managed to track down this old gem in time for the citizen con.

Mirificus posted:

https://robertsspaceindustries.com/spectrum/community/SC/forum/3/thread/why-you-shouldn-t-mine-on-daymar-after-dark

Mirificus posted:

Tippis posted:

Managed to track down this old gem in time for the citizen con.

AbstractNapper posted:

7 years into pre-alpha with red flags all over the place, selling virtual land and "pledges" for thousands of idiots' moneys.
Quick answer: Try researching it yourself for a few minutes.
Proper answer: Don't listen to the fudsters. It's not a scam until they actually run with the money. Buy this webcam and this SSD.

Agony Aunt posted:

Just started watching Doom Patrol and when i saw the name Alan Tudyk i thought, that name is familiar. Then i saw the actor and it was like, fricking Firefly of course.

Tippis posted:

Managed to track down this old gem in time for the citizen con.

peter gabriel posted:

Gonna post my story in a bit about mining after dark

Mirificus posted:

https://robertsspaceindustries.com/spectrum/community/SC/forum/3/thread/why-you-shouldn-t-mine-on-daymar-after-dark