Songbearer posted:

Can you crowdfund enough money to pay this person to never write again

Mirificus posted:

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Hav posted:

I don’t think he thinks as much as he thinks he knows that he think he knows about the subject.

You know, if recreating a future version of the earth 1:1 is the bar for shutting up naysayers. Just working on the list of actual pledged items would be cushty, Vermin, you absolute tool. Completing anything would go a long way. Not increasing the technical debt would help.

Throwing out a design document for how server meshing is supposed to work, for example.

Zaphod42 posted:

Anybody who wants actual earth sized earths doesn't understand what that means. To make it fun and not a boring simulation of copy pasted cities, you need to have smaller planets and like 1 big city per planet, not thousands.

Sandweed posted:

Ok which one of you is crashdown?

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Thoatse posted:

why can't i hold all this fidelity

Mirificus posted:

Cymelion, in an unrelated Reddit thread, without any sense of self-awareness posted:

It's almost like companies that have made constant profit from abusing their fan/consumer base deciding to become even more egregious are suffering blowback isn't it?

MostlyRandom posted:

lifts working as planned

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Sandweed posted:

This cant be real.

Thoatse posted:

I mean, if people can crowdfund Chris Roberts to never make a game again why not

Mirificus posted:

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..!

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

Scruffpuff posted:

loving LOL I don't know what's real any more. I mean this has to be fake, right? Yet if it weren't, would any of us really be surprised?

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Dementropy posted:

How does Number 3 apply to initial backers?

Bofast posted:

Somewhere around the PS2 or Wii I think we passed the "good enough" threshold for the big masses when it comes to technical improvements, so anything beyond that is likely going to matter to fewer and fewer people. These ever smaller groups of people tend to be the louder ones, though.
Of course, the Citizens are a bit of an odd group, given how they don't seem to know just how far behind Star Citizen might already be falling.

Mr.PayDay posted:

Just believe! In Christ we trus

peter gabriel posted:

There are parts of Tomb Raider with RTX and poo poo on that made me stop and stare, really amazing stuff.

Colostomy Bag posted:

Well well well look at the cyborg here. On Nvidia's payroll. Modifying .ini files again?

Colostomy Bag posted:

Yeah, it is really bizarre. The culmination of factors that converged into this loving debacle boggles the god darn mind.

Scruffpuff posted:

Star Citizen is like Mr. Burns in the Simpsons, who has tons of diseases but all in perfect balance so the net effect is he keeps on ticking. Star Citizen is broken on so many different levels, and doesn't work on any one of them; no matter what part you look at it's completely wrong and broken. But because Star Citizen is horribly bad in ALL the ways, the net effect is it just keeps on going year after year.

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Tippis posted:

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

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