I’m printing Yul ornaments.

Succumb.

This is your life now.

It should have been a flying whale.

My wife’s cat* hated me and I didn’t see her for 9 months. She was an indoor cat.

*(We got two rescue cats the day after we moved into our house. It’s not like I butted into a long relationship.)

A Toyota embedded, like a javelin, 6 feet off the ground in the side of an abandoned building.

They made the first 90° turn of a dog-leg, but missed the second and, with the help of a ditch, launched into the air at the building.

You had me at House Davion, but the model looks amazing.

He still owes me money.

Unused characters become my NPCs.

https://ttrpg.network/post/8028793

Link to one of the last ones on Lemmy.

People were in an uproar over “indoctrination” by the game. If your child can be convinced to join the army by playing that game… maybe it’s for the best.

Fair point.

Fun game. Love the writing.

I have a multilevel farm (each level has 8 domes, filled with enough plants to make 5 stasis devices). I also have three gas & mineral farms for each of the required non-biological pieces.

Sure, 20min is a touch of hyperbole, as there are some steps to get the carbon ready, harvest everything, etc. Once I have it all in my inventory, I can generate roughly 10 at a time. By the time I’m done, it’s about 20min. I then take some time to sell across a few systems.

Expeditions are a main draw.

As an “open universe” game, it helps to set your own goals. Many people work to find the “perfect ship”. Others try to max out their frigate and fleet.

I decided to build a farm and mining operation that generates everything needed for top-tier manufactured goods. 20 min of base-hopping and crafting now nets me roughly one billion. This is enough to let me not worry about funds for a while.

Another fun thing to do is wander about with a friend. My brother and I routinely do derelict missions for fun.

It just boils down to “find what you enjoy doing and do that.”

I’m still hoping for combo planets.

Or just not tell us and surprise us in the middle of a MO.

I thank you.

I need that pattern for… reasons.

I had a cat that, for 16 years, would unerringly launch herself onto my groin as I lay in bed. Swapping places with my partner did not help. Only her passing released me.

I applaud your choice of overlord.