Licking my wounds I head out of the brown mush, setting my teary eyes into something brighter.
We're heading to Bloom!
Arriving with the sun behind. Not great of an entrance but the horizon shows promise. Cotton cloudy bliss a jump away I thought.
what is this s*. This GRAIN! Ah the settings, MEDIUM settings that look more like LOW. Well let's see how this old beast can handle High, better yet, F the Frames, let's go Very High.
And, somehow miraculously does hold, not only holds but it's playable on a decade old PC. Impressive. Now let's find us as place to land.
Seems like a perfect spot right over there.
Touch down. We've been waiting for this moment for so many years that it feels somewhat surreal.
And there it is.
The
"Chewie, we're home" feeling inside. Like a little kid.
Climbing every rock trying to find the most perfect angle.
Resistance is absent. Redundancy fully embraced that Time flew. I should be sleeping long ago. And so must my space cowboy if I want to retain my gear.
Time to leave and find the nearest spot to crash. (knock on wood). A quick Map check and we're set. Not very far. Punch it Chewie!
And there it is. Our new home far from home.
Orbituary Station.
To be continued...