"I Want It All" Queen of Sag A* in Open - take care

After spending weeks alone at the edge of the galaxy on the Distant World's expedition, I came to a new understand regarding our position and purpose in the universe.

As spokeswoman and high priestess for the newly formed Church of the Emblackenment, I am very much concerned about this so-called queen of Saggy A*.

What is her motive? Is she an imposter? A blasphemer? Does she too seek to free Lord Sagittarius of A* from the prison of fiery daemons of fusion so that he may swallow up the rest of the galaxy? Or does she claim to own our greatest asset in the fight against the intrusive and visible 4% of matter in the universe? Lord Sagittarius of A* is a mecca for members of my church and we will not be denied the right of pilgrimage.

Because if so then I will be filled with the righteous wrath of the Blackness that inhabits the void (but not before going back to the bubble to sell my exploration data and buy a new paint job).

A member of the church shall be visiting Saggy A* tonight to ascertain whether the imposter is still there.
 
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In the beginning there was the void. And the blackness filled the void. They were one and the same, partly because there was no one else around to point and say which was which.

But then the Blackness developed a pimple, and in a moment of weakness decided to squeeze it. This exploded light everywhere and the Blackness developed a chronic rash of smaller pimples which did not clear up after a few days. These islands of light expanded outwards, grew more complex and eventually developed intelligent life with the means to reach the outer edge of their pimples which they called galaxies. And when this happened the Blackness was able to communicate with those units of life.

At the Church of Enblackenment we're aiming to hasten the heat death of the universe. We receive enblackenment when we spend too long at the edge of the galaxy. I myself spent several weeks prospecting and exploring beyond Beagle's Point on the Distant World's expedition. I was told that the pain that I felt was the breaking of the shell that encloses my understanding and not at all space madness.

I am now travelling back as fast as I can to the bubble. We need all the ships possible so that we can enclose every star in its own dyson sphere so as to harness their energy and propel them into a nearby black hole. We believe in maximising entropy, which because of Jevon's paradox means more efficient and more numerous ships. This is why gankers and griefers need to be hunted down and destroyed for they are servants of the uncomfortable rash.

(Thank you for listening to my emergent gameplay.)
 
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She is there right now in open. We have screen grabs of how she is armed.

Power plant 94%
Only one AFMU 97%
Hull at 93%
 
I'll been to pay the blasphemer a visit and warned her that the Church of Enblackenment will return in greater numbers to cleanse the holy place of her sin if she does not leave.

I won't post her name as we're not allowed to name & shame but I will say her hull is at 93%, her power plant is at 95% and her lone AFM unit is at 97%. She has 2 huge plasma accelerators, 5 pulse lasers, 3 shield boosters and prismatic shields. I have an Anaconda that's heavily armed in the next system, but as it also has 2 months of exploration data all the way to Beagle Point and back, I won't be risking it just for her! But if anyone in the area is armed and fancies a little shooting match please let me know.
 
I hope she is still there, I am heading that way now and I wrote a song for her (more like copied it but as copyright no longer exists after the great rip-off wars of the 25th century, we should be okay).

Coreward Bound

Coreward Bound I wish I was, coreward bound,
Core, where no lights escaping,
Core, where I'm spaghettifying,
Core, where my Queen lies waiting silently for me.

Have to find the karaoke machine from the back before I get there.
 
Tonight she'll sing her song again, she'll play the game and defend (Saa-aaa-adge)...

But all my posts come back to me in total mediocrity

Like emptiness in open play, I need someone to oppress me.
Coreward bound, I wish I was, Coreward bound,
Core where a Corvette's waiting,
Core where my Anacondas heading,
Core where my Queen lies waiting, silently for me.
Waiting for a permit.
 
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