If you were the authors, how would you have named the game instead?

Goblin949

G
Annoluce said:
the “Smeatchain”. In honour of the great gold rush now gone forever. Or the “Klondike”, if you prefer.
a 900 pax gargantua which will not pass through the mail slot and will have to be fed using an external umbilical from the station.
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It would be considered a mega-ship then. And the name you are suggesting doesn't sound mega. :D
 

Annoluce

Annoluce
I was trying to be serious but something went wrong. ��

ok I’ll give my contribution then.

dangerous: elite

elite mc grinder and the aliens mind benders

Elite: mostly grind at night. Mostly.

Edge of Elite: Jump. Scoop. Repeat.
 

Genus

Genus
Annoluce said:
Elite: mostly grind at night. Mostly.
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23l60g
23l60g
Maybe we should put someone else in charge.

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Spacecat

Spacecat
I've always thought that was a bit odd, both words being ranks in the game. It's a bit like naming a ship the "Python Anaconda".
 

Valorin

Valorin
Actually the game is named "Elite: Dangerous" because that's what pilots are named who are not really Elite yet, but ranked "Dangerous" and good enough to be counted as aces without actually having the Elite rank yet.
This explanation makes the name more fitting somehow, but I have to admit that I don't really like it.

I'd vote for "Elite: Last Frontier" or... uhm... "Elite: Trailblazer". No, too cheesy somehow. "Elite: Space Sim" might be the best choice to perhaps reduce the jerk percentage of the game...
 

Genus

Genus
Annoluce said:
they nerfed the whole planet... game over man. Game over!!
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THE GROUP is gathered around Burke who sits in a chair, maintaining an icy calm although beads of
sweat betray intense concealed tension. Only a few minutes have passed and everyone is still buzzed on
adrenaline, as if the whole group is charged with high voltage.

HICKS
(pacing) I don't get it. It doesn't make any Goddamn sense.

Ripley stands in front of Burke, every fiber of her being accusing him with absolute outrage. Burke
tries to break Ripley's stare, which is like a diamond drill. He can't

RIPLEY
He wanted grind, only he couldn't get it accepted by the community. But if we were influenced...whatever you call it...and then rewarded for the trip at just the right time...
Then nobody would know about the frustrations we were carrying.

We and Newt.

Ripley glances at the little girl, a frail figure sitting nearby, hugging her knees and watching the
proceedings with somber eyes. She is all but lost in an adult jacket someone has found for her, and her still
damp hair is plastered to her forehead and cheeks.

HICKS
Wait a minute. We'd know about it.

RIPLEY
The only way it would work is if he sabotaged certain features on the next update. Then he could jettison the fun and make up any story he liked.

HUDSON
(to Burke) You're annoying, pal.

BURKE
This is total paranoid delusion. It's pitiful.

RIPLEY
(wearily) You know, Burke, I don't know which species is worse. You don't see them screwing each other over for a percentage.

HICKS
(serious) Let's debate him. (to Burke) No offense.

Ripley shakes her head, the rage giving way to a sickened emptiness.

RIPLEY
Just find someplace to lock him up until it's time to --

THE LIGHTS GO OUT. Everyone stops in the sudden darkness, realizing instinctively it is a new escalation in the
struggle. Hicks looks at the board. Everything is out. Revenues. Ship Capability. All enjoyment replaced with a
pending sense of cogent futility.

RIPLEY
They went live!

HUDSON
What do you mean, they went live? How could they go live, man? They're animals.

Ripley picks up her rifle and thumbs off the safety.
 
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Annoluce

Annoluce
Genus said:
THE GROUP is gathered around Burke who sits in a chair, maintaining an icy calm although beads of
sweat betray intense concealed tension. Only a few minutes have passed and everyone is still buzzed on
adrenaline, as if the whole group is charged with high voltage.

HICKS
(pacing) I don't get it. It doesn't make any Goddamn sense.

Ripley stands in front of Burke, every fiber of her being accusing him with absolute outrage. Burke
tries to break Ripley's stare, which is like a diamond drill. He can't

RIPLEY
He wanted grind, only he couldn't get it accepted by the community. But if we were influenced...whatever you call it...and then rewarded for the trip at just the right time...
Then nobody would know about the frustrations we were carrying.

We and Newt.

Ripley glances at the little girl, a frail figure sitting nearby, hugging her knees and watching the
proceedings with somber eyes. She is all but lost in an adult jacket someone has found for her, and her still
damp hair is plastered to her forehead and cheeks.

HICKS
Wait a minute. We'd know about it.

RIPLEY
The only way it would work is if he sabotaged certain features on the next update. Then he could jettison the fun and make up any story he liked.

HUDSON
(to Burke) You're annoying, pal.

BURKE
This is total paranoid delusion. It's pitiful.

RIPLEY
(wearily) You know, Burke, I don't know which species is worse. You don't see them screwing each other over for a percentage.

HICKS
(serious) Let's debate him. (to Burke) No offense.

Ripley shakes her head, the rage giving way to a sickened emptiness.

RIPLEY
Just find someplace to lock him up until it's time to --

THE LIGHTS GO OUT. Everyone stops in the sudden darkness, realizing instinctively it is a new escalation in the
struggle. Hicks looks at the board. Everything is out. Revenues. Ship Capability. All enjoyment replaced with a
pending sense of cogent futility.

RIPLEY
They went live!

HUDSON
What do you mean, they went live? How could they go live, man? They're animals.

Ripley picks up her rifle and thumbs off the safety.
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ah ah outstanding !!
 
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