...and total, complete and gut-wrenchingly honest stupidity.
Billy Big-balls here, after finishing his glorious first foray into deep space pioneering, skipped the carrier ride home from the DSSA expedition to the Norma Expanse. Thought I’d ‘enjoy the ride home’ didn’t I, full of the confidence of all ill-considered ventures in humanity’s history. Let’s leave our mark on a forgotten corner of the galaxy and all that. At least for the first week. Then that horrible ‘real life’ got in the way (seriously, that can just do one sometimes) and a week long break followed, before I picked up the game again for around 180 jumps to my first waypoint at the DSSA King’s Pass about a third of the way home to the Bubble. It was an act of pure grit and determination by the end of it, with a couple of sketchy sleep-deprived brushes with stellar overheating scooping fuel to keep me on my toes. I found some wonderful sights but for the last fifty or sixty jumps to the carrier it was driven purely by desperation. Then came the relief as the carrier signal appeared on my scanner, and the weight of time and empty space lifted as the flight controller welcomed my arrival and the docking clamps engaged. A quick trip to the Universal Cartographics agent fluffed my credit account and finally pushed my Explorer rank up to Elite, a glorious day and time for a celebration in a lovely system to sightsee (trinary ELW, oh my!). Then I layed in a course to the next waypoint at the DSSA Ironside and... another 160 jumps. Which would be followed by ANOTHER 200 jumps maybe before I could finally get home. That’s when the madness and despair arrived with a vengeance...
Feeling what was left of my sanity fray at the edges (though I doubt there was much to begin with...) I managed about ten more jumps before my fatigued and despairing hand moved to the self-destruct button... it’s alright I told myself, I’m at peace with my decision, I’ve offloaded all my data and reached the milestone I’d set myself and the serenity of a man who’s done all he could washed over me as the control console started sparking, smoking and immolating; even the sirens announcing my imminent demise sounded strangely peaceful. It’s all a dream I told myself and soon, you’ll take that free Sidewinder and wake up back home in the Bubble, back in the heart of civilisation and be ready to crack on with the game proper again.
Relieved to be finally away from the insanity of deep space I felt the familiar comfort of the hustle and bustle of the spaceport and sauntered over to the shipyard, what’s a few million credits to transfer my modest flotilla back and give me a couple of days break to gather my thoughts. And that’s when I realised what I’d done... my DBX, the pride of my collection, partially engineered but more so than anything else I owned, was gone, just debris floating far from any travelled road half a galaxy away. My heart sank and in that instance my tired and weary brain knew it had made a terrible mistake. Truly an act of insanity inspired stupidity!
It’s not the cost, it’s the thought of re-engineering those modules again. Good gods of space travel, what was I thinking?! Wounded and deflated I handed over the credits to transfer my remaining ship and didn’t even make it back to my bunk, I just laid down on a nearby bench and held my head in my hands. The shame! The foolishness! All the satisfaction of the journey There is worth little without the journey Back Again. A cruel end for my brave Diamondback who’d taken me so far.
It’s a cold galaxy though, and if live with the consequences of my silliness I must then live with the consequences I shall. At least the two day transfer time for my other ships will give me some time to reflect on biting off more than I can chew and soothe my scarred ego. Nonetheless, I have contacted FDev support with a brutally honest plea for clemency, a one-time request that if they see fit in their omnipotence to grant and restore my ship; upon my honour I shall never again ask for a mulligan, but rest assured that whether they grant me mercy or leave me to my foolish mistake I will continue to play and enjoy this rich galaxy of wonder they have provided us with. I just wanted to share my cautionary tale of poorly considered bravado and proper planning, I just couldn’t face the black any more and opted out.
Has anyone else fell victim to such weakness of character? Let’s share, and rejoice that though the consequences of our mistakes may seem steep we shall live, we shall learn and we shall keep flying. Thank you for listening, o7 CMDRS!
Billy Big-balls here, after finishing his glorious first foray into deep space pioneering, skipped the carrier ride home from the DSSA expedition to the Norma Expanse. Thought I’d ‘enjoy the ride home’ didn’t I, full of the confidence of all ill-considered ventures in humanity’s history. Let’s leave our mark on a forgotten corner of the galaxy and all that. At least for the first week. Then that horrible ‘real life’ got in the way (seriously, that can just do one sometimes) and a week long break followed, before I picked up the game again for around 180 jumps to my first waypoint at the DSSA King’s Pass about a third of the way home to the Bubble. It was an act of pure grit and determination by the end of it, with a couple of sketchy sleep-deprived brushes with stellar overheating scooping fuel to keep me on my toes. I found some wonderful sights but for the last fifty or sixty jumps to the carrier it was driven purely by desperation. Then came the relief as the carrier signal appeared on my scanner, and the weight of time and empty space lifted as the flight controller welcomed my arrival and the docking clamps engaged. A quick trip to the Universal Cartographics agent fluffed my credit account and finally pushed my Explorer rank up to Elite, a glorious day and time for a celebration in a lovely system to sightsee (trinary ELW, oh my!). Then I layed in a course to the next waypoint at the DSSA Ironside and... another 160 jumps. Which would be followed by ANOTHER 200 jumps maybe before I could finally get home. That’s when the madness and despair arrived with a vengeance...
Feeling what was left of my sanity fray at the edges (though I doubt there was much to begin with...) I managed about ten more jumps before my fatigued and despairing hand moved to the self-destruct button... it’s alright I told myself, I’m at peace with my decision, I’ve offloaded all my data and reached the milestone I’d set myself and the serenity of a man who’s done all he could washed over me as the control console started sparking, smoking and immolating; even the sirens announcing my imminent demise sounded strangely peaceful. It’s all a dream I told myself and soon, you’ll take that free Sidewinder and wake up back home in the Bubble, back in the heart of civilisation and be ready to crack on with the game proper again.
Relieved to be finally away from the insanity of deep space I felt the familiar comfort of the hustle and bustle of the spaceport and sauntered over to the shipyard, what’s a few million credits to transfer my modest flotilla back and give me a couple of days break to gather my thoughts. And that’s when I realised what I’d done... my DBX, the pride of my collection, partially engineered but more so than anything else I owned, was gone, just debris floating far from any travelled road half a galaxy away. My heart sank and in that instance my tired and weary brain knew it had made a terrible mistake. Truly an act of insanity inspired stupidity!
It’s not the cost, it’s the thought of re-engineering those modules again. Good gods of space travel, what was I thinking?! Wounded and deflated I handed over the credits to transfer my remaining ship and didn’t even make it back to my bunk, I just laid down on a nearby bench and held my head in my hands. The shame! The foolishness! All the satisfaction of the journey There is worth little without the journey Back Again. A cruel end for my brave Diamondback who’d taken me so far.
It’s a cold galaxy though, and if live with the consequences of my silliness I must then live with the consequences I shall. At least the two day transfer time for my other ships will give me some time to reflect on biting off more than I can chew and soothe my scarred ego. Nonetheless, I have contacted FDev support with a brutally honest plea for clemency, a one-time request that if they see fit in their omnipotence to grant and restore my ship; upon my honour I shall never again ask for a mulligan, but rest assured that whether they grant me mercy or leave me to my foolish mistake I will continue to play and enjoy this rich galaxy of wonder they have provided us with. I just wanted to share my cautionary tale of poorly considered bravado and proper planning, I just couldn’t face the black any more and opted out.
Has anyone else fell victim to such weakness of character? Let’s share, and rejoice that though the consequences of our mistakes may seem steep we shall live, we shall learn and we shall keep flying. Thank you for listening, o7 CMDRS!
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