So, after many weeks of zipping around in my beefy little Vulture, some of you may recall I have now upgraded to a Clipper.
And....
I destroyed it on my second trade voyage! Lol!
Technically, it was my fault. I was going a bit too fast towards the station.
Then I discovered that the Clipper is like flying a moose on rocket powered skates.
It can't stop. It can't turn. But it will get you where you want to go fast.
So... the station.
Seriously, what is the point of the giant spikes on the toaster grill?!
I managed to impale one of my nacelles on a spike, got lodged on it and then no amount of thrusting in any direction could get me off it.
So I sat there like a lemon, watching my hull percentage tick down.
Then the station got all y about me blocking the entrance or something.
Then... raining death.
Poop!
So, 1.4 million down and a full load of gold gone.
I literally had about 1,000 credits left! Heh!
So, having emptied out half of my upgrades to cover the insurance, I now am back to bounty hunting once more.
Heck, trading is freaking dangerous, man!
And....
I destroyed it on my second trade voyage! Lol!
Technically, it was my fault. I was going a bit too fast towards the station.
Then I discovered that the Clipper is like flying a moose on rocket powered skates.
It can't stop. It can't turn. But it will get you where you want to go fast.
So... the station.
Seriously, what is the point of the giant spikes on the toaster grill?!
I managed to impale one of my nacelles on a spike, got lodged on it and then no amount of thrusting in any direction could get me off it.
So I sat there like a lemon, watching my hull percentage tick down.
Then the station got all y about me blocking the entrance or something.
Then... raining death.
Poop!
So, 1.4 million down and a full load of gold gone.
I literally had about 1,000 credits left! Heh!
So, having emptied out half of my upgrades to cover the insurance, I now am back to bounty hunting once more.
Heck, trading is freaking dangerous, man!