Most of us have been here before, but the pain never lessens.
156 systems, 2.5 billion cr in exobiological scans, 99 SAA scans, full shields, full health. A gentle glide into the atmosphere of an unremarkable planet. Then...
...joystick/throttle doesn't respond...you can't pull up...you're frantically trying to hit the keyboard kill throttle button...
...it's too late...
...
You stare at the cracked canopy, the exploding console, the pieces of your chariot disappearing.
...
Down below the window, in the taskbar, is an alert icon you don't recognize. You click and read "Unable to connect to Thrustmaster services."
Your eyes close in grief.
156 systems, 2.5 billion cr in exobiological scans, 99 SAA scans, full shields, full health. A gentle glide into the atmosphere of an unremarkable planet. Then...
...joystick/throttle doesn't respond...you can't pull up...you're frantically trying to hit the keyboard kill throttle button...
...it's too late...
...
You stare at the cracked canopy, the exploding console, the pieces of your chariot disappearing.
...
Down below the window, in the taskbar, is an alert icon you don't recognize. You click and read "Unable to connect to Thrustmaster services."
Your eyes close in grief.
You are handling it well at least.
