Hey thanks for all the nice replies. I registered here recently in a huffing fume about to tell off some angry poster but refrained from submitting it. Not wanting to join the calamity. I am a avid reader of everything relating to ED so of course I am familiar with most of you by now. Yes, maybe toxic is the wrong word for the state of this forum. Annoyed and hotheaded with a side of snarky besserwissim perhaps. But yes. I have seen the welcoming nature and relentless helpfulness towards new players and give absolute kudos to those pillars of the community.
It's funny. I usually don't screenshot games, but here I feel the need the need to document almost everything. And I enjoy going through my log and following my steps through space.
Not since the early days of wow has a gameworld gripped me as this one.
I remember in vanilla wow after my first day sitting with my lev8 dwarf on a hill watching other adventurers run by late at night. It was so hard to log off while the world of Azeroth kept turning. I planned my excursions, started a rp guild with my friends, made online fanzines... basically lived there. It lasted until I was halfway through wrath of the lich king. Our guild had grown too big, my irl friends (since childhood) had stopped talking to each other due to in-game drama, and I could never play in peace without being accosted in whispers from random guildmembers whom I didn't know. And mostly my burn out was due to the game just growing. More and more stuff to do. A ever-growing myriad of different errands to do for different types of unlocks and gains.
And meanwhile the world that had seemed so alive in a time without guides and meta-builds just started to feel empty. Everything was scripted, nothing mattered except seeing ones stats rise and gear one dreamed of owning being confined to the coffers in lieu for the next legendary thingamajig.
And the game made people angry. Nothing was ever right for my friends needs. Always hating on Blizzard while grinding ever forward. I finally logged out after thawing my epic mount. Never came back. I still long for the early days when everything felt fresh and awe inspiring.
This burn out still haunts me mostly because my friends still hate each other. And it has made me very aware of problematic gaming and made me shy away from hard-core communities. When games make people angry it's not playing anymore. Then it is a addiction.
And games are also quite dangerous in the way that they stimulate and trigger the whole of the players system while not giving physical or existential release. Gamerculture as a whole is saturated in a dissatisfied hunger for something that will satiate this need for THE game that will not leave them hollow or frustrated by the very nature of the game which is; It is a game and only fun and fantasy and has no impact in life beyond what you felt and feel afterwards.
I often think of the working environment for gamedevelopers. When I was playing on my Spectrum as a kid I had no relation or awareness of the games creator. The game was simply good or bad. Shortcomings just inspired me in dreaming up my own worlds and technical limitations of course held down any fanciful desires of what a game should provide. Now developers in general are targets of plain abuse. They are called lazy, greedy, or indifferent because changes don't happen fast enough, in the right way, or doesn't live up to the prebuilt personal expectation of the gamer.
There is very little respect for the process of creating. Understanding of how taxing it must be to keep tinkering on something day in and out while being told you're not doing good enough.
I want Elite to stay healthy. I want happy developers and to be in a community dominated by joy. I want the game to stay pure. The Thargoids scared me. I love how alien they feel. I was in awe approaching wrecked stations. I have not seen the Guardian ruins but read with envy and excitement about other pilots discoveries. It is a great time to be part of this adventure. I want the developers to be excited to. I hope this universe is eons from burning out no matter how fleeting the solitary pilots career may be ❤
Tldr: Drinking wine with my lady and rambling
