Oh, the humanity... maggots almost were my undoing...

Greetings, Commanders.

I had just accepted some juicy assassination missions in Pomeche, had arrived in system and was reaching for the analysis mode key, when a shriek from the kitchen alerted me that bovine waste product had hit the propeller.

"Maggots," my wife screamed. Now, my wife is not easily startled, and totally unfazed by ugliness per se (as evidenced by the fact that she puts up with me), but there are a few things that really upset here, and anything looking like caterpillars, worms, or snakes really does the job.

So, I pulled off my Rift and ran to the kitchen, thinking that I'd be safe in super cruise (parked very close to the star).

Found lots of maggots, mopped them up, and (at the insistence of my wife, who knows that my eyesight is bad) left for my computer again. Pulled on my Rift and got greeted by the sight of two Federal Corvettes, who were happily hammering away at my own Corvette. Shields gone, hull down to 54% . . . bad news. (I had three pips each to shields and weapons -- 2 huge fixed beam lasers, large gimbaled MC (overcharged/autoloader), a pair of class 2 gimbaled pulse lasers (scrambled/emissive), 1 rail gun (plasma slug) and one small MC (gimbaled/corrosive) do draw lots of power).

Fortunately, my ship carries decent armour -- reactive with heavy-duty mod, 2 class-5 HRPs (heavy duty), and two MRPs (class 4), so my modules were largely intact (the armoured power plant still had 96%, the worst off was the cockpit (80%).

So, four pips to engines, two to system, and boost, boost, boost. I left those guys behind pretty quickly, jumped to SC, dropped into normal space again after a short while, and repaired my hull (repair limpet), along with my modules (5A AFM).

I don't want to toot my own horn, but I AM a bit proud that I did not panic when I saw that my hull was at 54%, but reacted rather speedily (and WITHOUT cheating in any way, manner, or form!).

Lesson learned -- next time my wife yodels, I'll be sure to exit the game. Doesn't take a minute, after all. :D

Oh, almost forgot: I did get all those pirates, and cashed in the bounties, as well. :)

Kindest regards,

DDM_Reaper20
 
Next time you get moaned at by The Mrs for not being able to multitask, bring up this incedent👍
Mrs Zak freaks out at the sight of maggots and also flying ants, i can hear the screams now 😂

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;D Given that my wife rolls her eyes at my ED infatuation, I don't think it would be wise to mention that as a sign of being able to multi-task. (sniggers) My personal motto is, "never boast of being good at something, people will see it as an invitation to burden you with more work." (Before somebody thinks I'm a total slacker: I actually do a ton of work on the side for my colleagues -- translating letters and e-mails, making phone calls, arranging appointments etc. I just don't brag about it (and it's free of charge, too...)). :)

I am, happily, totally unfazed by slimy things. Wasps, bees, hornets, though . . . those make me extremely nervous (phobia).
 
Situation well maintained. Not only you scored few manly points (bonus for leaving game) but you managed to overcome in-game crisis. Fun observation - NPCs are <pejorative word here>, they waited for you to leave ship unattended and then attacked. Griefers. If I were in your situation I would:
  • probably be already dead since none of my ships is that tough
  • try to escape (if not dead already) and if destroyed, suck it up. IRL crisis > game.
 
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