Today is role-playing day in Elite Dangerous! I'm diving into the galaxy as Master Commander Jay Delta, on a quest for Guardian weapon blueprints. And wouldn’t you know it? I’m out of iron! It’s like asking the kids if they went to the toilet before a long road trip. I love this game; truly, I am a bona fide citizen of the stars, earning my $0.12 billion net worth on the Frontier! Holy cow, I just flew past a Cloud Imperium system and, boy, cough cough, was it smoky! I hope I have other cores on my system?
Yeah, someone once told me they had to cut out a Groid, and I said, "Good luck with that surgery!"
But seriously, I’m a Master Commander; just a master, because the Elites? They’re out there listening to Marina Sirtis’s voice from the Enterprise, taking them in circles like they’re on a never-ending diplomatic mission. It’s like they’re all trapped in a loop, with someone yelling, “YES, COUNSELOR, I AM COMMANDER RIKER!” Meanwhile, Jedi Knights are complaining about sand, which is coarse, rough, and irritating, and it gets everywhere. And let’s not forget the Galactica’s pilots, still trying to figure out which way is up while searching for a friendly Cylon. It’s like they’re all lost in space, trying to get back to the Starship Enterprise without a GPS!
But really, I love those Elites! I always find myself saying “thanks, buddy,” because they’re just hanging out on the spawn, like an old mother hen hatching those space eggs! The jokes practically write themselves! o7! My next role Commander !
Yeah, someone once told me they had to cut out a Groid, and I said, "Good luck with that surgery!"
But seriously, I’m a Master Commander; just a master, because the Elites? They’re out there listening to Marina Sirtis’s voice from the Enterprise, taking them in circles like they’re on a never-ending diplomatic mission. It’s like they’re all trapped in a loop, with someone yelling, “YES, COUNSELOR, I AM COMMANDER RIKER!” Meanwhile, Jedi Knights are complaining about sand, which is coarse, rough, and irritating, and it gets everywhere. And let’s not forget the Galactica’s pilots, still trying to figure out which way is up while searching for a friendly Cylon. It’s like they’re all lost in space, trying to get back to the Starship Enterprise without a GPS!
But really, I love those Elites! I always find myself saying “thanks, buddy,” because they’re just hanging out on the spawn, like an old mother hen hatching those space eggs! The jokes practically write themselves! o7! My next role Commander !