You wake up in your spawning bedroom, eager to live one of the best day of you citizen life. You reboot the game because your player refuse to move. Minutes later you're finally walking towards your ship. On your way, you meet another citizen hard at work mopping the floor, supported in his task by an epic soundtrack.
'Chris' Verse is more real than reality!', you shout on the local voicechat channel.
'True! 15 hours of mopping and I could buy myself a Ionic-gimballed Starmop! I'm here for the hard-earned cash, don't want to buy it on store...' says the 8 years old Citizen through its female avatar in sexy leather dress.
After having ordered 10.000t of goods you aim to trade in another of the half-dozen star systems available (you can't help yourself thinking of the bliss you'll have in two
weeks years when CIG will release a new batch of carefully fidelitized star systems...), you
PAARP your way to the landing pad...
'Ha yes, I forgot to put my spacesuit on... So good CIG made this bug a feature, they really listen to their customers'.
As you approach your beautiful starship, you witness the impressive Subsumption 4.5 in action: five NPCs loading by hand your precious cargo. 'Only 9.857t remaining...' notices your Mobiglass. You're not bored, because of the immersive fidelity of the thing. Then you notice a sixth NPC stuck (for how long?) in a collider, spinning crazily... Another NPC is suddenly hit by a spagghetified limb of the poor buddy and thrown against the pile of containers. In seconds, 5000+ tons of cargo are lost in the void. But your immersion remains high: 'Ha! And fools said CIG forgot to code the Space... They really didn't understand game development 15 years ago!'
Well, time to socialize a little. You summon Spectrum 0.15 in your Mobiglass, seeking for fellow Citizens eager to replace the NPCs and fulfill your immersion. After many cordial responses from
'sorry, already saving a damzel in distress' to
'buzz off, I won't break my immershun for yours', you're relieved to receive a message from your Corp:
'Attention all personels, gather at quadrant A-01-1102 to support our Idris fleet!'
So much for the cargo, you run to your pilot seat... Halfway through, you receive another call:
'Too late, we're down... Thank you lamers! I'll ban all of you from the corp' How dare he? You have your golden ticket, for Chris' Sake! You're about to answer back when your ship starts to move. Oh my, a Citizen is stealing your JPEG! As the ship leaves the landing pad you clip through the hull and fall flat on the starport. You're resentful, yet proud, because you know a physicalized 4096 triangle modelized tear is rolling down your avatar's face. Such physics, so realism, much immersion.
You file a report abuse in Subsumption. 2 seconds later BB-Lensl0k, moderator, answers
'it's the game. Infraction to rule 9.2. Stop reporting or you're banned'. But you almost miss the message as you're already back inside the starport to order another ship.
'Haha! I was so smart to spend $13.000 back then. No wait for me!'
Let's go to where your Corp's Idris fleet was destroyed to
scavenge help you friends. As you approach you're prompted:
'sorry, no more room in the instance, 16 players limit exceeded. Would you like to be disconnected or trigger a special mission handcrafted specially for you?' Wow, for you,
specially, like you could feel Chris' breath on you shoulder! You're obviously in.
10 minutes of loading later (so much crafty magical german hands!) your starboat is funnelled towards the closest planet. As your ship falls, the mission chains multiple minigame objectives from "avoid the 'roids" to "run amok around your ship to stick you fingers in hull's leaks". Thrilling, and you know it'll be more awesome next time as the epic soundtrack should stream without hiccups from the Cloud then.
Ship crashes on the ground. Actually she's still intact, but APSDS (Awesome Procedural Ship Damage System) finally triggers once the game scans your account to check that you paid for the extra module. Of course you did, you're not DSmurt's minion! It triggers and spawns the placeholder of your damaged ship - hey, it's alpha what were you thinking? - as a magnificent artwork jpeg of your damaged ship is received by your Mobiglass.
Ok, time for the awesome "you're stranded and must survive, alone, in a dangerous alien place" totally algorithmic moment. You know it'll be great because you read a post from a citizen living in Orlando. You keep your immersion level high by consciously ignoring the multiple ships and citizen flying/paarping around you. Forest is deep and detailed, and totally not faked as you experience many collision
bugs features throwing you spinning in the air. Wildlife too. You never laughed so much in a videogame, this is figuratively and literally pushing boundaries!
Eventually reaching a glade you spot enemy NPCs. They're standing still, not reacting to your presence. You get it: events didn't trigger because you didn't came from the good path. You don't want to make magic germans sad, so you backtrack and take the good path (after stealing enemies weapons, because fun). As a real galactic hero you dispose of the NPC scum. Special snowflakes rain down to congratulate you.
But you're sick, starving and your clothes are dirty. Time to loot, craft and and heal yourself with local flora (yes you have 35 medpacks and 120 big bennys in your inventory, but you have to roleplay!). Once done, a strange creature comes close to you. Maybe you can tame it, even educate and marry it eventually. Such emotions! The creature is about to reveal a secret when it gets shot in the head.
Oh noes, some evil goons found you to break you immersion! Thankfully, CIG anticipated this and the game triggers the immersion-break prevention system :
You can't wait to play tomorrow, when your CPU will get cooler enough to be able to boot the game again.