After much dummy-spitting and general grumbling, I recently resumed larking around in ED after several months pouting that they didn't design the game the way I told them to, the fools. Mostly I have stuck to Solo but the last night or so have braved Open. My little corner of the galaxy (yes, it is mine) has been player-free by and large. I think I saw two other commanders but everyone went about their business and all was well. 'Pfft', I thought, 'this 'open is full of pirates and griefers' nonsense is just rampant scaremongering.
However tonight I met the nefarious CMDR <snip>. I saw him in my system (yes, it is mine) and then I saw him in my instance. He was in an Asp, I was in a Courier. He probably knew how to, you know, do piloting or whatever it's called, whereas I often fly around with my cargo scoop open, making my ship do a fair impression of it's pilot when he wonders why his ship is scraping around the landing dock like a dog with worms (landing gear not down - again). Anyway, utterly unprovoked CMDR <snip> opens fire on me. I bravely run away, at least I did once I raised my cargo scoop (this is true - I don't know why it was open). Close call. And then he interdicts me. I pop off my rail-gun a few times and then notice that he's also obviously hacking by having a better gun than me. And ship. And skills. So... yeah, obvious haxor. And then he shoots me. And then explodes me. And all without so much as a by your leave, the dirty pirating griefer. Also, nefarious. Obviously.
I cough up the insurance (robbing devils eh? Art imitating life eh?) and leave the space station. At this point two things happen. First, I realise that my 'Wanted' status had a $100k+ bounty attached to it and secondly I realise I have no idea how comms work (though 'awkwardly and counter-intuitively' seems to sum it up). I know the former because the thoroughly non-nefarious or piratey or griefery CMD <snip> messages me to say hi and that it was a good fight (which is... generous of him, let's say, and leave it at that) and that I'm 'brave' to be tooling around with a $100k+ bounty on me (Honestly, I'd have hunted me down for that wedge of cash - and probably lost). And I know the latter because I have no idea, at all, of how to reply.
I can't get his name to come up as someone to talk to. 'Asp' comes up but that doesn't seem right. I've just left the station so I spin round and go back. Maybe I need to be inside for it to work, so I fly through the slot and get a warning because I didn't ask permission (this kind of formidable skill goes some way to explaining how I rack up 100k bounties without really knowing it). So I spin round again, bounce off something and stumble back outside, begging for a 'go home Courier, you're drunk' meme.
At this point, CMDR <snip>, probably assuming I'm pouting/rude/'challenged' somehow (not unreasonable, fair to say) leaves the station and flies onwards with a 'so long!'. I send a couple of messages to 'Asp' just in case but get nothing back, so I came here to post this.
If you're reading this, Commander, thanks for the bit of pew-pew and for trying to engage me in conversation. Sadly Frontier have yet to offer some kind of L-plate sticker so you had no way of knowing the quality of opponent you faced. But one day, when I'm a lot better and you've lost all your limbs in some kind of hideous combine harvester accident and have to play by headbutting the keys, then there will be a reckoning!
ElGuappo out.
However tonight I met the nefarious CMDR <snip>. I saw him in my system (yes, it is mine) and then I saw him in my instance. He was in an Asp, I was in a Courier. He probably knew how to, you know, do piloting or whatever it's called, whereas I often fly around with my cargo scoop open, making my ship do a fair impression of it's pilot when he wonders why his ship is scraping around the landing dock like a dog with worms (landing gear not down - again). Anyway, utterly unprovoked CMDR <snip> opens fire on me. I bravely run away, at least I did once I raised my cargo scoop (this is true - I don't know why it was open). Close call. And then he interdicts me. I pop off my rail-gun a few times and then notice that he's also obviously hacking by having a better gun than me. And ship. And skills. So... yeah, obvious haxor. And then he shoots me. And then explodes me. And all without so much as a by your leave, the dirty pirating griefer. Also, nefarious. Obviously.
I cough up the insurance (robbing devils eh? Art imitating life eh?) and leave the space station. At this point two things happen. First, I realise that my 'Wanted' status had a $100k+ bounty attached to it and secondly I realise I have no idea how comms work (though 'awkwardly and counter-intuitively' seems to sum it up). I know the former because the thoroughly non-nefarious or piratey or griefery CMD <snip> messages me to say hi and that it was a good fight (which is... generous of him, let's say, and leave it at that) and that I'm 'brave' to be tooling around with a $100k+ bounty on me (Honestly, I'd have hunted me down for that wedge of cash - and probably lost). And I know the latter because I have no idea, at all, of how to reply.
I can't get his name to come up as someone to talk to. 'Asp' comes up but that doesn't seem right. I've just left the station so I spin round and go back. Maybe I need to be inside for it to work, so I fly through the slot and get a warning because I didn't ask permission (this kind of formidable skill goes some way to explaining how I rack up 100k bounties without really knowing it). So I spin round again, bounce off something and stumble back outside, begging for a 'go home Courier, you're drunk' meme.
At this point, CMDR <snip>, probably assuming I'm pouting/rude/'challenged' somehow (not unreasonable, fair to say) leaves the station and flies onwards with a 'so long!'. I send a couple of messages to 'Asp' just in case but get nothing back, so I came here to post this.
If you're reading this, Commander, thanks for the bit of pew-pew and for trying to engage me in conversation. Sadly Frontier have yet to offer some kind of L-plate sticker so you had no way of knowing the quality of opponent you faced. But one day, when I'm a lot better and you've lost all your limbs in some kind of hideous combine harvester accident and have to play by headbutting the keys, then there will be a reckoning!
ElGuappo out.
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