You don't have to, but yeah... kind of par for the course these days, unfortunately.i'm expecting in the next update, after each transaction, the amount of credits will briefly flash in comical font and bright colors, followed by lots of exclamation marks, and occasionally accompained by "critical!".
you have to go with the times.
I have not played the game in over 60 days, just cant really get back into it since there is really nothing to do. Jump here, shoot this, shoot that, blah blah the game is boring as my last wife. Cant hire a crew and have them fly one of your ships, cant send them on a cargo haul all the same old crap and never nothing great.
Everyone's balance will have 3 zeros added to the end, as will all rewards. Ship costs will be reduced as much to ensure everyone can afford their own private coriolis station ready for space legs.i'm expecting in the next update, after each transaction, the amount of credits will briefly flash in comical font and bright colors, followed by lots of exclamation marks, and occasionally accompained by "critical!".
you have to go with the times.
It's been a bit of fun at any rate, but I'm still not sure what the OP is hoping to accomplish.
What do I fail? I guess ignorance is bliss.And that, young padawan, is why you fail.
So they say, so they say...What do I fail? I guess ignorance is bliss.
Have you seen the interiors of 2/3 of the ships we own? Wires falling out of the ceiling, worn upholstery, no crew, cats in the ventilation, duck tape holding everything together, buggy and slow computer systems... I'm grizzled and poor IRL, yet none of my used cars have looked this bad since I was a teenager!Why is everyone so obsessed with being grizzled and poor?
Yeah mining, it's nothing like the hard graft my grandparents used to do:"I'm a humble belt miner. Life on the frontier is tough but somebody's gotta do it"
"Uh this says that you're a literal king, and an admiral."
"Oh, yeah. That. I wanted to buy a warship or two or three"
Yes they are much meaner than the Gnomes ofBlame the concrete cows.
A while back, using the value of precious metals as metrics, I was looking at the average income for a person and came to the conclusion that in order to have a wealthy and comfortable lifestyle an average high-pop planet would have to work only a few hours a century. That's not a few hours per person, that's the entire planet of billions living comfortably for an entire century because a single person went out in a Cobra for a day's work mining void opals. We are only billionaires because we decide to work for more than 20 seconds a decade.