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Re: Make Cyclops great again!
Even with the dense environment, I would be happier using a cyclops/prawnsuit combo.
Re: Ideas to make Moonpool Awesome!
aussie_itv wrote: »Even if the moonpool remained the same size, but building a second/third one right next to it morphed them into one larger moonpool that could fit the larger vehicles
Wow that's a great idea! Connecting moonpools to make the bay longer! That would solve all the connecting module problems.
Re: 'BOREALIS RISING' - A Subnautica Story V2.0.
As promised, here are the fully compiled and final versions of 'Aurora Falls' and 'Borealis Rising'.
Just barely managed to get them in before the forum's deadline for new posts. That's what I get for being a slacker.
Once again, a Sea Emperor-sized 'thank you' to everyone who has been following these stories. If you found them enjoyable, I can chalk this up as 'mission accomplished'.
Warm seas, my friends. Swim free.
Just barely managed to get them in before the forum's deadline for new posts. That's what I get for being a slacker.
Once again, a Sea Emperor-sized 'thank you' to everyone who has been following these stories. If you found them enjoyable, I can chalk this up as 'mission accomplished'.
Warm seas, my friends. Swim free.
Re: 'BOREALIS RISING' - A Subnautica Story V2.0.
Hey @Bugzapper out of curiosity, would you ever considered posting your stories on any of the traditional fanfiction sites? The forums are great, but they make it kinda hard to reread them and I wonder how many more people might find the story on ao3 or ff.net
Re: 'BOREALIS RISING' - A Subnautica Story V2.0.
That was a hell of a journey, thank you for every page.
Re: 'BOREALIS RISING' - A Subnautica Story V2.0.
@palloria : Welcome aboard! Glad to hear you're enjoying the stories.
I'll dust off both stories and re-edit them for release in .doc and .pdf format afterwards so they can be downloaded in their entirety. Pretty certain I've made a few narrative mistakes, so this is a good opportunity to fix them.
Once again, thanks for reading!
Cheers, and stay safe!
I read the first story years ago, but never really got notifications regarding the second until recently. Can't wait for the.pdf releases so I can read and reread, loved your stories! Hope I get the notification when you've done them.
Many thanks, ?
Re: 'BOREALIS RISING' - A Subnautica Story V2.0.
The bald truth of it is, humanity has never respected its homeworld.
We're talking about a species that was able to befoul its own environment to within a hair's-breadth of the point of no return. The all-conquering ascendant ape that hurled thousands of species into the abyss of extinction, often for the flimsiest of excuses. Even the mightiest of Terra's life-forms were swept aside in the name of what was laughingly called 'Progress', their real and actual existence pushed into the realm of myth and legend simply for the sake of lamp oil, cosmetics and carved curiosities to amuse the 'civilized' masses.
Speaking of whales, I recently found out that Manannán has its own version. IANTO calls them 'glow whales'. They're a fairly close analogue of a Terran baleen whale, although they have diverged from the basic pattern with a pair of glowing, swept-back dorsal tendrils. Luminous pigmentation is also present as a delicate tracery of body markings and in nodes at the tips of their pectoral fins. Added bonus: They're completely harmless, which is a rarity among Manannán's leviathan-class creatures. IANTO has officially catalogued this species as 'Balaena borealis'. As is my prerogative, I appended the relevant log entry to suitably acknowledge his discovery. Their official common name is now 'IANTO's Rorqual'. We'll have to address rebuilding Terra's polar biodiversity at some point, and I can think of no better reason for a return visit to Manannán, once we've properly settled in.
Let there be whales once more.
The oceans of Terra were never supposed to be entirely safe. Over the course of millennia, humanity has tried to bend the sea to its will. Naturally, we have failed miserably in every attempt. In frustration, we turned the oceans into our battlefields, rubbish dumps and sewers. And now the oceans are dying. If the oceans die, Terra dies. Fifty years at most is the best estimate for humanity's survival. No oceanic life means little or no food at all for a goodly chunk of the population. No oceanic life means there's nothing photosynthesizing sunlight and CO2 into breathable oxygen. That's not even taking drastically altered maritime climate patterns into account, either. Suffice it to say, floating masses of stinking garbage, ancient oil slicks and dead fish won't contribute much to global rainfall. You might as well kiss those fluffy white clouds goodbye.
Well, I've spoken my piece. Your planet's getting a second chance, whether you like it or not.
Incidentally, Héloise went into labour about an hour ago. Yes, I'm as nervous as hell. Thanks for asking.
It looks like young Isabeau's place of birth will be an anonymous set of galactic coordinates, roughly two days out from the Gamma Crucis phase gate. That should make life a mite more interesting for the bureaucrats back on Terra. If sorely pressed for further information, we can nail down the precise location to about one AU, more or less. Not that this piddling detail really matters, since all births in transit are automatically classified as 'spaceborn'. Fortunately, there's no social stigma attached to this status... Unless you happen to be a Belter.
We aim to change that as well. Dirtside folks will be taking Belters rather more seriously in future.
Most of the Belters aboard Borealis are uncertain about their final port of harbour. Only a handful have thrown in their lot with us, and the rest are still deciding where they want to be dropped off around The Belt. It appears that the final leg of our journey will become a school bus run, dropping off our wayward charges on a dozen airless rocks. I'm a wee bit disappointed by their decision, but these second and third-generation Belters have maintained strong cultural ties with their ancestral homes, sight unseen. Believe me, I can relate well to their stubborn mindset. As someone whose notion of 'home' spans three worlds, this is never a decision to be taken lightly.
Rather than sitting in The Big Chair for the entire duration of the voyage, I've taken to walking the deck on a daily basis. Apart from gaining a better 'feel' for the ship than full-interface telemetry can provide, this harmless indulgence of mine also provides ample opportunities to interact with the ship's company. To be honest, this is my way of holding the jitters of incipient fatherhood at bay, although I have allowed myself a mild delusion that our passengers 'need' to see The Captain occasionally, air what few small grievances they have and well... Just generally pass the time of day.
Face it, Selkirk. You're afraid of letting the Belters go.
No, it's far more complicated than that... Ah, there we have it. The real meat of the problem.
There is nothing left to conquer.
All that remains to you are purely mundane concerns.
No insurmountable challenges. No implacable foes. Your grand plan for Terra's oceans is little more than an overblown janitorial chore.
Selkirk's Grand Adventure is finally over.
Not quite.
There are five extremely special embryos being held in stasis aboard Borealis. A Sea Emperor and four fire-breathing consorts, to be endowed with total dominion over Terra's reborn oceans. We'll be serving as oceanic rangers, slipping undetected through a network of camouflaged Precursor warp-gates to 'gently' remind Homo sapiens that their oceans have been given a second chance and they'd best not piss that chance up against the wall, particularly if they know what's good for them.
With the unanimous blessing of the Terran Confederation, I might add. We have global jurisdiction.
It's official.
The near-instantaneous arrival of five or more Medusa-class patrol subs will make an awfully convincing deterrent. Right now, they're still on the drawing-board. Suffice it to say, every lesson that has been learned during our protracted stay on Manannán has been poured into their design.
Fair warning: Some of Manannán's creatures can be extremely aggressive, and we'll do our level best to keep a close eye on all of the most dangerous specimens. They'll all be tagged at birth and tracked constantly to minimize any real or perceived threats to human activity in the oceans. You have my word on that. We can safely herd these creatures away in all but the most extreme situations, although we've found that most of these beasties generally prefer to be left alone.
We're about to start a daunting clean-up job, and I conjure we won't be too impressed if anyone starts mucking it all up again. Let me be perfectly clear on this point: Corrective measures will be taken. If Manannán's transplanted marine life doesn't take care of any unwelcome encroachment upon their living spaces, we will surely answer with a measured and appropriate response. Still fancy trying your hand at big-game fishing, maybe even bag one of those large alien exotics?
They're only weird-looking fish, right? Go for it. You'll have the time of your life. All sixty seconds of it.
Oh aye... There will be Reapers.
We're talking about a species that was able to befoul its own environment to within a hair's-breadth of the point of no return. The all-conquering ascendant ape that hurled thousands of species into the abyss of extinction, often for the flimsiest of excuses. Even the mightiest of Terra's life-forms were swept aside in the name of what was laughingly called 'Progress', their real and actual existence pushed into the realm of myth and legend simply for the sake of lamp oil, cosmetics and carved curiosities to amuse the 'civilized' masses.
Speaking of whales, I recently found out that Manannán has its own version. IANTO calls them 'glow whales'. They're a fairly close analogue of a Terran baleen whale, although they have diverged from the basic pattern with a pair of glowing, swept-back dorsal tendrils. Luminous pigmentation is also present as a delicate tracery of body markings and in nodes at the tips of their pectoral fins. Added bonus: They're completely harmless, which is a rarity among Manannán's leviathan-class creatures. IANTO has officially catalogued this species as 'Balaena borealis'. As is my prerogative, I appended the relevant log entry to suitably acknowledge his discovery. Their official common name is now 'IANTO's Rorqual'. We'll have to address rebuilding Terra's polar biodiversity at some point, and I can think of no better reason for a return visit to Manannán, once we've properly settled in.
Let there be whales once more.
The oceans of Terra were never supposed to be entirely safe. Over the course of millennia, humanity has tried to bend the sea to its will. Naturally, we have failed miserably in every attempt. In frustration, we turned the oceans into our battlefields, rubbish dumps and sewers. And now the oceans are dying. If the oceans die, Terra dies. Fifty years at most is the best estimate for humanity's survival. No oceanic life means little or no food at all for a goodly chunk of the population. No oceanic life means there's nothing photosynthesizing sunlight and CO2 into breathable oxygen. That's not even taking drastically altered maritime climate patterns into account, either. Suffice it to say, floating masses of stinking garbage, ancient oil slicks and dead fish won't contribute much to global rainfall. You might as well kiss those fluffy white clouds goodbye.
Well, I've spoken my piece. Your planet's getting a second chance, whether you like it or not.
Incidentally, Héloise went into labour about an hour ago. Yes, I'm as nervous as hell. Thanks for asking.
It looks like young Isabeau's place of birth will be an anonymous set of galactic coordinates, roughly two days out from the Gamma Crucis phase gate. That should make life a mite more interesting for the bureaucrats back on Terra. If sorely pressed for further information, we can nail down the precise location to about one AU, more or less. Not that this piddling detail really matters, since all births in transit are automatically classified as 'spaceborn'. Fortunately, there's no social stigma attached to this status... Unless you happen to be a Belter.
We aim to change that as well. Dirtside folks will be taking Belters rather more seriously in future.
Most of the Belters aboard Borealis are uncertain about their final port of harbour. Only a handful have thrown in their lot with us, and the rest are still deciding where they want to be dropped off around The Belt. It appears that the final leg of our journey will become a school bus run, dropping off our wayward charges on a dozen airless rocks. I'm a wee bit disappointed by their decision, but these second and third-generation Belters have maintained strong cultural ties with their ancestral homes, sight unseen. Believe me, I can relate well to their stubborn mindset. As someone whose notion of 'home' spans three worlds, this is never a decision to be taken lightly.
Rather than sitting in The Big Chair for the entire duration of the voyage, I've taken to walking the deck on a daily basis. Apart from gaining a better 'feel' for the ship than full-interface telemetry can provide, this harmless indulgence of mine also provides ample opportunities to interact with the ship's company. To be honest, this is my way of holding the jitters of incipient fatherhood at bay, although I have allowed myself a mild delusion that our passengers 'need' to see The Captain occasionally, air what few small grievances they have and well... Just generally pass the time of day.
Face it, Selkirk. You're afraid of letting the Belters go.
No, it's far more complicated than that... Ah, there we have it. The real meat of the problem.
There is nothing left to conquer.
All that remains to you are purely mundane concerns.
No insurmountable challenges. No implacable foes. Your grand plan for Terra's oceans is little more than an overblown janitorial chore.
Selkirk's Grand Adventure is finally over.
Not quite.
There are five extremely special embryos being held in stasis aboard Borealis. A Sea Emperor and four fire-breathing consorts, to be endowed with total dominion over Terra's reborn oceans. We'll be serving as oceanic rangers, slipping undetected through a network of camouflaged Precursor warp-gates to 'gently' remind Homo sapiens that their oceans have been given a second chance and they'd best not piss that chance up against the wall, particularly if they know what's good for them.
With the unanimous blessing of the Terran Confederation, I might add. We have global jurisdiction.
It's official.
The near-instantaneous arrival of five or more Medusa-class patrol subs will make an awfully convincing deterrent. Right now, they're still on the drawing-board. Suffice it to say, every lesson that has been learned during our protracted stay on Manannán has been poured into their design.
Fair warning: Some of Manannán's creatures can be extremely aggressive, and we'll do our level best to keep a close eye on all of the most dangerous specimens. They'll all be tagged at birth and tracked constantly to minimize any real or perceived threats to human activity in the oceans. You have my word on that. We can safely herd these creatures away in all but the most extreme situations, although we've found that most of these beasties generally prefer to be left alone.
We're about to start a daunting clean-up job, and I conjure we won't be too impressed if anyone starts mucking it all up again. Let me be perfectly clear on this point: Corrective measures will be taken. If Manannán's transplanted marine life doesn't take care of any unwelcome encroachment upon their living spaces, we will surely answer with a measured and appropriate response. Still fancy trying your hand at big-game fishing, maybe even bag one of those large alien exotics?
They're only weird-looking fish, right? Go for it. You'll have the time of your life. All sixty seconds of it.
Oh aye... There will be Reapers.
Lego Subnautica
I recreated the subnautica below zero leviathan ice worm in lego. this lego set contains a robin minifigure, a display stand and the leviathan. the set contains 2212 pieces without the stand. if you want it to someday become a real lego, you can click on the following link, which will take you to my lego ideas page. https://ideas.lego.com/profile/GameCube078/entries?query=&sort=top
Re: UNABLE TO DELETE PREVIOUS GAMES AND STAR A NEW ONE (STEAM) SUBNAUTICA BELOW ZERO
Sorry "download cache memory" doesn't exit.. it is the menu Steam>Parameters>Download>Delete cache
