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Re: Funny Subnautica pictures and memes
Casualy watching rick and morty when suddenly
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Re: bumbs
FalsonePlays wrote: »
Nice meme.
Julian would be proud of his legacy. May his name be inscribed in the night sky's millions of stars, and may his tales rest easy on page 34 of General Discussion.
Re: Should the player die by the infection
There are gonna be a decent amount of players who may want to ignore the story, this would just force them into it something that UWE seems to not want to do. Now maybe as a extra setting in hardcore to make it even more difficult but unless they add in a completely seperate mode for it, it shouldn't be forced in any mode.
Re: The Lava War Thread
Casualties IRL from the lava war
Everyones sanity.
A broken foot.
Migraines.
Two fourm users going MIA.
Julian (we talked to him on our private message board but he went MIA)
Several days worth of free time.
Skope and Pater's dignity (you don't want to know)
My tamigotchi
Several woodland creatures (blame the "father of fire" over there)
And more importantly the death of the koosh zone, blaze on.
Everyones sanity.
A broken foot.
Migraines.
Two fourm users going MIA.
Julian (we talked to him on our private message board but he went MIA)
Several days worth of free time.
Skope and Pater's dignity (you don't want to know)
Several woodland creatures (blame the "father of fire" over there)
And more importantly the death of the koosh zone, blaze on.
Update 317 Live on Steam! - Natural Selection 2
Update 317 Live on Steam! - Natural Selection 2
Skulks, Specs and Whips OH MY! Update 317 is now available to the public and there is plenty to sink your teeth into. First off, we’ve added a new training...
Re: In-base fabrication should draw on lockers and storage
If the game does everything for you...
Is it still a game... ? ... or is it your Mother?
Is it still a game... ? ... or is it your Mother?
Re: "Dawning": A Subnautica Story
Paul Torgal
Today was my last day of work for a long time, so I needed it to count. So I did. 26 hours of work to be precise. I've bought out the preexisting mine shafts, outbid companies and governments for ownership of the asteroid, signed all the documents that are needed to develop the equipment that will be used in the operation, hired experienced miners who know how to mine lithium with blowing up their sorry butts, and gained flight clearance to embark on the first journey to the new mine. A fairly productive day, if I do say so myself.
Tomorrow was the day we sailed for 8 months into the inky darkness to Asteroid B0AGDD. All that planning had to go perfectly, or I can kiss the large quantities of credits that could come out of this operation goodbye. That is why I insisted that I go and inspect the mines to see if they hold the profit that was promised to me. Sadly, Brooklyn wouldn't allow it. Nor would my wife. Both of them said that embarking on such a journey would be "ridiculously idiotic and unnecessarily risky." Pah, what does risk matter when there is expansion and profit to be exploited? I continued to argue my point, but anyone that would listen wrote it off as, "a senile old man that desperately needs adventure." It's safe to say that those people no longer work here anymore.
Now all that is needed is a crew. A compromise that I agreed to. And I admit, the journey could be quite treacherous. The amount of pirates that skulk around in the outer borders of inhabited space is staggering. So many people wanting to get money so quickly. Lazy bags of wasted flesh. It makes me sick that so many souls had pledged their lives to be a severe pain in the butt for everyone within a light year radius.
Because of these pirates I would need considerable protection. Another, smaller ship filled to capacity with soldiers. At first, I wanted a team from the TSF, but they were predisposed fighting a hostile alien race. So, I would need to turn to mercenaries. While their trustworthiness is questionable, their skill and dedication to fighting was second to none.
The only problem now would be finding acceptable people to accompany my family and I. So, I browsed a database full of the people. Sadly, many of these mercenary profiles were labeled with either Recovering Criminal or Registered Sociopath. Not exactly comforting thoughts when you plan on spending 8 months in enclosed quarters with complete strangers that had a knack for murder.
After a near 3 hour search, I found an acceptable roster of men and women for a crew.
NAME: Sylas Deluca
HEIGHT: 1.72 m. (5' 8") WEIGHT: 82 Kg. (182 lbs.)
PREVIOUS OCCUPATION: Retired TSF Captain
TALENTS: Highly adept at killing various hostile lifeforms.
Most accurate marksmen in the entire West side of the Milky Way.
Makes a mean Omelet.
NAME: Kamron Leroy
HEIGHT: 1.60 m. (5' 4") WEIGHT: 61 Kg. (136 lbs.)
PREVIOUS OCCUPATION: Obraxian Pilot
TALENTS: Capable of both hand-to-hand and ship combat.
Previous experience in stealth situations.
NAME: Aerora McColl
HEIGHT: 1.85 m. (6' 1") WEIGHT: 74 Kg. (165 lbs.)
PREVIOUS OCCUPATION: Professional Terran Wrestler/ Personal Trainer
TALENTS: If an object has a bone, she can break it.
NAME: Marguerit Maida
HEIGHT: 1.72 m. (5' 8") WEIGHT: 66 Kg. (146 lbs.)
PREVIOUS OCCUPATION: TSF Soldier/Mercenary
TALENTS: Extensive knowledge on various weapons.
Biotech implants pertaining to strategy, survival, and hunting.
NAME: Gzad Leclercq Registered Sociopath
HEIGHT: 2.11 m. (6' 11") WEIGHT: 96 Kg. (212 lbs.)
PREVIOUS OCCUPATION: Geologist
TALENTS: Uncanny ability to crush rocks with his bare hands.
All-encompassing understanding of rocks and other minerals.
Not the most morally impressive group of people I've ever seen. But trust me, they're not the worst I've ever seen.
With my wife and son, our crew will be complete.
Profit is just around the corner. I can practically smell it.
Today was my last day of work for a long time, so I needed it to count. So I did. 26 hours of work to be precise. I've bought out the preexisting mine shafts, outbid companies and governments for ownership of the asteroid, signed all the documents that are needed to develop the equipment that will be used in the operation, hired experienced miners who know how to mine lithium with blowing up their sorry butts, and gained flight clearance to embark on the first journey to the new mine. A fairly productive day, if I do say so myself.
Tomorrow was the day we sailed for 8 months into the inky darkness to Asteroid B0AGDD. All that planning had to go perfectly, or I can kiss the large quantities of credits that could come out of this operation goodbye. That is why I insisted that I go and inspect the mines to see if they hold the profit that was promised to me. Sadly, Brooklyn wouldn't allow it. Nor would my wife. Both of them said that embarking on such a journey would be "ridiculously idiotic and unnecessarily risky." Pah, what does risk matter when there is expansion and profit to be exploited? I continued to argue my point, but anyone that would listen wrote it off as, "a senile old man that desperately needs adventure." It's safe to say that those people no longer work here anymore.
Now all that is needed is a crew. A compromise that I agreed to. And I admit, the journey could be quite treacherous. The amount of pirates that skulk around in the outer borders of inhabited space is staggering. So many people wanting to get money so quickly. Lazy bags of wasted flesh. It makes me sick that so many souls had pledged their lives to be a severe pain in the butt for everyone within a light year radius.
Because of these pirates I would need considerable protection. Another, smaller ship filled to capacity with soldiers. At first, I wanted a team from the TSF, but they were predisposed fighting a hostile alien race. So, I would need to turn to mercenaries. While their trustworthiness is questionable, their skill and dedication to fighting was second to none.
The only problem now would be finding acceptable people to accompany my family and I. So, I browsed a database full of the people. Sadly, many of these mercenary profiles were labeled with either Recovering Criminal or Registered Sociopath. Not exactly comforting thoughts when you plan on spending 8 months in enclosed quarters with complete strangers that had a knack for murder.
After a near 3 hour search, I found an acceptable roster of men and women for a crew.
NAME: Sylas Deluca
HEIGHT: 1.72 m. (5' 8") WEIGHT: 82 Kg. (182 lbs.)
PREVIOUS OCCUPATION: Retired TSF Captain
TALENTS: Highly adept at killing various hostile lifeforms.
Most accurate marksmen in the entire West side of the Milky Way.
Makes a mean Omelet.
NAME: Kamron Leroy
HEIGHT: 1.60 m. (5' 4") WEIGHT: 61 Kg. (136 lbs.)
PREVIOUS OCCUPATION: Obraxian Pilot
TALENTS: Capable of both hand-to-hand and ship combat.
Previous experience in stealth situations.
NAME: Aerora McColl
HEIGHT: 1.85 m. (6' 1") WEIGHT: 74 Kg. (165 lbs.)
PREVIOUS OCCUPATION: Professional Terran Wrestler/ Personal Trainer
TALENTS: If an object has a bone, she can break it.
NAME: Marguerit Maida
HEIGHT: 1.72 m. (5' 8") WEIGHT: 66 Kg. (146 lbs.)
PREVIOUS OCCUPATION: TSF Soldier/Mercenary
TALENTS: Extensive knowledge on various weapons.
Biotech implants pertaining to strategy, survival, and hunting.
NAME: Gzad Leclercq Registered Sociopath
HEIGHT: 2.11 m. (6' 11") WEIGHT: 96 Kg. (212 lbs.)
PREVIOUS OCCUPATION: Geologist
TALENTS: Uncanny ability to crush rocks with his bare hands.
All-encompassing understanding of rocks and other minerals.
Not the most morally impressive group of people I've ever seen. But trust me, they're not the worst I've ever seen.
With my wife and son, our crew will be complete.
Profit is just around the corner. I can practically smell it.
Re: "Dawning": A Subnautica Story
Paul Torgal
"Captain's log, Entry 12." I spoke into the PDA.
"We have been in space four months as of today. We've come over the hump of our travels. Morale is still high, and the impending uprising I thought that would already happen hasn't yet, so good news indeed. However, the mercenary has been, jumpy. Her muscles must beg for a fight. Note to self, don't sneak up on her. I really thought that we had lost our only engineer that way. However, she hasn't murdered anyone either, so no harm, no foul. Sailing has been smooth so far. No pirates to be seen. The mercenary ship, they aptly named Blitz, has had little work in the way of danger, aside from some angry starwhals that got too curious of the Degasi. We're still wiping that mess off the windshield. We have no more tha-"
"Oh for love, would you put that stupid pad down. Your on it every time I see you." My wife exclaimed.
"Hannah, I need to do this. It is literally required to record all operations so they can be stored in the database to analyze the cost-benefits of this year. You know this." I said annoyed.
"But every time I'm within a 5 meter radius of you? It just seems like you do it whenever I see you, as if you're trying to ignore my existence!" Hannah said, louder.
"Maybe I am! If you hadn't noticed, I'm trying to fly 3-ton behemoth at almost 150,000 kilometers a second! That takes quite a bit of concentration!"
"Oh, stop spouting that nonsense, I can see the autopilot on right now. This thing is flying itself!"
"Well at least the Degasi has the decency to not complain every 30 minutes!"
At this remark, Hannah growled, threw her hands up in the air, and stormed out of the room.
I sighed, reveling in my re-obtained quiet. Why couldn't she see that this job keeps me busy beyond the capacity for conversation? It is such a simple topic to understand, yet she still denies the work I do.
Hannah Bat-Erdene Altantsetseg Torgal. A beautiful woman that one, but terribly stubborn. Stubbornness to almost insufferable levels. She had light brown hair, having almost a golden tint. But it obviously had been dyed, no one at her age can still have hair, let alone luscious, golden-brown locks. She also had deep, chocolate-flavored eyes. Though they had faded over time, into a different, unsavory, shade. She was fairly short, and liked to deny that fact. Living proof that Little Man Syndrome doesn't discriminate against gender.
There was once a time that I could say that I loved her, but those times are gone. I've fixed the mistake of letting my heart open that wretched emotion. Never again will I make the same mistake.
We had fought for the past 3 decades, and the bickering seemed to be endless. But I've refused to divorce her. I've seen the alimony averages, there's no way I'd ever pay that ridiculous amount of credits!
Once she left, I returned the steering panel. I looked as the computer calculated complex variables, adjusted it's angle, checked destination coordinates, aggregated the radar data streamed to it every second, and adjusted it's angle again. All within a fraction of a second. The technology on the Degasi was quite astounding. Did it really need me to pilot it? It seems more than capable. Was Hannah...
...no. That's not it. I'm just tired. I just need to focus on something.
I left the Main Bridge and headed to the Scanner Room, a complex dome that took everything within 50 AU and collected it's genetic makeup via various radiowaves to create a detailed map of our surrounding space. This room would be the early warning system if anything got too close for our own comfort.
As I shambled in, Bart tore his eyes off his own monitor for a moment, smiled at me, then immediately turned back to whatever he was studying. I marveled at the 3D picture of the many planets and stars that dotted the picture.
"It's amazing, isn't it." Bart suddenly spoke, "How we're so small compared to everything else in our universe. We'll probably never explore everything that space has to offer. It's almost depressing to think about how many wonderful surprises that we don't even know we're missing out on. Such is life in space I guess."
I stayed silent and continued to scan through the projection. Then I saw something, a star. I smiled as I realized what I was looking at. "Computer, zoom in 3000% on this area here." I said, pointing to the star.
The image panned in until all I could see was a wire-frame White Dwarf and it's surrounding system of planets. "Alpha Hydrae 4..." I whispered to myself.
Many years ago, my father had bought this star as a gift for my mother for their anniversary. She was so happy, she insisted they drop everything to go see this star for themselves. My father said that the journey would be too far for me and my siblings. We would miss half of our entire lives with the technology we had at the time. But my father promised that once someone put up a phasegate near the it, they would be the first ones to see Alpha Hydrae 4. That promise was never fulfilled sadly, because... never mind. No point in putting myself in a dark mood with useless flashbacks.
As I reminisced, something caught my eye. Amidst the blue wireframe space-scape, I saw a small planet that was bright orange. I squinted, suspecting that my eyes were at fault. But no, that orange glow remained. "Computer," I asked, "What is wrong with that planet?"
"Sensors show that this particular area is on to above-level with Asteroid B0AGDD on mine-able lithium and other raw, Plasteel related, ingredients." The computer relayed.
On to above-level... on to above-level. That couldn't be possible. The asteroid was nearly 40% Lithium, 26% Titanium/Iron, and 34% Slag. These were already outrageous percentages, more than half of 6 Km. asteroid could be used for profit. "Computer, what is the percentage of this planet has useful, mine-able materials?" I asked.
"This planet, NotYetNamed, within searchable parameters, is detected to comprise of 31% Lithium, 46% Pure Titanium, 12% Slag, 11% Other mine-able materials. This calculation comprises only 62% of the planet. If materials are consistent with trends seen in previous calculations, this planet is estimated to contain 36% Lithium, 48% Pure Titanium, 2% Slag, 14% Other mine-able materials."
I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see. I couldn't feel. All I could do was repeat those numbers. Over and over in my head. The numbers spun around everything around me, pirouetting through the holographic projection, through the walls of the ship. Ship.
I didn't realize what was happening until I was already out of the Scanner Room, running as fast as my aching joints would allow. "84%," I thought to myself, "84% Plasteel planet."
My hands flew across the steering panel, punching in coordinate numbers, manually turning the ship to my starboard side. I felt like an advanced machine, incapable of mistake.
I didn't think, I didn't regret, I didn't second-guess, I just did.
Exactly what I've always wanted.
I put the thrust up to its highest capacity, and we flew off through space, faster than I've ever gone before. It was exhilarating. Profit the likes of which no man, woman, or child could even fathom was to be mine. All mine...
Hmmhmmhmm...
Haahaahaahaahaahaa...
"Captain's log, Entry 12." I spoke into the PDA.
"We have been in space four months as of today. We've come over the hump of our travels. Morale is still high, and the impending uprising I thought that would already happen hasn't yet, so good news indeed. However, the mercenary has been, jumpy. Her muscles must beg for a fight. Note to self, don't sneak up on her. I really thought that we had lost our only engineer that way. However, she hasn't murdered anyone either, so no harm, no foul. Sailing has been smooth so far. No pirates to be seen. The mercenary ship, they aptly named Blitz, has had little work in the way of danger, aside from some angry starwhals that got too curious of the Degasi. We're still wiping that mess off the windshield. We have no more tha-"
"Oh for love, would you put that stupid pad down. Your on it every time I see you." My wife exclaimed.
"Hannah, I need to do this. It is literally required to record all operations so they can be stored in the database to analyze the cost-benefits of this year. You know this." I said annoyed.
"But every time I'm within a 5 meter radius of you? It just seems like you do it whenever I see you, as if you're trying to ignore my existence!" Hannah said, louder.
"Maybe I am! If you hadn't noticed, I'm trying to fly 3-ton behemoth at almost 150,000 kilometers a second! That takes quite a bit of concentration!"
"Oh, stop spouting that nonsense, I can see the autopilot on right now. This thing is flying itself!"
"Well at least the Degasi has the decency to not complain every 30 minutes!"
At this remark, Hannah growled, threw her hands up in the air, and stormed out of the room.
I sighed, reveling in my re-obtained quiet. Why couldn't she see that this job keeps me busy beyond the capacity for conversation? It is such a simple topic to understand, yet she still denies the work I do.
Hannah Bat-Erdene Altantsetseg Torgal. A beautiful woman that one, but terribly stubborn. Stubbornness to almost insufferable levels. She had light brown hair, having almost a golden tint. But it obviously had been dyed, no one at her age can still have hair, let alone luscious, golden-brown locks. She also had deep, chocolate-flavored eyes. Though they had faded over time, into a different, unsavory, shade. She was fairly short, and liked to deny that fact. Living proof that Little Man Syndrome doesn't discriminate against gender.
There was once a time that I could say that I loved her, but those times are gone. I've fixed the mistake of letting my heart open that wretched emotion. Never again will I make the same mistake.
We had fought for the past 3 decades, and the bickering seemed to be endless. But I've refused to divorce her. I've seen the alimony averages, there's no way I'd ever pay that ridiculous amount of credits!
Once she left, I returned the steering panel. I looked as the computer calculated complex variables, adjusted it's angle, checked destination coordinates, aggregated the radar data streamed to it every second, and adjusted it's angle again. All within a fraction of a second. The technology on the Degasi was quite astounding. Did it really need me to pilot it? It seems more than capable. Was Hannah...
...no. That's not it. I'm just tired. I just need to focus on something.
I left the Main Bridge and headed to the Scanner Room, a complex dome that took everything within 50 AU and collected it's genetic makeup via various radiowaves to create a detailed map of our surrounding space. This room would be the early warning system if anything got too close for our own comfort.
As I shambled in, Bart tore his eyes off his own monitor for a moment, smiled at me, then immediately turned back to whatever he was studying. I marveled at the 3D picture of the many planets and stars that dotted the picture.
"It's amazing, isn't it." Bart suddenly spoke, "How we're so small compared to everything else in our universe. We'll probably never explore everything that space has to offer. It's almost depressing to think about how many wonderful surprises that we don't even know we're missing out on. Such is life in space I guess."
I stayed silent and continued to scan through the projection. Then I saw something, a star. I smiled as I realized what I was looking at. "Computer, zoom in 3000% on this area here." I said, pointing to the star.
The image panned in until all I could see was a wire-frame White Dwarf and it's surrounding system of planets. "Alpha Hydrae 4..." I whispered to myself.
Many years ago, my father had bought this star as a gift for my mother for their anniversary. She was so happy, she insisted they drop everything to go see this star for themselves. My father said that the journey would be too far for me and my siblings. We would miss half of our entire lives with the technology we had at the time. But my father promised that once someone put up a phasegate near the it, they would be the first ones to see Alpha Hydrae 4. That promise was never fulfilled sadly, because... never mind. No point in putting myself in a dark mood with useless flashbacks.
As I reminisced, something caught my eye. Amidst the blue wireframe space-scape, I saw a small planet that was bright orange. I squinted, suspecting that my eyes were at fault. But no, that orange glow remained. "Computer," I asked, "What is wrong with that planet?"
"Sensors show that this particular area is on to above-level with Asteroid B0AGDD on mine-able lithium and other raw, Plasteel related, ingredients." The computer relayed.
On to above-level... on to above-level. That couldn't be possible. The asteroid was nearly 40% Lithium, 26% Titanium/Iron, and 34% Slag. These were already outrageous percentages, more than half of 6 Km. asteroid could be used for profit. "Computer, what is the percentage of this planet has useful, mine-able materials?" I asked.
"This planet, NotYetNamed, within searchable parameters, is detected to comprise of 31% Lithium, 46% Pure Titanium, 12% Slag, 11% Other mine-able materials. This calculation comprises only 62% of the planet. If materials are consistent with trends seen in previous calculations, this planet is estimated to contain 36% Lithium, 48% Pure Titanium, 2% Slag, 14% Other mine-able materials."
I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see. I couldn't feel. All I could do was repeat those numbers. Over and over in my head. The numbers spun around everything around me, pirouetting through the holographic projection, through the walls of the ship. Ship.
I didn't realize what was happening until I was already out of the Scanner Room, running as fast as my aching joints would allow. "84%," I thought to myself, "84% Plasteel planet."
My hands flew across the steering panel, punching in coordinate numbers, manually turning the ship to my starboard side. I felt like an advanced machine, incapable of mistake.
I didn't think, I didn't regret, I didn't second-guess, I just did.
Exactly what I've always wanted.
I put the thrust up to its highest capacity, and we flew off through space, faster than I've ever gone before. It was exhilarating. Profit the likes of which no man, woman, or child could even fathom was to be mine. All mine...
Hmmhmmhmm...
Haahaahaahaahaahaa...
New Emperor Leviathan skin in experimental mode
The Sea Emperor Leviathan just got a new, higher quality texture in experimental mode. These changes affect the Adult, Juvenile, and Baby stages of the the Sea Emperor.
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Some of the changes aside from just being better quality include: darker coloration on the head and back area, lighter underside coloration, darker spots, more stripes on the mandibles, and less blue coloration around the tentacles and eyes.
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Some of the changes aside from just being better quality include: darker coloration on the head and back area, lighter underside coloration, darker spots, more stripes on the mandibles, and less blue coloration around the tentacles and eyes.
