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  1. Welcome to Dual Universe!

    Here are a few reminders:
    -BOO is the best.

    -Do not necropost.

    -A NDA is still in effect, so make sure to report anyone who talks about "Terran Union", "time for another crusade", and "this is just an EVE clone".

    -M̷͎͔̆ą̶̦̀͠k̷̩̏e̶͒̀͜ ̶͖̈́s̴̞͇̎u̶̧̮͑̕r̶͋ͅȩ̵͔̽̐ ̶̣̓t̸̡̠͑o̶͙͊̍ ̸̦̾͠m̴̰͈̓ã̶̳k̷͙͈͆̉ë̵͎̲͝ ̴̞̘͛̓y̷̲̠̆o̵̤̜̊u̴̥̒r̸̠͕͑͊ ̶̞͐d̷̦̚a̷̒͜͠i̷̲͕̕l̴̜̓͘y̴̙̹̎ ̷̰͋͝s̶̼͕̿ä̵͇̗́̍ċ̸̡ř̶̮͜ḭ̴͉͐f̵͚͐̆i̷͚̋c̸͇̐̊e̶̺̙͆̍ṡ̶̱̱ ̷͔̥̒͌t̷̼͚̕o̴̢̝͂͗ ̴͍̬̀̍C̷̱̭͊t̵̫̑ḫ̷̀ū̵̲̍l̴͍͇͝h̷̛͇̕ǘ̸̥.̴͔̈̈

    If you follow these reminders, you should be good!

  2. 1 hour ago, Ever_green said:

     

     

    situation one: people need mass transport, especially to large city's. Single person travel will be expensive and lengthy due to the fuel costs, not to mention if someone gets lost or their ships breaks down. The New Horizon does this on a large scale to minimize the costs for the average player.

     

     

     

    situation two: Running out of fuel isn't an issue, We will stock up before every voyage and make sure nothing happens. We aren't stupid and will plan ahead before every voyage.

     

     

    situation three: Raiding is certainly something to consider, why do you think I'm recruiting security teams and escort ships? I wouldn't do this blindly and its going to take place far after launch. 

     

    Besides people that can't dream never achieve anything, wait til after launch  and you might see The New Horizon  doing great things. If you wish to bring this further I invite you to the discord.

    Everyone says "that won't happen."

    Let's state some facts:

    A lot of ships are too heavy to move and run out of fuel too quickly.

    A lot of people are already doing this.

    A lot of orgs will not use your services because why should we trust you?

    A lot of people will raid your ship just for fun. A lot more join that group when you have profit in the mix.

    Your "org" simply cannot start. Elon Musk, for example, sold something valuable and managed to kickstart his stuff. You can't sell anything without buying several hundred DACs.

     

    Also, no. I don't join random Discords to boost numbers. A forum should state opinions and facts, not fantasies.

  3. Did you know:

    Almost nobody is going to use transportation systems.

    That's like playing Call of Booty with a knife.

     

    Also, logistics. How are you going to transfer this much stuff without, y'know, losing everything.

    You are a giant target begging to be shot up by somebody from BOO or something.

    Here's a few quick scenarios that could probably happen.

    Situation 1: Nobody buys your services.

    ["Hey, it's... pretty lonely," xxx_DRAGONSLAYER_xxx softly whispers."]

    Situation 2: You run out of fuel.

    ["Hey, uh... we got a major problem." xxx_DRAGONSLAYER_xxx yells over the Discord comms with a thousand other people.

    "What?" The captain, Lettuce420 says.

    "WE GOT A MAJOR PROBLEM." He screams with a thousand other people talking about mundane subjects, as your ship slowly veers into the gravity of a small moon.]

    Situation 3: You get raided.

    [You hear several large thunks, as a group of BOOians entire the doorway and steal all your loot. They don't even... like... pillage as your security team starts ejecting. They talk something about "making the biggest sculpture in the universe" and "poor fools forgot the have weapons." They decide to take your reactor and they warp away, leaving you with a few bread crumbs.]

     

    As you can see, this happens to any large service. A fleet of smaller ships is much better as it prevents... almost every single one of these problems from happening.

     

  4. 2 hours ago, Mucus said:

    Thanks for the reply . The technical aspects of course need to be taken care of but ideas generation is a first step in moving forward. https://trello.com/c/9sRuOo8Y  .  "community sabotaging"  sounds like emergent gameplay to me.

    But one must note the difference between making the game more competitive and making certain parts of the game less accessible.

    Destroying vital rare materials (unless you give the nanoviral weapons their own inventory, which then this problem is solved) could be a problem, very similar to just "yeeting that shit out to space."

  5. Please remember to consider some other aspects:

    -It'd probably be hard to implement because of how most voxel systems are done.

    -It'd also might just delete voxels, in a finite universe. You can see how problems arise with community sabotaging with removing vital materials from the game (like Unobtainium, where there is only a hundred thousand voxels in existence).

     

  6. Welcome to Hell!

    You may be wondering the following things:

    "There's an afterlife, and I'm in Hell?"

    "WHAT THE FUCK I'M CHRISTIAN!"

    "Huh. It's an upgrade from Florida."

    You're actually in Heaven. We needed to rebrand after somebody (Hallow's Eve, anybody?) decided to keep it Halloween for a bit too long (about 17 million years, give or take) and the people here were so accustomed that we decided to become Hell.

    We still got the all the stuff as "old boring Heaven", except Halloween themed.

    By the way, there is no Hell. That'd be a Class-A asshole move.

     

    Archangel Versai, at your service. Within reason.

     

  7. Are you guys trading good-boy points again?

    I swear to god, good-boy points can only be given out, transferred, and traded in with me. That's called capitalism.

    Too bad you guys don't find out the God-Good-Boi (ran by me, of course) kiosk takes a 100% deduction.

    So y'all ain't getting your chicken tendies.

     

    -Hugs and Kisses,

    Your Mother Figure.

  8. 45 minutes ago, Warden said:

    Token OwOkin expert, you may also comment at once!

    So I was thinking "What is Project Tortuga?"

    Obviously, a safehaven for criminals.

    Let me introduce everyone to something called guerrilla marketing and associative marketing.

    A hidden criminal empire that the only data you can pry is a few numbers. Make everything public and Tortuga loses the appeal. What you do is let a few reap the benefits, and let the rest follow in. This is guerrilla marketing- you put in little effort to advertise, and word gets out on street that you sell the good shit.

    Now, associative marketing. This isn't a widely-accepted term because there are synonymous ways to address this. Basically, you associate a main idea upon your brand.

    Let's think of McDonalds. You think of an arched yellow 'M', you think McDonalds.

    Sassy twitter? Wendys.

    Fast food with Christian values? Chick-fil-a (which banks on hyper-religious people).

     

    Let's put those together. For minimal effort and plenty of profit, you have an iconic symbol and nothing more.

    Nothing. At. All.

    You still have the org running, but the public face of it is blank. People underestimate. Those same people don't benefit.

    Together isn't better.

    Better is together.

  9. On 10/21/2018 at 6:25 AM, Greenfox said:

    It's best not to feed Kuritho too much.

    OH BOY DO I HAVE A STORY!

    Advanced Shitpost Alert:

    Spoiler

     

    Okay, I'm playing League of Legends, and I had to carry some sorry asses.

    Starring, on my team:

    Zed, who's always dead.

    Jax, who's... just Jax.

    Teemo, the Walking Ward.

    Vel'koz, my only teammate who actually did shit.

    And Caitlyn (me), carrying my teammates through a giant pile of shit.

    Also starring on the enemy team:

    Rakan, who I think I'm in love with. I mean, seriously. He is totally date-material.

    Lee Sin, the person who flirted with me all chat. We're friends now xoxo.

    Veigar, my team compacted into a single person of unwavering undestruction and uselessness. Basically a placebo.

    Ahri, the Fox-Girl. That's all I'm saying you thirsty peeps.

    And VAYNE, the vayne of my existance.

    Our team had 46 total kills- I got 21. I had 72% kill participation.

    I had to stop the enemy team. *queues anime music*

    ---

    "Vel'koz, brother." I said aloud, brandishing my Hextech rifle my parents gave me. A marvel of engineering, and a miracle of magic.

    "Yes, Caitlyn?" He replies, making clapping sounds with his many "hands."

    "We must decimate these fools from the faces of Runeterra. They have once again dedicated to disobey the Order of the OwOkin. Purging is the only option for these heretics."

    "I'm from the fucking Void. We literally eat people and you're over here talking about the sacred OwOkin Crusades, which never happened. Take your meds." Vel'koz replied, as he (it?) slapped one of his tentacles across my face.

    I sigh, before trying to shoot Vayne for walking up to take the minion's golden life essence. I chose this body because of what it can, and cannot do. Every time you're near me, you have a skull and a crosshair on your body.

    Jax indicates that he is going to gank, terminology for "assisting [laners] to give them kills." The finest warrior in Runeterra, a Grandmaster. He uses a lamp post because the International Combat Affairs gave him a handicap for being too good.

    He spins it up and strikes down Rakan, and Rakan is dumbstruck of being hit by a person with a mysterious yet intriguing bluish-purple cloak and the lamp post connecting with his all-so-beautiful face.

    We managed to get him both players, Vayne and Rakan, down to half health. They have to back off lest they must die for nothing.

    Yet here we are, dying... for fun? It's almost as if an outside observer is influencing our actions.

    A few minutes layer, with my Hextech rifle being partially upgraded, I take a good shot at Vayne.

    It hits, obviously. I never miss unless I want to.

    She screams in pain and hides behind her watch tower, while Rakan is still outside of the tower's protection.

    A swift strike sends justice towards his way.

     

    Then, he came along. The person who ended it all.

    Lee Sin. He is the reason we lost this game. A blind man, like Daredevil, with twitch-like reflexes. He is my demise, the reason I failed my team.

    Did I? Or was it might team's fault for not taking advantage?

    He hid in a bush, executed us.

    He hid in a bush, executed us again.

    And he did this once again, before he left us peace.

    A rage building within that can only be answered with blood, tears, and more blood.

    This is when I stop dicking around and start the carrying.

    I take their tower to a slither of health, shaking at what little foundation stands.

    I go mid to assist Zed, whom is always dead. Ahri, the Fox-Girl. The person who kills people to live, literally. She lives upon life essence, something that all of us have. Abandoned as a child with foxes to protect her, she was intertwined with magic. She then killed her first human, and felt what it was like to live. She kills humans again and again to experience humanity.

    At what cost? Her humanity. Ironic.

    I slay the abomination in the name of OwOkin.

    And again.

    And again.

    And again.

    I destroy this tower with my rifle, taking countless shots. It falls, and this makes our pyrrhic victory.

    We penetrate deep and deep, yet my team never defended me.

    I am a glass cannon; my sole purpose is to destroy. I am the living weapon created by the OwOkin, yet my team denies me.

    And that's how we lost. Please do not play League of Salt if you just feed.

     

    You can carry the weight of the world, but you can't carry what you don't want to.

    Lee Sin, if you're out there, hmu. We need to talk about your... methods.

    Update: I think I might be in a fake relationship with Lee Sin.

    He calls me babygirl. I like it. Everyone shall refer to me as "babygirl" now.

     

  10. "Grandson, you know how the world runs?" James said in a gruff voice, taking a huff a cigar made from local baskaweed.

    A child, no older than 4, looks up at his grandfather, and nods no.

    "The world runs on 3 things: oil, money, and drugs. Now, we built our empire when we first landed upon this great planet, and we took this planet's graceful resources to help humanity. Them police forces are trying to shut us down for illegal minin', I just make some threats!" James spoke and chuckled at that last remark, and the child listened intently while his neural processor tries and process that information. The processor found the joke and rated the humor as "below sub-par."

    "But papa, where's my coa-cwoa sippy cup?" The child says, as he looks into his rather empty cup that he drank in 3 gulps.

    James sighs and mutters something about "those damn millennials."

     

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