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You should add blocky terrain like Minecraft, because a lot of people build buildings without land voxle. Also, it would save NQ server monkey. You guys have got to get it together and learn from your competitor, starbase. make cities more of them, and NPC made. ,make them empty so players can go in and make it theirs. NQ, you have to face the realty of the situation. Not enough players to make market work. Make more market, procedureally generated, with npc. the more players that use it, the less npc there is. Please do not add voxle corner editor. Make the game use the normal voxle tools so it adds challenge and makes buildings more special. It add new progression, called, "Voxlemancy" Let us make our own skyborgs! Skyborgs like space, nebula, white or etcetera It may sound like joke, but it good for games future (i am studying game designing, by the way) Rehire NQ-Entropy, fire NQ-Sesch make npc ships, make then fight like pew pew BAM, make it really deadily too so people have to go away, make it hard to find new market. when finding new procedure space market, far away, make it more cheaper items, so player have to fight through to it. add food, hunger, stanima, sprint and double super sprint, players go fast = less players going slow, fast = good and more play faster, good = money. NQ likes money, no? remove quantas, please make it gold ingot, so people can steal item Question myself below please
A dull thud means that I have hit the ground. Explosives blast off the heavy metal doors that protected me from everything that a drop pod dropped from 10,000 metres screeching towards the ground at 1000 m/s experience. My visor immediately feeds me information, Tactical displays screech warning in bold angry red. Just outside of the doorway a huge shape looms from the burning sky. This battle is not just a ground conflict, giant gunships kilometres long fie salvo after salvo make my sound dampeners whirr with effort. Pulling myself together I take a step out of the pod. As I step out of the shield protecting me from the outside world a sniper’s bullet hits me in the chest. The impact alone throws me to the ground. Instinctively I clutch my chest and gasp for air. As my fingers brush my chest the blood, I expect to be there is nowhere to be seen. Sighing I remember everything they told me in the briefing. Me and my squad are testing a new type of armour, one of the many prototypes that are pumped out daily by the war machine that is the Solar empire. The only reason I am alive to write this is because of that armour. With something akin to grim determination, in one fluid movement, I raise my gun and lock on to the place where my scanners detected the infra-red camouflaged muzzle flash. The reassuring sound of the armour’s automated voice drone, ‘Casualty’ it whispers in my ear. Behind the black visor I smile. First blood, I think. Around me small hills rise and fall. My squads drop pods stick out like a sore thumb across the bare dry ground. It’s helpful when the outside metal is 4000oc and blinding white. A battleground lays before me nothings like the sims. Bodies are everywhere, my filters on my suit shut before I get more than a whiff of the sickly aroma. The mammoth ruins of a Federal Flag ship lay before me, ants seem to be crawling around the feet of this gargantuan. Zooming in I can see that these are actually tanks. The sheer scale of this battle dawns on me. A notification tells me that HQ have sent me my message coordinates. Pulling them up I can see that the location is in the heart of the ship. We are required to obtain the blueprints of a new device only known as project ‘Stargate’. These are located in the central processing units of the ship. Activating my jump-pack I leap into the air, this was always my favourite part of training. I raise my visor enjoying the feel of rushing air against my face. Suddenly, tears race from my eyes. Being here doing this. It brings back memories of a happier time. Being torn from her was the worst part. Apparently, she took her life later that day. So, in a way the Arkship was both a curse and a blessing. I’m sure the people around me feel the same. How did we let this happen? How could we do this to ourselves? Pulling myself back to reality I carry on my dark task. Life has twisted me beyond recognition. Letting me kill other humans. Well let’s be honest. We seem pretty good at that. Hey guys! I myself am not an alpha backer but I hope to write a series of short stories going over life all over DU Please write in the comments if you want me to continue the story of this guy into a series. If not expect another story soon! Thanks, Wilburkit (If I Made mistakes or say something wrong please help me edit. And give me feedback about what u thought. I really want to improve so give feedback or comment to ask for a new theme (idea) Thanks!!!!)