My first death was from an altercation with Sentinels who too umbrage at my curiosity about those bumpy pin balls scattered in a clumps of 8 to 10 over the landscape:
I thought to myself.“You guys wait until I get my scatterblaster!”
Alas, the scatterblaster ain’t what it used to be:
One week later …
:sigh: Wasn’t sure if the Sentinels had taken me down faster than I could get off what I had imagined would take me the three shots to end their tyranny. But perhaps they had some help from the pretty pink balls I was standing in the middle of, whose bumps suddenly turned into long sharp spikes, similar to those of Terra’s Sea Urchins --only six feet long!.
This time, I reloaded.
Then after spending a couple of delightful days roaming on foot on a hot planet that didn’t peel the skin off my bones, even during infrequent torrential storms, I was caught in the open by a predator.
I thought, "Ahah! No prickly plants to aid you my pet! And (after photographing the beast for posterity and profit) I whipped out my scatterblaster:
When I ran back to get my stuff from my corpse, it almost got me again. I had two pixels of health left when it finally went down and I harvested its livers for future gustatory temptations. Whew.
Needless to say, I thoroughly overestimated the damage my scatterblaster could do. Time to seek out some update enhancements. Or maybe try the Blaze Javelin.
How about you? Got any good “How I Died…” stories?