Guy asks for a ℞.—Doc says: “Dude, it ain’t writer’s block; It’s traveller's overwhelm!”
Diagnosis reads: “Gameplay, paintings, poems, music, spoilers, majestically bazaar, simplistic, probabilistic, soothing/sublime, adorably monstrous, dangerously cute, joint exploration, solo contemplation, popular, should be popular, probably a good reason not to be popular, that time when the game glitched and ProcGen melted before you as you watched your 16 cohorts be catapulted into dual singularity, Mother Atlas and her Sentinel Minions, ok I made all that up myself , just simple stuff and whatever…”—Dr. Crim | ℞ reads: “Creative Sub-Category”
My new settlement. The last one … didn’t go so well, what with the acid spewing volcanoes and the rain storms. Finding a black hole nearby I noped the hell out of there.
9.30 at night. The sun is thinking about setting. The plants seemed fooled enough to put on a night time display. The detail in the distant mountains is phenomanal.
It’s a lovely village, 20 hour days, no storms, slightly noxious but warm air. My office here to the left, and to the right is the “big house” where everyone lazes around smoking and grunting. Grah! Hardly a cloud in the sky and … what the hell is that?
@unique
Those Gravatino Host plants (that pop up when you go near them) are quite rare.
Since NEXT I’ve only ever encountered them on extreme fungal worlds & I’ve not seen one for a long time now.
I opened up my Permadeath Save to discover my rare, sentinel-free, lush planet has become infested with void-fungus stuff and all my giant warehousing for my exocraft had vanished.
I guess I was in cryostasis for a bit too long.
, just simple stuff and whatever…”—Dr. Crim | ℞ reads: “Creative Sub-Category”
