Whenever I even get near the grassy plains I've got 3 sandsharks bee-lining for me for no natural reason other then "oh, we wanted to make things harder for you, so we coded enemies to be more aggressive". It was my fault.īut, a few updates ago they increased spawn rates as well as aggression. If a sandshark got upset, it was because I got too close and he was just being territorial. ie: they were only hostile when you got too close to them. But he would deal with that later.ĪN- And done with that chapter! This book is going to be really good I feel.I used to be on the "no weapons" bandwagon when the creatures seemed to act more natural. He knew that he was in a life or death sittuation. He laid down on the still kind of soft bed. He walked to the bedroom, looking at the bed in the observatory room. 'Welcome Aboard Captain.' A female voice said. He took a few lantern and MarbleMelons, putting them in the two bioreactors. He walked over to the nature room, trying not to get too distracted with how beautiful it was. Sure, the metal wasn't it's perfect usual white color, but it was still alright. It was probably because the bioreactors weren't powered. There was wreckage from the Aurora around, and his old Prawn Suit was in the water. There was the Neptune Escape rocket platform. It was a bit rusty, but still looked useable. He shook his head, using his glider to get to his base. He grinned, almost forgetting his situation. The fish, they seemed to all be luminescent. This was a thousand times more beautiful than he had pictured. He dived into the water, his eyes widening and his mouth parting. "Well… if I remember correctly his base should be in the Grassy Plateaus facing the boosters of the Aurora." He recalled, grabbing the supplies and his Seaglide as he went out of the bottom hatch with his mask on. That fall should've killed him… He took a small bottle of filtered water, taking a few sips to quench his thirst. He screamed quietly into the rag, wrapping it. He grabbed a rag, putting in his mouth as he snapped it back into place. On his shoulder was his name tag, Luca Fowler. He used the water to clean off his blood filled suit, looking over himself. He sighed, taking out the med kit and trying to get the bottom hatch open. He checked in the compartments there was some titanium, old water lockers, copper, and a med kit. "Wow." It looked exactly how he had pictured it. He grabbed the scrap metal, getting a top of the pod and working at the hatch. Luckily, even with how old the technology is the inside should still be in working condition. It was rusted shut, but he might be able to get inside with a piece of scrap metal. He tried to keep his fanboying to a minimum. Was he glad now that he had reread the book until he had it memorized.Īnd there it was. He tried not to cry in pain, swimming with his Seaglider to the Safe Shallows. He took his bag, and slowly went down his crashed ship. "Could his base or Lifepod still be here?" He wondered aloud. He was way too young to have ever met him of course, but his story was well known. He had always loved the story of Ryley Robinson. 'Wait… a planet filled with water, a huge ship in the middle, and below me is a red grassy area.' He climbed out of his ship, looking around. He hugged it tightly to his chest, grabbing a backpack and setting the materials in it. He sighed in relief, taking out a Seaglide and a stuffed animal. Some titanium, flares, nutrient blocks, and disinfected water. "S-Shit." He whispered, looking a bit mad at himself for cussing.īut honestly, he didn't much care right now. 'Wait… I'm alive? But… how?' He tried to get up, whimpering. He was covered in dry and new blood, in a slowly sinking ship. 'Let's hope that I haven't run out just yet.' All he really could do was look for some more Peepers. He shook off the sand, trying to wake himself up. But he was quite certain it was just the basically blind guy next to him bumping into either the huge ship or some sort of scattered wreckage. He also swore he had heard a loud bang last night. He wasn't in any danger other than starvation. Without his family he didn't really have anything to do. What else did he have to do today other than look for food? 'Nothing, per usual.' He sighed, not feeling like getting up.
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