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https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/575558/SotS/concept/intothestorm.png

Is that a gas giant? It looks awesome to see a probe dropped down like that. Also kind of satisfying. (You won't crush me this time Gas Giant!)

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Beautiful!

*claps

Will there be different star types? (G, K, M, etc.)

Remember they aren't stars, they're really really hot SGCs. Presumably different sizes and densities of SGCs will lead to different colors.

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Idea: A scale replica of the Solar System somewhere as an easter egg. (Maybe as the spawnpoint if you enter a specific seed)

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When is that blog post coming?

After looking through the previous parts of the thread, I've remembered the possibility of manned exploration. So I thought about the low budget of the MEA, and... well... How could they afford a space suit?

Pretty happy. I discovered an easter egg that no one else did.

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Not even the Microverse is free of the Munoliths.

I can't believe no one tried looking at the dark side. It's not actually, floating, btw, it's my camera angle. When your camera gets close to it it plays a sound effect.

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Better picture.

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What's the planned price for the game?

We're currently thinking of $10 for the Kickstarter (which gets you in the Steam Early Access release + DRM free version when the game is done), then $15 during the Early Access phase (Steam only) and finally $20 after release.

Paying more to get access earlier sounds silly, we're giving people a more buggy experience and getting free beta testers, you guys deserve to pay less for that :cool:

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Oooooh, that's shiny!

Are the skyboxes for the systems gonna change when you go to another system?

Kinda like Elite Dangerous?

The galaxies will exist in 3d space, so yes, the view of the starry sky will change as a result of you physically covering that distance. Each galaxy is unique as well, of course.

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"Dr. Pistachio, we are go for transuniversal injection."

Dr. Tony Pistachio was buckled up in a definitely-not-stolen space capsule that had been placed in the Universal Transference Cabinet. He flicked some switches on the spacecraft to boot up the computer panel and get the life support system running.

"I'll see you all soon!" Dr. Pistachio confirmed.

The air of the Unimatrix Transuniversal Catcher had been siphoned out, and with a whirr of the machine, a flash of bluish light, and a powerful BANG sound, the inside of the Underperforming Teledistance Catapult was replaced with deep-space. Not just any deep space, but really small deep space.

The Space Capsule was equipped with a low-gain antenna, but the UTC was not a Undeniably Telephonic Contraption, so there was not yet any direct communications. At this time, Dr. Pistachio was not terribly worried about communications with the MEA complex, he was more worried about how to keep his lunch down after what felt like being thrown off a cliff into space. After successfully keeping his eggs and bacon inside a doggy-bag, he locked his helmet on to begin his work.

Dr. Tony Pistachio was the head of the Multiversal Exploration Agency for quite some time. After previous attempts to explore the new Microverse using contraptions ranging from mile-long tethers that a robotic submarine was hung out of to a clockwork-controlled soil sampler, it was time to face the fact that they were going to have to use active telecommunications or else use far more complicated control. No one yet knew if telecommunications was possible through the Microverse, so the control issue was planned to be resolved by the use of highly-trained astronauts. The MEA could not afford astronauts. To make matters worse, the nerds that worked at the MEA were all far to scared to go to space. Someone had to be found that was willing to take the risk. Dr. Pistachio himself had to be that man.

He was regretting it.

He figured he had about six minutes to deploy the communications beacon and configure it before the deadly plunge into the "Starlike Gravitational Core" killed him in a murderously deadly way of death and not-life. Not exactly the best way of staying focused. The Space Capsule had about 200 m/s delta-v, enough to probably-almost-certainly correct the course if he was able to control the ship. But he was not here to explore. Not today. Today, he had to get the beacon up and running.

Dr. Pistachio opened the Space Capsule's hatch. The communication beacon was hanging off the end of the service module package. Standing up in the capsule, he suddenly took in the beauty of the whole place. He saw a shimmering box of warped space behind him where the Untranslatable Tractor Carrier was holding idle, slowly receding. He looked forwards, and had to avert his eyes from the bright sun. He saw a dull brown cloudy sphere, a lumpy blue and green rock, and a peanut-shaped potato. "Wow." He heard himself saying, the closed communications loop echoing his voice several times before fading off.

Tony climbed over the capsule and opened the service module hatch, revealing a control panel to release the beacon. His arm reached out to grab on to the beacon as he pressed the red button to let it go from the capsule. The beacon was really just a glorified radio transmitter/transceiver. If all went right, the guys at MEA Mission Control were playing a tuning signal. Tony twisted the various knobs all over until he could start to hear a warbled musical song. "Haha. Magic Carpet Ride." He tuned the radio further until he could hear the music fully. He then turned to calibrate the some other thing to compensate for the Universal Train Coach's unreliable name.

"Hmm. That's odd." Tony Pistachio thought. His feet were getting warm. He looked down. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH"

Tony was no pilot, but he was almost certain that he was just flung past the sun on a collision course with the blue-green planet. He strapped the probe in, and tried to get back in the capsule. "You're kidding me." Dr. Pistachio's keychain was floating several meters away. He jumped at it, holding onto a loose wire as a tether. "Just a few more inches!" Impact was imminent. Tony pulled a doggy bag out of his pocket. "Of course!" He held the bag out barely catching the key on edge enough for it to slow down. The Blue-Green planet was looking awfully large. He pulled himself (and the key!) back to the ship unlocked the door, and coupled the piloting to manual control. No response. Auto-Control it is!

-REORIENT-

--RETROGRADE-

--SELECT BURN TIME-

--3 SECONDS--

---T-2---

---T-1---

---ENGINE IGNITION---

CRASH

"Ouch." Tony Pistachio stood up and tried to understand the situation. His helmet was lying beside him on the ground, shattered, along with the debris from his Space Capsule. The Communications beacon was sitting in a bush, considerably less destroyed. "Well I guess this place has an oxygen atmosphere." Dr. Pistachio was no astrobiologist, but he was pretty sure that oxygen on a planet means that there's some kind of life there. This was not surprising when he looked at the bush again, realizing that in fact it was living foliage.

"Well this is a disaster."

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Unfortunately, while Quality Stuff, your fanfiction alas takes place in an abandoned timeline. The MEA is no longer a government organization but an underground (metaphorically, it's still stuck in a warehouse in Utah) "guerrilla research" organization, as the military potential of the portal technology rules out it becoming known to any government. Protagonist's name is still up for debate, name and face may be customizable.

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