From way back when I can't remember, I always imagined the things I would do in starbound. The space I would bind, and the explore I would do. I've long since set google chrome to identify Starbound as a word, as well as Floran, Avian, Apex, and Hylotl. I lurked in the forums and done my fair share of suggestions, fan fictions, and other projects beyond the call of duty. I told everybody I knew about it and all the amaze it would bring. I stayed up til' three in the morning so I could catch every daily update on the second of release. I drooled over the random generation bits and the mod support features alike. My eyes begged for rest as I flew through page after page of beta speculation When the day was announced, I canceled my plans. Stayed home and watched the download bar tick by slowly. Bit by precious bit did it rise, and kilobytes flew by like dust particles in a windstorm. Time slowed as it neared the equilibrium of completion. My mind raced with the possibilities of cities and tombs spanning each globe I would eventually explore. A Shame I was on XP. Day after day, my sanity waned. My friends all told me how great the combat was and how the UFO would fly away. I could feel the rage of 10,000 penguins flowing through my veins as I blasted through fix after fix in vain. I began forgoing sleep, for what would an hour of sleep do if I missed a second in space? I wanted to be a pioneer and find every system, observe every creature, squash every bug. I lost all of these to those who held the luxury of remaining unattached to machinery. No simple task could repay this injustice owed by the universe. But a single tweet crosses my timeline. An announcement from Bartwerf.