[warning:long off topic stuff, don't read] The poor creature on second image. Its whole childhood, it has been bullied. It was not always the brightest of the bunch, nor was it very sociable. And instead of reaching out to it, its peers only see a potential prey. A stress reliever. A toy that they may played with however they like, as it is alone and weak and unable to stand up for itself against them. It started out as jokes. It began as harmless pranks. Someone thought it would be funny if they tossed paper planes at the creature. They wanna see if it reacts. And it did, of course, to the amusement of its tormentors. The first plane hit the back of it head, and it looked around to see who tossed it. Everyone pretended not to see it. The second plane hit, and the creature wondered what was going on. The third plane hit, and it laughed nervously, "come on, stop it". The fourth plane hit, and it started to get angry. The fifth plane hit, and the creature raised it voice "Who is throwing all these paper planes at me?". Everyone feigned innocence and ignored it. The sixth plane hit, and it ripped the plane apart. It could hear hidden chuckles. It could hear suppressed laughters. The seventh plane hits, and it feels like it couldn't take it anymore. As the eighth plane hit the creature, it ran away, hidden inside the washroom stall, calming itself down. Then the ninth plane came from above the stall and fell before the creature. It didn't even hit the creature, but it made the creature furious. It bolted out of the washroom and search for the one who threw the plane, "whoever is doing this, stop it! It is not funny anymore!" it shouted. But all it saw were just everyone acting surprised at its outburst. Then the tenth plane hits the side of its head. And the paper planes didn't stop after. Everyday, there were more planes. It tried to ignore them, but that only pushed its tormentor further, addicted as they are to its' suffering. By the 54th plane, insults and ridicules were written on the plane. By the 87th, they added pollens from the flower that it is allergic to. By the 124th plane, they didn't even hide themselves anymore, and threw the planes at its face, because at that point it has already submit itself in hope that things doesn't get any worse. It couldn't tell adults. They wouldn't understand. They won't see how paper planes could be of any harm. It doesn't want them to tell it to stand up for itself even if they do understand, because that is impossible. It is impossible to fight against a system. It is impossible for a bottom of a food chain creature like it to be anywhere else than at the bottom. It is impossible to topple a power structure that is crushing it under the point of a paper plane. These may not be true, but they are seared in the mind of the creatures, through many, many, and many times it has been hit by the paper plane. And it lives on, with its sense of self worth crushed, its confidence shattered, and its emotions scarred. When everyone else goes on to be successful creatures of their own path, the creature could never escapes its nightmare. It hid away from everyone. It withdrew from society. It ran away from its past, living at a far away land, hoping the memory of the paper plane would be washed away by time. For a while, things were looking better. Life was simple. It was alone, living day to day as it find food to sustain itself. It was not exactly happy, but there was nothing that makes it sad. And it held on to this life with all it could. Some shred of hope grew within it. It finds itsemf starting to enjoy some hobbies again, like strolling upon the grass over the cliff where its lives, watching rain of lights falling through the sky and lit up the darkness below. Then one day a human came to cliff. From afar, it saw the human hand holding what it feared the most: a paper plane. It panics. It doesn't want to be hit. It walks forward, trying to tell the human to not throw the plane. But it was too late. The plane has already soared menacingly on the air, and finally land on the creature, cutting it with its paper-sharp edge. There were no harm physically, but mentally, flashback of all the previous years of its past returned and ravaged it. It couldn't think straight anymore. It just wanted to run away again. It wanted to be safe. It wanted to not be hurt again. And so it ran, and jumped into the comforting darkness within the abyss before it. Finally, it found peace. But at what cost? ### Disclamer: The story is meant to be read as an over-dramatic interpretation of the image, and meant to be humourous. However, bullying is no laughing matter. Don't take it lightly and help children in need.
I hereby propose that, after the Chucklefish logo at the start of the game, we display a dedication to the creature. The creature who's torment eventually overcame its will to continue living, as they were pushed over the edge just as things were starting to look up. We should not soon forget this tragedy. Also, cry evertim.
I for one welcome our beachball overlords. Mostly because early in Felin development I tried to implement a yarnball. As in, something you could throw and pick up again. Something just like this, one might say. Now I finally can.
What are the item names for spawning them? I will BUY SOMEONE a copy of Starbound for this to happen.
I can't wait to play Extreme Beach Volleyball: Starbound Edition! Dreaming of to basketball, football, badminton, paintball, paper plane races, and all sorts of other sports as well!
The hot potato time bomb ought to be more or less doable through the engine already per kyren, I saw no reason why it couldn't be done myself; however, It's a "Sounds cool" and "ought to be already possible." Though I admit to not thinking it all of the way through. I just kinda thought "oh cool!" And "yeah, that seems possible."
Hopefully the event system comes soon. I want to see a planetary invasion happen to put my turrets to good use. Though I suppose you could just jerry rig the weather system to spawn particles - which spawn monsters time to time. But that wouldn't be a true event system.
More useless items that provide a few seconds entertainment before quickly deleted to save space oh, unless they serve a functional purpose? Maybe you need them to complete a quest or to unlock a dungeon
Pretty pumped to see throwable "weapons" that can be picked back up. Now I want a basketball that can be bounced off of enemies and caught, but if you miss you gotta go running after it.
How about an event on a server called "Starbound Beachball Tournament" ? The purpose is entertainment mainly on a server.
