I’m finding it harder and harder to unearth colourful possibilities when boarding ships, too.
I didn’t have the heart to kill any of them.
Go with god, UC Narcissus.

I need a Mission.
What do you reckon?
Gosh, how irritating!

I’m not sure she’s ever walked more than 25 metres in one go since leaving Earth.
Plus which, firefights within spacecraft often take place in zero-G.
The upshot of this is that Mary currently has a mass of 1361.

Which is to say, Mary has a mass greater than that of a Warwolf class Battle Cruiser.
Everything you need from planets is already in space!
There are even - hawk, spit -questsup here.

Delete the planetary maps, and outer space in Starfield feels like… outer space?
It’s all about that admittedly very implausible sense of geography, of relative size and momentum.
They’re more like cave-diving games than space sims, at times.

Mary isn’t lonely!
You’re the one who is lonely!!
Just look at all the friends she’s made while hijacking spaceships!!!

Was it really an accident?
Ha ha Mary won’t tell.
Here’s Doctor Kindly, ship’s physician, devouring a nice box of tissues.

She’s got all of her own teeth and an appetite like you wouldn’t believe.
Woah Doctor, save some for the rest of us!
Wait, don’t stare!

Mary’s tale of woe continues!
Part 5 isover here.




