I am Tribunal, and I know nearly everything. I know the exact value of every piece of the Aurora, including the market value of the crew - which was not as difficult to calculate as normal, as most of them have been either incinerated or digested by aquatic aliens. I know of the Degasi and its significance to Mongolian politics. I am the final judge, the end of discussion, and I know every piece of both sides. This me will represent the interests of Ryley Robinson.įor myself, I retain everything. His written testimony of the events, fantastical though it seems, follows, along with a medical readout that lines up perfectly with the PDA’s recorded events, from the concussion sustained as his lifepod fell to the burns he suffered in an alien power facility.

His human struggle against the elements, in defiance of an entire world set against him. Every drop of blood shed, every muscle strained in Ryley Robinson’s struggle to survive on a world where the very water held a contagion that sought to kill him. To the second I bequeath the data stored in the defendant’s Personal Digital Assistant. This me will represent the interests of Alterra Corporation et al. I leave in a dry accounting of the materials used in the defendant’s survival and subsequent escape. I spin it the tale of the Degasi, the Aurora, the crash upon planet 4546B. To the first I grant the laws, regulations and rules of the Alterra corporation. I take in the details, then take them out, leaving only the understanding that it will take more than one perspective for a good argument. The only person reading this will be Executive Bouchain, who will ignore or follow my advice as he sees fit. This isn’t a formal trial, although I will deliver a verdict as if it is. Normally I would treat the proceedings with more solemnity, but the case was initiated at the behest ofĪnd it deserves as much contempt as I can electronically muster. The human reading my screen will not even notice the delay while I actually peruse the details of the case. In the case of Alterra Corporation versus Ryley Robinson, I recommend Once again, Alterra corporation requires analysis, and so I am awake. Makes one think though: i hope 1.0 includes some MASSIVE polishes because having bugs this significant less than a month from release isn't pretty.Processing synchronized. but i just had to try and the terror and tension were very rewarding. I reckon there could've been a console command to teleport both me and my ship somewhere safe, or make it supersonic or invincible or whatever. In the end there were like four of them and in no time my Cyclops had like a millimeter of hull left and i was like ♥♥♥♥ it, i'll just reload and lose a few mins of game time.

I thought i could make it but they are clearly designed to just kill you: i tried playing quiet but they immediately saw me, i tried giving them decoys but they just wouldn't bite, i tried to run but they were faster. Then the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥s started spawning and ruined everything.

and i must say the first ghost-less 4 or so kilometers in silent running were delightfully tense. Only then, to my sheer horror, i realized that my Cyclops had been spirited far away into the void, and more than a thousand meters deep. was that base really seven kilometers away?' All good right?Įxcept that, when i woke up and went back at the helm, i was like 'hold on. So i woke up inside the Cyclops, ate a nutrient block and went to sleep. So i did the only sensible thing to do: i killed myself. I tried using the console to teleport to the plats, then the safes, but nothing worked (it did play a sound as if i entered water each time). only this time i got stuck: the animation played but i was still inside the Prawn. but as i turned around to close the hatch the game stuttered, so i wrongfully clicked the Prawn and went back inside it.

I was in my Cyclops-based Prawn at the border between the grassy plateaus and the dunes, just doing some routine scouting, collecting, checking on outposts, messing with Reapers etc.

Tales from the void and subnautica