Hey, I was on one of those abandoned freighters , and well, I died. Now my grave is in space and I can’t collect it, my ship inventory is empty, and when I fly trough it or shoot it, nothing happens.

Every system I go to, I see beautiful starships.

Unique and interesting shuttles, elegant explorers, mean looking fighters, haulers with distinctive wing configurations. I can’t help but want to own them all. I have the collector’s itch.

But my starship roster is full of ships just as beautiful, that I have flown and upgraded, and loved forever. I have no room for newcomers. Not unless I divest myself of some of my beloved space cars.

It hurts. It wounds me, damn it! Why am I so attached to these procedurally generated video game assets? I know it’s insane, but how do I let go? How do I learn to destroy a thing of beauty in order to acquire another? How do I decide which of my children must die? I didn’t expect this game to stress me out this way!

In conclusion, I would like to have no fewer than 100 starship slots. Get on that, HG. 😉