He met his end in an all out slug-fest in close-combat against a massive five-star sentinel troop — he was used to this kind of thing. Truth be told, he often picked fights with them just for the thrill. And oh what a thrill today, as a storm came in and ate away at his hazard protection, and then into his shields. He picked up what repairs he could from the remains and ruin he’d laid to the previous (and now dispatched) squads of sentinel reinforcements. But there was something in the wind today, and the sentinel walker had a tight beam on him. He’d escaped such predicaments many times before, but the walker just wouldn’t fall. The repair drones strafed behind the walker while they did their work, continuing to dodge the Travelers relentless fire. A flank of drones materialized into existence, called by their brethren, and laid into the Traveler. Today would be the day that they would finally out an end to The Traveller that had laid waste to countless thousands of their kind. Today, they WOULD have their revenge.

As his health ran low, he made a quick tactical retreat to let his shield recharge — swinging his multi-tool hard and burning his jet pack for all it was worth. He took to the air as if he was born to it— making a clean escape, dodging an incomprehensibly complex weave of laser fire. He zigzagged in the air and landed deftly … next to a hazardous flora — not unlike a Venus Flytrap. He barely had time to think, before fanged petals of the horrific plant snapped closed. All became black.

Perhaps it was not quite the glorious death he would have wanted. Certainly the sentinels would have preferred the death strike to have been delivered by one of theirs. Perhaps that was his last rebellion against them. To deprive them of that privilege. Such was his way in life— dirty scoundrel and pirate that he was.

His was a good life. It was filled with adventure, close scrapes, exploration, skullduggery, and inconceivable wonders the likes of which no other will ever again see. He is gone, but will be forever remembered.

Hail Traveler.

Thee good news is, I love this game. Especially the early game on Permadeath. So here are two screen shots, one just a day before my last character bought the farm after an amazing years-long run (including a trip to the center of Euclid and Hilbert).

The other is a screen shot from the innocent eyes of my New Fresh-Boi on Permadeath. Loving starting over. It reminds me of how hard the game felt the first time I played it at launch. And, once I unlock the Anomaly, I can send him through the expedition.