Horrible ways to die in space...
- Thread starter SeungRyul
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Yeah I think I watched that one 7 or 8 times when it was posted in /r/Eve
Do you think its feasible though? I mean the reason that warp in "real life" will look like that is that spacetime doesn't operate linearly and warping is essentially you moving magnitudes faster than the speed of light. In a simulated server with real time "consequences" for all those involved, you can not warp a person through time without creating a game breaking event like duality or time paradox.
just kidding. They can totally do that. That speech was for proving they can't simulate time discrepancy due to relativity.
Edit: The only reason they won't be able to do that is their single server nature, server load during large number of warps (aka hot drops and instantly moving large number of people between different shards) and technology.
Do you think its feasible though? I mean the reason that warp in "real life" will look like that is that spacetime doesn't operate linearly and warping is essentially you moving magnitudes faster than the speed of light. In a simulated server with real time "consequences" for all those involved, you can not warp a person through time without creating a game breaking event like duality or time paradox.
just kidding. They can totally do that. That speech was for proving they can't simulate time discrepancy due to relativity.
Edit: The only reason they won't be able to do that is their single server nature, server load during large number of warps (aka hot drops and instantly moving large number of people between different shards) and technology.
Death by malfunctioning space toilet vent...
Edit: Should have been more clear. This vents your intestines into space before the rest of your vital organs... All of which exit through your booty hole.
Edit: Should have been more clear. This vents your intestines into space before the rest of your vital organs... All of which exit through your booty hole.
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Corwin
Captain
Trapped in a slow orbit around a dying star, wondering if you'll die an agonizing death from the incessant heat peeling your skin away, or the complete failure of one of the last few thrusters keeping you in this orbit, causing you to drop fatally close to the sun, and popping you like a kernel of corn into a spray of fine red paste, that quickly solidifies into a brown plaster that cakes your chair.
SchrimPanzer
Captain
Barthanes
Admiral
