I know a perfect job for you!!!!!!!I feel your pain. Up until recently I'd been able to restrain myself. I only had one ship at a time, one LTI ship that I melted down and applied as credit to the next ship ad nauseam until I had a Connie, and then I stopped. "It's just a fallback ship," I kept telling myself as new ships rolled down the pipe. "An LTI Connie is just so I can always make good money and afford the cool ships in game. I don't need it," it referring to whatever blasted beautiful assemblage of pixels and features Robert Satan Industries had concocted to tempt me with that particular day. "I'll get one in game."
Even the LTI P-72 Archimedes didn't tempt me, at first. "Buy six!" sang my heart. "Buy six and turn them all into every ship you ever wanted! Have them all forever! Foreeeeeeeever~" But I stayed firm. Yes, I bought six, but I gave them all away. All to friends who were having trouble affording the game, and felt reluctant to drop beaucoup bux on a ship they could blow up by accident and lose forever. They each bought an Aurora game package, took one Archimedes, and did as I had done - carefully melting and molding it into the ship they actually wanted, now with LTI. And so I was rid of all of the blasted sirens.
All but two.
See, when I bought six of the dratted Temptation Engines, it never occurred to me to check and make sure all of my friends would need one. And as it turned out, two of my friends were more... shall we say, "financially solvent" than I expected them to be, and already had an LTI ship of their dreams. I offered them the damned things anyway - they could use them for store credit, or save them for a rainy day, or anything, just get them away from me - but they smiled, and thanked me for my generosity, and refused. "Keep them," they said, not realizing what they had doomed me to. "You might need them someday."
And that's when they began to whisper to me.
It has been... how long has it been, since that fateful sale? I don't know. Time has no meaning in this place.
But I woke up one morning missing an arm and a leg, and curled up around a receipt. A receipt for a new Endeavor. Someone had written LTI on it in blood.
I still hear the other one whispering.
please go to this thread: https://testsquadron.com/threads/the-testie-times-2-0-looking-for-new-people.7684/page-3#post-115886
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