The grinding build up of a galactic empire continues. My third planet is an uncommon ore I have named Opeth, an homage to a heavy metal rock and roll band. I am not going to talk much about it. My neighbors have been struggling to find their beta planets, some of them have been at it longer than I have been exploring, and it is likely an irritating thing from their point of view.
Brown is beautiful
Right. The searches have been so bleak in my neighborhood that the battle mode is essentially meaningless thus far. I hear of combat in other parts of the galaxy on the Discord channel, and I keep my chastity belt fastened, but so far no threats. Of course, I could wreak havoc if I had a mind to wreck havoc, but I am an avowed peacenik until otherwise provoked.
Besides, the crab outbreak on my alpha planet is out of control and it absorbs much of my time. It is all the research center can do to curtail the buggers. Personally, I blame Orgy Wednesdays for it but I am not going to ruin the good times by filing a formal complaint. It is a lonely place and a little itching and bitching is worth it to keep morale stable.
Thank you.