My Nooblet Journey - Stranded in Space

It was my first week in Entropia Universe. Picture me as the ultimate nooblet: running around in a basic starter jumpsuit, clutching a Bukin's rifle for dear life. For the first four days, my entire existence consisted of grinding puny mobs around Camp Icarus and chipping away at basic mining runs.

By day five, my mentor finally took pity on me. He handed over a Sleipnir and a little bit of oil so I could actually get around faster. It was a total game-changer.

But by day six, the itch to explore hit me hard. I was already completely sick of Icarus and its endless waves of punies. I’d scraped through all the newbie missions I could possibly manage with the PED I had, and I wanted out. I decided I needed to see the stars. I asked around, managed to get my hands on a low TT space thruster, slapped it onto my Sleipnir, and launched into space.

I pulled up the space map. Cyrene was the closest, so I aimed my nose that way and punched the gas. Eventually, I hit Cyrene—only to realize I still needed to download the actual planet data. So, I just hung around the space station, killing time while the progress bar crept along.

Once everything was downloaded, I flew down to the surface. Honestly? It was even more depressing than the punies back home. I knocked out a few newbie missions, grabbed some free starter gear, and immediately thought, Yeah, I don’t like it here. Let’s go back. I took off, and started speeding back toward Caly.

Here is where the plot twist kicks in. As a brand-new player, I had absolutely no idea how much oil space travel chewed through. My mentor had only given me a starter splash of fuel, and right in the dead center of deep space, my engine sputtered and died.

My ship just stopped dead. I didn't know what to do, and to make matters infinitely worse, I had completely forgotten that deep space is a lootable PvP zone.

Panicking, I typed out a distress call in space chat. A guy named Boxer responded and started approaching my coordinates. I thought I was saved. Instead, Boxer pulled up, blasted me to pieces, and scooped up every single piece of stackable loot I had on me.

I respawned at the nearest space station, stripped of my loot, my Sleipnir destroyed, and my oil tank completely empty.

This was back in the day before the teleportation tokens. Using the station teleporter cost PED—PED that I simply didn’t have.

For the next hour, I sat at that station desperately begging for help in the chat. Finally, an absolute legend from the Calypso Rescue Team (CRT) responded. He told me to sit tight, but warned me it would take him about two hours to reach my location.

For the next 120 minutes, I just sat there in the space station, staring at my screen and deeply contemplating my life choices.

The Moral of the Story: > Let my suffering be a lesson to you all: never go to space unprepared. Curiosity is expensive.

And seriously—damn you, Boxer.