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I own two starbound characters: one Avian and one Novakid. I need to know how to make a new world for every character. The latter of the two is my first character, and he already exhausted the reso. 
Electronic workbench for windows 7 64 bit. NOTE: This is a choose-your-own-adventure style comic – instructions are at the bottom of the post. ———- PROLOGUE Ankaa and Corvus were the husband-and-wife leaders of a bandit group they named The Twin Suns – which admittedly was a bit narcissistic considering they were both Novakids, beings literally made of sun-stuff.
They expanded their group and raided notable, high-value targets such as Miniknog supply shipments and the odd Hylotl art museum, gaining notoriety and members of various races across various galaxies. They would try to stay out of the public eye as much as possible, letting random lieutenants and subordinates be the public face of The Twin Suns so as not to draw attention to themselves. And things were pretty good. However, Ankaa grew tired of thieving and heisting and other banditty verbs, and upon discussing it with Corvus they decided to try and make a go of the honest life, free from crime and its associated dangers and not-niceties. Now this did not go over too well with the aforementioned subordinates, seeing as these two Novakids knew the names and faces of many, many, many bandits, and they were somewhat unwilling to take these two lynchpins of intergalactic crime at their word that no one would be outed. At a weekly financial review (they ran a very well-managed operation), Corvus was taken unawares and knocked unconscious, and before Ankaa could do anything to retaliate the world went black she swore to herself as she hit the floor. The sand was itchy as all hell, and the sun was uncomfortably hot.
Hang on – sand? Ankaa sat up and realised she wasn’t dead. She did however have a nasty pain in her head, presumably where she was clobbered into unconsciousness.
Looking around Ankaa saw sand. A lot of sand. In fact, all she saw was sand followed by more sand and then a bit more sand. She quickly decided that this was a desert. She then decided that she hated deserts – nothing but itchy, pain-in-the-arse sand and a sun that would not quit. She was cursing whatever geological processes brought about the creation of this particular desert when she noticed a couple of things that weren’t sand.
What a stroke of luck! It looks like her former bandit cohorts had exiled her to this hellish desert with her flask and Corvus’ laser pistol. She got up and dusted all the sand off that she could, but that never really works does it? You can never get sand off you.
You just have to drive past a beach and suddenly you have sand everywhere. Deciding she was also starting to hate beaches, Ankaa picked up the flask and pistol. She knew there wouldn’t have been water in that flask, instead preferring to carry a fine distilled whiskey on her person, and that just frustrated her more. That was expensive whiskey. Had those bandit bastards drank it or just thrown it away? She could understand them drinking it, but throwing away such a fine beverage was nigh-on inexcusable.
I own two starbound characters: one Avian and one Novakid. I need to know how to make a new world for every character. The latter of the two is my first character, and he already exhausted the reso.
Electronic workbench for windows 7 64 bit. NOTE: This is a choose-your-own-adventure style comic – instructions are at the bottom of the post. ———- PROLOGUE Ankaa and Corvus were the husband-and-wife leaders of a bandit group they named The Twin Suns – which admittedly was a bit narcissistic considering they were both Novakids, beings literally made of sun-stuff.
They expanded their group and raided notable, high-value targets such as Miniknog supply shipments and the odd Hylotl art museum, gaining notoriety and members of various races across various galaxies. They would try to stay out of the public eye as much as possible, letting random lieutenants and subordinates be the public face of The Twin Suns so as not to draw attention to themselves. And things were pretty good. However, Ankaa grew tired of thieving and heisting and other banditty verbs, and upon discussing it with Corvus they decided to try and make a go of the honest life, free from crime and its associated dangers and not-niceties. Now this did not go over too well with the aforementioned subordinates, seeing as these two Novakids knew the names and faces of many, many, many bandits, and they were somewhat unwilling to take these two lynchpins of intergalactic crime at their word that no one would be outed. At a weekly financial review (they ran a very well-managed operation), Corvus was taken unawares and knocked unconscious, and before Ankaa could do anything to retaliate the world went black she swore to herself as she hit the floor. The sand was itchy as all hell, and the sun was uncomfortably hot.
Hang on – sand? Ankaa sat up and realised she wasn’t dead. She did however have a nasty pain in her head, presumably where she was clobbered into unconsciousness.
Looking around Ankaa saw sand. A lot of sand. In fact, all she saw was sand followed by more sand and then a bit more sand. She quickly decided that this was a desert. She then decided that she hated deserts – nothing but itchy, pain-in-the-arse sand and a sun that would not quit. She was cursing whatever geological processes brought about the creation of this particular desert when she noticed a couple of things that weren’t sand.
What a stroke of luck! It looks like her former bandit cohorts had exiled her to this hellish desert with her flask and Corvus’ laser pistol. She got up and dusted all the sand off that she could, but that never really works does it? You can never get sand off you.
You just have to drive past a beach and suddenly you have sand everywhere. Deciding she was also starting to hate beaches, Ankaa picked up the flask and pistol. She knew there wouldn’t have been water in that flask, instead preferring to carry a fine distilled whiskey on her person, and that just frustrated her more. That was expensive whiskey. Had those bandit bastards drank it or just thrown it away? She could understand them drinking it, but throwing away such a fine beverage was nigh-on inexcusable.
...">Ship World File Starbound Novakid Comic(18.11.2018)I own two starbound characters: one Avian and one Novakid. I need to know how to make a new world for every character. The latter of the two is my first character, and he already exhausted the reso.
Electronic workbench for windows 7 64 bit. NOTE: This is a choose-your-own-adventure style comic – instructions are at the bottom of the post. ———- PROLOGUE Ankaa and Corvus were the husband-and-wife leaders of a bandit group they named The Twin Suns – which admittedly was a bit narcissistic considering they were both Novakids, beings literally made of sun-stuff.
They expanded their group and raided notable, high-value targets such as Miniknog supply shipments and the odd Hylotl art museum, gaining notoriety and members of various races across various galaxies. They would try to stay out of the public eye as much as possible, letting random lieutenants and subordinates be the public face of The Twin Suns so as not to draw attention to themselves. And things were pretty good. However, Ankaa grew tired of thieving and heisting and other banditty verbs, and upon discussing it with Corvus they decided to try and make a go of the honest life, free from crime and its associated dangers and not-niceties. Now this did not go over too well with the aforementioned subordinates, seeing as these two Novakids knew the names and faces of many, many, many bandits, and they were somewhat unwilling to take these two lynchpins of intergalactic crime at their word that no one would be outed. At a weekly financial review (they ran a very well-managed operation), Corvus was taken unawares and knocked unconscious, and before Ankaa could do anything to retaliate the world went black she swore to herself as she hit the floor. The sand was itchy as all hell, and the sun was uncomfortably hot.
Hang on – sand? Ankaa sat up and realised she wasn’t dead. She did however have a nasty pain in her head, presumably where she was clobbered into unconsciousness.
Looking around Ankaa saw sand. A lot of sand. In fact, all she saw was sand followed by more sand and then a bit more sand. She quickly decided that this was a desert. She then decided that she hated deserts – nothing but itchy, pain-in-the-arse sand and a sun that would not quit. She was cursing whatever geological processes brought about the creation of this particular desert when she noticed a couple of things that weren’t sand.
What a stroke of luck! It looks like her former bandit cohorts had exiled her to this hellish desert with her flask and Corvus’ laser pistol. She got up and dusted all the sand off that she could, but that never really works does it? You can never get sand off you.
You just have to drive past a beach and suddenly you have sand everywhere. Deciding she was also starting to hate beaches, Ankaa picked up the flask and pistol. She knew there wouldn’t have been water in that flask, instead preferring to carry a fine distilled whiskey on her person, and that just frustrated her more. That was expensive whiskey. Had those bandit bastards drank it or just thrown it away? She could understand them drinking it, but throwing away such a fine beverage was nigh-on inexcusable.
...">Ship World File Starbound Novakid Comic(18.11.2018)