![]() Going back for more (another 45 min) and consequently getting me a decent one, lvl 80, nice colors. Try to put him back to sleep, fail, killed him. ![]() Glitched awake somehow, one is nowhere to be seen, the lvl 72 is up around my base flying weirdly (side effects of narcotics much?). Finally ready to make it happend: coming back to the courtyard, where I saw the two sleeping beauties 3 min ago with more than enough torpor. Setting up preserving bins (no more electricity on my planet) full of prime. Pulling out relations to get me a landed T-rex to get some prime in the meanwhile. Put'em asleep, start starving since I don't really care about efficiency. But that's just starters.Īfter the regular unvolontary kills of argents (headshots, anyone? Jeez I miss my journeyman longneck and my darts), eventually (45min) bringing 2 argents to my courtyard, one lvl 72, one lvl 32 for all-around purposes. Is that a thing? In any case, I go twice through the pain of dying while flying because of that, afraid and stressed out of loosing someone else's bird. Since last patch, I experience more unvolontary disconnections than before. Well, so-called skillz as you'll read further down. My priorities: get me a flyer, preferably an Argentavis or two, to be able to tame-tame-tame for me and my tribemates as I am usually the one in charge of taming because Skillz. Dying a couple of times while restuffing the basics, checking several outposts to see what's available to me, asking for some friend's help in the process. ![]() I forgave myself, and I know that I'm gonna have to rebuild the **** out of this game, hence encouraging my demotivated tribemates to do so as much as to reclaim my former power. ![]() I forgot about the 7 or 8 dinos I had, those two 2nd generation high level T-rex adolescent twins that killed any form of social life last week, my baby 167 direwolf that was suppose to be adult by saturday, all the eggs needed to have a confortable rooster, and the recent huge barn that I builded, who wasn't leveled thanks to some common sense from my opponent's side, but still got damaged, as well as of our stacks of metal, silica, cementing paste, opportunely destroyed by our leader while he was solely and helplessly watching the raid. I log, well aware that our main base has been raided during offline time by some cheap tyrannic bullies for crappy reasons (heck, at least we have reasons on this server, props to the community for those who know) after a beautiful WE irl on the beach coast. Let me tell you my last night on the official server I currently play in. Thing is, with ARK, Murphy's Law (whose principles establish that 'Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong' - for those who don't know, as they should : 's_law) has been brought to the next level. So here you go devs, props for a beautifully crafted, well thought, awesome game. You have to give the devs the props for laying a game in which you actually feel the pain of the rain, are actually blinded and affraid to loose your way because of the fog, or scared of loosing eye-sight capital because of the reflection of the sun. In Ark, either on TS or on global, I'm not the only one to say from time to time: "Go away Fog!" or "Go away lag!" or just "Go away night!". I tend to use a sentence, here in France where I live among my French compatriots, when annoyed by the usual small things of day-to-day life: I say "Go away Murphy! Take some free time already, will you!?" Because it makes me feel better.
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