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Where to begin.. I played hundreds of hours before buying the DLC. I replayed countless times, to (re)make the cool machines/systems and nice homes for everyone, to build things I had seen others build, to make use of the many awesome add-on-type mods available (rip blow dryer mod!), and I rather enjoyed myself for a long time. Having completed all achievements in the base game and played forever, I finally I bought the DLC, expecting to enjoy being able to double my hours played or maybe more. Instead it kinda killed my interest in the game after not too long, and I will try to explain as best I can, if I can.. So I installed the DLC and began a new game. The starting biome was unfamiliar, which was cool. I had to work out how to create necessary resources and research using some new materials, stations, plants and animals, which was also cool. Things were pretty good at this point. Looking into research, getting into space was quite trivial compared to normal- a major change to the overall game. Rip lime/steel I guess lol u aren't really important stuff anymore once people have the DLC. Along with the major changes made to research topics, stations and materials it's kinda like a different game to play, with different priorities and goals.. I mean it feels like a re-imagining Of the base game more than an expansion For the base game, if you know what I mean? Side note: to be honest I would recommend the base game over the DLC I think, like it's a very different experience. You don't expect a DLC to change the game so drastically- people might not even realise that disabling the DLC provides a quite different game if they bought it all at once. That's wasting the base game you created and really bad I think, because the base game is brilliant yet some people may never have actually played it, even though they have played with DLC enabled. Sorry about this one, I don't know what could possibly be done about it, just I feel like the DLC is almost a stand-alone-ish different game, and potentially there are things people might not like about how the DLC plays that don't exist in the base game. People Should play the base game first I believe, but they need to know/choose to do that. Anyway the new space map, space tiles system, and space ship interior worlds are super sweet! Let's get to finishing off these steam achieves! So I did just that. I played until I had finished all but 2 DLC achieves, and I think that's when the fun kinda screeched to a halt. Particularly getting the achievements for having a mutated seed of "all" kinds, and having to mine a massive amount of space resources using costly diamond drills. Getting these achieves was almost like just leaving the game to just run itself until success, except I was forced to be there to micro manage the radiation lamps for the harvest of every plant on every planetoid to not waste precious resources, and forced to sit and wait while ships flew off and drilled, so I could organise them to come back, be emptied, restocked, and sent back out again, just for the sake of getting to the required number of KGs harvested. At this point I think my interest in the game had been killed. Even after building the research reactor, purely for the sake of getting the seeds achieve, and generally building everything in the game because at this point why not, I was still grinding space trips forever, with nothing really to do in any of my colonies. Really most of my colonies had long been idle too, as they had what they needed and I just plain couldn't think of anything else to do with them. Some worlds have hardly any resources, and they're relatively small- sometimes just being pointless to explore/harvest/build a colony in really, outside of just needing the artifacts for that one achievement. I haven't played since getting that final DLC achieve, and I don't know when I will play again. Having played the DLC for not all that long, the game has just kinda lost it's magic sadly :< I don't know if it was just not having any achievements left to do, but perhaps not having any goals anymore at all is exactly the trouble. I'll come back to that in a sec XD About the "ending", or the final unique thing you can do in the game before it's just assumed to be "continue playing if you feel like it" kinda deal, the game feels like it still isn't finished even with this turn of events, and said event is tragic if I understand it correctly. So that's where the title is coming from. Topping the game off with this DLC kinda saw the game going out with a whimper, not a bang in my humble opinion, even though the base game was awesome for a zillion hours. The DLC adds a lot of content and it re-jigs the whole base game, so it's not like you didn't put in heaps of hours and effort, clearly- please don't take anything I say as belittling your work. Honestly I just want a reason to play again (and again, and again). I would be all over it if I heard there was a true ending of any sort added, or an expansion of lore/story telling, or a final colony goal/achievement that sees a "congratulations, u won" event of some kind take place. Something that explains and finishes our story succinctly would be just great, if there's any way at all you can manage it.
I always attempt to write something I haven't seen written before. Took me some time, here is some weird drabble thing. I may post other DS fanfictions in here as well. If there are inconsistencies, do tell so I can fix 'em up. I take all advice and critique i can get with a smile I did write more than what is posted here, but I found this a suitable ending as well so here you go, unless I decide to post the rest as well. Enjoy~! Tjally Hell's keeper The record played on, its cheery tune almost gloomy in the current setting. There was dust at his feet, dust and bones from the man that had sat this throne before him. The one gust of wind that had torn Maxwell apart had been the only stirring in the air since Wilson's arrival, and he had the faint idea it wasn't going to change anytime soon. His heart hammered like a panicked creature in his chest, while clawed hands held him still against his prison throne. “They will show you things. It will change you like it changed me...” Wilson tried to tell himself there had been no choice but to free Maxwell, but he knew that would be a lie. He could have let the old devil rot away, but then he too would have been doomed. He'd taken the bait, freed Maxwell, and only because there was still that traiterous part of him that whispered; 'all the buried mysteries mysteries in the world, and here you're handed a shovel.' If Maxwell had been speaking the truth, if he had created all of this world, then what could Wilson do with it? Why, maybe even find an escape like Maxwell never could. He can feel them now better than ever. He'd known they were there before, watching him in the night, sometimes following him. He'd blamed it on extended periods of solitude, his lack of sleep, lack of food, but he can feel how real they are now. Almost as if confirming his thoughts, the hands locking him to the throne tighten around his arms. He finds himself wondering, just like Maxwell; What do you want from me!? There is no answer, and still, the visions Maxwell had been foretelling refused to come. Perhaps he was doomed to an even worse fate than Maxwell, worse yet than an eternity long of the same painful throne and a short moment of freedom before death finally swooped by. Wilson could barely imagine a fate worse, but just half a year ago the thought of a different dimension led by a trapped, all powerful man would have made him bark out with laughter. He taps his fingers on the black throne, and stares upwards into the dark. He wants more light than just these marble torches. Any light. He almost wishes he'd lit the berry-bushes and grass tufts on fire. With a loud smash a bout of lightening drops from the sky, right on a grass tuft, together with the sudden image of electricity finding its origin in the thick black clouds. How had he not known that before? Wilson stared at the burning tuft in the distance. They had been talking to him. He never could have guessed lightening came from the polarities in clouds! How about the pigmen then? How did they find their origin? He waited, and soon after he just knew, like someone had been leisurely pouring knowlegde into his head from a kettle. The hounds, pets created from loneliness, the night monster Charlie, for when the hounds slept, berry bushes and bees in memory of sweet treats from home... He had even made the gobbler, so he didn't have to see the berries rot away. All Maxwells creations were clear as a raindrop in his minds eye. He knew all, the very core of the world, just like Maxwell had. It was when the last blade of grass had been explained, that throne and its watchers took him deeper. He recoiled in the throne. Maxwell was right. Wilson had only touched the surface of knowlegde these wretches beings posessed. A thousand colours he had never seen before swirled in his mind, creatures of impossible build and geometry flashed by him. His mind could not comprehend, could not make sense of it, yet at the same time he understood it all like he had abruptly understood the hounds and the pigmen. Monsters, creatures dimensions magics gemsemotionsaliensdeathlifeworldhumanminddestruction- Like an endless reel entire worlds and posibillities flashed through his mind, and all he could do was shrink back in the black throne and cling onto his last sense of reality. He couldn't tell how much time had passed when it finally stopped. The torches that had been burning when he freed Maxwell had gone dark. The dark didn't bother him, now that he knew the why and how of this world. Even charlie, the monster that had been one of his biggest fears, was now harmless as a housepet to Wilson. He felt like he had been split in two, like the watchers had taken half of him, and let it spoil. The fact that he considered the shadow monster Charlie as welcome company said as much. He knew things that his human mind could not understand, but he knew. He knew how he could create things similair as to what Maxwell created, like how one knows a tune on a piano without ever seeing the sheet music. It was in his fingertips, but not in his head. Maxwell's knights were rusting on the checkered flooring, and Wilson got rid of them. Next were Maxwells statues, the hounds, the tentacles... This world was only a shameful pile, compared to all the worlds the throne had shown him. So few animals, so few minerals or plants. Barely any biodiversity, or even floral diversity! Half-heartedly Wilson added a few things to the world. They were additions barely worth of mentioning, adding mice, adding catterpillars, adding weeds... He stopped adding almost before he had begun. There was no joy to be found. He'd never been an artist, he hadn't strived to create the new, but to discover it in the things that already existed! He turned to the watchers, and stared back at them with the intense patience of a well-taught Scientist. Observation is always the first step before attempting any experiments. The world stood idle, and the staring contest continued. At moments, Wilson is almost certain that he can see a flicker of human emotion in their gazes. Frustration, sometimes, or interest. He reaches closer to their domain, and even though they don't change outwardly, he feels like he is reaching into the back of a lion's throat. They still watch, and he does the same, now one step closer. It is not much later when Wilson wonders; What is their threat, when I come close? Death would not be a threat, and eternal imprisonment was already his fate. What was their punishment, if he came too close? It was that thought, and the thrill of the unknown, that made him reach out even closer to his watchers. He could almost feel the lion's teeth scraping his skin, and yet still there was no bite. He continued to watch, and the longer he stared back at them, the more he was convinced of the fleeting and vague human emotions that sometimes swirled by. Over time, he stepped closer and closer, waiting and watching until he felt like he could move without tempting the punishment that the watchers threatened with. It is funny really, how his never sated curiosity both got him into hell, and allowed him to slowly crawl out of it. With the throne holding his hands locked to the rail, he knew how far Maxwell had gone in his attempt to reach the watchers. He had surpassed that point the last time he stepped closer. At one point, he stood in the middle of them. It reminded him of the first time he had shared turf with a large herd of beefalo in heat, with only a shoddy hat to keep him safe. It certainly wasn't a hat that allowed him to stand in the middle of them, but he could not find the reason for their tolerance. He took one last step, until he was behind them. And then he found that their gaze did not follow him. They still stared, and when he turned his gaze to follow theirs, he saw himself, beard grown to his feet and shackled to the throne. He didn't know what it meant. He had not left his body, nor had he made a copy of himself in better times, like Maxwell had done. Had he split himself in two? Was he a soul, a spirit without a body? His hands were present, so was his enormous beard. He looked back at the watchers. There had been rules, as to what he could create, and they had been enforcing those rules with the same threat they had given him when he got too close. One of those rules, was; do not remove the throne. Do not attempt to harm the watchers. Wilson's curiosity reared its head, and he approached the watchers. He reached for one, and almost as if he'd touched a millenia old statue made of sticky meat, and stinking heaps of black flesh slumped to the ground. Almost as he had touched a domino in a long row of stones, the other watchers fell apart. The throne disappeared, and right before his eyes, he could see himself fall to the ground. He had expected it to remain motionless. He was here, no longer inside of that husk, but it moved, and softened its fall. It was aging rapidly, beard growing grey in seconds and eyes going clouded, but as he watched, he could see himself die. In a sudden panic, he tried to save his body, his mind racing ever so hard to understand how and why, but before he could think the body shrivelled up and remained like a mummy on the dark floor. How? How could he have been in there, while he'd also been here?! He stalked forward in long strides, to where his now mummified body lied in the shimmer of Maxwell's lit pillar, and arrived just in time to find that the world was slowly dissolving. The rock ground beneath his feet fell away, and even the air that should rush about him during his fall was absent. Maxwell's light was gone with a light crunching sound, and his body, after all, turned into dust. There was nothing left. Nothing but the void, and him.