On behalf of the only active faction of the Order, we ask you to help us improve gameplay convenience within the Order. We've previously reached out to staff, but it seems only a miracle can change the situation.
We need an Order restarts for Atum & Amenta Battleships. We find it outrageous and unacceptable that agents who have met, for example, the Brigade and joined it, say, in the territory of the Coronado system, suddenly find themselves on Akabat and are forced to travel halfway across Sirius to reach their destination.
We don't need fancy lights on our ships, thrusters, or engines. We're not chasing after things. We want the Order to be a playable faction. We have every reason to believe that the scales of respect for the lore and vibe tip in favor of their alien opponents, the Nomads. Because the Nomads' pawns, the infected, have multiple restarts for different regions, while the Order - literally nothing.
However, we don't blame anyone for this state of affairs. We simply want the Order to receive more attention, in terms of the staff's love for the faction. We have great hopes for you and believe that you will be the one to speak with them. Otherwise, hope for a New Year's miracle will be lost forever!
Wish about brains or at least instruction for Coalition docking masters and officers from SCRA. Maybe with that they could finally found button "/nodock" on their panels?
Give department heads five pills of Aspirin, but replace one of them with a caffeine pill that looks exactly identical. And don't tell them which is which. Don't tell them if there's even a caffeine pill.
Make Aingar an exception though. Actually, give him ten pills of Aspirin. Flat out.
It might be a bit unrelated, but I think it would be great if, in the new year, you could give players who were banned in the past a second chance to return to the game.
Dear Krampus, I'm sure you're aware
But there is a Zoner Messiah due to be born on Erie.
As one of the few wise men in the Sirius sector, I have been tasked with delivering gifts fit for a Space King. I have the Gold, but I cannot find Frankincense or Myrrh!
Please share your ephemeral knowledge with me.
When contending with a monster, you'd be wise to give the devil his due.
To the awe-inspiring Krampus,
Judge of Diligence and Neglect,
Terror of the Naughty, but Friend of the Righteous,
my name is Lina Vogt, nine years old, living in housing block 3-A of Planet New Berlin. I’m writing with very shaky fingers, because Mama told me I should only write to you if I am very brave and very honest, because you do not like children, who waste your time. I hope I am doing this right, and that you won’t be angry with me.
There are three things I want to tell you, things I wish for this year:
1. A more alert and active Rheinland government,
that listens to what its citizens need again. Many adults whisper — so no one hears — that applications collect dust and replies disappear for months. Maybe you can show them your strictness, so they work faster and more justly again.
2. That the promised expansion of Bioproduce processing finally happens.
Papa says that Bioproduce — all those important non-edible organic materials like fibers, wood-analogues, pulp and the sticky stuff they use for medicines and construction — is piling up unprocessed in some places and running short in others. If the government would finally approve the new harvesting and processing plans, the labor camps could work normal shifts again instead of exhausting the inmates. And the factories outside would get the Bioproduce they need to make enough Consumer Goods — clothes, housewares, toiletries and all the small everyday things that help people feel normal. If this delay goes on, everything will become even more expensive, and both workers and guards will grow restless. I don’t want anyone to suffer because important materials aren’t handled properly.
3. And better cloaking devices.
The old ones are slow and sometimes shimmer before they activate properly. Papa often flies patrol, and I’m scared that without good cloaking he can’t disappear quickly enough when an enemy arrives. If you enforce stricter discipline on the devices — the way you do with naughty children — I’m sure they’ll work much better.
I know that such wishes are only granted if one deserves them. So I must tell you this as well:
I always ate all my Synth Paste, even the grey one that tasted like slag.
I’ve never been criminally charged, not even a tiny bit, and that’s why I never had to dig ore in the Hammersee Mine. Mama says, that shows I’m a good child.
If you want, you can grant me just one wish. I’d already be thankful. But if you grant all of them, I promise to be even better next year - more careful, more obedient, and never causing trouble.
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