April 14, 2024

At the moment, we mourn the lack of one thing nice. A quiet little spot in the midst of an enormous galaxy. A puddle that merely wished that will help you and was all the time there, prepared to offer. And now, following Bethesda’s newest Starfield patch, it’s gone. Gone, however not forgotten.

Shortly after the discharge of Bethesda’s large area RPG Starfield, gamers found an exploit that had appeared in earlier video games developed by the studio was alive and properly on this latest one. In Akila Metropolis, in the midst of a mud street, was a small puddle of mud. And in the event you received near this puddle, and gave it a second of your time, it will give you all the stock of a close-by store due to a “service provider chest” that was buried underground there…however not buried deeply sufficient.

This small, humble puddle supplied many gamers, myself included, with stacks of free-to-grab ammo, credit, and different helpful gadgets that would then be resold to different distributors or hoarded for later use. After a number of days, the puddle would refill its gadgets, by no means stopping you from getting what you wanted. A hero in contrast to every other.

And now it’s lifeless. Bethesda killed it in Starfield’s 1.7.33 patch. Additionally lifeless after that patch: one other widespread money-making exploit that relied on a equally easy-to-reach service provider chest. A darkish day for us all.

Bagpipe Grasp

I’ll always remember that magic mud puddle. It supplied me with so many weapons that I offered to a close-by vendor for additional credit. Numerous aliens and pirates throughout tons of of planets lay lifeless and rotting due to the ammo supplied by that once-glorious magic mud puddle. I made a behavior of all the time visiting the puddle to seize some presents and say good day to it each time in Akila Metropolis. It was good. In a universe so chilly and crammed with demise, the puddle—my puddle—stood out. A continuing. A beacon of hope. One thing all people may depend on, it doesn’t matter what.

Now I concern what I’ll discover the subsequent time I land on that dirtball. As an alternative of some mud-covered hope buried in a pleasant puddle, I’ll discover the empty corpse of a pal, of somebody who by no means let me down, murdered by a software program replace. Relaxation in peace, Magic Puddle. You have been too good to final perpetually in such a merciless world.


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