I wanted to share a relatively short game of (personal-modded) 1.9.1. To give it a unique character, I'll do so in verse.
We live in harmony on our garden planet,
With its rich soil and its abundant light.
Still, even though we are a rooted species,
We were attracted by the stars at night,
Deciding that we can't stay still forever,
And wishing to expand our noble nation,
We gathered all our resources
To build the innovative wormhole station.
Our ships were jumping to and from the system,
Surveying more and more unknown realms.
We found strange new life in these new planets,
We were intrigued, but overwhelmed.
The strange grimacing planet was terrific,
(Perhaps, the proper word was "terrifying"),
But we did not have the required knowledge
To stabilize it, even though we tried.
When we investigated anomalies,
We couldn't be too careless or too fearful.
That's why we so admired Petals of Olive,
Who walked the middle way by being careful.
Our scientists discussed a vital matter:
Where should we guide our scientific steering?
After some long and sober contemplation,
We focused on studying Engineering.
All planets have a harsh and fickle nature,
Lifeforms arise and die in brutal strife.
Still, there's nothing like the quiet wonder
Of nature giving birth to A New Life.
One wormhole was not enough to cover
The wide and vast infinity of space.
We had to build yet more of these great structures
To keep exploring at a decent pace.
Sometimes we fail to pick a good approach
To all the strange phenomena we meet.
Why did these satellites fall to their fiery ending?
Our knowledge is sadly incomplete.
Tiyanki whales were placid, harmless beings
That were majestic in their own way.
It would be wrong to hunt them or to hurt them
On their slow-paced though-the-space forays.
Some systems, despite not containing planets
With any life, or a promise of it,
Were rich in many minerals and metals
Fire-forged in extreme volcanic heat.
(The last line especially applies to Arayya II)
It seemed to be a strange, confusing joke,
It certainly was an amusing lark,
That some of minerals we used for building
Are really nothing but some alien junk.
We were astonished to find out
That a bare planet, featureless and smooth,
Was a large egg from some unknown creature.
It was quite shocking, but it was the truth.
This is a trade quite nasty and disgusting!
It simply doesn't cease to nag and grate:
How horrible should be a thinking creature
To pillage, raid, destroy, rob and pirate?
Philosophers are contemplating nature,
Musicians are composing glorious chants...
But none are so precious and important
As those who work at basic power plants.
We live in harmony on our garden planet,
With its rich soil and its abundant light.
Still, even though we are a rooted species,
We were attracted by the stars at night,
Deciding that we can't stay still forever,
And wishing to expand our noble nation,
We gathered all our resources
To build the innovative wormhole station.
Our ships were jumping to and from the system,
Surveying more and more unknown realms.
We found strange new life in these new planets,
We were intrigued, but overwhelmed.
The strange grimacing planet was terrific,
(Perhaps, the proper word was "terrifying"),
But we did not have the required knowledge
To stabilize it, even though we tried.
When we investigated anomalies,
We couldn't be too careless or too fearful.
That's why we so admired Petals of Olive,
Who walked the middle way by being careful.
Our scientists discussed a vital matter:
Where should we guide our scientific steering?
After some long and sober contemplation,
We focused on studying Engineering.
All planets have a harsh and fickle nature,
Lifeforms arise and die in brutal strife.
Still, there's nothing like the quiet wonder
Of nature giving birth to A New Life.
One wormhole was not enough to cover
The wide and vast infinity of space.
We had to build yet more of these great structures
To keep exploring at a decent pace.
Sometimes we fail to pick a good approach
To all the strange phenomena we meet.
Why did these satellites fall to their fiery ending?
Our knowledge is sadly incomplete.
Tiyanki whales were placid, harmless beings
That were majestic in their own way.
It would be wrong to hunt them or to hurt them
On their slow-paced though-the-space forays.
Some systems, despite not containing planets
With any life, or a promise of it,
Were rich in many minerals and metals
Fire-forged in extreme volcanic heat.
(The last line especially applies to Arayya II)
It seemed to be a strange, confusing joke,
It certainly was an amusing lark,
That some of minerals we used for building
Are really nothing but some alien junk.
We were astonished to find out
That a bare planet, featureless and smooth,
Was a large egg from some unknown creature.
It was quite shocking, but it was the truth.
This is a trade quite nasty and disgusting!
It simply doesn't cease to nag and grate:
How horrible should be a thinking creature
To pillage, raid, destroy, rob and pirate?
Philosophers are contemplating nature,
Musicians are composing glorious chants...
But none are so precious and important
As those who work at basic power plants.
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