Spacebase DF-9 reviews

Early Access Review Spacedate 9153: After nearly 400,000 Years of Cryosleep, I wake up with my Crew. We were promised Wealth and Happiness in the Pre-pulon Quadrant, but instead we find ourselves in the endless Soloes of the Universe. A few Asteroids hover near us ... Their Matter May prove useful later. The Oxygen Display of my Suit indicates to me that we only have 7 Hours to create a Home here ... No Time for Breaks, then. Spacedate 9155: Cheeseness and the others are in the process of varporing Nearby Asteroids to procure enough Matter for Further Construction. A Refinery, as well as 3 Oxygen Recyclers and a Food Replicator Have already been constructed. Next, we plan a Bedroom, as the cold Bottom of our Base is nothing compared to a real Bed. Spacedate 9158: The Bedroom stands. Sleep at Last! The Onboard Computer indicates that an unknown Flying Object is approaching, but I don't care ... I just want to rest for a moment. Spacedate 9159: Cheeseness and the others are dead. I hid in the Bedroom and dismantled the Doors out of Panic. The Flying Object was the Ship of three Space Pirates. Oh my god... This is going to be my End. Spacedate 9160: When the Pirates finished their Rampage and went into the Air Raids, I opened it as well as the Door to the Oxygen Recyclers and blew them into Space even before they could put on their Spacesuits. Cheeseness, that's for you. May you rest in Peace. Spacedate 9161: I'm lonely. Matter is coming to an End and I don't have Time to procure new ones as I have to take care of the Machines. The On-board Computer shows an approaching flying Object again. If they are Pirates again, I probably join them. Better than starving here. Spacedate 9164: The Flying Object was a SEED! Just like one like the one we had come here with. The Inmates were very friendly and wanted to join my Base immediately! They also called their Friends to join in. I believe that this Space station will still be a real Home. Spacedate 9166: We are already 21 People ... Madness. Best of all, We even have our own Bar! I can hardly believe my Luck. Spacedate 9167: An Asteroid Storm smashed our Bar and sucked 7 Crew members into Space. The whole Squad is grieving. Spacedate 9169: Pirates successfully fought off. Spacedate 9171: It goes uphill again. We have taken in a Terranan named Sato with us, who appears to be a gifted Scientist. He is currently researching pirate-proof doors. Spacedate 9173: Sato is dead. Parasite Infection. The Parasite is running Amok right Now. Our Security Man was murdered in his Sleep and the other Crew members have no Combat Experience whatsoever. All over. I sit in the Bedroom again and dismantle the Doors. Maybe I'll go into the Air Ruse afterwards and just let me drift into Space ...