Three quarters of the prismatic armour I put on the front as its only decoration has disappeared, presumably through this friction. When the storage box is full of ore the front of the buggy scrapes visibly on the ground. ![]() I have built a primitive moon buggy with a solar panel roof that would probably sear my flesh to the bone every time I took a left turn. All this was made possible by one thing: the buggy. It's so heavy that it caused the entire refinery to lift into the air at about 10 degrees. I have built a long tube across all three axes that hoovers up iron ore as I drill it and sends it to my refinery. I have dug a haphazard mine shaft with a ladder all the way down to a vein of cobalt. I have not built a functional robot city sustained by a perpetual motion generator. I have not built a scale model of the Burj Khalifa. Well, first I had to figure out how the game worked, which was needlessly difficult, but whinge moan complain, that's not what I'm here to talk about. But I started on a Mars-y orange planet (I am assured that Mars is not actually red, just its atmosphere), and had to get to space first. I had plans to fly around in space exploring, salvaging, and maybe pirating some rich jerks. For reasons, Space Engineers got its hooks into me last week.
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