'No Man's Sky' swaps fetch quests and missions for a living, breathing universe of infinite possibility'

This looks great.. it sounds a bit like EVE but more bigger and planets are involved.
The game Will be available on the PS4 however Hello Games have left the option of bringing the game to other platforms open.. which I hope will come to PC.

Still in development however, so probably going to take forever.. but the response they got at the E3 2014 conference will hopefully move the development on faster :P


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I cannot wait! a massive fan of Mass effect trilogy and Dragon ages.. Ive been missing exploring and jumping into these sort of games.
and glad they are still making for ps3 gen

This link to the Inquisition website is to an interview/profile regarding their first fully-gay male romance interest! Dorian, a Tevinter Mage.

http://www.dragonage.com/#!/en_US/news/character-profile-dorian

Nicely done Bioware!

Been looking forward to Inquisition for a while, even though I have not actually finished either of the first two (despite many many hours playing both).

Jason
@AmbientSilence

And a new trailer:

Open beta starts July 3rd.

Chapter XXXI: Sudden Gentleness

The transparent shield covering the cloning vat retracted. The warm jelly of the growth medium drained partly, exposing the clone's head to the air for the first time.

Semil hovered over the controls at the side of the tub, keyiing in commands slowly and deliberately, watching the clone intently between each keystroke sequence. Beneath him, in the tub, the Renvar clone had grown to his adult size, naked and motionless in the translucent glow of the lavender growth medium.

Semil looked across the tub at K'vot, who nodded his assent. Semil reached in and pulled the respiratory regulation probe from the nose of the clone, a long thin tube training behind it.

He keyed in a short sequence of commands - stimulation of only a few nuclei in the midbrain should be enough...

The clone loudly sputtered and wheezed, clearing his lungs involuntarily of the thick jelly bath. Its eyes fluttered uselessly, his limbs thrashing slightly out of reflex and disorientation. The coughs took several minutes to quiet, sounding less liquid, replaced by heavy, rapid breaths.

Semil looked up at the biomonitor displays. He had witnessed this process before in previous lifetimes. He had welcomed his Vorta bretheren back to the world of the living before - but he had never been the one to guide them through the process, from cryonically preserved embryo to full activation. Vorta didn't have parents. But this not being his area of expertise, Semil wondered to himiself whether this vague 'pride' feeling he was experience would be described as 'parental' by other species which relied on less precise methods of procreation.

Biology could be so distasteful sometimes, especially when it wasn't tightly controlled and regulated.

The clone settled, tired from his exertion.

Semil looked over at K'vot, seeking reassurance, and spoke slowly and deliberately, in Dominionese. "Renvar. Your name is Renvar."

The clone lay in the vat, unblinking. It was not clear if he could hear or understand.

"Do you know where you are?"

The clone opened its mouth silently, concentrating very hard on creating speech, but not entirely sure how to proceed. The words spilled out, wet and slurred. "Cloooone. Clooooooning. Vaaaaat."

"Good. That's good. You're right." Semil paused, unclear how to proceed. "You should rest. Let your eyes finish maturing. We will have much to discuss later. But for now, build your strength."

K'vot assessed Semil, unclear where this sudden gentleness had sprung from.
The clone opened its eyes, unfocused and unseeing. In some manner of instinct, he turned to gaze at Semil - at least where his voice was coming from.

"Wwwhhoo..? Who aaaare yoooou...?"

Semil paused, the answer not yet formed in his own mind.

New Aegis Set stats are out!

I think this will make an interesting component for Borg defense :silly:

Chapter XXX: Functional Knowledge

Semil sat up with the startled immediacy of someone surprised by their own dozing off. A brief moment of disorientation passed over him before he remembered he was at the analysis station in the converted cargo bay.

He looked about. Neither K'vot nor Ak'pak were about - he was essentially alone in the darkened room.

Semil lazily stretched his arms overhead, twisting his spine one way then the other, a couple of vertebrae cracking and popping from the exertion.

He turned his attention back to the computer monitor. The cognitive engraftment simulation had returned another failure result. Semil sighed deeply in frustration, resting his hands with locked fingers atop the crown of his head.

He stared at this most most recent in a string of failures. Twenty-three consecutive simulation programs, all ending the same - leaving a pile of useless digital neurons.

He turned his gaze over to the cloning vat at the other end of the smallish room, indicators and displays glowing and blinking. He stood, and stepped over to the largish instrument - another, more decadent species might have labelled the resemblance to a highly modified bathtub.

Inside, beneath the transparent cover, the lavender growth medium bubbled viscously. A lone humanoid figure occupied the space - a naked humanoid, its eyes shut, approximately a young adolescent in growth.

The vented ears denoted it as a Vorta. They had transferred the growing fetus from the jar into the cloning vat only eight days ago. Vorta did not need to mature anywhere near as fast as Jem'Hadar - much greater care was taken in the neurosynaptic templating.

The initial base installationof simple skillsets - language, motor reflexes - had gone off effortlessly. The prepackaged backups were designed to be as easy as possible to operate. But those skills would be useless without higher cognitive functions to integate them, and that window was rapidly narrowing.

The Klingons had salvaged what equipment they could, and jury rigged what was missing. Enough of an obstacle to make sure this process would not be as seamless as Semil had hoped.

What are we missing?

Niether K'vot nor Ak'pak were any help in this matter, other than to offer brusque grunts of acknowledgment, and deny knowledge of any further technology or data that could be helpful.

A dedicated Vorta cloning technician would have been a help - but then that's why they chose to start with the Renvar clone. His skillsets would prove useful in refining the process. An experienced enough cloning tech could remember more functional knowledge of these techniques than even K'vot could...

The train of drifting thoughts had inadvertently led Semil to his intended destination.

Of course they're hiding something. And it's obvious - the Augment vectors.

Semil remembered something. He had hidden -- he hadn't even bothered to check if it was still there. He looked around to double-check he was alone, and reached down into his boot. There, in the seam, he found the isolinear storage chip he had pilfered from the detention facility he had awoken in all those months ago. The boots were reinforced - in some ways, he was almost as surprised that K'vot hadn't found it, as he was that he had managed to forget its existence.

He loaded the chip into a port, and began browsing the file directory, opening a folder labelled 'Augment'.

I am sorry I missed the livestream however started on the video replay! Subscribed!

I'd like to see just how well I can do in PvP with the USS Phantom now :)

Not using the Dreadnaught (as in the sig). Using a Fleet Assault Cruiser.

The Livestream is now on Youtube
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLZlWofQdaKaHWaAX78IIUJokS5ANhZvNw

Chapter XXIX: Narrow Window

Like the rest of the facilities on the Vaq'ghol, the cargo bay was small and cramped. Even in comparison to a Jem'Hadar Attack Fighter. On a larger ship, it could pass for a utility closet. The room had largely been cleared of cargo, however. K'vot and the ship's doctor hunched over a dimly lit work bench.

The Colonel motioned Semil over. "Perhaps you have not met Dr. Ak'pak." K'vot motioned absent-mindedly at the otherolder, clearly wizened Klingon. The ship's HaqwI'.

"I don't think I've had the pleasure." These kinds of social niceties were reassuring in their way, maybe even moreso in an environment where it was clear no one meant them.

"Likewise."

All the while, K'vot's attention had not lifted from the readout of the scanner he had trained on one of the Dominion clone canisters, standing upright on the table. "What can you tell us about this?"

Semil bent over to appraise the round smooth surface more closely. He was sure K'vot could read the labeling in Dominionese, but then - he was also used to small routine tests at every opportunity. "Vorta." This was immediately obvious - the Jem'Hadar containers were much smaller and more densely packed - being more disposable even in inception.

The status light on the canister blinked a slow, dull green. It was active. "A Civil Engineer. Grade 4E. Named Sorgen." He squinted at the fine print. "Low batch number, too. Only a couple of clones deep on this line."

K'vot rolled another canister across the table. "And this one?"

"Ondara. She's a Grade 3C Warp Field Mechanics Specialist. Probably extensive experience on her, too judging by how many copies."

K'vot slowly considered Semil. "We were able to recover about a dozen of the Vorta cryotubes. And about 50 more of the Jem'Hadar ones."

"And the others...?"

"Non-viable."

There was a strange solemnity to the moment for Semil. It wasn't grief - Vorta and Jem'Hadar were disposable by design. What could it be then? To feel for these clones, long since dessicated and decayed. Their forebearers, on the far side of the galaxy.

Of the few other items in the room, K'vot motioned towards the cloning vat. "And that. I understand cloning technology is not in your..." K'vot searched for the word "primary programming. But do you think you can get it operational?"

"You intend to activate more clones?"

K'vot was silent.

"How many more do you intend to activate?"

Still, the Klingon did not answer. Instead, he reiterated "Can you do it?"

Semil stepped over towards the large tub, its consoles dark and weathered, in order to inspect it. It had clearly been in better shape. Maybe the Klingons had salvaged it from a wreck, or one of their raids on former Cardassian worlds. In either case, it looked like the oligopeptide assembly processors were still intact. The leads on the osmotic microregulators were corroded, but easily replaceable. And this model was designed to adapt to Cardassian power sources, so that took that obstacle off the list. "I think so."

"Dr. Ak'pak will provide you with any assistance you may require."

Semil exchanged nods with the Doctor.

"There's something else you should know. About the cryotubes."

K'vot nodded, as if he had anticipated it to some degree. "Upon examination, we've found an incredibly sophisticated nanocrystalline fluid lattice memory storage system. We've been trying to decode the encryption..."

Semil interrupted him quietly. "They're memory engrams." This quieted K'vot, catching his attention. "Well, emergency backups at least. If the previous clone's body wouldn't be available as a template - in an emergency, these backups can serve to imprint at least basic skillsets, cognitive function. It's not as robust as a complete memory engram pattern, but it's better than nothing."

The Vorta motioned to an outcropping of probes and hardware to the side of the cloning vat. "We'll need to get the engrammatic programming interface working before anything else. These backups are meant to engraft during a relatively narrow window during the cloning process."

"So the engrams won't take once the clone is matured?"

"Not as well, no."

K'vot motioned for Ak'pak. "Then you'll need to work quickly."

Ak'pak produced another canister from a large cabinet nearby - this one significantly larger than the cryotubes. As it came into Semil's view, it was clearly less a canister, and more of a jar. Inside, a fetus floated in a viscous lavender bath, a weightless curl to its body. Its blind eyes shut, tubes and probes ran from various orifices into the base of the unit. Unaware of its world, the being gave a slight kick.

Semil immediately recognized the vented ears.

I liked the game for a little while. I bought the Spiderman pack during beta and before playing him and realising I didn't like how they did Spiderman's gameplay. I was also disappointed that, even though I bought the expensive spiderman pack, I don't get the new spidey costumes as they are released.

I suppose I should have gone with the uber expensive everything pack, but with how little I play it after losing interest, I suppose it's better I didn't

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Alright, I booked my hotel room and got my tickets. I'll see you all in Vegas.

Awesome, gonna be so much fun. Milmar, I think there's a large contingent of UK Fleeties going in 2016, or once you're settled in your new job, you can always come next year. :)

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I installed it and played a little bit. Ugh, it just feels so old, does that make sense? The janky controls and the isometric perspective. As someone who prefers Marvel, I wish they had something similar to DC Universe Online.

Truthfully, I expect it's an extension of the larger trend in MMO gaming towards greater casualness.

There are great multiplayer Marvel games... for consoles.

This online adaptation just feels like a more blatant F2P;P2W cashgrab than anything else.

I installed it and played a little bit. Ugh, it just feels so old, does that make sense? The janky controls and the isometric perspective. As someone who prefers Marvel, I wish they had something similar to DC Universe Online.

Chapter XXVIII: Existential Spiral

Semil rested on the small hard bunk of his small quarters fitfully. It was his fourth day of being confined to them. Not that he had anywhere aboard he was interested in being.

The Mess Hall maybe made for a change of scenery, even if Klingon food was still an experience to be tolerated rather than enjoyed.

He had no real duties on the Bridge, other than reporting in to K'vot. Occasionally, he would have popped in, just to watch and observe quietly, accumulating mental notes of the bridge officers' routines and duties.

The officers and crew of the Vaq'ghol had a mutually unspoken agreement of ignoring Semil, an arrangement he was tacitly complacent to oblige. Maybe they were under orders.

He had considered helping himself to the sparring gymnasium, if he'd have had any partners to spar with. He imagined the crew might not have been particularly agreeable on this point.

It wasn't until he'd lost his free run of the small ship that he'd realized he'd missed the privilege.

The reading he'd told himself he would occupy his time with - he hadn't much felt like actually following through with. What he had picked up, he'd mostly skimmed. To be sure, the Alpha Quadrant had seen some interesting development since his last clone - Gorn conquest and annexation, Klingon infighting, the Romulan schism. The Federation of course, could be counted on to be as boring and insipid as ever.

Still, there was the one topic he couldn't bring himself to broach in much detail. After the signing of the Treaty of Bajor - such little mention was made of the Dominion. Occasional refrences back to the War. But retreating back into the Gamma Quadrant, sublimating back into the aether of hearsay and rumor.

He had found reading the chapters on the War strangely dispassionate - even the events he was there for, or at least could remember. The First Battle of DS9. The Tyra system. The Betazed system. The words on his PADD were clinical, aseptic. But not much more so than the fragmented scattering of sights and sounds - memories, he supposed that they were attached to.

In previous lifetimes, studying the history of previous clones was a critical preparatory exercise for a Vorta. How better to avoid repeating the mistakes of the past, than to remember having made those mistakes in the first place?

He was reasonably certain it was an exercise no Vorta had ever had to do from someone else's history book.

His communicator chimed. "Semil. Report to Cargo Bay 3."

The Vorta rose, straightening his tunic, glad to be called away, pulled free from this particular existential spiral.

Try this:

www.youtube.com/user/WhiteOnmyoji/videos

This sounds interesting to me. As a major Cruiser user. Although not really into PVP usually.

I think this starts about 1am Sunday UK time? But is there any chance for a recording/VOD version as well?
May sound dense but if on Twitch I never seem able to watch older vids on it. Maybe as I do not have a Twitch account.

So so jealous :(