Due to tactical developments in orbit, we will need a light manned turret to cover our exit from the Neugarten gravity well. It will be deactivated by the gunner, who will re-enter Demeter via EVA, and the turret will be jettisoned just before you enter hyperspace. But it WILL BE NEEDED to leave this planet.
THIS IS A GO / NO GO REQUIERMENT. If it does not get built, the DEMETER WILL NOT ESCAPE NEUGARTEN.
Minifig scale machine.
MUST INCLUDE 4 autocannon gun barrels.
MUST INCLUDE 4 missles (small short range).
MUST INCLUDE 1 gunner in space suit, at gunners station within turret (inclosed, BUT SHOWN IN PHOTOS).
HINT: This is a LIGHT TURRET. Not a battleship turret.
HINT: You will all die if this does not get built.
DEADLINE: NOON 30 JUNE.
This is the LAST building challenge of Operation Exodus!
I would wish you luck Demeter, but the decision to survive is yours to make! No dice required!
Think, build, and live!
Quoting Kurt Barlow
-Spaceman Barlow, signing off.
To sacrifice your spot on the ship you built is a decision that you will be remembered and respected for. Perhaps, somehow, you will survive, but if you don't your sacrifice won't be in vain. Fare well. Permalink
Quoting Kurt Barlow
I hope Spaceman Adams is still in the game, since our sentinal Pauper's bowels have betrayed him to ruinous effect.
Build the turret, protect the Demeter! I shall stay behind and allow one of the unclean creatures to hijack my salvation.
Congratulations in advance to the Spaceman who delivers us in this challenge, be he veteran or rookie. You have my eternal thanks...what good a shipwright if his ship is destroyed by a "harvester fleet". I always thought of harvesting as a more personal matter.
DEMETER WILL LAUNCH!
I go now...to the unholy embrace of Neugarten's atmosphere, wish me well. Perhaps this won't be the end.
"But yet we see around us every day the growth of new beliefs, which think themselves new; and which are yet but the old, which pretend to be young. . . ."
Survivor Swinington regains consciousness slowly. The last thing he remembers was working on his proposed design for the Demeter’s light turret. This design was to be his ticket off of this dying world.
So much had happened so quickly. He had only arrived at this settlement a few hours earlier. They had literally welded the doors shut behind him.
They had slapped him on the back and said: 1 minute later and you would be banging on the door brother!
Then he learned that he had one and only one chance to earn a seat on the Demeter. He had only to post a design for a light turret before Noon on 30 June 2012.
All he really heard was 30 June 2012. He hadn't heard the "noon" part.
He was still working on the design 7.5 hours after the deadline when a siren sounded and the booming voice of Demeter’s AI echoed through the halls of this concrete and steel warren: "LAUNCH LAUNCH LAUNCH".
He sprang out from behind his make shift desk and ran for the door. As his had closed around the knob, the door burst off its hinges, knocking him to the ground. A wave of hot dry air filled the room in an instant, and he thought that he would be incinerated. The last thing he saw was the room’s single light fixture exploding. He slipped into the darkness, a stone statue plunging to the bottom of the sea.
He awoke, not sure how much time had passed. Minor burns covered his face and arms. There was no light, and he could not tell if he was blind or not. But his eyes burned fiercely.
After hours of digging, he was rewarded with a shaft of defuse light. An hour later, he climbed out of the rubble choked hallway and into a shallow crater that was only barely recognizable as the bay that had held the Demeter the day before.
He coughed. A slight tickle forming in the back of his thought.
He staggered into the open space, across the shattered floor, past gaping black holes in the concrete. A thick vapor, carrying the smell of hot death slowly wafted out of these shadowy pits. Twisted rebar lined the edges, all bending down, like boney fingers showing him the way.
The Demeter was gone.
He coughed again. It seemed he could not quite clear his thought. His head was aching and he was very thirsty.
Something stirred deep down in the shadows and vapor of the pit next to him. Unseen but audible.
Swinington’s turret design blew across the empty bay floor. A leaf in the wind…
Looks like Swinington was a little too late. What happened to Spaceman Barlow? He left yesterday... Permalink