HereThereEverywhere wrote:/pray to bring life back into this beautiful beast
You pray but find no beast. Nor do you find beauty. Just a washed up old cat and a group of tired, hungry people on deck, wanting only their free will.
Multiuniverse wrote:"Let's go towards that black blob"
Sadly, your words fall once more on deaf ears. The ship wreck is not to be investigated. The origin of the cat is not to be discovered, the main land is not to be reached. The Covenant's journey is never to end.
Spoiler:This game is fairly dead, and as you may have noted, I myself have had trouble being an active host. I can't really justify that, as I made the conscious decision to start the game when I knew I wouldn't have adequate time to host it. While I will have time in the future, reviving a dead game sucks. Not all players would want to return to a game that's dead, my own ideas for the game will have changed and might not be cohesive, and a revived game personally starts to feel like a chore. I'm sorry to disappoint anyone with the way I've run this, but it is time to pull the plug. RIP Mutiny 6. May your next host do you justice.
Crossing the Bar - Alfred Tennyson
Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea; But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell When I embark; For, though from out our bourne of time and place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.