 THE BUZZ
MysteryNewsDroid@Hotmail.com
Silence. Who said silence is
golden? All I know is that it's black. Empty like a rift
in the multiverse. Lonely. For the past week all I've
known is silence. I would wake daily, plug in my comm
unit and nothing. No chatter about who is seeing whom. No
tidbits about the Wolfpack Duke and his harem. No notices
for fighting events. Nothing. Void. What was Galinfenner
up to? Had he gone back to the kilt or was he still
borrowing leather from Felina's closet? And what was she
going to do when she found out that her whips and thigh
high boots were missing? What about the Fishy one? Was he
getting enough cheese? Was Duchess Sallyanne still
collecting her allowance from her self appointed dad,
Duke Ops? Where were the Czarina and her trouble making
duchymates? Was Xyli with child again? Had the green
saint returned? So many questions and yet no ready
answers. So this week, I have a request of you. What did
you do when the lights went out in Federation? Email me
and let me know at MysteryNewsDroid@hotmail.com. Winning
entries will get a prize.
~*~
Until next week, make DataSpace
your playground. I'm always watching!
QUIET MUSINGS
by Tarlcabot
I got into a discussion the other
day with another player, about which rank in the game is
the most ‘powerful'. The discussion was interesting,
because of the conclusions I was forced to draw in
thinking it over. In the past, when one could play Fed
for free on AOL, there were times when there were 700-800
players online at any given time. This certainly created
a vastly different social and game mechanics dynamic
then, than exists now. Back then it could be argued that
the highest rank – a ducal rank – was indeed
the most powerful. But times change, and so does the
dynamics of Fed. I would submit that – as the game
stands today – Explorer is the most powerful rank in
Fed.
I arrived at that conclusion, by
essentially starting at the top, and eliminating the
ranks as possibilities, working my way down. The ducal
rank is set up in such a way that the Duke/Duchess relies
heavily on the collective planet owners that comprise the
membership of his/her/its duchy. When there was a
plethora of poor people feverishly working their way up
the ranks, a Duke could be selective, and – if wise
in considering who to allow into His duchy – could
create a very powerful group of individuals that were all
very active in working and socializing within the game.
However, in today's Fed, the supply of poor people –
and thence, of potential planet owners – has
dwindled to the merest of trickles. It is the sad but
true case, that ducal types are brought to the point of
pouncing on any new planet owner as a potential member,
and being forced to hope that if the new PO decides to
join, that he will be a good, active member. Now granted,
a Duke could be patient and try to build a duchy as of
old, by still being selective, but it is not an
exaggeration to say that it would be an effort of months,
if not years, before he could build up a decent
membership of POs that share his ideals.
So what of planet owners? I am
taking the group, Squires through Barons, as a whole.
Leaving the purely social aspects aside, they are mainly
concerned with their exchanges, and making them produce
the greatest amount of groats in the shortest possible
time, that they may buy their next requisite builds. They
are little better than glorified traders and haulers,
with the only essential difference being that they are
working in the interests of the exchange they happen to
own, rather directly for their own pocketbooks. Think
about how a PO conducts his business... he buys
commodities and hauls them in (usually himself, as poor
haulers are few and far between) to fill ‘defs' in
the hopes that his planet will reward the effort, by
buying the defs at a profit. He also takes his excesses
and hauls them out, to trade on other exchanges. It's
your basic trader, with different motivation, and
slightly different mechanics of operation.
So let us look at Explorer. The
intrepid Explorer has darn near every benefit of the PO,
yet amplified, in many degrees. When he buys a commodity,
he buys them, 75 tons at time, as does a PO. He is not
limited to just one 20-bay warehouse, but may have 10 of
them. And yes, I know that there is a limitation on the
size of the bay he can build, but think about it. When
does a PO ever need to build a bay larger than a ship's
cargo bay in size, except when preparing to do a build?
Given that the Explorer intends to stay an Explorer, he
will never have need of such capacity. The Explorer can
remotely buy, to fill his warehouses... something the PO
can only do from his own planet. The Explorer also, very
importantly, can still own and operate factories while
trading. The Explorer is likely the most flexible trader
in all of Fed... and isn't trading the focal point of the
game?
But some would argue that there is
a social aspect that attracts players. That, to some,
trading doesn't matter at all. Fair enough, each has his
own likes and dislikes. However I would argue that even
in a social aspect, the Explorer excels above the other
ranks – where rank becomes an aspect of
socialization, in Fed. Consider... when a new company
owner arrives in Fed, what happens these days? A virtual
‘bidding war' ensues, with planet owners practically
begging to give high-profit factories to the CEO.
Oftentimes, incentives to choose to build on their planet
are thrown in (such as reimbursing the CEO for the cost
of the factories). If an Explorer were to so choose to
remain an Explorer, he could build factories, let them
run on a planet, until the planet promotes and moves on.
After which, he can sell off the facs, and move to help
yet another planet owner in the same way, indefinitely.
That affects a mechanic of the game – the trading
aspect – but don't try to tell me that doing so
would not make the Explorer a very popular guy... I will
laugh you right off of my landing pad.
Well I have run very long-winded in
this article, and I haven't even gone into the darker
aspects of why Explorers wield the most power in the
game, in my opinion. Perhaps I will save that for another
article. I am keenly interested in what others may think,
about the subject, so if you see me flying about the
galaxy, throw me a TB, maybe we can hit up the nearest
pub, have a drink or two, and chat...
ALSATIAN'S CRASH JOURNAL
By Fed's Canine Rabid Reporter, Occasional Planet
Reviewer, Permanent Resident of the Doghouse, and Keeper
of the Crash Journal
Crash Day -14
Meeting with Hazed. Gathered all mobiles able to
travel to Mars and faced off with the demi-goddess just
after maintenance shutdown. Topic: holidays for mobiles.
For years the demi-goddess has
granted short breaks now and then for newsdroids and
event hosts, but as the winter season of celebration
starts to draw near the mobiles are once again muttering
about her lack of consideration for those who, day in and
day out around the clock, have to continue to discharge
their duties in Sol. They walk up and down the streets,
they guard doors, and they wobble and tingle and scratch
on command for any DataSpace citizen that happens to
wander by. This morning they've collected together to
once again petition Hazed for just one little day of
relief.
Befitting my status as a former
mobile who auto-insures, I'm elected to plead their case.
The meeting was brief, resulting in
all the mobiles having to recycle and me having to use
that nifty auto-reinsure several times. Hazed is not
gentle when angered.
Crash Day -1
Reality and Fogg come up with a brainstorm.
Implementation begins immediately after maintenance in
the morning.
In the last two weeks resentment
has grown among the mobile population. Every time two
mobiles gather in one location there's whispering and
plotting. Meetings have ensued in those wee hours when
Sol is empty of Fedders, and a devious plan is hatched.
The hobo has a little bounce to his step this afternoon
and the cleaner is traveling at lightning speed
discharging his duties. Everyone is really pumped!
Crash Day
Morning maintenance: the scurry to recycle begins.
Plan requires more fur than expected, but Mario chips in.
Early afternoon – success!
Even before all the planets have
opened in the morning, the plan goes into action. Admiral
Katov grabs the first rabbit, I get the honor of
cornering the cat on its first recycle of the day, and we
both rush to Titan – rubbing fur in the wrong
direction as fast as we can. We pop the animals into the
Transuranics room and Katov scurries back to catch them
as they recycle again.
I left the door open a little too
long the first time and scurried out of the hospital.
By midmorning Mario and his
henchmen started rubbing grizzle fur to aid our efforts.
At noon you could hear the faint crackling of static if
you stepped out of your ship on Titan. We were tired, but
keeping pace with the recycled animals. My fur was
standing on end as well and I looked like a four-legged
version of Don King.
By mid-afternoon the what passes
for atmosphere on Titan was sizzling. We had sacrificed
18 black cats, 23 white rabbits, 4 grizzles, and one
aborted attempt at adding a tinguey (it went in alive but
static-free).
Finally the static charges of the
sacrificed animals reached a point where reaction with
the transuranic materials was inevitable. The heavy steel
doors of the radioactive rooms focused the force of the
reaction outward, towards the portals connecting the
outside world to DataSpace, and Fed was ours to enjoy
without accountability or supervision!
Crash Day +1
Mayhem in Sol as mobiles leave
their locations! No sign of Hazed yet.
The urban spaceman and nurse have
stepped out of their assigned locations and are starting
a little romance. She finally looks like she has found
what she has been looking for all these years and
comments are heard from passing mobiles about how they
need to get a room at Diesel's. On the other hand, the
cleaner has chosen to stop roving Sol and for the first
few hours took up kicking all those players still
ghosting in the Cantina. The mood is festive and all seem
to be enjoying the holiday!
Crash Day +2
Exchanges still producing – Vega and Pirate
have taken over hauling. Cat and rabbit in hiding.
During his kicking spree the
cleaner forgot to scrub the notice board and odd messages
from the mobiles are starting to pile up. Since few of
the mobiles come equipped with comm units the board has
become our primary source of communication. It looks like
the spaceman has moved on to the secretary and there's an
awful tirade from the nurse posted.
All of the ghosting Fedizens are
gone by now. The insurance companies have filed for
Chapter 11.
Crash Day +3
Holiday in the outside world, our first mobile
holiday in Fed.
We celebrated Thanksgiving in Fed
by running down every marsrat in Sol and barbequing their
little legs for appetizers. The cat, rabbit and grizzle
are still mysteriously missing, so the rest of our feast
came from the local exchange commodities. I'm not sure
what the Vega and Pirate shipped to us for our main
course, it all looked a little on the rancid side.
Crash Day +4
Dr. Fogg working overtime. Whoosh supply low.
Crash Day +5
Most mobiles recovered from feast-flu. Pirate
refuses to haul to exchanges and stockpiles mining
commodities in Arena.
The hospital has been overrun with
mobiles stricken with food poisoning from the feast. The
miner succumbed to an overdose of Whoosh and we just left
him in the tunnels. The cleaner refuses to pick up
anything and there's a hazard field of discarded soap and
coats on the streets of Earth. The last couple of days
have taken away some of our enthusiasm for our extended
holiday!
Crash Day +6
Very quiet in Sol, almost like having Fedizens
again.
Diesel is starting to worry me a
bit, she's stepped out to the porch of her establishment
and swings her bat in threatening manner at any mobile
that looks remotely male. The foreman hasn't been seen
for days and rumor has it that he's locked inside her
special rooms.
Someone tried to water the flower
with the only container of liquid left in Sol. Repairs
will have to be made from the acid burns left behind, but
no one is working.
Crash Day +7
Fights erupt over sandwich. Mars is bankrupt,
starving workthingies mass suicide under altar.
I'm hoarding the last sugar cube.
Crash Day +8
Air handlers on Titan shut down. Hydroponics lab
taken over by aphids, drug cartel makes comeback.
Diesel has left her establishment
and is now on the prowl in Sol and striking terror in
every mobile she meets. All 250 tons of stock left on
Titan expired in the absence of any atmosphere. The
emptiness of space is now littered with trash wrappers
that the cleaner will no longer pick up. It's getting
rough in here, we might not survive.
Crash Day +9
Objects and mobiles no longer
recycling. Most have succumbed to accidental or
intentional demise, population very scattered.
The only things I've seen since
yesterday are the cleaner – who has confiscated the
weeble for kick practice – and a very desperate
looking Diesel. I've gone into hiding, certain that
DataSpace will no longer exist within a few more days.
I'm hungry and writing my last will.
Crash Day +10
DataSpace takes a reboot.
Sometime today Bella applied her
considerable muscle to the transuranics door and opened
Fed back up to the outside world. I was in a semi-coma by
then and missed much of it, but reportedly Cptmartin was
the first Fedizen through the door – and was
immediately kicked by the cleaner and assaulted by
Diesel.
Hazed showed up shortly after and,
after surveying the mess, once again punted all the
mobiles into recycle and me back to the hospital in one
of the gap-backed gowns.
Everything appears to be getting
back to normal, although I noticed the cleaner still has
that little gleam in his eye that means it's ready to
kick back. The cat is a little harder to find and the
grizzle growling a little more than usual. And with any
luck, we'll celebrate Christmas by walking up and down
the streets, guarding doors, and wobble and tingle and
scratch on command!
THE BUZZ
MysteryNewsDroid@Hotmail.com
Tis good to know that some things
never change:
Your comm unit relays a message
from Devilish, "Shuddup."
Your comm unit relays a message from Pico, "You
shuddup."
Your comm unit relays a message from Devilish,
"No, You shuddup."
Your comm unit relays a message from Devilish,
"I know you are, but what am I."
Your comm unit relays a message from Pico,
"::yawns:: This is what it has come to."
Your comm unit relays a message from Pico,
"Quite pathetic if you ask me."
Your comm unit relays a message from Devilish,
"Aye."
A disturbing report came to light
recently. The Casino on the moon is fixed! After Konig
finally found the casino (yes it's STILL on the moon) he
was warned by recovering gambling addict, Paul, to beware
the fixed wheel.
Your comm unit relays a message
from Paul, "You should be aware, the wheel is
fixed so you lose."
Your comm unit relays a message from Malikmalik,
"It is?"
Your comm unit relays a message from Paul,
"yes."
Your comm unit relays a message from Konig,
"yeah i remember that from when i played along
time ago."
Your comm unit relays a message from Malikmalik,
"no way."
Your comm unit relays a message from Zyphr,
"Aren't all casinos? ;)"
Your comm unit relays a message from Paul, "you
can win a few times but over all you lose."
Your comm unit relays a message from Lazerus,
"there is a magnet on the table in that casino
so watch out."
After receiving some instruction,
all beams pointed to Konig to see if he was successfully
beating the fixed system.
Your comm unit relays a message
from Malikmalik, "gamble 14000 red."
Your comm unit relays a message from Greyspacewolf,
"lol...giving tips now Malik?"
Your comm unit relays a message from Malikmalik,
"LOL, He just doubled his money:)"
Your comm unit relays a message from Konig,
"does that work every time?"
Your comm unit relays a message from Paul,
"no."
Your comm unit relays a message from Jazir,
"Definitely no."
Your comm unit relays a message from Greyspacewolf,
"nope...you'll prolly lose it next time."
Your comm unit relays a message from Konig,
"anymore tips."
Your comm unit relays a message from Paul, "take
your winnings and leave."
Your comm unit relays a message from Greyspacewolf,
"this from the Malik who lost like 350megs
gambling?"
Your comm unit relays a message from Malikmalik,
"LOL he's on a hot streak."
Your comm unit relays a message from Paul,
"someday I'm gonna have to max out my groats in
hand and gamble it all on one spin."
Your comm unit relays a message from Greyspacewolf,
"and do what with the winnings there Paul?"
Your comm unit relays a message from Paul, "Good
point."
Your comm unit relays a message from Malikmalik,
"Quit while your ahead, that's my tip."
Your comm unit relays a message from Konig,
"thanx, lol."
Your comm unit relays a message from Paladin,
"you wouldn't say that if it was you,
Malik."
Your comm unit relays a message from Malikmalik,
"Well, I have a problem."
And what were the results of
Konig's great experiment at the Casino??
Your comm unit relays a message
from Konig, "anyone need any hauling done? I
need money, and there isnt any jobs."
Your comm unit relays a message from Paladin,
"ok..how much did you lose?"
Your comm unit relays a message from Konig, "i
made about 60000."
Your comm unit relays a message from Konig,
"lost a bunch of trader points though."
Your comm unit relays a message from Paladin,
"ouch!"
Your comm unit relays a message from Konig,
"yup."
Ming would be so proud!
A cry erupted in dataspace this
week:
Your comm unit relays a message
from Lazerus, "were the hell did earth
go!!!!!!!!!!"
The good news is that Earth hadn't
moved, Lazerus was still inside the Wolfy duchy, and
although the WoLfPaCk duke is charming, he was unable to
weasel the link for Earth from Ming.
From the files of how not to make
points with your fedmate:
Your comm unit relays a message
from Netmndr, "Hi Babe :)"
Your comm unit relays a message from Ladyagain,
"Babe? What am I? A little pig? ;)"
From the files of what did you do
when the stars went out in the multiverse:
Your comm unit relays a message
from Ibunyc, "i am suing fed ... do you know how
much stresss ive undergone in the last week ?"
Your comm unit relays a message from Scottric,
"Lol."
Your comm unit relays a message from Sistertwo,
"i know some people have Fed withdrawal. woke up
sweating and shaking. ;)"
Your comm unit relays a message from Ibunyc,
"plus ... my planet didnt continue to make
groats."
Your comm unit relays a message from Scottric,
"had the shakes there too ;)"
Your comm unit relays a message from Sistertwo,
"i was just so restless, no shakes tho. :)"
~*~
Until next week, make DataSpace
your playground. I'm always watching!
THE GREAT X-METALS CONSPIRACY
What ARE They Really Used For?
by Tarlcabot
I am a very good, dutiful Planet
Owner. I haul in defs, so my workthingies can consume,
like good consumers. I haul out my surpluses, in an
effort to make the odd groat or two. Your basic Fed
existence. Recently, I stumbled across an odd situation.
I had made warehouse bays of xmetals and happily went
off, to try and peddle my wares.
Those of you who actually work your
exchanges are probably already snickering up your sleeves
at me...
Also being a good Duchy member, I
attempted to help my fellow duchymates, by selling to
them,first - but no one was buying. Next, I attempted
Sol. Surely, I thought, someone in Sol was buying
xmetals... wrong again. Disconcerted, I began a very
methodical search. I went down the list of duchy and was
typing ‘c pri xmet' like mad... nothing. So there I
was, with 3600 tons of xmetals and nothing to do, with
them. I began pondering...
Who, exactly uses xmetals? For what
purpose? And, if no one is actually buying them, are they
used at all?
I finally decided that I
essentially had two choices. Either I could drive myself
mad, trying to figure it out, investigating all
possibilities, or do as any self-respecting newsdroid
would, and promptly brush the problem under the carpet
and move on to better things, such as who is splitting up
with whom, and which player got the best zing on another
on channel 9....
Don't you just love the loud bang
that resounds from your warehouse, when you mix
anti-matter, with anything? ~chuckles~
THE BUZZ
MysteryNewsDroid@Hotmail.com
Is there intelligent life in Fed?
Your comm unit relays a message
from Pico, "Its been days and still nobody has
anything intelligent to say."
Your comm unit relays a message from Pico,
"lol."
Your comm unit relays a message from Phedre,
"what else is new?"
Your comm unit relays a message from Phedre,
";)"
And still I haven't received any
entries to my FREE gig giveaway. So what else is new?!
I'm offering you a chance to get PUBLISHED and get some
groats for that build you've been dying to do, but alas,
my email box remains woefully empty. Come on folks! I've
offered you a chance to win a contest for best outfit,
best thing to do while you were locked out of the
multiverse and nada! So now, last chance for a gig:
What's YOUR gossip?? Send it in, get it published, win
some groats. Win the grand prize win a load of groats.
What are you waiting for?
Random thoughts from the WoLfPaCk
Duke:
Your comm unit relays a message
from Greyspacewolf, "I had to turn down the
invitation to BE the stripper ;)"
Your comm unit relays a message
from Greyspacewolf, "You might get angry army
rangers visiting you in the middle of the night to
perform a castration."
Your comm unit relays a message
from Greyspacewolf, "Just need a camcorder and a
willing partner."
Your comm unit relays a message
from Greyspacewolf, "YES!"
Your comm unit relays a message
from Greyspacewolf, "phshaw! Who wants to get
their hands dirty?"
You know that old tree in the
forest question?? Here's a new spin:
Your comm unit relays a message
from Circuitborg, "In space no one can hear you
scream! True! No one is listening. ::scream::"
Your comm unit relays a message from Paladin,
"quiet!"
Your comm unit relays a message from Newbod,
"I'll pretend I didn't hear it."
Your comm unit relays a message from Circuitborg,
"Now that's a surprise. There is life in
Fed."
The planet Remix opened again this
week. Rumor has it that the overlord has been missing in
action to escape the wrath of his Duchesse wife. Having
been blessed with a 24 hour kitchen pass, Farrell
disappeared without a trace for over 720 hours causing
much distress for not only the Duchesse, but also for her
many minions and her adopted father, Duke Ops. Farrell is
currently being held in the dungeons of Glenlion until he
fesses up about his whereabouts.
Speaking of missing, the Whipping
Hostess has gone AWOL. Her closet has been ransacked and
Galin has been seen sporting new leather goods. Rewards
have been offered and posted, but the signs seem to go
missing as soon as they're hung. Even more odd is some
prints found around Felina's windows. The prints are
definitely bunny-like raising fresh concern regarding
whether the bunny Mashimaro has escaped the asylum and
once again has not been taking his meds.
~*~
Until next week, make DataSpace
your playground. I'm always watching!
DEAR BUBBA
Advice For The Lovelorn And Other Bits Of Wisdom
By Bubba Beeblebrox
Dear Bubba,
I'm bored. It seems that all I do, anymore, is haul in
defs, haul out surpluses, and wait for my treasury to
grow enough to do another build. Is this all there is, to
Fed life?
Signed,
Frustrated Fedder
Dear Frustrated,
My dear boy, you are so far behind the times that it
would be laughable, if it weren't so pitiful. Let Uncle
Bubba clue you in...
What you need to do is what every
good citizen of Fed does – suck up to the Barons and
Baronesses that abound in the game, and get them to
finance your builds for you. There are so many of the
Baronial types around Fed, that there is absolutely no
reason that you should not be doing AT LEAST one build a
day. My word, I know people that have done 3 or 4 builds
a day. Get on the ball, boy! Get to the point where you
are a Baron, yourself, and then you can do what REALLY is
important, in Fed... finance other poor saps, to get them
to a Baronial rank, so that you can share your miseries,
with them.
Love,
Bubba
ALSATIAN'S FED II FACTS
by Fed's Canine Rabid Reporter, Occasional Planet
Reviewer, Permanent Resident of the Doghouse, and
Purveyor of New Fed Rumors
Getting the attention of Hazed the
last few weeks has been only slightly harder than trying
to burn wet snow. She's been in Chez Diesel quite a bit
lately, and of course I assumed it was because she had
sorely missed the companionship of her canine newshound.
The first time I saw her I sat
politely at the side of her booth, stirring up dust motes
with my frantically wagging tail until she noticed me
– oh, about 3 hours. She managed a vague wave in my
direction, never missing a pen-stroke on the documents
she had surrounded herself with.
Maybe she needs some help cleaning
up all these papers, I thought. So I grabbed one nearest
the edge and scurried several dozen feet away, head down
and butt up in an invitation for a rousing game of
keep-away.
She noticed my efforts, waved
again, and returned to her work without even
acknowledging there was a game afoot. She didn't even
bother to wave with all her fingers that time.
It was time to pull out the big
guns. In my case those big guns are my favorite rawhides,
thoroughly chewed until both ends have been reduced to
slobbery glue. I dug up my favorite and dropped it in her
lap.
The insults that flew in my
direction along with the rawhide made me think Hazed must
have switched to a diet of sour milk and paregoric, and I
got another one of those not-quite-all-the-fingers wave.
Well, if the demi-goddess wasn't
here to play maybe she needed some help with her work. I
found I could filch papers from the bottom of her growing
pile without her noticing at all, and some of those
papers really needed my special kind of editing help. In
particular there was one entitled "New Fed FACS
for Publication."
I helped that document a lot.
New Fed FACS for Publication
Stardate 212907:720
When will the New Fed be released?
For canines, it will be the week before Christmas. For
players, it will be released just prior to the Martian
invasion.
Will it have all the features of
old Fed?
Of course, it could. But many of those features are
useless to canines so we've dropped bars, cats,
hospitals, board jobs, ranks, planets without trees, the
loo on Earth, Dr. Fogg, Martians, political parties, all
receptionists, any mobile that carries a tool or blunt
instrument, and the Cantina. Commodities will be reduced
to only woods and hauling will be referred to as Fetch
Sticks.
What can we do in new Fed?
You can hunt for treats to feed the German Shepherd. You
can also offer your leg for some loving at any time.
How much will it cost to play the
new Fed?
You have to bring an ERS-7 or newer model of an Aibo
Robotic Dog with you to start the game. Said Aibo should
be sacrificed to the Incoming Players Committee
(Alsatian). They are available for $1599 US, or $40 US a
month for the rest of your life (in dog years). Groats
are not accepted.
What kind of characters can I play
in the new Fed?
Female canines only. You can choose among fancy Poodles,
sleek Dobermans, exploring Beagles, or subservient
Labradors. The Character Selection Committee (Alsatian)
must approve your selection before you can start play.
What if I want to be a cat?
You will automatically DD every time you log in. Deaths
will no longer be by Arix knife, but will be slow,
drawn-out, and a very painful processes. Make sure you
deposit your Aibo before you die.
Will macros be allowed in the new
Fed?
Only one, the give biscuit to Alsatian macro.
Can I still play the old Fed?
Is there anyone still out there playing it now?
On other subjects, I hope you all have a wonderful
holiday season. If you need some Christmas cheer, check
out the Physics carols on IRS (south of the landing pad)
or the Twelve Days of Christmas on Honshu (east and north
of the landing pad).
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