So it turns out that our fancy spaceship represents the very pinnacle of 19th century technology. I.e. it runs on fucking wood and coal. Serious. Decided to planet hop around the local neighborhood in my space steamship. I'm about to start gluing gears to tophats any goddamn second.
My first stop was a "moon" biome where I immediately froze to death because it's a moon. But not before arrowing some thing that looked like one of Zoidberg's larval forms in the neck. No screenshot of that because I was asphyxiating while trying to rid the world of an abomination.
The other world I can get to is a gigantic desert that happens to be level 8, so everything here can one-shot me, and my awesome Hunger Games IN SPACE gear loadout just isn't going to hack it. I'd hoped that I might have just lucked into a chest or a stronghold right next to the spawn point, but nah. I am therefore stripping it of its greatest natural resource: sand. Time to finally build that glass house everyone keeps telling me I live in.
Funny enough that dragon thing with a fucking HORNED SKULL FOR A FACE is completely docile. The goofy thing that looks like Machop with too many eyes, on the other hand? He's essentially a Skyrim troll at this point. Come to think of it, damn near everything looks like it could have been a Pokemon. Makes sense, considering that capturing critters is planned content.
