At present, we mourn the lack of one thing nice. A quiet little spot in the midst of a giant galaxy. A puddle that merely wished that will help you and was at all times there, prepared to offer. And now, following Bethesda’s newest Starfield patch, it’s gone. Gone, however not forgotten.
Shortly after the discharge of Bethesda’s huge area RPG Starfield, gamers found an exploit that had appeared in earlier video games developed by the studio was alive and nicely on this latest one. In Akila Metropolis, in the midst of a dust street, was a small puddle of mud. And should you bought near this puddle, and gave it a second of your time, it will offer you the whole stock of a close-by store due to a “service provider chest” that was buried underground there…however not buried deeply sufficient.
This small, humble puddle supplied many gamers, myself included, with stacks of free-to-grab ammo, credit, and different precious gadgets that would then be resold to different distributors or hoarded for later use. After a couple of days, the puddle would refill its gadgets, by no means stopping you from getting what you wanted. A hero in contrast to every other.
And now it’s useless. Bethesda killed it in Starfield’s 1.7.33 patch. Additionally useless after that patch: one other widespread money-making exploit that relied on a equally easy-to-reach service provider chest. A darkish day for us all.
I’ll always remember that magic mud puddle. It supplied me with so many weapons that I bought to a close-by vendor for further credit. Numerous aliens and pirates throughout a whole bunch of planets lay useless and rotting due to the ammo supplied by that once-glorious magic mud puddle. I made a behavior of at all times visiting the puddle to seize some items and say howdy to it each time in Akila Metropolis. It was good. In a universe so chilly and crammed with dying, the puddle—my puddle—stood out. A relentless. A beacon of hope. One thing everyone might depend on, it doesn’t matter what.
Now I concern what I’ll discover the subsequent time I land on that dirtball. As a substitute of some mud-covered hope buried in a pleasant puddle, I’ll discover the empty corpse of a buddy, of somebody who by no means let me down, murdered by a software program replace. Relaxation in peace, Magic Puddle. You had been too good to final without end in such a merciless world.