An Unexpected Setting Renaissance
[Image drawn in MS Paint(?)]
Using Korea as a baseline, corvettes are in the 80-meter range,
frigates come in a little over 120 meters — so just past 1.5× —
and destroyers hit 160 or 170 meters, which is another 1.5× jump, so it's not totally off-base.
And like that series dump post said earlier, every faction has different sizes anyway, so you gotta factor that in too lol
With countless mil-dorks and real-life navy nerds who'd had nothing better to do suddenly charging in, declaring it a glorious time for lore-crafting, a thoroughly unseasonable setting renaissance was well and truly underway.
And watching it unfold, the newbie players were starting to grasp why a character type called "Supers" even existed in this SF fleet combat game — and how the lore actually backed it up.
[Image of a twin-tailed beautiful girl making a heart with both hands]
Separate from how hot they are, I'm just gonna say it — having Supers like these show up in an SF fleet combat game always felt straight-up weird.
At least some of them fire beam cannons like they are the ship, or throw out buff auras, so they actually help the fleet.
But close-combat Supers? Setting-wise, didn't they seem completely unnecessary? That's what I kept thinking.
Then I saw those ship sizes, and that clip from the third-place match of Ignis capturing five destroyers in fifteen minutes, and it hit me.
Oh. That's why the fuck we need them.
"Fascinating. So that's why they say the presence or absence of Supers can turn the tide of a battle."
"Pretty much, yeah."
As I scrolled through the gallery, Jessica — watching over my shoulder — brought up the topic with a curiously sparkling look in her eyes, reacting with genuine interest.
And with lore-obsessives keeping the conversation going not just in the gallery but across the entire chat window, I felt a satisfaction I hadn't known in a very long time. For once, the gallery wasn't dominated by grandma-and-grandpa shippers, child-enthusiast weirdos, furries, gay-on-gay shippers, and scat fetishists. Actual, normal discussion topics were carrying the day.
Of course, even in the middle of all that…
[Image of a smiling toad]
Brought you something insane
[gif that turns into a grandpa-shit meme after 5 seconds]
I hadn't even said out loud that I was glad that stuff was gone yet…!
Call it undeserved misfortune if you want. The moment some aggro-baiting little shit insisted on dropping a gore-post even now, I immediately slapped a fifteen-day ban on every community function he had access to, deleted the thread, and went hunting for other posts to purify my contaminated vision and memory.
And while I was searching for something — anything — to restore my mental health…
[gif of someone walking aimlessly while the battleship's bridge never gets any closer]
I'm starting to lose it out here…
As it turned out, the "lost child on the battleship deck" — the very spark that had set this whole discussion rolling — was actually that clan's vice leader. And after nobody had bothered to go save him for this entire time, a clan member happened to stumble across his newly posted thread and, purely by coincidence, managed to find him.
[Image of someone flashing a V-sign with the back of their hand facing the camera]
One of our clan members sent a corvette and I made it out
My adjutant is about to beat the absolute hell out of my back for leaving my comm unit behind when I disembarked, so I can't write more. Sorry
Having somehow escaped that vast battleship deck and posted a victory selfie to prove it — declaring he'd made it safely back into the arms of his family — I felt exactly like a YouTube reaction viewer watching a runaway pet come home.
And in the middle of all that…
[Screenshot of the victory selfie]
Doing a V-sign with the back of your hand is the British version of flipping someone off, isn't it
Most people tore into the anonymous poster over that take on the victory selfie, calling it a stretch… but it wasn't long before, a short while later—