On our way down from Hue we stopped at several places. The first was a small old bridge near hue. It had been built by order of a queen mother as a gift for the town. Near it was a museum of agriculture. We got to see the process of noodle making. Everything from rice beating, to smoothing, to cutting up and cooking. The second place we visited was a mountain pass that had been in use for a long time. A tunnel had been built by the Japanese, and it was the longest tunnel in southeast Asia, but the bus was too large to safely enter, and so we took the pass, plus, it was pretty. The second to final stop was a quartz statue carving place/garden. People would come and buy cool statues and rocks. And the final one was a mountain temple, in the middle of a city. That worked because the mountain was just sticking out of the city of Dan Ang. The mountain was famous because of the smooth white rocks that naturally appeared on the surface. These rocks are still known by most as quartz. On the mountain we walked a bit, had a coconut, climbed some rocks, and saw the temple. There was an elevator right up the side of the steep mountain cliff, so people in wheelchairs could still go. There were also renovated ancient statues hidden among the mountains. We hiked down the stairs on the side of the mountain.

The Hoi An old town has existed since the late 1700s. Originaly it was the town, now it is just a quarter of the current town. The old town attracts a lot of tourism, because of all the craftswork being done there, but mainly because of the countless paper lanterns that are turned on every night. Our visit to the old town was brief. We walked around, looked at crafts, bought the paper lanterns Camille had been bothering about. We saw a lot of stuff, from sports backpack clones, to bamboo root carving. We stopped at a house that was about as old as our house in Brimfield. There we drank tea and bought a cute wooden fat pig carving. Then we walked to a bridge that had been built by the Japanese, then flattened to be able to run cars over it, and then arched again when the old town became cultural heritage. The old town itself is mainly composed of narrow streets and alleys. The buildings are made of wood and stone. Many of the buildings were museums dedicated to something or other, silk, farming, fishing. However many of them had people still living in them.

Speaking of living, we were staying in a small house brief walk from the beach. We were originally going to be somewhere else, but it was having renovations done, and so we were put in a fancy

neo-futuristic house next to a construction site. Near the house was a clothes washing place with the sign: have washed clothes here. Jim and I joked about how it sounded like: have spotted Bigfoot here. The beach near the house would fill up with people doing push-ups, sit-ups, and about everything else, at about 5AM and be nearly empty the rest of the day. That and the fact that there were no fat people indicated that the people of Hoi An were encouraged to go out before work and do fitness.

One day we went to an archaeological site called My Son (mee-songh). It was a functioning religious and political center around the 4^th century. During the war it was used as a hiding place for the Vietcong, because of that it was bombed by Americans and most of the temples were totally destroyed. The ones that remained had no plans to rebuild it by, and so they remained crumbling. Now people are trying to keep them in shape by keeping them up with metal poles.

The day after the visit we took a plane back to Hanoi. In the airport we saw several commercials for a place called Cocobay, the commercials included cartoonish depictions of tourists as pigs doing stuff at a resort.

In Hanoi we stayed with some of Camille's friends, Megan and Jack. Megan and Jack's dogs were called Huey and Cloey. Huey was an extremely affectionate dog, while cloey was an exited and protective dog. Megan, Jack, Camille and I went on a long walk to and interesting cafe, this cafe was mostly inhabited by tourists, but the food was great. Downstairs was an interesting coffee making machine that would drip the coffee through a spiral tube to cool and distill it. After we returned we hung out at the house and then went out to dinner at a great Vietnamese restaurant. The next day we took a plane to Hong Kong, and thus ended our trip in Vietnam.

Hue

The twelve-hour overnight train ride was less boring than you might imagine. Plus, I was asleep most of the time. I mainly just looked out of the window and read. When we got there, I noticed the difference between Ninh Binh and Hue. When we got a taxi the driver inquired how long we were staying in Hue, and when we responded two weeks he responded with worry: “Two weeks?! Two days is enough.” Then I noticed a familiar smell, the smell of raw sewage.

The air had other better smells however. The food in Hue was a lot like Ha Noi, but there was one major difference, there was a lot less of it. There sure were a lot of of cafes though. There were cafes EVERYWHERE. That would be awesome, except for the fact that the coffee was terrible. We ate a wide variety of food, everything from beef noodle soup, to barbecued duck, to French cuisine.

We were staying in an Air BnB inside The Citatel, a square walled city in which lies the old Imperial City, and the emperor's home. Surprisingly enough, there weren't any hotels, or much tourism, except for the actual walled city, which charged admission. The house where we were staying was a large house in a small alley/street away from the main road. We had a lake view, but the people used the lake like a dumpster. Our hosts were a couple, the man was named Duc, and his wife was called Quin. There were also their children and Duc's father, Min. We had to move rooms several times because other guests had double booked the rooms. We aren't sure how two people rent the same room, it could have been bad planning or they had already rented it, I don't really know. But we didn't spend too much time at home anyway.

One of the things we did was visit The Imperial City. The Imperial City was the protected town/palace where the emperor and his associates lived. The emperor's associates included his parents, children, wife, mandarins (scribes), and others. The Imperial City was built in 1804 was a functioning city until the Americans bombed it in the '60s, and over half of it was destroyed. However, it had been attacked by the French in the '40s. The city was composed of 3 sections. The Citadel, The Imperial City, and the Forbidden city. The Citadel was the outermost section, and was just a city with walls around it. The Imperial City was about 1/2, or 1/3 of the overall size, and it was just for the emperor's associates, and important visitors. It was a small elite town inside the Citadel. The Forbidden city was a even smaller palace within the Imperial city, and it was the home of the emperor, his concubines, and eunuchs.

Another thing we did was explore the local market. We saw so many vegetables and fruits we had never seen before. There were things that looked like mutated nances (a small yellow fruit from

Honduras), mixes of gourds and cucumbers. Anyway, we explored several areas of the market, including the basket area, the clothes area, and more.

One day we went on a boat ride. We were originally going to go to 8 different shrines, but we decided just to go to two, and spend more time on them. The first was an active monastery. It had a tall building out front with several large bells. It had several small living buildings and a worship hall and a meditation hall. The second was the tomb of emperor Minh Mang, also known as emperor Phuc Kiew. Phuc Kiew, pronounced 'f**k you' (or at least we think it is), created several reforms to the government which limited and changed the salaries of the mandarins, and initiated the construction of roads among other things. We ate lunch on the boat, and went home.

The day following the boat ride we went to the nearest beach to Hue, Thuan An beach. We ate lunch (clams and fish), and went for a walk. We were planning on swimming, but we saw a huge group of people, divided in two, a search party, and a praying area. Someone had drowned. We walked up the beach and saw the remains of a flood, several concrete buildings were half buried in sand and were being eaten by the earth. Most of them were fish storage tanks, and not houses.

Backstreet Academy is a program who's plan is to connect normal people with crafts people and have them give a lesson in their crafts. We did two, Cooking, and Conical Hat making (not comical hats, conical hats). Conical hats are the cone-like sunhats seen in so many Asian cultures. The process for making them is as follows:

1: Get, cut, and iron bamboo leaves.

2: Connect the bamboo to the cone frame with wire. Even out.

3: Add hat frame and sew.

4: Add second layer and sew.

5: Add hat rim and sew.

6: Waterproof and lacquer.

We did not do all this. It would have taken days. Our teacher made several hats and stopped at different times to show us the stages. We then tried out a little of each stage.

The other thing we did a workshop on was home cooking. Home cooking in Vietnam uses an amazing amount of MSG. Our teacher was shoveling MSG into everything. It did taste good though. We rolled beef rolls for frying, cut eggplant for frying and balled fish balls for soup. We also used a fancy looking rice steamer that looked like a space ship. We didn't do much except the final steps in the process of cooking. She had already cooked almost everything. But it was fun.

Talking of crafts, we also visited a basket workshop and a fan workshop. The basket workshop had a large number of people stationed under a large roof weaving, lacquering, and painting bamboo baskets. There were also people using plastic to make waterproof outside woven furniture. The fan workshop however only had two men and a lot of technology. A machine that sands, a machine that splits bamboo, and a machine that stiffens. They just did the manual connecting. We got a basket and free fans!

An hour out of Hue there is a national park called Bach Ma. It was one of the parks that was defoliated by agent orange. And it is also possible that agent orange killed the trees because none of the trees looked older than 50 years. Bach Ma mountain lies 1250 meters from sea level, and was a popular retreat for French rich people and royalty. It was also a hiding spot for the Vietcong during the 60's. At the summit there is a shrine called the summit tower, and a massive gong that we rang. A bit lower down however there are countless small pools and waterfalls with surprisingly cool water. We hiked for a while along a river, and stopped for lunch and swimming. There was a lot of rock climbing involved in the hike. Luckily there were cables to hold on to. At the end of the river it plummets several thousand feet into, something. I couldn't see because Camille would not let me get too close to the edge. But other people would get really close, to the point of sitting on the edge and dangling their feet over the edge. We then hiked back, and drove back to Hue.

Camille booked a session at Alba spa hot springs retreat. There were various activities. A canopy zipline, a small zipline, a ropes course, hot springs, and massage. I chose massage and hot springs just like Camille, Susan, and Jim. The massage was awesome. I felt like I had been born again. The hot springs were great, but just a little too hot. After we were done we went on a walk. On the walk I looked at the ropes courses and decided I wanted to do it. So we had lunch and I went to do the ropes course and the small zipline. The ropes course was exhilarating. At first I was scared. But after I got used to the height I started having fun. So much that even half way through I started dancing to the music played on the high speakers. I had a lot of fun at Alba, and also everywhere else. So I am exited for when I write about the next part of the travels.

Ninh Binh

 Ninh Binh is a small town a few hours south of Ha Noi. Ninh Binh is a rice farming town among massive cartoonesque limestone mountains. The town itself isn't too big. There aren't many attractions in Ninh Binh, but in-between the mountains there are countless small caves and rivers. Even though the mountains look really good for rock climbing, there doesn't appear to be much climbing in Ninh Binh. We stayed in an 'ecolodge' near a cave attraction called the Mua caves. But more than that, the attraction of that area was a shrine atop a mountain and some serious stairs leading up to it.

The shrine wasn't very grand. It consisted of a roof and a small statue. At the summit (a few feet up) was a long statue of a dragon, hence the name of the pagoda: lying dragon top. We hiked up the stairs twice, once to see the top, and the second time to follow some mountain goats out of curiosity.

We rented bicycles to ride through the rice paddies (no, not directly, there were paths). We encountered a group of small children along the path who blocked our way. It was a hilarious encounter because one boy reached his hand into the churro bag I had in the front basket of my bicycle and when he realized it was empty he ate the crumbs and threw the bag on the ground. His friends laughed at his boldness. We also saw a duck farm with so many baby ducks that when they moved they looked like a flowing river. They were also scared of the goats that lived on the mountain and when the goats came down from the mountain the yellow ducklings would waddle down to the river as fast as they could. We also came across two boys in the rice paddies who appeared to be catching fish, while trampling a lot of rice in the process. We also saw that the fish appeared to be coming out of an open pipe between the field and a water reserve pond. We did not know weather the fish had been let out purposefully or if it had been an accident. The mystery remains. We rode quite a lot, and when we decided to turn back my bike chain got unhooked. Now, my bike had a chain protector, so it was really hard to get it back on. We eventually resorted to hitting it with rocks.

On our way back we passed by a pulperia, we stopped to get more chips, and this strange man walked up near Jim, Susan noticed him, but Jim appeared not to. He was wearing strange traditional clothes, and cloth foot wear. He had a long white beard. Susan and I have come to the conclusion that he was the ghost of Ho Chi Minh, who was an Important revolutionary, and he rose to power after the last emperor of Viet Nam.

On out last day we decided to go on a boat tour of the river caves. We drove a seemingly long way, only to realize it was actually a really short way, and the taxi driver, who was using a meter, was trying to earn a bit more cash. We arrived at Trang An. After figuring out how the tickets worked, we got on a boat with a German woman called Dana. We were conducted though stunningly low ceiling caverns. We drove through an amazing display of mountains and caves. We stopped at a temple which was an important military center during the 12^th century, during the attack by the Mongols. It was smart because the horses the Mongols had could not trespass the rivers or mountains.

When we left the were driven into town and went to the train station. At 9 we walked onto the overnight train. We accommodated our selves into or sleeper car. And went to sleep as the train was leaving the station.

          I knew I was going to love Vietnam's food, I knew about pho (noodle soup), I knew about bun (cold rice noodles with meat), and I was really exited. The food lived up to my expectations. Restaurant and street food were hard to distinguish by taste alone. Street food however, was served on short little tables, and you sat on munchkin sized plastic benches outdoors. Restaurant food is indoors, on American sized tables and benches.

          Street life in Ha Noi is really interesting. People pray to small shrines on the sidewalk as well as temples highly present in urban areas. Street vendors stroll with bikes or carry baskets of fruit, meat, fish, vegetables, all sorts of stuff. Tourists walk casually down the street. There are a lot of tourists.

          Vietnamese TV is a lot like Honduran TV, but in vietnamese. Weird game shows, tacky music videos, news. Jim and I had a lot of fun trying to find out what people were saying based of their actions and tone of voice. Jetlag was bad. I used to wake up at midnight wanting lunch, and falling asleep at mid day. A trip from Boston to Vietnam causes the worst possible jetlag, 12 hours of it. It was like being turned upside down and shaken.

          Eventually we went to a temple called Ngoc Son. The temple sat on an island in the middle of a lake. The story goes that during the war with the Chinese, a Viet warrior was given a magic sword by a golden turtle. After the war was over however, the turtle demanded the sword and went back to live on the bottom of the lake. This turtle was real, of course it was not golden. It was an endangered soft shelled giant turtle, it still resides on the bottom of the lake.

          One day Susan brought us to a museum. It was called the Vietnamese Museum of Ethnology. We saw a lot of different ethnic traditions. Shaman rituals, weaving, baskets, swords, dove and fish traps, and all sorts of cool stuff. We also looked inside recreated Vietnamese houses. We also saw funny wooden fertility statues around a recreated burial home. Vietnamese homes are tall and skinny. They take up very little surface space but instead stretch up several stories. It is different than what I am used to, Tegucigalpa has small but squat one floor buildings, so, it is pretty interesting visually.

         Ha Noi, Vietnam's capital, is really interesting, everything from the food, to the culture, 

to the smog. Hanoi gave me a really good first impression.

Alone

I wake up in a car...

The seats are hard. My rifle is pressed against my chest. I sigh. Eventually I muster the strength to open the door and check the traps. A rabbit is trapped in my cage. Dinner, I think. I hit it on the head with a rock. I then return back to the highway. Cars are pressed into thick traffic exiting Redbury. I grab my rucksack and get moving towards the town. I pass a lot of cars, but one catches my eye. It has a figure inside. It's dead, or worse. I move in for a closer look anyway, rifle in hand.

The man, or what was a man, Is pressed against the window. Gaping at me. He isn't dead, not really. I look through the window. I don't dare to open the window. Infection is too risky. I walk away.

When someone gets infected, they aren't themselves anymore. They no longer cower in front of a gun, or run away from danger. They are overwhelmed with one urge. To infect, to propagate, to spread, whatever you call it, it isn't good. They hunger for flesh of any kind. The virus is in the blood, so whatever water they drink is contaminated. This virus infected almost everybody in the United States of America, and I don't know about the rest of the world.

* * *

As I walk into the house the smell of death whooshes out at me. I counter the urge to vomit. A dead person is laying on the ground, ripped open. A kitchen knife is nearby. Whoever this was, they put up a fight. I make my way to the living room, then the dining room, then the kitchen. The refrigerator is full of rotting food. The cupboards are almost empty except for some creamed corn and sardines.

I go upstairs. The bathroom has some antibiotics, always useful; some clean towels, good for cleaning; and a bar of soap. A bedroom is to the right of the bathroom, it contains a suitcase with essentials: clothes, a lighter, a laptop, a lot of canned food, and a lot of money. The suitcase is haphazardly thrown together, indicating that whoever made it was leaving in a hurry. I make my way to the room to the left of the bathroom. It has a bow-tie over the doorknob, and a card. The card reads:

Jean,

Don't open until Christmas...!

-Bob

I push open the room. I slam the door. I saw a crib and a mobile, and, I don't want to think about what else.

Eventually I muster the courage to walk in. A man, possibly 'Bob', lies with a gun in his hand. He took the only easy way out. He also has a radio...

* * *

After fiddling with the radio for a few minutes I start to cook a can of beans. I then count my resources: 12 Rifle bullets, a rifle, 6 revolver bullets, a diplomat revolver, 12 cans of food, 5 bottles of water, a radio, a lighter, a backpack, a gas mask, and two Molotov Cocktails. I eat my beans, and go to sleep.

The next morning I scavenge a few cars. I also manage to find a tank. It has been looted before, but whoever did it didn't take everything. I find a grenade, a set of military riot gear, and a rifle flash-light. In the security of the tank I flip through frequencies on the radio, and I hear, could it be, a faint voice...?

I can't really understand what the voice says. I walk down the highway and try again. The signal is definitely stronger. I try to make out the words. “This is m......adio, brodcas......ll fr....quencies. If anyb.......ere, anyo......” I can barely understand, but I know what I have to do. I have to find a broadcasting antennae...

* * *

2 DAYS LATER...

Muppetfield is a nice town, aside from all the dead bodies. A roadside flower shop has gone wild. There are flowers EVERYWHERE. But dead bodies litter the streets, and that overrides the smell of lilacs. The Muppetfield church has makeshift watchtowers and wood spike and barbed wire barricades. Someone was holed up here.

Inside the church I see a figure, no, two, no, three. It takes me a moment to realize what is about to happen.

The events that follow are hard to recollect. One of the figures turns towards me. Then the others start to run at me. I shoot. One goes down. Did it die? I don't think so. The first one lunges at me. My rifle goes up. I shoot it a few times before it is dead. I try to reload my rifle but it jams. I run as fast as I can. Once I am outside I manage to throw a Molotov and light one on fire. There is a gas station to my left. Before I entirely think it through, I am opening the gas valves. Then I take cover behind a nearby brick building. The creatures, Infected some called them, get near the gas station. I hear silence, and then a deafening roar. A wave of heat washes over me as the entire gas station explodes. Others will hear, I have to get out of here...

* * *

The creatures are swarming all over the area of the explosion. Many are trying to stay away, but some are walking or falling into the fire. I am watching from the roof of a house on a hill. It is a beautiful view. The sun is setting so I will need candles, but light attracts them. After looking thoroughly through the house I find many heavy rugs, enough to cover all the windows of nearly half the house. I light a few candles. The house has a gas stove, so I manage to light it. I cook a box of macaroni and cheese. I eat ravenously, I haven't eaten since this morning. And with all the running and shooting and blowing things up, I am extremely hungry. After I eat I read a book. Some cheesy feel-good book about a dog lost in the woods, but I need to take my mind off things. I later listen to the radio hoping for the message I heard 2 days ago. It is still there. Stronger signal, but scrambled. The voice says:

“...plosion in downt... ...uppetfiel.... ...could it... ...be the... ….ilitary?”

I definitely made out one word...

… Muppetfield.

 Santa Lucia, the town where I live, is small, calm, and has a school called Jose Cecilio del Valle (he was an important politician during the Central American independence). This is where I spent my sixth grade year, and it was NOT perfect, not even close. However, I did learn something not many American kids learn at this grade: how to move around independently. I had to learn where to take the bus, where to get off, how to pay, how to run frantically when the bus is inching away before I get on, and how to remember bus schedules. A bus left 10 minutes before school let out, and I usually had to wait another hour before the next one.

We studied normal stuff: math, writing, Spanish. We did them in the most didactic way possible, copying absurd amounts of text out of books which the school either didn't care about buying, couldn't afford, or actually thought we would learn something from copying.

One day we had a science fair, note how they used the word 'science' not 'chemistry'. Kids didn't note that. Everybody brought paper volcanoes, with either Coke and Mentos, or vinegar and baking soda. One person brought instant whirlpool water, which were two bottles with some water in them, and when someone whipped them up, the shape of the bottles made a whirlpool. I made a compass from a sewing needle and a fridge magnet. The other kids declared it 'not science', as if throwing Mentos in Coke were.

One thing that really bothered me at school was the constant involvement of religion. Every Monday two people from the church would come and talk about their god (commonly known as God). Even though I understand that this offended no one since everyone was Christian, I still must express frustration with religious intervention in a public non-religious school. I sometimes felt as if much of the religious 'teaching' was directed at me due to my not being Christian, or religious at all.

At one point in September we started doing marching band for September 15, Honduras' independence day. I didn't like it. It was inconveniently early, it was hot, and it was very gender segregated. Boys did drums and shakers (guess what my options were), some girls did xylophones but most girls were 'pomponeras' or 'palillonas' which were like cheerleaders and baton twirlers. I would not do it again.

Every Monday we were supposed to sing the national anthem, salute the flag, and so on. However one thing that REALLY bothered me was near the end of the school year when military/police guys came and for one day turned the school in to a boot camp!

My school, like many schools in Central America, has heavy gender/sex divisions such as 'boys can't have long hair', 'girls must wear skirts' and so on. I was often criticized due to my thinking differently, and my colored and/or 'long' hair. I don't know how someone might like uniformity and sexism, especially in a society where everything tells you to be special and different.

Another thing that bothered me was the fact that there was SO MUCH homophobia, 'Gay' was an insult, Also they said that if men were supposed to be able to like men, then why were women made? My answer to that is: they weren't made.

You know that 'boys can't hit girls' 'rule'? Well some of the girls in the school took advantage of that and went around hitting boys with that social shield.

Another thing about girls is that they had better grades while boys were more focused on hitting each other and getting girlfriends. Girls however focused on copying that insanely long assignment about sea slugs. There were no boys with good grades (not really). All the kids in 'academic excellence' were girls, (except me). It was the same with how their behavior was. Near the end the teachers gave grades on behavior. I assume this was to be able to communicate to the parents how the kids were acting without being too personal. Girls got an average of very good, and boys got 'acceptable' because it was the lowest grade.

I did in fact manage to get a girlfriend during the school year, and no, I wasn't that attached. Actually we only lasted 2 weeks, for several reasons.

1: I only came 3 days a week so she said we weren't 'together enough'.

2: I wasn't Christian (see? It comes up again and again!).

3: I wasn't buying her a lot of stuff. Because apparently that's what girls and boys do for each other.

I was really a lot 'weirder' than all the other kids, by not being religious, not being sexist, not being homophobic, and not being noisy/not enjoying doing chaos. Which brings me to my final thought.

When the teacher walked out of the classroom, the chaos started. All the kids would jump up and start yelling, they would throw paper airplanes and balls at everyone. It was just like you can imagine. No one did their homework. They positioned people by the door to yell: SHE'S COMING!

That way when the teacher was returning everybody would be in their seats pretending to do their homework. Once I actually joined in as a guard, but I yelled nothing when the teacher came, so they would get caught. The teacher didn't actually do anything to the kids other than just shoot them a disappointed look. So luckily no one hated me after that.

School in Honduras is so different from American schools (which is the only thing I can compare it to). The whole education system is messed up. However, I do not believe I wasted my time by doing 6^th grade in Honduras, because I learned how to be independent, because I learned about all the problems in the education system, and because it was probably the only way for me to get a diploma.

I was told to be serious for the photos, also I was really bored.

NMS

“Embark on an epic voyage to the center of a boundless universe, and be the first to discover entire galaxies teeming with life. Survive hazardous environments, where alien civilizations seek their fortune and outlaws take it by force...

...Your universe awaits.”

That's what it says on the back of my newest game... No Man's Sky. Following lots of media hype, and a terrible post-launch crisis, No Man's Sky is still standing, and though it lacks many features promised by the developers, it's not a bad game. Also, now that No Man's Sky is going to begin releasing updates, players are calming down. I have been waiting since August to get to play this, and it pretty much lived up to my expectations.

But what do you actually DO in No Man's Sky?

Most of all one shoots rocks. Yup. It is a game mostly based in resource extraction and mining. And now that you can build colonies (recent update) it is a lot easier to 'Avatar'* the hell out of planets. So, now that I think about it, the player isn't exactly a good guy. You can also scan and upload planets, solar systems, animals, minerals, plants, and pretty much everything you discover, and for that you receive credits.

What is the game LIKE?

Visually, it is quite alarming. Many planets have bright neon grass, or glowing rocks. But there is an interesting mixture of complex and simple graphics. Ships and space stations have pretty basic textures, but planets have strange detail and beauty. Other planets look just ugly.

Would I recommend it?

Honestly, maybe not. I really like it. But it is a game that can be hated or loved by really similar people. It is a slow paced and calm game that requires a lot of patience. It is not a war game. So if you are expecting that, don't bother. However, if you enjoy naming things, running away from weird animals, and accumulating rocks, this is the game for you.

SPOILERS AHEAD:

The ending sucks. You have been searching for the center of the galaxy for a REALLY LONG TIME, and then when you finally get there... you are mysteriously pushed away from the center with increasing speed, and have to start all over again in a crashed space ship. I can't say much about the story line, because I haven't actually finished. For that just look it up on the wiki.

Rating time!

Overall, even though it is simple, No Man's Sky, WAS made by fewer than 16 people, which is TINY compared to Halo, or Destiny, each of which was made by a team of more than 300 people. Plus, No Man's Sky is being updated regularly. So it will change, hopefully for the better. Overall, I give this game 4 stars.

Hey, remember that review I did of the Early Access version of Subnautica? Well the game is almost officially out. If you want me to do an updated review, or even an update of the early access one, please say so.