Seen in local paper:
"Old Plug Needs New Home -- never before released ideas are lying around in creators' braincases unused, creators wish to release them to public domain."
The Age of Exploration has finally come to an end, after a long, mournful swansong. Of course, one of the strings may end up resurrecting itself like the phnix rising from its own ashes -- but the rest of it needs its own Dr. Frankenstein. So, here is where QT and I will post the ideas that we have no intention of ever using. Anybody who also cares to do so is more than welcome.
DISCLAIMER: On paper, all these work. Your mileage may vary.
Well, I guess I'll start it off with these:
Flare-Riders: Design a good-looking star, and design a weapon that is a good facsimile of a solar flare. Give it a HIGH impact, decent damage and a good fire rate, and make the star a member of a xenophobic government. Now create a really cool-looking ship, one that looks like an interstellar hot-rod. Give it zilch armor and good shields, with a high shield recharge rate. Make it fast and light. Now, when the ships try to land at the star, they'll end up getting knocked around by the 'flares'.
Pilot's License: Stole this one from Ares. Make a shän of a guy in a spacesuit. Give it no fuel/energy/whatever and 0 tons of cargo and mass space. This is an escape ship, but not one you want to be stuck in for any length of time. Now, set all ships so that you can't buy them without a pilot's license (outfit using the contribute/require fields). This means that until you get your license (which takes most of your money and quite a bit of time (cröns)), you can't buy anything. Now, this license will expire after a period of time -- say six months. Now, once your license expires, you get this nice invisible mission that grants you an outfit that is illegal everywhere -- you get shot at by big beefy ships wherever you go. Also, next time you land, you're captured by local officials and tried and convicted for flying on an expired license. You're imprisoned for two weeks, and fined 50,000 creds. Not cool. So keep your license current.
More will be forthcoming.
Suddenly, the little scoutship disappeared and then reappeared right behind the alien warfleet. The gravitic ship's captain hailed the armada. "You are going to be destroyed, but I will give you a choice as to how you want to spend eternity: big pieces, little pieces, or quarks?"
"Quarks it is, then."