Crone spots a Leviathan (the wrong kind, then the right kind)
Crone has news from both universes, because Crone refuses to be contained by just one.
First, the real world, which Crone visits occasionally to remind it of his existence. Crone’s puppeteer has located an actual Leviathan. Not the aquatic disappointment we all know from Entropia that drops 3 PED of oil after eating half your armor — no, a real one. A 111-meter superyacht, built in the Netherlands, because obviously the finest things are. Crone would like to point out that “Leviathan” was a biblical sea monster long before MindArk borrowed the name, and apparently also long before some billionaire decided it should have a helipad. Crone has not yet been invited on board. Crone assumes this is an administrative error.
Second, this Saturday morning, Crone joined some mates to hunt Old Fred during Migration. Old Fred, as the name suggests, is old, and Crone respects his elders by shooting them repeatedly for loot. The hunt went well. Too well, in fact: three dead Old Freds refused to leave Crone’s screen. Every now and then one of them would stand up, reconsider, and drop dead again. Crone witnessed this resurrection cycle several times. Either the servers and Crone’s laptop are having a disagreement about who is actually dead, or Old Fred is simply that reluctant to stop being in Crone’s presence. Crone understands. Many feel this way.
Screenshots below, as tradition demands. Nobody asked for them. Everybody will look at them.
See you in game, or on a yacht, whichever comes first.
Kind regards,
Crone
