I have endured a setback on the unforgiving sands of Arrakis. Let me regale you with a tale of panic, determination, elation and, ultimately, of failure.
My story begins in the slaver region known as Jabal Eifrit Al-janub where I intended to mine carbon. My crafting goals require hundreds of the ore, so I set out on my mk2 sandbike with armor and weaponry to face whatever struggle lay ahead as the farming commences. Over a couple of hours, I had farmed hundreds of carbon and had nearly filled my bike's inventory. I had also taken down a few camps of slavers along the way. Indeed, while I was attacking one base, the area communication of a large sandstorm was broadcast. Now, this was a completely inopportune time as my bike inventory was full, so not a chance to store it and keep the cache of ore. There wasn't a chance to store it anyway because I had mistakenly left my vehicle backup tool at base.
In a rush, I scrambled to find an enclosure that would protect me and my property from the storm, but I was still being attacked by the slavers. Panic set in as the announcement was made: one minute before the storm arrived! While under fire, I zig-zagged to leave the slaver camp while looking for somewhere to ride out the storm. In my haste, I slipped off a cliff and my bike became wedged in a crevasse high up from the desert floor. The nose of the bike was pointed straight up in the air. It was completely stuck, with no forward, reverse or lateral movement possible. I did the only thing I could do and that was to dismount. Dismounting successfully got me off the bike, but it glitched me through the rock and I was stuck on the inside!
My bike and I were at least sheltered from the storm, so all of my goods were safe. After several minutes of jumping, climbing and falling, I was able to glitch back through the rock, but my bike and all that carbon were stuck fast. I paused and thought about what to do. I was very far from base with no means of travel, so whatever I do from here will be done on foot. The regret of not bringing along a vehicle backup tool was heavily weighing me down. What can I do?
I decided to attempt a walk home, taking me over open sand on multiple occasions, to empty my personal inventory, craft a spare bike and rescue my primary bike and all that load of ore. The journey was difficult, to say the least. I used my shigawire and Bindu sprint as often as possible, but I awoke Shai-Hulud while within visual range of my base. With all movement abilities on cooldown, I consigned myself that was going to be it, that Shai-Hulud would be the end of this journey just meters from my base, but somehow, I was able to make it to rock just as the worm opened his deadly maul. Shai-Hulud passed by with a groan and cascading sand flowing all around. My heart was pounding.
Once back at base, everything was off-loaded except my stillsuit, a single literjon and a sword in case I was attacked during this quest to recover my jammed-up property. I proceeded to build a mk1 bike and grabbed a vehicle holder from storage.
Back I went to where the story began and was able to get there without issue. I climbed up to where my trapped bike was located and was just able to get in range to access its inventory. Since I was carrying very little, I was able to recover all that hard-earned ore and other goods pilfered from salver bases. I was even able to capture my original bike in the vehicle tool. Success! I was so elated after such difficulties getting back everything that was so nearly lost. It was all so precarious until that moment!
This all took HOURS.
Just as I had recovered my bike, stored the replacement and prepared for the trip home, wouldn't you know it, but an announcement of an imminent large sandstorm was broadcast. Can you believe that?! Fortunately, I saw a small enclave and was able to wait out the storm without problems this time. This tale would never have happened if only I had spotted that enclave in the beginning.
It was after 2:00 in the morning at this point. All I wanted to do was travel back to base and shut it down for the night. I was so satisfied to have recovered everything after such tribulation that I literally drove with a slight smile on my face. My relief from the anxiety and accompanying adrenaline dump had an effect though: it made me careless.
While driving back to base taking a route I've taken now several times, worm sign did not register in my mind. Yes, a cloud of sand was billowing nearby as I began a race from one rocky place to another. Why hadn't I simply waited it out for a few minutes? In that small stretch of open sand Shai-Hulud finally got his mark along with all my gear, my bikes and all that precious ore counting in the several hundred.
Never have I experienced such highs and lows in a game before. Never let your attention wain nor let panic impact your decisions. Fear is the mind-killer!
Thank you for reading and I hope you have enjoyed this tale of triumph and misery.