#spore spaceship

[dailydoseofspore]

The winner is...

The Centipillarfly by @enigmakiwi ! I was going to put a ribbon or something on it but this mad man maxed out the complexity, so I slapped on some golden wings and called it a day.

[sporeculativebiology]

Hammerhead Cosmicarp (feb 07 2024)

i don't do ship building often but i really want to make more "organic" ships. i had a lot of fun with this one and it came out awesome!

[grox-empire]

Wanted to figure out how to draw Grox ships

[elksewer]

looking for something else and I found this miku building I made in spore. In addition to my sporesune miku creature.

[medi-bee]

just learned that the entire Creatures series is on steam and it feels like there's an alien about to explode out of my chest

if you don't know what these are, they were one of the first life simulators ever. You hatch and raise these various little ai beasts called Norns in their funky spaceship and teach them everything they know and keep them safe, and they have emotions and personalities and families and can breed and have mutations and get sick, and there's medicine and chemicals and so much more brainy nonsense if you care to get into it, and it all goes SO IN-DEPTH... IT'S INSANE THAT THIS SERIES WAS FIRST RELEASED IN 1998!!!

and as far as i know there's still a semi-active modding community! LIKE THEY JUST RELEASED A NEW DLC SPECIFICALLY FOR MODDERS LESS THAN A DAY AGO ARE YOU KIDDING. HUH?? i didn't even know that until 2 minutes ago sorry that is my live reaction. what. 20+ year old game just got a new dlc 12 hours ago coincidentally just when i rediscover the series. okay. im being so normal right now👍

[shuvva]

Writing a Spore species description: They are the money ones. They handle all the financial dealings of the empire they share with their sibling species and act as pseudo-diplomats because of this.

The Species: -has 2 functioning colonies and $12 in its collective bank account-

[netscapenavigaytor]

i probably about to go thruogh my likes again i think.updates on my life:

i have a job (i have had it for like a month or two now i forgot to mention it OOPS) its just dollar general cashier though.

i learned how to solder and fixed my broken xbox (i jumped a power trace it was scary). i feel like i will need more practice if i want to do anything more complex and risky but im happy i succeeded at what i set out to do

still in the ouroboros death spiral of jet set radio headcanon bullshit

im listening to linkin park hybrid theory right now cuz i dont listen to it as often as i oughta. crawling didnt deserve to become a "loledgy" meme song

ive been low energy for too much discord talking because of busy with stuff but hopefully it will normalize again because im no longer thinking about soldering LOL

[autobjectophile]

i keep turning people into vehicles

[your-eternal-reward]

in a fair and just world we would get a spore 2 and it would make tribe and civ stage actually fun to play and also it would be the best game in the world

[adhdo5]

It's actually extremely fucked to find my extremely developed save like right there tbh

[dailydoseofspore]

Hey there! I made something for the bug-themed spaceship contest! I'm calling it the Centipillarfly. I went for aesthetics over theoretical function, so... not sure I would recommend flying this thing! But I'm into the idea that they're sentient robotic space centipede-things... so I like to think these guys run on nuclear fusion or fission and fly around space eating asteroids for their metals so they can keep making themselves longer.

(and a screenshot of it in the editor, just in case you need/want it)

I find this really cool, I've almost never seen an overload of parts actually look good if I'm being honest! The wings make it look like a dragon! That's a good thing! I love how the eyes look too! Also the tail!!!

-Doggy

[sporeculativebiology]

YOU FUCKING KNOW WHAT I WANT, CIRNO FUMO, NOW

fumo in space

[ceilidho]

fear of god

There's someone outside the spacecraft. You don't remember them being part of the crew. Part 7 masterlist

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And now that the permafrost has thawed, the carcasses buried below have started to warm and the anthrax spores in their ribs have begun to twitch. 

To say that you are on edge would be an understatement. Your muscles ache from being tensed for so long in the supine position, but you remain that way until the day cycle returns and the ship hums back to life, the thought of sleep unfathomable. Synapses firing in your brain keep you from sleeping soundly. Or at all, for that matter. By morning, you’re exhausted, eyes burning from lack of sleep and head pounding something fierce. 

Old questions are compounded by new ones. Ones such as, is what you’re experiencing real? Can you trust what’s in front of your eyes? Are your senses lying to you? How can you be sure of anything happening to you right now? What can you use as a yardstick to measure reality? 

The most worrying question being: did you make a mistake? 

You review the evidence again, starting from the top. A man suspended in the middle of space with no other spaceship for millions of miles nearby. You didn’t imagine that. Unless your mind has deteriorated to such an extent that you now reside entirely within a made up universe where a stranger—seen and acknowledged by your colleagues—boarded and took residence on your ship, which is a thought too horrified to contemplate for very long, then you have to believe that nothing you experienced over the last several days was just in your head. 

Which means that over the period of a week, a man hovered in space right outside the still moving ship, somehow following its flight trajectory, and no one other than you noticed his presence. Conspicuously absent from all perimeter scans and observational points. Disappearing from sight, in fact, when another crew member tried looking for him. 

Everything points to him being a figment of your imagination, but what does it say now that the people around you are able to see him as well? And what does it say that they seem completely unconcerned with having found him at all?

Your stomach rumbles and you climb out of bed. 

You creep tentatively down the hall towards the mess, sensitive in a whole new way to your surroundings. The corridor remains empty and quiet save for your trembling breaths. A deep, thrumming hum follows you through the ship. 

Nikolai’s already there when you enter the mess, and you catch him in a good mood, which is like saying you caught Rickettsia where typhus was found present. Which is to say, unsurprising. 

“Morning, doctor,” he booms from across the mess. “Sleep well?”

You hum instead of giving a straight answer. “You?”

“Best sleep in months. We should rescue people more often. Makes life more interesting, yeah?”

Again you hum instead of responding verbally. 

It makes life more interesting or it makes life a tragic crawl to oblivion. This doesn’t feel like some Greek tragedy, but then again the people in it are never privy to their genre. You don’t have the luxury of knowing what’ll happen next until it happens, until the moment is already beyond you and you’re forced to stare back in horror at all the goosestepping you did to reach this point. 

You shake your head to dispel those thoughts. 

Breakfast is another mundane affair. Some days you miss buttered toast so bad that you teeter on the edge of bursting into tears. A deep yearning for the familiar, for home. It sneaks up on you when you least and most expect it, waiting for you to let your guard down. 

Your whole body tenses up when the mess door slides open with a gentle hiss and you hear Gaz’s voice. Again, a wave of nostalgia washes over you, an ache felt deep in your pelvic bone like staring out of a fogged up window and watching the world pass you by. 

Real coffee in real cafes; sitting at the back of the bus on a cold day, tucked into an oversized scarf and drifting off, head bouncing with every little bump; the crunchy-cream spoonful of a crème brûlée; running your fingers over glaucous leaves in the garden behind your late professor’s house, the waxy coating rubbing off onto the pads of your fingers; and then a man’s rich, deep laughter again—

Your fingers slip under the table to pinch your outer thigh and the spell breaks, the pain grounding you. 

“Morning, little castaway,” Nikolai booms, leaning back in his chair and raising a hand in greeting. “Finally rested after your journey?”

“Can’t complain,” Gaz says while making himself a coffee with the instant crystals. 

When the coffee is finally ready, Gaz wanders casually over to the table, stopping when he reaches your side. You put off looking up at him until the tension in the room reaches critical mass. 

Then you finally look up in acknowledgement and find him smiling placidly down at you. He looks rested, no sign of stress or bags under his eyes or so much as a hair out of place. You’d never suspect that he just spent the last several days stranded in the middle of space. 

“Good morning, doctor,” he greets.

What is it about the cadence of his voice that scratches the ear just so? There’s something to it, a layering behind his words that you can’t make out. 

“Morning,” you reply, voice cracking after the first syllable. You cough and clear your throat. 

He joins the two of you at the communal table, pulling out a chair to sit right next to you, humming and nodding when Nikolai lets him know where to find the ration packets for breakfast. He doesn’t make a move to go grab something to eat. 

“Not a breakfast person?” Nikolai asks.

A smile. “I need to work up more of an appetite.”

His words fill you with such cold dread that you can’t even look over at him. Frozen in place, spoon buried in your bowl of oatmeal in front of you. Then embarrassment washes over you when you play his words back in your head and realize how normal they sound. 

“What’s on the docket for today?” you ask to change the subject.

“Same shit as always,” Nikolai sighs, resting both elbows on the table and sinking his head into his palms. He dips his head forward enough to run his hands through his hair before straightening up again. “Farah has some ideas for how to approach the situation, but…I have my doubts. Not worth boring you all with details. Either problem will be resolved or not. Same shit, different day.”

“I’m sorry, but is something on the ship broken? Is there a problem?” Gaz’s concern seems so genuine that for a second you allow yourself to get swept up in the illusion that he has no idea what’s wrong with the ship. 

“Autonomous navigation is broken,” Nikolai explains, rolling his eyes, frustration oozing from his pores. “It was on the fritz when we passed Mars, but now it’s dead. Kaputt. Thought at first that maybe it was inertial measurement unit that was malfunctioning, but fixing that changed nothing. Then we thought: maybe something is wrong with star tracker, but code looks good, so can’t be that. Lots of time wasted and still nothing is working; it’s a very troubling problem.” 

“Do you mind if I take a look at it?” Gaz asks. “I was the technical engineer on my previous ship. It might help to have someone come at it with fresh eyes.”

Nikolai studies him, the moment of scrutiny breaking his usual jocularity. Then he shrugs. “Why not? But if you break anything, I will personally toss you out of the airlock.” 

Gaz smiles wide. “Sounds fair. ”

‘Technical engineer’ indeed. You scoff in your head, unsure of your own scepticism but committed to it because everything about the situation just feels all too convenient. 

Much bites when it feels threatened; you know this and you have to choose not to act on it.

Oatmeal mostly done, you scoot your chair back and get up, eager to head to your station. 

“See you guys in an hour for morning briefing,” you say to the two of them, tossing your bowl haphazardly into the dishwasher. 

“Mind if I walk with you?” Gaz asks, also rising to his feet. 

Your heart jumps. “Why?” 

Something in your tone must give you away because even Nikolai glances up, furry brows pulling together concernedly. Careful now. You give yourself away when you speak without thinking first. 

Gaz smiles with all his teeth. “It’s on my way. The commander wanted me to pass by after breakfast.”

Too much time passes for you to cover up your faux pas with an excuse. Better just to swallow your pride instead. 

“Sure.”

You’re so stiff on the walk to the medical unit that your low back aches, the nerves likely inflamed. An old injury flaring up from stress. You’ll have to remember to roll out your yoga mat and stretch later, some cat and cow to loosen up your back.

“It’s bigger than I thought,” Gaz observes casually. “From outside, you don’t get the same perspective, but even for an old ship, there’s quite a bit to it.”

Hearing him speak so frankly about watching the ship from the outside sends a chill down your spine.

What’s the use in telling you this? You can only speculate. Though his tone remains unambiguously light, eyes scanning the paneled interior walls and the incandescent light strips overhead running parallel to the floor, there’s a veiled weight there. Something almost taunting. 

“Is it?” you whisper, compelled to answer for reasons beyond you. “Is that…is that something you thought about a lot?”

“No,” he answers, quite simply. “I knew I’d get to see for myself eventually.”

Sometimes, in the privacy of your mind, you think about how some of the Earth's oldest trees are kept secret from the rest of civilization. You crave that kind of furtiveness now, wish you could burrow that far deep and remain hidden. 

You wish you weren’t plagued by the knowledge that a static body in space couldn’t possibly keep up with a spacecraft in constant motion for several days on end. You want to go back to not knowing anything at all.

But before you are precious hours of solitude, so you hold your tongue until you reach the midway point in the ship where the corridors split and your paths diverge. 

Just as you’re about to part, Gaz stops and looks down at you. “By the way, doctor, you haven’t evaluated me yet. When should I come by?”

“Evaluate?”

He cocks an eyebrow. “Make sure I’m not sick or infected with anything. Isn’t that part of your job?”

It’s said in earnest but it feels like a barb. A sharp thorn in your side pricking you again, telling you that you’re not pulling your weight. That you’re taking up space and not contributing to the mission.

“Maybe, um…” You clear your throat. “Whenever you have time. Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” Gaz repeats, eyelids narrowing with his smile until just the darks of his eyes are visible, the cornea all but gone. “Sounds like a plan.”

Again, you can feel it calling you to him. Whatever it is. Thoughts laggardly filling your head, sticky like sap or syrup. His face is nice to gaze on, they say, nicer still to touch. Your hands itch to reach up and cup his cheeks though a louder voice in your head reminds you of how improper that would be. 

You take a step back and the urge falls away like rain.

And then he’s gone, continuing down the corridor towards the front of the ship without another word. 

You wonder if there’s something wrong with you for not insisting on examining Gaz in the medbay as soon as possible. Even if you were to take him at face value and ignore all the other red flags warning you away from him, you’d be remiss not to check his vitals and bloodwork. 

Tomorrow you will. You’ll be braver tomorrow. 

The second the door slides open and you take a step forward, you can tell that someone was in the medbay earlier. Your nose twitches, like a smell you know but can’t name. Right on the tip of your tongue; hungering for the word that eludes you for so long that you wonder whether it even exists or if your brain has tricked you into remembering something you’ve never encountered before. Presque vu; the wallflower step-sister of epiphany. 

You take another step into the room and start when the door slides shut behind you automatically. When you look around the room, nothing looks taken or moved. Even your microscope is still out on the table from the day before. 

A deep inhale just leaves you more frustrated. The only smell in the room is that of formaldehyde and antiseptic, but still the feeling impresses itself upon you, despite the lack of evidence. Someone was here. You’re sure of it. It’s an uncanny feeling, like knowing that someone’s eyes are on you. 

You’ve heard of conditions causing one to detect smells that aren’t really present—phantosmia, sometimes caused by nasal polyps or strokes, but neither of those fit your circumstances. Nothing your mind conjures up as a probable cause fits right. 

Pinching your nose works to an extent, but it’s not a sustainable solution; you can’t go hours on end with one hand clamped over your face. It cuts the strange effect the scent has on your mind though, concrete evidence that what you’ve been experiencing is in large part an olfactory phenomenon. 

In the en-suite bathroom, you riffle through the medicine cabinet one-handed, wincing when you knock over a bottle of cough medicine and send it tumbling to the floor. You rummage around until you find what you’re looking for in a little blue container still nestled under the cinching straps lining the back of the medicine cabinet. 

Unscrew and uncap to a waxy, off-white jelly. You slather a thick layer of petroleum jelly under your nose, so thick that a glob lodges in your left nostril and you nearly sneeze it out. It does the trick though. Mutes the scent somehow; turns the dial all the way back down to zero so you can breathe with ease again. Think clearly again. 

You step back into the main room. When you look back around the medical unit, again you notice that not a single thing looks out of place. If someone had been here before you, there would be signs—things misplaced or forgotten out on one of the tables or on the exam bed in the middle of the room. This is the only room on the ship entirely under your supervision and dominion; you know where each piece of equipment is stored and how every inch of the room should look after you’ve put everything away. 

But the room looks fine. Untouched. 

Your better judgment tells you to just let it go. 

Touching your palms to your pants, you find them drenched in sweat. The body knows when there's something amiss. 

You observe and take note.

[brucewaynehater101]

crack idea Tim ruler of worlds It's canon that YJ went to space a lot of times, Impulse even has an spaceship, so during one of those missions on space they accidentally help a planet to overthrow a tyrant, a simple mission they did in less than a week, but now the planet has no ruler and they have no idea what to do, so the citizens of the planet decide to ask YJ for help, i mean they saved them after all surely YJ would know what to do next. Tim who plays Civ V on max difficulty on 4x speed while solving cold cases, decides to rule their planet until they decide on a leader and a new government system, all he needs is a signal for communications to earth and he can visit every couple of months if needed ,after all how hard can it be? the answer is pretty easy, but Tim has a feeling that once his rule ends Civilization V will be really boring to him now, and he doubts it will matter that much, except other planets noticed, and apparently when you have a planet that belongs to you it's easier for those planets to get in contact when they need help, adn that's how Tim ends up ruling a small sector of space, he also played spore till the space stage so he knew how to handle multiple planets. Later when he get's control of Wayne Industries he understands how Bruce managed to pretend to be incompetent while being CEO, he only needed to remove a couple of shareholders and change a couple policies to improve efficiency, profits and employee satisfaction by 50%, it's honestly kinda boring compared to managing his planets. Lucius and a couple workers of WI are very much aware, that if Tim wanted he could completely rule the company with an iron fist, when they heard that Tim is planning to give it back to Bruce some of them seriously considered killing Bruce so that Tim continues as CEO. Meanwhile in a planet far away from earth some green lanterns save a planet that was under attack by yellow lanterns, the battle was hard on the planet, but they noticed that one of the lanterns was a human, they all knew of the prosperity, happiness and the protection that the planets ruled by red robin have, so they decide to ask for the human green lantern to contact Red robin if he was willing to rule their planet in exchange for helping it recover, surely this won't have any consequences.

This is such a beautiful crack idea I'm in love! The potential for chaos, the reveals, the long time secret. It's fantastic.

I am curious how many planets he ends up ruling by that point. Also, Starfire, Diana, Aquaman, and the GLs might insist that Tim be respected as the interplanetary ruler that he is. Suddenly, no one in JL can refer to Tim as anything less than a title of respect fit for someone of his position.

I'm also curious how Tim handled managing those planets while Bruce was gone. How did he keep that type of communication from Ra's?

Add onto Tim's ruined reputation with the JL (if you want extra spice)? What if someone tries to recommend that the JL takes over leadership for Red Robin due to them believing Tim can't handle it despite the many years he's not only led but brought the planets prosperity? That JL member is insisting on an action that will bring about war.

Just so much possibilities and chaos it's delicious. Thank you!

[gunsandspaceships]

MCU Timeline: Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2

Many millions of years ago - the emergence of Ego.

Over millions of years - he learns to control molecules, creating a planet around himself.

Thousands of years ago - 2014:

Ego discovers other life forms in the universe. Disappointed with what he has found, he decides that his true destiny is to turn every world into himself.

He plants his spores in the soil of thousands of planets.

Faced with the limitations of his abilities, Ego impregnates members of other species on these planets in the hopes of producing another Celestial.

After the children are born, he takes them to his planet in the hope that they carry his Celestial genes. But they all "fail" him, and he kills them without remorse.

Late 1970s - early 1980s:

Ego comes to Earth and falls in love with Meredith Quill.

He impregnates her and plants his seed on Earth.

After this, Ego returns to Earth 3 times to see Meredith. The last time, he places a tumor in her head so that he doesn't have to stop his Expansion for her.

~May 1980 - Ego shows a pregnant Meredith Quill his seed, which he planted in Missouri.

Late 1980 - Peter Quill is born.

Before 1988:

Yondu Udonta's parents sold him into slavery when he was an infant.

Yondu spends the next 20 years as a Kree battle slave.

Stakar, the leader of the Ravagers, frees him and offers him a place among them.

Yondu, now captain of one of the Ravager factions, betrays the Ravager's code by kidnapping Ego's children and delivering them to him. For this, Stakar exiles Yondu.

1988 - Peter is abducted by the Ravagers. Yondu decides to keep the boy to save him from the fate of the other children of Ego.

1988-2014 - Ego is looking for Peter.

Late 1990/1991 - Peter Quill becomes a 10-year-old spaceship pilot and takes possession of Milano.

Summer 2014:

The Battle of Xandar.

Yondu places a tracer on Milano.

Ego hears about Star-Lord.

The main events take place in late September or early October 2014, a few months after GotG 1.

Note: We can determine the month from the scenes with Ego's seed on Earth during his Expansion attempt. As you can see, it is the time of fallen leaves, while most plants are still green, which means it is most likely late September or early October.

Days or weeks before Day 1 - Nebula attempts to steal the Anulax batteries on the Sovereign and is captured.

Day 1:

Evening - Guardians fight an abilisk for the Sovereign and kill it.

After the fight, Rocket steals some batteries.

The Sovereign's leader, Ayesha, gives them the captured Nebula as payment.

Team sets off to Xandar to deliver Nebula to the Nova Corps for a bounty.

The Sovereign realize that the batteries have been stolen and pursue GotG into space until the team is saved by Ego, who destroys all of the Sovereign's remote-controlled spaceships.

Having sustained serious damage in battle, Milano makes an emergency landing on the planet Berhert.

Guardians and Nebula meet Ego and Mantis.

Night - Ego invites Peter and Co to visit his planet.

Day 2:

On the planet Contraxia, while Yondu's Ravagers are enjoying themselves, he meets Stakar. Stakar decides to deprive the local brothel owner of her clientele from all the Ravager clans for servicing Yondu's clan.

Ayesha comes to Contraxia to hire Yondu to capture and deliver GotG to her.

Morning - Peter, Gamora, and Drax follow Ego and Mantis, leaving Rocket and Groot to repair the ship and guard Nebula.

On Ego's ship, Mantis puts him to sleep. She and the Guardians talk and she demonstrates her abilities.

Rocket sets traps around the ship.

~Noon - Ego's ship arrives on his planet.

Ego tells the team his story: he is a Celestial, and the planet is him too.

Afternoon - finally, after many unsuccessful attempts to find someone among his children who would have the same abilities as him, Ego finds them in Peter. He teaches his son to use "light" to control the molecules of the planet.

Peter is having a great time playing ball with his father.

Meanwhile, Mantis tells Drax her short story and almost reveals what is really going on, but is interrupted by Gamora.

Mantis shows Gamora and Drax their quarters.

Night on Berhert - after using all the traps, the Rocket is caught. Yondu only wants to take the stolen batteries to sell them, but a member of his crew named Taserface starts a mutiny. Groot frees Nebula, and she helps the mutineers capture Yondu by blowing off his arrow controller.

On the Ravagers' ship, the mutineers bully Groot and kill members of the clan loyal to Yondu (all Kraglin's friends).

Nebula stops the killing by making a deal with Taserface to hand over the captives to interested parties for a reward, and receives a new arm.

She heads off to Ego's planet to kill Gamora.

Evening on Ego's planet - Peter and Gamora argue about Ego and the place.

Gamora sits alone in a field when she is attacked by Nebula in a spaceship. They fight, Nebula wins but is unable to kill Gamora. They end up with a truce.

Night on the Ravagers' ship - Yondu and Rocket are left together in a cell. Yondu tells his story and comes up with an escape plan.

Mutineers make a Ravager suit for Groot and then continue to bully him until they pass out drunk.

Yondu and Rocket send Groot to bring Yondu a new arrow controller - a prototype fin. After many attempts, Kraglin comes to the rescue.

Day 3:

Gamora and Nebula discover the bones of Ego's murdered children.

Kraglin turns on Quill's music and the three kill everyone on board and blow up the ship.

Before dying, Taserface sends Yondu's coordinates to the Sovereign.

On the detached portion of the ship, Yondu, Kraglin, Rocket, and Groot head towards Ego's planet, making 700 jumps at a time.

Ego tells Peter about the possibilities of their ability and his life's purpose - the Expansion.

A frightened Mantis wakes up Drax.

Gamora and Nebula return to the quarters, where Mantis tells them what's going on.

Ego unwisely confesses to Peter that he killed his mother by placing a tumor in her head.

Peter attacks him and ends up being hooked by an energy tentacle.

Ego destroys Peter's Walkman.

Noon in Missouri, Earth/Sunrise on Ego's planet - Using Peter as a battery, Ego launches the Expansion.

Yondu and Rocket arrive in time and pause the Expansion by crashing into Ego's "human" body.

The Sovereign fleet arrives.

The Battle on Ego's Planet.

Ayesha's fleet is destroyed again.

Ego is killed in a mind-blowing explosion.

Yondu sacrifices himself to save Peter.

Most likely later that day:

Rocket reassembles Yondu's broken arrow.

And tells the other Ravager clans about what Yondu did.

Ayesha creates Adam Warlock.

~Day 4:

Yondu's funeral and cremation.

Gamora hugs Nebula. Nebula leaves GotG for her mission impossible - to find and kill Thanos.

Kraglin gives Quill a Zune digital player with 300 songs that Yondu got for Peter.

Peter gives Kraglin the arrow.

The Ravagers arrive and hold their funeral, posthumously accepting Yondu back.

Some (short) time later:

Kraglin implants the fin into his head and learns to control the arrow.

In the process, he wounds Drax.

After a long separation, the Ravagers unite again.

2017/2018:

"You are boring" "I am Groot" post-credits scene.

MCU Timeline: The Infinity Saga

[ryunumber]

Wait wouldn't Obama having a ryu number open the floodgates for Steve from spore to have a ryu number of 3/4? An official maxis-made spore adventure called "how a bill becomes a law" features him as an NPC to be interacted with, details are very scarce (I only found out due to trying to find the dubious link of the obama spaceship as seen below), but the adventure has him there in the flesh

Oh. You know, I'm pretty sure that's the Obama spaceship being repurposed, but in context, it basically works so, sure, why not.

Thank you for the correction!