Merry Christmas from Gala Games — Enjoy this fun and heartwarming holiday poem!
In a digital world full of of pixels and bytes Lived a digital Grinch with a heart fraught with mites. He hated the joy of empowering games, The ownership, freedom and tokenized claims.
“They celebrate Christmas with gamified cheer,” He grumbled and grouched, filled with holiday fear. “Their avatars sing and their coins they exchange, While I sit here counting my last pocket change”
Then the old Grinch struck a mischievous plan, To steal the rewards from each guild and each clan. To startle the servers with hacking quite shameless, To steal their rewards and thus leave them all gameless.
With tempest of typing and treacherous titter, He unleashed his code and then took straight to Twitter, Where gamers cried of their rewards disappearing, While haters replied with “I told you so” jeering.
The players were stunned and their festive moods dashed, As their avatars vanished and game servers crashed. Even poor Santa and elves were all kicked; The extent of the disarray none could predict.
But amidst all the chaos a young voice arose, A player named Max, with a heart that still glows. He reminded them all through the glitching and lag, The true meaning of Christmas was never just swag.
“Friendship” he cried, “and the joy that we share, Are more precious than prizes and presents to spare, Let’s join as one, singing carols so bright That we’ll drown out the darkness with jubilant light!”
Then all of the players joined digital hands, Singing carols online, across digital lands. Their voices rang out and were heard everywhere, Even reaching the Grinch’s enthralling despair.
He realized that what he had tried to reclaim, Was more than rewards and much more than a game. His hatred dissolved into shame’s stinging whack; With a click of his mouse, he reversed the attack.
The Grinch even gave them a bonus worth loving, With plenty for all and no pushing or shoving; A digital gift of a festive red hat, Which he placed on each avatar’s head, then he sat.
He learned that empowerment’s not about stuff, It’s not about owning or having “enough,” And playing together with freedom and heart Whenever we can is a good place to start.
So from that day on, the Grinch joined Gala Games As a good-hearted hacker, protecting their aims. Remember the Grinch and the lesson he learned, When thinking you’ve gained only what you have earned.
With a huge leap forward, the new Last Expedition Early Access build is now live and ready to take your breath away.
Hunter’s Early Access Token Holders
If you’ve been holding your breath for an even better build, this is your chance. If you haven’t played in Early Access at all yet, here are the steps to get in the game.
Make sure your free Epic Games account is all set up.
Make sure you are logged into your Gala Games account in your web browser.
Once in the game, find a server in your global region and jump in with your best Early Access crew.
To play, you’ll need one of these!
No Token Yet?
you may want to hurry up and make friends with a Last Expedition OP (Node Operator). You’ll need a worthy crew to run missions with, but Node Operators may also be holding onto some extra Early Access tokens, as multiples were included in past Operator’s Node License bundle packs.
Picking up Early Access in the Gala Games store is as easy as grabbing an Early Access Hunter’s Pack, which includes a limited edition Rare “Ice” Skin for Alice Mackeye.
Once you have that token in your GalaChain inventory, you’ll be allowed to download the Early Access build and install the game.
Very soon, we’ll be launching a series of developer streams in which the gaming greats who created Last Expedition will take on Aura themselves, talking about the game’s future while doing their best to survive in a brutal custom server full of badass OP Mod predators.
Run Your Node
If you purchased a Last Expedition Operator’s Node License bundle in a previous sale or found an OP License in a Gala Games Mystery Pack, now’s the time to configure and start running your server.
No details are yet available on the future reward economy for Node Operators, but you can get your Node ready and empower other Early Access players to join in! If you’re a collector of OP Mods like the Primal Ravager, Primal Bone Snapper and Primal Porcupine, this is also your chance to pack them into your server and make it more challenging for everyone.
You can still pick up a Last Expedition Node Operator’s license now in the extended Summer OP License Bundle sale, through this link.
Watch out for Ravagers!
Let the Team Know
Between missions, come on down to the Gala Games Discord community to let us know what you think. After unveiling such an incredible new Early Access build, we’re looking forward to some great discussions in the channel, so don’t miss out!
Thirteen years had passed since the flames of Izu consumed Alex’s world. Now a man of twenty, he bore the physical scars of his past. The wilderness had etched a feral resilience into his being, and now that he was no longer afraid to hold company, he was untouchable by the slings and arrows of ridicule. Within him still flickered the embers of hope for revenge, fueled by the memory of his fallen village and hardened by his love of firepower.
For the past four years, since the prophecy of the wizard Pyros (whom he had not encountered since), Alex had loyally carried the ancient shoulder cannon wherever he went. The shoulder cannon was an archaic weapon, wielded in days of giants, days in which men grew much taller and stronger than in Elysium today. His ability to shoulder the mighty weapon was uncanny, but its weight caused Alex’s back to hunch even further as the years went by. He welcomed these changes with good humor, knowing the cannon would be a part of him forever.
With his fears of people since defeated, Alex enjoyed traveling about, spending time with the inhabitants of various towns and villages throughout Elysium. With his cannon and firepower to protect him, he needed not even worry about the more perilous lands toward the center of the continent, where the Ring of Ruin exuded a strange and evil magic that produced nightmarish monsters. So Alex explored the lands looking for good company.
One evening he found a crowd in the bustling eastern tavern of Havenfall, nestled along the rugged coast, where he regaled the patrons with his outlandish tales, oblivious to the whispers of amusement that followed him.
But the evening’s merriment was all but shattered when a ragged and black-toothed sailor uttered a single phrase: Dark Sun. It was a name carved into Alex’s soul like a knife of fire, a name that awoke a dormant beast of rage within. Years of friendliness and genial composure crumbled, replaced by a primal fury that threatened to consume him. In a fit of confusion and rage, Alex nearly lit his cannon and set the entire place ablaze.
A seasoned sailor named William, with a handlebar mustache and a mighty anchor held as a weapon at his side, sensed the storm brewing within Alex. He left his place at the bar and quickly intervened, his voice a calming wave against the rising tide of anger in the young man. He took Alex aside, befriended him and listened to his tragic story, a tale of a lost village and a thirst for vengeance. William, seeing in Alex a reflection of his own past struggles, was moved with sympathy and camaraderie.
Together, they forged a plan. The sailor who had mentioned Dark Sun was a mate for Crimson Dawn, a notorious pirate crew rumored to be suppliers of gunpowder to the Dark Sun, became their target. Alex, with his imposing presence and shoulder cannon — an archaic relic from a forgotten age — and William, with his stoic strength and formidable anchor-axe, presented themselves as prospective mates for Crimson Dawn.
Their offer to join the crew was met with mixed reactions. The sight of Alex’s cannon intrigued the pirates, its power a tempting tool for their nefarious plans, but Alex’s wildness caused hesitation.
While the Crimson Dawn mates were unsure about Alex, William’s reputation as a skilled sailor and his calm demeanor spoke volumes for both of them. The crew, primarily from fear of treachery, decided to split them up. Alex, with his cannon, was granted immediate acceptance on the harbored ship’s crew. William, they declared, would have to prove his worth aboard another ship due to arrive within three days.
Disappointment flickered across Alex’s face, but William’s hand clasped his shoulder in a reassuring grip. “Remember our plan, brother,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble. “We will meet again soon, and together, we will see the Dark Sun extinguished.”
With a heavy heart, Alex watched his friend disappear into the crowds of Havenfall. He knew the plan was risky, but trust in William burned bright within him. It was time to infiltrate the enemy’s ranks, to gather information, and to strike the first blow against those who had stolen his childhood and his family.
The fire of vengeance burned brighter than ever, fueled by a newfound purpose. He would finally become the instrument of justice that would reclaim his lost innocence, bring peace to his thirsty soul, and forge a new destiny.
But the journey ahead was fraught with dangers. The Crimson Dawn was a crew of hardened criminals, and Alex, despite his feral skills, was an outsider. He had to tread carefully, walk a tightrope between suspicion and acceptance, all while carrying the weight of his past and the burden of his vengeance.
He knew that this was only the beginning. The path to justice would be long and arduous, but Alex was determined to walk it. He would not rest until the flames of his cannon’s vengeance had consumed the darkness that had consumed his world.
