u/stamper197

At the behest of my friends I am posting this story as it made them laugh.. this is my submission for the Odin:

Ron knew two things with absolute certainty.

First: the Anvil Odin was the most beautiful thing ever forged by human hands.

Second: he absolutely could not afford one.

The Odin hung in the promotional trailer like a floating fortress carved from black steel and bad financial decisions. Massive railguns lined its spine. Missile batteries covered every angle. Turrets rotated with slow mechanical menace while smaller ships exploded around it in glorious cinematic fireballs.

“Rule the stars,” the trailer whispered.

Ron watched it fourteen times. His electric bill sat unopened on the kitchen counter beside an empty pizza box and a bottle of ibuprofen. The refrigerator contained energy drinks, leftover tacos, and approximately three molecules of milk. But none of that mattered when compared to the magnificence of the Odin.

The problem was simple. The Odin wasn’t real. Well, technically it existed inside Star Citizen, but the ship itself cost an amount of money that would make financially responsible adults physically ill. Rational people saw that price tag and immediately closed the webpage. Ron saw destiny.

His friend Malik nearly dropped his phone when Ron announced the plan during a Discord call.

“You’re spending HOW much on a spaceship?”

“It’s not just a spaceship,” Ron corrected.

“It’s a capital-class war platform.”

“It’s digital.”

“It has enough guns to frighten God.”

“You could buy an actual used car.”

“Yes, but does a used car strike fear into pirates across Stanton?”

Malik paused. “…Fair point. Still stupid though.” Ron ignored him. For weeks he obsessed over the ship. He watched fleet battle videos at 2 a.m. He read forum arguments longer than college dissertations. He memorized turret placements, hangar capacity, armor specs, and optimal crew loadouts like sacred scripture. At night he imagined standing on the bridge of the Odin. Enemy contacts appearing on radar. Panic spreading across local comms. Then his ship arriving from quantum travel like the wrath of an angry god. Massive engines glowing blue. Railguns charging. Smaller ships scattering in terror. “Target acquired.” BOOM. Entire corvettes erased from existence. It wasn’t just a ship. It was a lifestyle. Meanwhile, in reality, Ron began making increasingly questionable financial choices.

He stopped buying good groceries. “Ramen builds character.” He delayed replacing his worn-out tires. “They still have some tread.” He canceled streaming subscriptions. “I don’t need entertainment,” he muttered while watching Odin videos for six consecutive hours. Finally, after weeks of reckless budgeting and one horrifyingly irresponsible credit card decision, the moment arrived.

PURCHASE COMPLETE.

Ron stared silently at the screen. Then immediately whispered:

“Oh no…”

Not because he regretted it. Because the ship looked even cooler than he imagined. The Odin rotated slowly in the digital hangar. Turrets tracked invisible enemies. The massive rail cannons stretched across the hull like weapons specifically designed to violate peace treaties. Ron felt emotional.

“This,” he whispered, “is peak human achievement.”

The first time he loaded into the ship, he wandered the halls in stunned silence. The bridge alone was larger than his apartment. Crew stations blinked with soft blue lighting. Elevators hummed through armored decks. Hangars sat ready for fighters that Ron absolutely could not afford next.

Yet. His headset crackled. Malik had joined the server.

“Ron.” “Yes?” “How much money do you have left?”

Ron checked his banking app. “…Enough.”

“That is not a number.”

“There are numbers involved.”

“Ron.”

“Fourteen dollars.”

“RON.”

“But look at this thing.”

The Odin emerged from the hangar into open space with terrifying elegance. Engines thundered to life. The ship moved slowly, confidently, like something fully aware it could erase entire fleets if annoyed enough. Nearby players immediately reacted in chat.

“WAIT IS THAT AN ODIN?” “Who actually owns one of those?” “That man has no financial survival instincts.” Ron grinned like a madman. Fear. Respect. Concern for his credit score. This was power. A pirate player scanned him moments later. The pirate ship paused. Then immediately turned around and quantum jumped away without firing a shot. Ron nearly cried from happiness.

“Did you SEE that?” he shouted. Malik sighed deeply through the headset. “You spent rent money to become a space-based psychological weapon.” “And it worked.” Hours later, long after the excitement faded, Ron sat alone in the glow of the monitor staring proudly at the Odin resting in orbit.

A notification appeared on his phone.

LOW BALANCE ALERT.

Another followed seconds later.

PAYMENT DUE.

Ron slowly looked from the phone back to the massive warship on screen. Its hull lights glowed softly in the darkness like the eyes of a mechanical god demanding further irresponsible purchases. He smiled. “Absolutely worth it.” Then the apartment lights shut off. The room went completely dark except for the monitor. Ron sat silently for a long moment before muttering:

“…Okay maybe I should’ve bought groceries first.”

I would love it if they made multi package scanning venicle location aware. These packages are in the rear, these center seats, passenger seat etc.

I try to keep packages by size sorted together with all envelopes in my passenger seat and big boxes in the rear cargo and medium boxes in my seats. I try to also subsort by number. But a lot of times what they think is a box is an envelope or vise versa and it sure would be nice if the app said this package is in your passenger seat or rear cargo etc. I feel with multi scanning can probably just take care of it when you hit your first stop as my dsp certainly doesn't give you time to do it at loading.