RIP Ralph Baer
I really, really hate writing obits. I really do. But I take it as a personal honor to be able to say good things about the men and women I respect, whether in this industry or just in my life, and Ralph Baer is the reason all of this exists in the first...
Alone in space, light years away from your family, armed with only your Fistcannon™, Platform Drill and the meanest cup of coffee in the sector; you are Cargo Corps latest recruit. Your job is simple: travel through the vast reaches of wormhole-filled space salvaging priceless cargo from alien infested containers. No big deal. The work is hard, honest, and hairy: punch deadly mutants in the face, travel between your ship and containers using advanced Cargo Corp-approved technologies, like Jumping™ and Holding Your Breath™. Jockey for promotions with thousands of other Cargo Commanders in the galaxy and collect over 80 different cargo types ranging from pimp shoes to rare alien minerals, all the while earning your way back home.