Context: Each of these posts are continuations of the previous which you can find here:Rudy's Star Citizen Journal #1 (thatguyrudy.com)
Star Citizen spawns players as clones of their former selves upon death.
I walk for an hour following weird green lights on the horizon, all the while passing the occasional wreckage of other ships. I make it to a small outpost in time to see the only ship on its landing pad take off. I walk into one of the habitable buildings, fill a private storage compartment with all my stuff then do a dangerous logoff. My character dies happily knowing they did everything they could. It’s up to the next incarnation now.