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Being a long standing member from preorder date I've seen atlas from ever minor and major change and as everyone knows it's not perfect by a long shot, BUT its community knows well how to not only ballance the game but also how to make it more popular. We all know the history of how it came to be as a split off from ark but to the point I'm making. A very helpful suggestion if possible firstly is to lower or change the codex for your various farming/gathering establishments. It is more a hindrance and far less appealing game play when we cannot place all or even ONE gathering building because it is "TOO CLOSE" to another this includes OTHER PEOPLES which it SHOULD NOT be effected by, even if we manage to get one building down it's a good 150 square units before another can be placed THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE. When we had the simple farmhouse gathering everything gameplay was great and actually enjoyable. But now that immersion has come to the board it makes it increasingly difficult for anyone large or small to properly enjoy the game rather than constantly have to go searching for their various gathering spots. I'm aware of the purpose of the warehouse to simplify this however EVEN THE WAREHOUSE is bound by the same restrictions! this is a matter to which myself and I'm sure many others feel could be rectified easily. SECONDLY, with the new release of ships as grand as they are it gives full reason and ability for us to have our generic ships free again, if anything the most annoying change was how after so long we have to pay for ships that we spend weeks or even months constructing only to have to pay for it as well. If the money provided the ship automatic crew and cannon placement then I could completely understand and accept such pricing but as it is most cant even afford to build a brig. anymore despite the market providing gold due to the issue stated above this. Ergo I would request the development team take the time to heed my advice and act upon it you are doing great work and making incredible changes to better the game but to make it all worth while heed the communities ideas and efforts to help you a achieve more greatness by making the gameplay fair for ALL be them individual or the largest tribe online. Thank you for your time and efforts.

The trip to Nozetal had been a bittersweet one. While the salty ocean winds had breathed life into these old sea bones, the lingering memories of my time in La Noferia left me on edge. I had narrowly evaded certain death and although we were now miles away, the danger remained as present as the tattered journal close to my chest. Landfall could not come soon enough, the crew were on their final leg before their for home voyage and a detour for a strange passenger with mysterious intentions did not help ease their growing restlessness. I had kept to myself in my quarters and on landing, I quickly disembarked, narrowly avoiding an escalating confrontation about a missing pinnace that had mysteriously disappeared overnight. While a large town with folk of all manners, I could not help but feel the eyes of the townsfolk had pegged me as someone different. My apparel was nothing remarkable but it seems my inquiries about my pending guide had made me a person of interest. When I finally entered the local alehouse, it seemed word had spread quickly, because with each step towards the bar, I drew more and more attention from the local patrons. As I approached the bar, I met eyes with the barkeep and he gestured, as if he knew everything already, with a tilt of his head to a briny old man with a battered cocked hat and disheveled blue jacket. The stench of sea and spirits grew stronger as I walked over, a familiar aura put off by those devoted to the sail and by the smell, he was the most devout I had ever encountered. "Captain?", I inquired. The word was clear as a bell as the room had fallen silent, all ears had perked for any tidbit of our conversation. However, the man remained unresponsive, still hunched over the bar. As I cleared my throat to repeat my query, the Captain turned, leapt off his stool and grabbed me by my head, hands on either side. He now towered over me, much larger than I perceived in his former slouched state, with his giant hands palming my head. Stunned, I closed my eyes expecting him to crush my skull with the slightest muscle twitch. "Nephew!", he exclaimed as he glanced over me, "Aren't you just the spittin' image of your mother, God rest her soul!" And before I could respond to the misunderstanding, he wrapped his massive arms around me and clutched my head straight into his chest. "Do you have the money, lad?" he whispered so only I could hear. "Ye.. yes." I coughed still fazed by the sudden display of affection and new proximity to the source of the seaman's stench. "Barkeep, a round on me. A celebration for the reunion of me and me sis's son!" The still air was broken with the news of good fortune and with a collective cheer, the familiar bar sounds returned. "Pay the man and meet me at the docks, less prying ears out on the sea." With that he released me and I stumbled gasping for a clean breath of air. Recovered but still shaken by the grand charade that just took place, I took a stool next to his to fake familiarities until it was time to leave. The captain "retired" for the night shortly after and I was soon to follow, much lighter on coin than I had entered. I met the Captain again on his vessel, a small cog, meant for a light crew. As requested, we set off with just us two to man the cog, in an effort to keep our journey discrete. Unlike the actor in the alehouse, the Captain was a quiet man. Apparently, his willingness for the absurd and the rewards that followed had gained him much unwanted notoriety and many adversaries to boot. He often departed for journeys quickly in the night, in hopes to keep his pursuers off guard. And so that night, we set sail for Walfield Atol, a close but treacherous and relatively uncharted area known for its mysterious weather conditions and strange disappearances of many a crew. It had been a few days before we drew close to our final destination. Unfortunately, we were not alone. Another small ship had been following our vessel since our departure and keeping its distance throughout the journey. However, the Captain was not fazed, believing we'd lose them once we arrived at Walfield Atol. "Only the king of fools is dense enough to take a cog through Walfield, and you're in the presence of royalty," he would reply with a laugh to my concerns. And as we sailed closer black clouds could not only be seen in our direction but also seeming closing in on us at our wake. Between shifts at the helm, I had started deciphering another page in the journal and now finished, I thought I had gone wrong, for the translation depicted something truly unbelievable. To reassure myself, I reread the page aloud, hoping to discover any mistakes that could affirm my doubts and put me at ease. A burning disk, floating on the turbulent surface of the ocean. A rumor that almost rivaled the discovery of real Wonders and Monuments in the world has reached me. I set sail to the rumored location of one of these disks, near the Walfield Atol. I have a feeling that this might be related to the temple that I found on that island. I arrive at the island and look west, in the direction of the rumored disk. I can’t see anything, but it’s mid-afternoon so I decide to wait until morning to set sail again thinking this rumor was a tale to mislead youthful pathfinders. As it gets darker I head back up to the deck of my Sloop to make sure no pirates have found me. The island is silent, and I see no lights. I look over to the West and pause. What is that blueish light? It's near the horizon, and far too bright to be a star. Raising anchor I set sail towards the blue light with the wind at my back. The rumors were true. I arrive in the middle of nowhere to a...disk shaped structure that is aflame with bright blue-white fire? It looks like lightning made fluid. I look over the side of my Sloop down at the surface of the water and panic. I’m caught in a maelstrom, and am being dragged into the ring. There is barely enough time to run to the captain's wheel, before my Sloops bow enters the burning ring's light. My skin begins to tingle and all my hair stands up. My vision fades to a blinding bright white. After a few moments my vision returns to normal and I find myself sailing away from the disk. I open my compass to set sail back to port, but I’m sailing the wrong direction. The wind is still at my back, but now I’m sailing East? I pull out my sextant to confirm...and I’m no longer at the same part of the ocean as I was a few moments ago. I’m on the other side of the world! I get my bearings and set sail to the nearest freeport. Foolishness, I thought to myself. Discs, like portals, to another location? Impossible. As I finished, I heard the Captain call to me muffled by the crashing waves from an impending storm. The deck had become slick with rain and as I stumbled to the helm, I could only suspect that what he had for me was not going to be pleasant news. "If you're going to tell me about the storm I've noticed!" I yelled over the crashing waves. "They're damned fools too! Look!" he replied pointing to the stern with one hand with the other struggling to steady the wheel. As I looked to our rear, I was greeted by a haunting sight. Only about 200 yards away, our pursuers had drawn close and were nearly at our heels. To my horror, piloting the pursuing vessel were three figures in black cloaks. Instantly, my heart sank and I buckled, nearly losing grip of the railing. "They'll be on us soon enough, but I'd gladly give them my title if they tried to board us in this storm!" The captain boasted as the waves continued to toss our ship. I gathered myself and peered to the rain at the chasing ship, hoping the waves would take them instead. As they bobbed in the sea, two of the figures had made their way to the front of the ship, each holding out something, as if making an offering to the sea. In my astonishment, a small flash came from each of their hands and suddenly, the objects they held were no more. I had not a moment to comprehend the small ritual that had taken place before a giant flash of light illuminated the sky behind me. I turned to see a giant red disc had taken shape over the water a few hundred yards in front of us. Is this the disc the journal spoke of? Bewildered, I vaguely recall the Captain frantically screaming profanities as he tried to regain control of our vessel to no avail. Our ship began to pick up speed, pulled toward the disc by some unseen force. It was only a short time before our vessel made contact with the anomaly, slowly engulfing each part as it helplessly sailed through. And as the disc finally swept over me, I clutched the journal that led me here and prayed its words were true. Final Note Again, we would like to emphasize that ATLAS is still in Early Access, meaning many things can and will likely continue to drastically change - even in the middle of development. Anything discussed is only up to date as of the moment it is posted. Features and changes that ultimately make it to the next patch, as well as timing, may be different from what was previously discussed. As always, we appreciate the suggestions and feedback from the community. Please keep them coming! Thank you for all of your support! Happy Sailing, - ATLAS Crew For the latest dispatch on #playATLAS keep yer one good eye trained on this here information Natter n' chatter on Discord: https://discord.gg/playatlas Hear ye, hear ye on Twitter: https://twitter.com/sailtheatlas Watch us scallywags on Twitch: http://twitch.tv/sailtheatlas Plus ye can band with us Pirates on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/playatlasgame View full article

I don’t think it is I who needs medication. Are you feeling ok? You sir have a potty mouth. are you here just to insult other forum goers? I haven’t really seen you say anything positive either to be honest.

It had been a week or so after that fateful night before I was ready to set off to sea. I had arranged for all of my personal belongings to be sold off, in exchange for some supplies and passage on a ship heading east. The ship would rendezvous in Nozetal with a local captain who was known to take any fare as long as the gold was right. With my itinerary set, the days could not go by fast enough, anxiously waiting to set course for the lands unknown depicted in the cryptic journal. We laid my brother's body to rest a couple days after I had discovered him dead, washed up on the shore. My boisterous brother had apparently made a name for himself in this small harbor town with nearly half the residents in attendance at his funeral. To somber the mood, his mates suggested a celebration in his honor and begrudgingly I obliged, on the terms it took place the night before I left. As much as I would enjoy a fitting send off for closest kin, I was still well aware that those that murdered Nathan could still be out there and would still be looking for the pages he died protecting. The inn was full that night, filled with every sort of scallywag one could imagine. As I was packing my belongings in one of the rooms above, the windows laid open, a vent from the heat already rising from the festivities taking place below. Towards the end of the evening I made my way downstairs to make my appearances, anxious for this night to end so I could start my journey come sunrise. I took a seat at the bar with a few old crewmates and bided my time with half laughs and fake smiles, waiting for the opportunity to make some excuses to end the night early. After about four or five half-baked, fully exaggerated stories and a sea shanty or two, I noticed my mug had run dry and was looking to the innkeep to top me up. However, as I lifted my glass to signal my predicament, I noticed he had much more pressing matters at hand. His eyes were fixed on the doorway, as if sizing up trouble as it entered the inn. As I peered over my shoulder through the crowded bar room, three figures in black cloaks made their way through the crowd and sat themselves at a table in the back corner. A chill went up my spine as I turned to face the bar and the empty mug in front of me, feeling their eyes burn a hole in my back. The room felt much hotter and as I gripped the pages of the journal tucked into my shirt, panic raced in my mind as sweat began to bead on my forehead. "You alright mate?" I thought the innkeeper shouted but all noises had become dull and unrecognizable as I wondered if I was about to share the same fate as my brother. "Oi, you're clean dry, let me fix that for ya!", he continued as he grabbed my mug. But I was no longer concerned with my thirst, for it seemed my demise was inevitable, draped in a black cloak a few yards away. Thoughts raced in my head, of my brother, the journal, and the dreams dashed before they started. Through pure instinct, my body urged me to run. Run as fast as I can to anywhere. Anywhere is better than here. Before my head could process, my hand was already on the bar turning myself to the door. Eyes fixed on the target, I plotted my route through the crowd and out the front door. I took a moment to glance at my pursuers and as our eyes met, a slam pierced through the fog of noise and shook me to attention. I turned to the bar to see a frothy mug had been dropped at my place and a kind smile had returned with a solution to my woes. "Take a swig and you'll be alright lad," he beckoned. Dazed, with the train of thought derailed, I grabbed the mug and took a hearty swig, half in hopes this ale would deliver me from this hellish situation. To my surprise, my salvation wasn't in the mug but under it. As I wiped my lips with my sleeve and looked to place the mug down again, in its place was a worn iron key. My eyes widened as I stared at it and when I finally looked up at the innkeep, he leaned and whispered, "You should get a bit of rest now. I think you'll find this room a little more comfortable." As he leaned back and left to address the rest of the clientele, the pieces, once jumbled, were now set and I had hope. With my back to my potential assailants, I carefully tucked the key into my jacket and stood up from the bar. With one last swig, I finished my drink and then said my farewells. I left every coin on my person and carefully made my way back up the stairs. As I ascended, I took one last look across the room at the three in black, hoping to never see them again. I raced down the hallway past my room and used the key to enter the room next door. I slid into the room and quickly locked it shut. With my back against the door, I clutched the journal at my chest and let out a deep breath. It was not long before I heard footsteps in the hallway. Nervously, I had placed myself up against the wall shared with my previous room and could hear, although muffled by the noise from below, as they made entry into my former quarters. They moved quickly, breaking down the door and quickly realizing I was no longer there. From the muffled shouts, they deduced I had left through the window that had been left open and sent one in search of me while the others stayed to search the room. The desperate snapping of wood and tearing of cloth was the only thing heard for the next few minutes as I sat in silence, occasionally startled when their carnage would fly across the room and slam into the shared wall. Thoroughly spent and unrewarded, the noise from the neighboring room subsided and finally, after some time, hurried footsteps rushed down the hallway to continue their search elsewhere. They had not found me but I was not safe yet. I dared not sleep in fear of their return and sat quietly, in anticipation of the footsteps coming down the hall again. Paranoia began to creep in as every sound as the night went on drew closer to sounds of imminent danger. It was not long before I began pleading within myself for the sun to rise and to be away from this town. I needed to do something to keep the idle mind at bay. To keep myself from madness, I lit a candle on the floor and pulled out the journal. I hastily arranged the sea-soaked pages on the floor and began to decipher the next entry in the journal. As the words and phrases unraveled, I became more and more obsessed, losing my senses of the world around me. The findings Nathan died protecting would change the world forever and it was our fate to share them with the world. Possessed, I continued to scribble the entry into existence. The sky had changed to a lighter shade of blue and a peek of orange could be seen once I was done. In my amazement and relief, I read the words aloud, grateful to see another day. “I set sail to the Walfield Atol, an island reported to have Power Nodes located on it. As it appeared on the horizon, I could see an odd formation sticking out of the sand. It looked too straight to be a rock, but due to its size I couldn’t imagine what else it could be. As I sailed closer however, I realized it was carved! It was an immense statue. I could see the outline of the skull carved into stone, eyes glowing green in the late evening light. Dropping anchor, I jumped into the water and swam to shore. This statue had to be bigger than any I have seen in these waters before. Was this the structure that so many pathfinders have spoken of? I set off on foot towards the center of the island, where an Altar was rumored to be. As I follow the river around a large rock formation I pass carved rock pillars. Similar to the totem statue that I passed earlier, but not as large. Looking forward I see something that can only be described as a man made hill. It is a giant perfectly round… mound. The same skulls that were carved into the totem are all over it. I made my way to the top and almost fell face first into a pit. I’m sickened by what I see at the bottom. Several skeletons and rotting corpses are floating in a shallow pool of water. The smell of rotting flesh makes me fall back, slipping and rolling to the dirt. Shaken, I stand and rush past this Burial Mound hoping that that is the worst I find on this island. Finally, I found the Altar that I’m looking for. Cursed Pirates are everywhere, so I am hiding in a bush. Watching the pirates I notice that they are carrying large chunks of stone and wood around another huge boulder. I sneak around and sink back onto my knees. They have built what looks like a temple. There must be several rooms inside, as I watch at least fifty pirates enter the structure with full loads, but leave empty handed. Do I dare try to sneak inside? I didn’t bring enough grog for that. I hurry back to my Sloop and set sail for the nearest freeport.” I sat back in awe. These altars, these monuments, could etch our names in history! Not only that, I finally had a destination. Walfield Atol, I had never heard of it, but it was start. I frantically gathered what was left of my things and raced to the harbor. I sprinted through the streets, half-delirious, half-jubilant, shedding tears to my good fortune. And as the anchor raised from my vessel and the harbor slowly shrank into the distance, peace had finally set in. The doors were all shut. But miraculously, I had been given a key, and now, wonders untold await me. Exhausted, I went into the hold for some much needed rest. I grabbed whatever I could find and made a bed on a few crates. And there I slept, dreams reignited, swathed in a long black cloak. Major Announcement We hope you are enjoying our continuing narrative building up to our next major patch! We'd like to announce today that we have a set date for the new update, October 27th. With this update, we will be having a full wipe of all servers. We can't wait to show you what is next for Atlas so stay tuned for more details! Final Note Again, we would like to emphasize that ATLAS is still in Early Access, meaning many things can and will likely continue to drastically change - even in the middle of development. Anything discussed is only up to date as of the moment it is posted. Features and changes that ultimately make it to the next patch, as well as timing, may be different from what was previously discussed. As always, we appreciate the suggestions and feedback from the community. Please keep them coming! Thank you for all of your support! Happy Sailing, - ATLAS Crew For the latest dispatch on #playATLAS keep yer one good eye trained on this here information Natter n' chatter on Discord: https://discord.gg/playatlas Hear ye, hear ye on Twitter: https://twitter.com/sailtheatlas Watch us scallywags on Twitch: http://twitch.tv/sailtheatlas Plus ye can band with us Pirates on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/playatlasgame View full article

Yeah im guessing copper is the same way. i've looked at a ton of high/low desert and haven't seen it anywhere. Unfortunately i dont have a spot to put down a market.

It had been a few years since I had been to the sea. The life I had once loved was a distant memory and I had moved on from the life of piracy to settle down in a quaint village before Davy Jones and the sea came a knockin' to collect back what I rightfully stole. I swore I'd never return. But when my younger brother wrote to me of a mysterious, new discovery he had made, promising of treasures untold. I was forced to return to the fickle waters, after adamant warnings of danger had gone unreturned. For you see, if the sea has taught me anything, it is that no matter the glory or riches that may come your way, there is always a price to pay. When I arrived in the port town of La Noferia, I was quick to learn that my brother had been missing for some time. From the locals, I had learned he had arrived a few weeks ago regaling anyone who would listen about his new discovery and potential fortune. The idiot had always been a boisterous one and it seems it may have cost him, dearly. A few of his crewmates informed me he had been staying in a small shack a few hours from the harbor so I immediately took off and by nightfall of that first day, I had arrived. It was a lonely thing, this shack, sitting on the edge of land and beach silhouetted by the moon as the shore curled behind it, leaving only the ocean beyond it. As I entered, it reeked of sea and spirits, as well as a few rotten meals from nights before. I carefully searched the shack, but there were no signs of my brother and from the condition of the room, no one had been around for days. Exhausted, I sat down on the steps in front of the door and looked out to the sea, contemplating the odd reunion taking place before me and wondering what twisted fate the sea had planned for me. It was then that I saw it, off in the distance, a small sparkle in the tide. I knew it before I even got up from the steps but still I ran to the tide, hoping to disprove my darkest fears. As I drew closer, the outline of a body began to take shape. Although he was face down when I approached, I knew it was him. He was prone, lifeless, washed up from the sea and around his neck was that stupid bandana: the one he was so proud of, the one he never took off, the one I gave him when he took my place in the company. As the waves lapped over the poor soul, I dropped to my knees and cursed myself realizing my debt had been paid. Through the tears I noticed he was holding something. A book of some sort, inset with an exotic jewel that I had never seen before. Is this what this fool had thrown his life away for? I pried the journal out of his hands and sat in the damp sand, book in my lap. Unnerved by the tide, I needed to know what was so important that my brother was willing to die for and so by moonlight, I began to read. Most of the pages were damaged, torn out, or in a language I could not comprehend. Tried as I could, I was unable to make sense of it and after what seemed like hours, I threw the book down in frustration. Defeated and knowing the responsibilities still required to tend to my dead sibling, I reconciled to calling it a day. I looked at the body next to me with a feeling of guilt and frustration, staring at that damned bandana. Why did I have to give him that stupid thing? Why couldn't I protect him? Why couldn't it have been me? Blinded by the welling rage, I grabbed at the bandana attempting to rip it off him. To my dismay, the knot was under his neck and I was forced to flip him over to untie it. Perturbed, I rolled to my knees and shoved the lifeless corpse exposing his smiling face now bright in the moonlight. That wily smile, the one that had been his forgiveness after all the pranks he had pulled on me as children, now revealed, startled me causing me to sit back on the damp sand. "One last prank?", I thought as I recovered and surveyed the lifeless prankster in front of me. "Even when you're dead, you're an asshole", I muttered as I leaned back over him to untie the bandana. But as I reached over, my eyes widened as I caught a glimpse of a familiar parchment carefully tucked under his shirt. I quickly grabbed the damp, tattered pages, identical to the ones found in the journal. One seemed like a cypher, half in the foriegn writings and the other, in my brother's handwriting. The other was written by my foolish sibling, an already translated copy of one of the pages from the journal. Maddened by this turn of fortune, I began to read aloud the blood-stained scribblings that my kin desperately died protecting. As the last words trailed from my lips, I froze. Unsure of what to do with this amazing new discovery, my mind blanked. Suddenly, a smile crept to my face and I began to laugh. Unable to control what was coming over me, the laughter began to build, louder and louder to the point of hysteria. “You son of a...”, I yelled as I finally got a hold of myself and wiped a tear from my eye. There was only one thing left to do in my mind: Unearth the mysteries of the journal and continue the discoveries my brother sacrificed himself for. “For the first time, we’ll do this together, Nathan.” I whispered as I untied the bandana from his neck and fastened it around mine. Once I got to my feet, journal and pages in hand, I began to walk along the shore preparing in my head the arrangements for my brother's funeral and for the upcoming adventures ahead. The sea had cleared my slate and I paid a heavy price. But the way I see it, Nathan didn’t get the chance to take from all that life has to offer, so for him, I plan to collect in full. Final Note Again, we would like to emphasize that ATLAS is still in Early Access, meaning many things can and will likely continue to drastically change - even in the middle of development. Anything discussed is only up to date as of the moment it is posted. Features and changes that ultimately make it to the next patch, as well as timing, may be different from what was previously discussed. As always, we appreciate the suggestions and feedback from the community. Please keep them coming! Thank you for all of your support! Happy Sailing, - ATLAS Crew For the latest dispatch on #playATLAS keep yer one good eye trained on this here information Natter n' chatter on Discord: https://discord.gg/playatlas Hear ye, hear ye on Twitter: https://twitter.com/sailtheatlas Watch us scallywags on Twitch: http://twitch.tv/sailtheatlas Plus ye can band with us Pirates on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/playatlasgame View full article

Yeah im figuring out all the changes as I go along. Thanks for the heads up on the Manned stuff for crew etc. Need to get another level to get the large speed sails. Kinda forgot to get that part. Figure i'll work on that next. I went out and got some rhinos, giraffe, elephants yesterday. Was able to actually find a place to put a mine where i'm currently residing. It's nice but honestly not needed as you said. I have pretty much given up on the whole warehouse idea. I mean the only redeeming thing about the whole warehouse is storage/market/traderoutes-( wanted to experience that and so I don't have to make 50 billion chests). I mean the whole fix would be taking out the radius. Putting it in the company. Slap a limit of 1 per company and call it a day. I have noticed that huge amounts of claim towers are going down just for the farmhouses/warehouses etc. The amount of sotd groups has made me turn my focus to getting at least a brig made. I mean the schooner is great and all but it was ultimately just for finding land after I lost my second sloop. Thankfully I was at shore on a lawless island outside of a freeport so I could rescue the 5k gold I had on it. I mean still. I am not a fan of this gold cost for a ship skeleton. I could see gold cost on the newer specialty ships. But you basic bitches aka the original ships shouldn't have that tied to them. While the rates at 5x gold are fine. If it was 1x. No way in hell. Bit by bit im starting to understand why the player counts are as low as they are. If you just bought the game. Seen a treasure map for 100 gold and the 5k cost for a schooner. That is a giant deterrent. I mean it took me 3 hours to sail home from a freeport on a sloop- going from B8 to C2. I coulda gone the other way through polar-but naked in a sloop. OH helllllllll no.

When i logged in this morning there was only 500 people in game. I've been on all day and maybe seen 5 people enter my grid. Currently i've seen more SoTd groups then players through grids. Had to go pick up some more crew after an unfortunate taming accident wiped out my crew members...8 grids in a sloop later.

The issue being ive traveled a ton of grids just to find one spot to put down 2 claim towers. People say there is open land...where? The settlements. Oh yeah majority say Not Accepting Settlers. I pretty much refuse to live on a settlement due to the fact i could lose everything if somone decides to be an asshole. So again. Where is this land. Sure I could sail around for another week and hope people dont log in. Sorry but if i dont make progress in a game within a week. That spells the end of the game for me. Living off a sloop isn't my idea of a good time considering two have already been sunk. The only place ive seen open land is in the tundra. Ok so lets go back to when you first started the game. Did you have enough stuff to survive the polar regions? In a few days did you have a schooner w/Ballistas to take down whales? Esp with the cost of the ships these days. Yep i've got the whole 2300 hours played. It was when the game first came out. I stopped when they brought in the owning an island or living on someone elses settlement. The only reason i came back was due to the claim towers going back to the original system. Yep i found 2 blueprints for a mine and lumberyard that i stupidly built thinking well. I could place them. Warehouse too. Yep buncha shit wasted. Unless i've missed something im guessing this teleporting you are speaking of is fast traveling to a bed. I mean sure its great if you find open spots without other peoples stuff. Im late to the dance and either waiting for server wipe, maybe find some claims not being updated or my only ship a schooner will get destroyed and i'll uninstall the game at that point because the rediculous gold cost for a ship skeleton is a bit steep. I hit level 56 before i actually found a place to call a kinda home. The main point is that the whole automated thing-They advertise it. Sure one or two people per island will get lucky enough to utilize them. But its honestly the biggest joke.

Man, they are down to an average of 968 players. That is one of the worst numbers I have ever seen in gaming. That small number is also spread throughout 3 big clusters and Unofficials. I gotta make sure to ask the guys on official servers what it is like to play an online single player game lmao we are close to averaging only .5 player per server. Like not even I full person. Just a half a person lol

I finally gave up ark after 20k+ hours played. Remembered that I did enjoy this back in 2018 and decided to give it another go. I was actually excited to see the land claim towers or going back to the original system somewhat. I stopped playing when they introduced the whole island claiming and if you didn't buy an island then you were subject to losing your stuff if the island owner decided they didn't want you there. Then seeing the whole automated systems that take some of the grunt work out. Boy was I surprised that only a chosen few will ever be able to put down any of the farmhouses/warehouses. Not a fan of this gold cost for ships. Had it not been a 4x Gold. I woulda uninstalled the game right away with the 5k cost for a schooner. I mean traveling grids on a sloop.......I've spent 5 days looking for land and countless hours farming the resources to make said farmhouses to be sorely disappointed. Maybe PVP is different but i'm a PVE player. I actually like hunting for the different resources etc. Finally find a little landing strip to make a newbie base. At least if I die I have a respawn point. I don't understand why the warehouses and stuff aren't tied to a company. Furthermore. Now that i've built and can't place. Its a ton of wasted resources. Everyone should be able to enjoy them not just 1 or 2 people per island. I see they still have some settlements but 98% of them say no settlers.. I mean what's the point. Might as well make the entire map claim tower/flag and limit how many a company can have. Lawless lands are the only active grids. I was actually at the point of completely uninstalling the game again and gave it till the end of the night to find a place to live. The only redeeming thing i've seen is that at least the discovery points are a little more manageable then trying to find needles in a haystack. So after some massive confusion about the whole shipyard thing. Ok so i built an advanced unknowningly and couldn't figure out why brig wasn't in the list... Why do we need 2 different large shipyards? Just more giant crap to clutter up the map. Then reading about how useless the new ships are....One would think after 3+ years the state of the game would be a bit better. But honestly i'm not sure i'll invest another 2300 hours in like I did when it first came out. Was hoping this would keep me entertained through my husbands deployment but looks like it'll be like my sloops...all at the bottom of the sea. /end rant from a returning player.

Wow! This might be the best/politically correct comment on the devs I have ever seen. Kudos for you man. true, doesn’t matter if you like her or not. She isn’t good for you regardless.

Its you! Hah, nah im just kidding. But remember devs are just that, developers. They get specs from management and just write the code to match the specs given to them. I honestly think its management getting pressure from upper mangement on what to add, and i think that that upper management is most likely from ark. Hence this stuff being added is ark type stuff. If i had to guess there is most likely a fairly lage disconnect between atlas management and their upper management and i base that guess on recent patch content. Honestly the patch content really doesnt make much sense or match the roadmap given 6 months ago. I am or was a developer years ago but now i am in management and i have seen this before with the disconnects like this and unfortunately when this happens projects like this get cancelled after so long. Sure you can say covid put the screws to development teams but its no longer a valid argument due to all the resorces availble at you disposal to tele work and colaborate on your project i.e. teams, skype all that is available. Year and a half ago my cousin and I played this, pve only, and we had a blast. Sure it got boring saiiling just around for different resources but we had a good time sailg and doing silly crap while we were sailing then it just went downhill fast when we had boneheads blocking our port and stuff like that but i assume they were bored too so they just decided to grief. This can be a really good game along side ark but i think they need to get their management together and really think what they want to do and get everybody on the same page. Some pre-built ships and flower pots are not going to cut it. Folks will come back if people start talking about it in a positive light, but the way things are now people will come to this website and see the craptasticc patch notes and just keep playing whatever they are currently playing and not give it a second thought.

Started to play Blackwood PVE with one other person on a Nitrado server I purchased, my question is about the beds, if I die I can’t spawn onto a bed we placed in our base, I see it on the map but says it is no longer in a claimed area, I know how to place a flag but will that mean everywhere I wish to place a bed I have to claim the area? And on a ship? I played via Xbox and never had this issue, place a bed and then you could spawn to it. I seen old post saying the beds were broken but that was over a year ago.

Diamonds come as swag when trades occur with market. I have not seen the other resources either. I've seen legendary carbines for sale in player shops so I assume someone else found them but I have not. I'll be watching this post as well.

I loved Atlas from the minute I saw it. I thought it would end up being a great one. Its really too bad they didn't do something with it. The whole it's EA so don't expect progress has become a meme. I don't know anything about Grapeshot but I suspect its only 5 or 6 people with little to no budget. Someone wasted a good core of a game on a team too small for the task. I've also been left at every turn wondering why they use their limited resources on the things they do (like those prebuilt ships). That's really too bad. I've never seen a game come back from this kind of start and I don't expect this one will either. Now you have a wave of new MMOs coming on line now or over the next few years. NW, soon Ashes, I expect Star Citizen will have some kind of soft launch in 2 years. And a few others. It's gonna be a tough market. Such a shame.

It would take a book. I've done a few 12+ hour days. I've forced myself to stop playing due to it being beta and the final wipe is coming. I've started focusing on learning how things work to have the best start at release. It is a pvp focused game but you never need to take part in pvp. You fight wars for control of areas. Crafting is very deep. Pve and Pvp in world and instances. Housing. Amazon has made big changes this year and it really seems they are listening and building what people want. They will be adding to it for years. Some bugs getting hot fixed still. Some report lag in 100 player battles. Still not perfect but good. I've not seen any lag. The world looks great. Its interesting that you get polled/questioned at every log out to return the next day seeing changes made on your topics. I've submitted bugs and seen them in the next day's patch notes. In general, I've had a lot of fun and expect I'll be playing it for a few years. Not happy its still 30 days away.

A lot of us have suggested this in the past. I will quit the game the day this is put in. The most over used and broken idea ever heard in dead MMOs is to force PVEers to PVP. They will quit the game. This game has some of the worst, laggy, bugged, janky LOLz PVP I have ever seen. You want to force PVEers into that? Or, yeah, force then to have less, when most are already just logging on to reset timers. A better idea would be to have the PVE areas have most or all of the resource, where PVPers would go to refit, repair and stock up. And the PVP areas have higher gold. Now you have an economy and two areas working in support of each other. I had high hopes for Atlas, no longer. Two years and the game has had little progress and still runs terrible (yes I have a high end gaming rig). I only log now to feed and reset times. Another wipe and I have no reason to ever return. Besides, I'm loving the New World beta test.

Since the new map I'm having trouble finding a few things: diamond, shale oil, mineral oil, & naphtha. I don't see these on any of the resource maps I've used before. Has anyone seen these? Thanks!

Todays update did elevate the linux server version to build 7031483, but still showing version v524.11, the Client is now at v527.3 (Rev. 124054). Resulting in still not being able to see the Linux server in the ingame server list, or being able to connect to it via steam server list. And FYI: i'm also testing a 2x2 Grid in a Kubernetes cluster, server is running and seen by steam... only issue is -> see above...

I've seen every wipe since the beginning. I'm not feeling like putting up with another. To me the worse things about Atlas are not the servers or bugs, it's the wipes. I could swear they said long ago, no more wipes, then, only if really needed. Then it turned to a regular event. I don't know why I have not wiped my hands of this long ago.

I thought the game had already been discontinued. I just got into the XBOX ONE version. I stopped playing about 6 months ago. I joined the game. G8 PVP... Any plant I harvest comes with cabbage or Fiber. ALLL! - SALT Stones is get common stones. - Crystal Stones are giving RUBIES... - CACTUS Getting Fiber. - PEPER Getting FIBER.- Iron Stones are giving STONES or COAL. I won't keep playing. I uninstalled the game then. But I want to leave my indignation here... This game is a blatant lack of respect for all players who have compared this BETA version. It would be much better for everyone if the company announced that the game will no longer come out, than leaving the poor lost by playing something that doesn't even have an update anymore! In all my 20 years of playing, I have never, never seen a game that disrespects customers so much. If any mederator has the courage to read this, I will leave a message I left several months ago. Players want a stable version. Stop whatever you're doing and just work so that what's in the game works correctly. Stop creating additional content and just focus on keeping what's functional. Atlas was the only game I've ever seen that manages to release seasons in the BETA version. (Amazing), the size of your stupidity and lack of respect for all of us! ... Hugs and my condolences to all players who are still wasting time with this game!