My Brief Stay at Planet Thundrheimr

If you’ve ever woken up on a Monday morning and thought, “You know what’s missing in my life? A semi-dystopian oil rig in the middle of an angry ocean, filled with flickering neon signs, and the constant threat of tetanus,” then oh boy, do I have the destination for you!

Welcome to Planet Thundrheimr – A Stackspire Colony. A place so cyberpunk, it made my eyeliner spontaneously reapply itself. The land info promised “secrets, solar eclipses, and just a hint of danger.”

What they failed to mention is that it also includes several flights of rusty industrial stairs designed by someone with a deep resentment toward heels and anyone over 30.

🛠 The Vibe

The whole colony floats on what appears to be a retired oil rig, which has since been rebranded by the local tourism board as “quirky industrial real estate.” It’s giving: “We ran out of land, but not of attitude.” There’s metal, machinery, and enough ambient to make you question whether it’s the reactor core warming up or just your graphics card trying to render the build.

Everything is stacked vertically (hence: Stackspire, I suppose), which is a great cardio opportunity for the teleport-averse. There’s also just enough fog to feel mysterious without triggering your viewer’s “oh no, not again” settings.

🍸 The Amenities

There’s a bar that may or may not also be a black-market surgery clinic (hard to say, the lighting was very moody). The hotel has no front desk, and to be honest, the rooms look a bit questionable. No Starbucks, but I did find a vending machine offering dubious drinks, which I did not dare to try.

⚓ The Overall Experience

Planet Thundrheimr is not for the faint of heart or the lag-prone. But if you enjoy surreal backdrops, moody vibes, and pretending you’re the last morally grey anti-hero left in a collapsing galaxy, this is your spot.

Just remember to pack boots, attitude, and a plausible alibi. And maybe a tetanus shot. Just in case.