Let them eat Air Cake!
After all this berry digging and cooking, I've got about twenty Air Cakes. I have no idea what I'm going to do with all of them until I read about the health care crisis in Galaxies. It seems that there's a shortage of Medics. The thankless job of a Medic is to sit inside a Medical Center and heal people. It's like how Entertainers have to work in cantinas to "heal" battle fatigue. The main difference is that Medics have to sit in Medical Centers where you don't have people dancing and playing music, but the frame rates are admittedly better. However, unlike Entertainers, Medics don't jiggle around and flirt and pop off fancy lights while they do their thing. In other words, the tips aren't nearly as good. Plus, Medics have to craft their own medicine. What a gyp.
So naturally, there's a health care crisis. No one wants to be a Medic, therefore the lines are long, therefore the customers are grumpy, and therefore the service is often poor. It's the equivalent of the DMV in a player-driven economy, but with wounded people instead of people registering their cars. And here's where I figure I can make a difference. I will go to a Med Center and give my Air Cakes to those poor underappreciated Medics, lifting their spirits and their stats. I will be the Gunga Din of Star Wars: Galaxies. On second thought, that sounds too much like a Jar Jar Binx thing. Let's just say I'll be doing my part to resolve the health care crisis. Plus, on the more mercenary side of things, when someone uses something you've made, like a gun, youíre supposed to get experience. With all these Air Cakes being gobbled up by hungry hungry medics, Iím sure to get a little closer to attaining the title of Chef.
But here come my first couple of Rude Awakenings. Firstly, no one's particularly interested when I come bustling in and announce free Air Cakes for all the medical staff. It seems their effects are minor and brief. In fact, it's hardly worth the trouble to open the trade interface to accept them from me. And I can't just leave them out for people to take, because there's no way to leave stuff out in Galaxies, which goes a long way to prevent littering. When I finally talk someone into taking some and eating them, just so I can see how much experience I get for feeding poor overworked underappreciated Medics, I discover that I get zero. Suddenly, my desire to be a Chef plummets and with it goes my interest in Galaxies.