You boldly clicked where many have clicked before. Every button. Every corner. Even Credits.

Your tank just got thicc. Enjoy slightly fewer panic landings.

You vacuumed space. Somewhere, a janitor droid applauds you.

You helped Rigg Nomax. He's still confused, but appreciative.

Crank Wrenchloaf says you passed! He only cried twice.

Mabel Greasebeam approves your taste in questionable cuisine.

Science was advanced. Possibly in the wrong direction.

Mortimer Q. Creditsworth welcomes you to the 0.0001% club.

You delivered both crates unharmed. Miracle certified.

Gloria Napkins fluffed a pillow in your honor.

Pixi Von Jackpot says: 'One spin closer to retirement!'

You coasted through the cosmos. With style.

Space didn’t break you. It just scuffed your paint.

Survived space on hard mode? Somebody’s flexing.

You survived extreme mode. Is your ship made of dark matter?!

You silenced the beeper. Sweet, sweet spatial silence.

Easy mode perfectionist. We see you.

Flawless space ballet on normal difficulty. Not bad, star champ.

You performed like a cosmic overachiever. Go touch some stardust.

This rating is so high even Voltra Dimm got a little jealous.

Keep playing to discover this achievement

The grand tour is complete! You even got the brochures.

Visit a station but don’t accept the quest

You danced through the hordes like a nebula ninja.

Crate expectations, dashed. Try less rocket, more caution.

The odds were astronomical. You beat them. Saturn applauds.

You held on by a pixel and a prayer. Respect.