At long last, the ship touched down upon the Martian surface. Six weary astronauts stood up from their deceleration couches, and felt the gentle embrace of gravity for the first time in almost ten months. A lifetime of training had brought them this far- many of them having waited for this since the moment they first laid eyes on Chris Roberts' love letter to space exploration, that game that touched the hearts and minds of a generation, Star Citizen.
As they waited for the ground outside their capsule- heated to a near-molten state by the thrust of the plasma engine that had halted their descent- to cool, each of them reflected on the personal journey that had brought them this far. The "Next Great Actual Astronaut" competition had been brutal and unrelenting- only the truest fans had survived the early inquisitorial purges once Citizen-mania began to sweep the globe, and the newly unified earth fan-empire was not going to let its "Donations" go to waste on some worthless scrubs who didn't even know the difference between a gladius and a gladiator, god.
Captain Chris "Admiral Package" Armstrong, genetic chimera of the first man on the moon and the first man to unite humanity through the power of video games, gave the all clear. With a gradually thinning hiss, the hatch popped open and the rust-red light of their first Martian day fell on their faces. As he took his first steps down the ladder of the "Lander" variant capsule, really quite a steal at a modest $75-million dollar increase over the base package, every breath was held on not one, but two worlds.
His feet touched the soil of a new planet for the first time, and he spoke.
"That's one small pledge for a man... one giant donation, from all mankind."