Here is the full list of all 28 Cosmochoria achievements.
Bullets, lasers, armour and shells. His choices for battle shall suit him well.
The truth revealed, a fight fully fought—fate then sealed and victory brought.
The option placed before his eyes. He chose to fight. He chose to try.
His hands were calloused, as were his knees. One hundred structures he did see.
Tended egg from love to life. Now a creature helps fight fiends with friendship rife.
See both the fire breather trying to heat up his heart, and the ice breather trying to break his smile apart.
You're wondering who I am-machine or mannequin. With parts made in Japan, I am the modern man.
Their forces combined and changed the Earth. He dreamed of such power since before his birth.
For a twelfth of an hour all he’d know was distant planets hung far below.
Their bullets hit, his skin was bruised... but his weapons remained unused.
The stars spun dizzily through skies above. The soil beneath restored with love.
People say that ignorance is bliss. To be clueless was his only wish.
With enough food grown for a cupboard of bears, the secret revealed just over there.
A sword was found and then returned. A ninja’s trust was rightly earned.
Encountered evil within three seeds, vanquished that evil without concede.
He found the one to whom 8 belonged. From behind a beard rewards were spawned.
The fabric of all time and space shred into pieces and displaced.
The rock creeped closer—impending fear. When the bombs went off: victory cheer.
NeoGAF’s orbit became overrun fast. He nuked the thread with a megaton blast.
Three planets to train him, three more to inspire. And three more yet—it’s what the achievement requires.
The truth revealed, the story told. Not quite sure why he’s so darn old.
His last lifeline thought lost to infinite space. Yet he made it back to soil: so safe.
Asteroid suspicions of treasure concealed. Rock cracked in half: rewards revealed.
He jet along the red razors edge. No fuel left—but living life was his pledge.
Navigating the cosmos with seeds in hand, he successfully grew new life so grand.
Through the fabric of the finest loom’s fruit, he’d charge his gun, jump, and then he’d toot.
With faith while lava burned him hard, the fire yarn spun to immaculate garb.
A lifetime of saving for a few years of rest. He wishes he spent it when he felt at his best.