"HellFleet" via Ga'len
If you don’t work for a living, I am hating you right now.
If you work for a living but don’t really exert yourself, I am hating you right now.
If your only stress during your working day is something so minor like…John has used your paper basket again, Miriam has sent only 4 copies instead of 5, your mouse has ran out of batteries or anything trivial, I am hating you right now.
This list of hatred would include things like fashion and children but it would go on FOREVER.
Maybe something nice will happen in EvE and I can write about that instead. Maybe I will just go and sleep and tomorrow will be all sunshine, peaches and cream.
The station had been quiet when Neresa undocked and began her patrol. All was well in the world. Her daughter Breanne was safe and finally in a happy place. She spent her days on the station, going to school with the other children and finally experiencing one of the greatest luxuries in New Eden, having a mostly normal childhood.
Neresa’s thoughts stopped wandering as she approached the next stargate on her patrol. The gate begun to activate as she approached and her comms gear began to show more and more activity.
Damn, she thought, local spike and I am too far from the gate. Time to cloak up and wait it out.
As she willed her cloaking device to activate, one of the incoming ships appeared off her starboard bow. Unfortunately it was too close to her and her cloak shorted out against the other ship’s shields.
Alarms in her mind informed her that she was being targeted by her new neighbor in space. She willed her engines to life and engaged her micro warp drive, burning as fast as she could towards the star gate.
More alarms in her mind let her know that her shields were gone, her armor was almost gone and she was now webbed and warp scrambled. It would seem that she would be using that hat Breanne gave her a few days ago, her new clone with be without any hair. Such is the life of the Capsuleer, constant conflicts between practicalities and fashion.
As her armor continued to evaporate, she saw the stargate flash as another ship came into the system. Suddenly, all the incoming fire on her ship stopped.
The Buzzard class covert ops frigate she was flying was badly damaged and only one of the external camera drones was responding. As she willed the view to rotate around towards her attackers, she could see why her death was delayed.
Flying at high speeds and firing all it’s guns was a lone Vagabond class Minmatar heavy assault ship. Explosion after explosion rocked the view from her camera drone as each of her attackers simply evaporated away into the inky black void.
Soon, the only things on her scanner and in the camera drone’s view were numerous pieces of ship debris and this Vagabond as it came about and closed in on her wounded ship.
Neresa feared the end. She was helpless as this menacing ship closed the distance. Her scanner alarms went off as her ship was again target locked and she saw a single drone launch from the Vagabond and close in on her.
So, a slow death it is to be, eh? Neresa closed her eyes in her mind and waited for the end.
Suddenly, her ship’s status reports showed that her armor was slowing increasing in integrity. Neresa felt as if she snapped her head around in attention in her pod. She checked and double checked the status of her armor. Slowly, ever so slowly it was being repaired.
Then, her comms began a slow crackle and they tried to will themselves to life.
“Neresa? Are you still there?” The voice was distorted from all the damage to most of her internal ships systems, she was in bad shape, “I only have one armor repair drone, it’s doing what it can for you, but you need to get out of here. Approach the gate and hold until I send you an all clear, I will scout you through and back home.”
She still could not identify who this kind person was, the signal distortion was too high due to the damage to her ship. Slowly, ever so slowly, her wounded frigate inched towards the stargaze. She could see the Vagabond jump into the next system. A few moments later, her comms sprang to life again, “All clear,” said the voice.
She jumped and soon found herself in space in Lisbaetanne again. On her port quarter was the Vagabond, deploying it’s armor repairing drone again.
“Warp to the CAS station, I’ll meet you in the hanger,” again, this mystery voice echoed in her mind. As her ship began it’s acceleration into warp, she saw the repair drone again return to the Vagabond and his ship joined her in warp and soon they both approached the docking ports on the CAS station.
After she docked, the automatic systems in the hanger extracted her pod and upon disconnection from the internal systems, Neresa promptly blacked out.
Continued…
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Yesterday, my comrades were busy killing stuff all day before I logged in. When I joined the fleet, we were now playing cat and mouse with enemy fleets that were essentially doing nothing but warping between gates, stations, and POSs...occasionally camping briefly in their BS-heavy fleet. In our smaller, limited DPS ships, engaging didn't make any sense so we just kept an eye on them. After awhile, an enemy gang was reported camping the PA-VE3 gate. At first, intel said it was four battleships and no tackler. But they did have a bubble up about 5K from the gate (LOL). And were all SITTING IN IT! (More LOLs). By the time we got organized and were ready to engage, the enemy fleet had evolved and was now comprised of an Apoc, Onyx, Drake, Harbinger, and Scorpion. Our FC sWeEt Julie reminded us to fly manually, keep sharp, and (as usual) "Don't fuck this up, guys! Jump jump jump." The Scorpion was called primary.
I'm always nervous about jumping a bomber into an engagement at a gate. Trying not to not die while getting to range can be tricky, depending on what's waiting on the other side. Fortunately, our enemies where all spread out and my jump in position was ideal--I was at range to the Scorpion and could immediately begin applying damage while moving off the gate. Most of my attention was devoted to staying out of range of everything else while maintaining range with the Scorpion. The Drake targeted me briefly but was far enough away that I soon moved out of his range. Meanwhile, the Scorpion was taking heavy damage. But then--right as he went into structure, an Archon appeared on the field. There was some minor pouting on voice comms that we didn't have the fleet to engage it, but in any event orders were essentially "KILL THE FUCKING SCORP AND GTFO!" Which we did moments later. Soon as the Scorpion died, I cloaked and warped to a distant tactical. All of our fleet got out safe, with only 5 Warrior IIs left behind.
This was one of those truly fun "right under their noses" kills that is so gratifying. I absolutely LOVE that kind of hit-and-run stuff.
AND THEN TODAY, even better! I was hanging out on voice comms writing the first part of this post when a scout reported an enemy Archon in an anomaly a couple of jumps away. Imagine the drooling that commenced. Our fleet wasn't really sufficiently heavy to take out an Archon (although we were game to try) but Noir. CEO Alekseyev Karrde contacted a ROMANIAN-LEGION support fleet who happened to be kinda-sorta nearby (around 20 jumps). As they made their way toward us, we sweated bullets hoping the prospective target wouldn't finish his anomaly and leave. Unfortunately, as soon as the last spawn was killed, it was clear we couldn't wait for the support fleet to spring our trap. The decision was made to tackle and hope we could hang on for dear life until they reached us.
In the end, it all came together beautifully. Our scout lit a covert cyno so that our Rapier Pilot of Awesomeness (yes, Pistrik, I mean you darlin'!) and us bombers could bridge directly to the anomaly via a Black Ops ship. Everyone else took the gate route. The Archon was tackled, his friend who showed up right after that in another Archon was tackled, his friends who warped a Drake and a Zealot in were tackled. We started putting our DPS on them, killing drones when they launched them, warping out to heal when we had to. Finally, ROMANIAN-LEGION arrived! And then the hurt really got laid onto the enemy fleet and we killed them all. Hooray for my Hound with top damage on the first Archon! Many thanks to ROMANIAN-LEGION--without their help, we could never have pulled this off.
The fight took a relatively long time...10 or 15 minutes...and was really fun and interesting. Lots of swapping targets, changing out e-war, switching between drones and ships, and situational changes as the smaller ships warped out to heal (at least until the heavy hitters arrived to support us). I must commend Alek for the excellent FC'ing...clear orders, constant updates, crisp assessments of things to watch out for. That--and the excellent teamwork typical of Noir. fleets...really makes it easy to get the job done and done right.
So, yeah....despite its bugs, warts, and annoyances I still love logging in and playing the pew-pew spaceships game. I have lost sight of this a little bit lately with the recent drama and player rage related to the CSM June 2010 Summit Minutes and CCP Zulu's "Iterations 2011" dev blog--all of which has been very time-consuming and emotionally draining. While I have been extremely vocal and discouraged about issues of communication and collaboration between CCP and the CSM, there are glimmers of progress that I will discuss further when they have borne some fruit.
Meanwhile, I'm trying to keep the balance right and focus more on the fun pew-pew and less on un-fun drama (while quietly--or maybe not so quietly--continuing to fight the good fight where CSM is concerned; I'm also doing some constructive, tangible things like starting a community site to collect, comment, and vote on ideas for making Low Sec matter using IdeaScale). Because hey, if I'm not inspired to log in to violence spaceships, what's the point of all this?
In the words of Jabba, "Ohhh ho ho ho ho, Ahh ha ha ha hah!"
Will NOT be tolerated. Not just a tiny bit tolerated. Not, “Oh if you are just passing through, be quick about it”. NOT an unfriendly look that a bouncer at a club might give you taht suggest you are not getting in. NOT tolerated, period. And so I am a hunted animal, hunted by the fuzz, the feds, cops, and as the conversation between Jake and Elwood goes “Shit”, “What?”, “Rollers”, “Rollers?”, “yup”, “shit”.
Qouting 2 movies and not 100 words are on the page. Too many qoutes so soon perhaps? That is not a question you should answer by the way. Where was I? Hunted! yes hunted and persued by the policing force that spans teh great universe of new eden. A police force that won’t travel in low security areas and thus, a really REALLY terrible police force but as long as they stay in high security space…we can have fun in low security space 
And recently fun has formed into small gangs of giggly madness. Gangs where not only adults act like small children, but where these children have no co-ordination at all. No FC gangs of idiocy. And not only have they been quite productive, they have been amazingly fun. Having just read that, the impression you might have that we are just a bunch of clowns with no clue, wearing clown suits, acting like clowns and dying horribly in a cascade of fail-fire. The simple fact is that most of us are very clued into how to act and what to do and about our surrounding areas so very little is needed said. Primaries are called and a plan is quickly explained but after that little direction is needed. We still die horribly, though the clown suit is optional. An example of something we have been doing is below this writing.
This is me and 2 friends being ganker bastards. Little skill involved other than knowing how far to take it. In this case we took it to 9 ship kills before leaving for a little bit.
This is Evi, Helios and I being ganker bastards. Incidently these people are directly responsible for encourgement in the pursuit for becoming outlawed, which is why I get warnings in the first screenshot up there. Little skill involved other than knowing how far to take it. In this case we took it to 9 ship kills before leaving for a little bit. Taking it to 10 kills would certainly have brought the mythical Vexor down upon us and destroyed our ships, our lives, erased our accounts and had us labelled as sex offenders. As we took the camp to 9 kills we escaped this fate. DO NOT MESS WITH THE VEXOR!
Yes, my pod is armed with 220'mm autocannons.
Raine is a friend of mine ingame. He helped me kill another friend in game you might remember reading about it on my blog HERE. He has just come back from an extended break from EvE so he could finish his university course on polytectotpidiphotes…or something. Anyway he came back and for some reason decided that the very first thing he would do is find me in low sec and destroy me. Which he did, in his Megathron as you can plainly see. I have to say that having friends in a game that decide to use their own time to come and play EvE with you on some spontanious moment is awesome. We don’t keep in touch, we barely know each other and yet, he re-subscribes or just logs on after a long break, tracks me down for a fight and kills me. Awesome.
Thankfully my new “cooler” friends who are way “cooler” than Raine blew the living shit out of his Megathron and gave me his loot! Yea take that Raine! Raine the bastard!
EDIT: This is the 69th post on this blog, “69 DUDE!!”
Firstly, I have a few thoughts to share about my last post. For my regular readers, I do apologize for the tone I used. As a friend said to me, i was… “a big meanie whose message could have been lost in the anger”. Thankfully, Casiella Truza also wrote a post concerning some of my anger clouded thoughts and in the comments stream, the discussion continued in a civil manner. Head over to his post, Blog Banter Bias and do take more than a few moments to read the entire post as well as the comments. It’s a good discussion, one that has been enlightening and enjoyable.
Crayzkinux has posted a response to our questions, but I am simply in shock. Rather than continue to speak to a brick wall, I posted one comment on his post which of course, may or may not show up. Yes, there is a deleted comment from me already there, I wanted to correct for typos.
CK,
I have never asked you to help me “get in” with CCP nor do I have that desire. I have asked you one, simple question, over a year ago, and you refused to answer.
Did CCP initiate contact and ask you to run the contests?
You are the ONLY person who refuses to disclose that relationship. I applaud you for taking the time to respond, but yet again, you refuse to disclose the nature of your relationship with CCP.
It’s not a hard question to answer. Heck, Roc of Roc’s Ramblings could answer it as well as everyone who has run a contest. Why can’t him? I leave this up to you.
ADDITIONAL THOUGHT ADDED AFTER POST WAS PUBLISHED:
One final thought. If I am this power hungry person CK makes me out to be in his post, ask yourself, why did I turn over the OPML download work to Mandrill?
Mandrill drops me a line one day, says he’s working on a concept on how to maintain an OPML listing and shares with me what he would like to do. I told him I thought it was awesome and asked how I could help him. I sent him my current listing, introduced him to Black Claw at EVEBloggers.com and shared with him both how we kept each other updated on changes to the listings
After a few weeks I handed over the OPML to Mandrill, he was and still is doing one hell of a job. Do be sure to thank him for his hard work.
I don’t see myself as a leader of this community CK, I see myself as a member. Always have and always will. I don’t want to control everyone nor do I have any aspirations to “be you” nor to be the news breaking journalist of all things CCP. I want to write and to be able to have faith in those who do lead this community. I will always be the first person to say you have done a lot of hard work for us all, but you refused to answer my simple question over a year ago and with this public now, you still refuse.
I had faith in you, trust that you had this communities best interests at heart. I still feel that at heart you do have everyone’s best interests at heart, but I do question your honesty at times.
I know, it seems that my question seems a bit small in the grand scheme of things and perhaps it is, but to me, knowing the answer removes any doubt in my mind of your intentions and motivations. The fact that you continue to refuse, for over a year, to put this question to rest, doesn’t instill fury in me. It disappoints me. Your the “blog father”, fathers are, as you well know, honest with their children.
On to more interesting items.
Many of you have asked, am I back? In a word yes. I am back from my break. I will be spending more time once again playing EVE Online and blogging about EVE. Non-game related topics will continue on my other blog.
Since I have come back to EVE, I will be doing a few things differently. Before I left, Mandrill had begun work on maintaining an OPML file for the community. Many of you have asked me if I would be picking up those activities if I returned. Honestly, I don’t see a need to. Mandrill is doing a wonderful job, he wanted to work the OPML for some time prior to my taking a break and being an IT person, I usually like to not fix things that are not broken.
Our community has a history of stepping up and taking care of itself. Mandrill has done just that. Of course, as I come across new blogs, I’m sending both him and Black Claw of EVEBloggers.com messages with new blogs as we had been exchanging in the past.
It’s been a long while we have had a podcast from Winterblink and the Warp Drive Active crew. One of the segments that used to tickle my funny bone was the Fail Mail segment. Urban and Winterblink would both exchange a kill mail that displayed errors in fitting selections and they would decide between the two which was the worst.
I’d like to start that sort of thing up again here. So, this is how it will work. You canl email a link to the kill you think is worthy of a Fail Mail title to me in game. For clarification, the in game name is spelled Ga’len with the subject Fail Mail. Each Friday I will share with everyone one of the fail mails that will be randomly selected. As your prize for your efforts in addition to receiving name recognition on this blog will be the in game isk value of the cheapest low slot module. Prize isk is provided by me and me alone as this is my gig for now
Eligible kills will only include kills from the month of June 2010 onwards. Kills that were part of Hulkageddon will not be eligible this year as many of those fail mails have already made it out there on various forums. Future Hulkageddons will be eligible.
To kick things off, here’s our first fail mail kill: http://druid.eve-kill.net/?a=kill_detail&kll_id=6999890
UPDATE: CK finally answered the question. Below is my comment on his blog showing his answer.
Ahh, I see a ninja edit.
As for his accusations that I’m being used by CCP to put forth contests on my blog I’ll say this: in some cases CCP came to me, in others I came to them. But it always been about pointing the spotlight at other EVE Bloggers. Letting “them” win cool EVE swag and having a great time doing so. Is that a crime? How is this malicious on my part?
CK, this is a cool ninja edit, one that was long over due. If only you had answered this a year ago, all this drama could have been avoided.
Thank you for finally answering this question. To answer your two questions, no, it’s not a crime and no, it’s not malicious.
I would suggest that in the future when you run a contest, just let us know if you are doing it on your own or if CCP asks you, okay? If CCP is shelling free prizes, they should get credit for throwing that money at us, right?
Heck, if you are running it on your own and need help with prizes, let us know. I’ll gladly chip in because as you say, it’s about the community.
Tags: Blog Banter Bias, Casiella Truza, Fail Mails, Mandrill, OPML Download, Return from Break, Winterblink
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I got up and lead the way back down the corridor to the stairs. The walk took longer this time because every now and then she would stop and I had to encourage her to continue. I moved us slowly down the corridor taking cover and listening for Blood Raiders at every intersection. Luckily, there was no sign of additional invaders all the way up to the stairs leading to the hanger.
We climbed to the top of the stairs and I made eye contact with one of Harriers men. Once I was convinced they were not going to shoot I led Tasha back to the briefing room. The room was still packed. Some of the people had found a place to sleep while others talked. The children had fallen asleep in the middle of the floor, their toy ships scattered around them. I pulled her over to a chair near the door and told her to stay there. She nodded and stared ahead.
After I was convened she would not bolt back down to the labs I went back out to the hanger. It had been a while since the last attack so some of the men were sleeping inside a makeshift barricade while others maintained watch. The large hanger looked like a battle field now. Debris covered the floor and bodies were stacked near the forward air lock awaiting proper disposal.
I spotted Harrier sitting on top of a Rifter and headed his direction. This whole situation was fucked up. How could anyone lead their people to death like this and not care. Sure I am a pirate, but I do have a moral code, skewed as it may be. If Harrier knew about this I was going to teach him about my moral code up close and personal. I moved my hand down to rest on my blaster as I approached the Rifter and waited for him to come down to me.
When I was close he gave me a little nod and slid down the side of the Minmatar rust bucket. Taking a position just out of my reach he rested a hand on his hip and the other on his carbine pistol. He was relaxed on the outside but he still managed an “I’m ready for trouble and I don’t mind killing you” kind of look. I smiled as my mind slipped to nothingness.
“Geklov left and he took Antov with him,” I said, smile never leaving my lips.
He looked at me for as second then shook his head and threw his hands up in the air. “He doesn’t pay me enough for this bullshit,” he said turning his back on me and walking toward the Rifter. He stood in front of it for a second and gave it two hard kicks with his booted foot.
“The lower levels are undefended,” I said relaxing a bit. I was pretty sure his anger wasn’t an act for my benefit. He paced back and forth and finally turned to face me.
“How long have they been gone?” he asked, now looking more determined then pissed.
“At least an hour, probably more,” I said watching his reactions.
“This is not good. There were three battle ships that managed to figure out a way to dock and send in the raiders for the station assaults. The station employee that saw the raiders enter through the lower air locks counted way more than we killed. If the corridor is undefended and our scouts are gone then we don’t know where the rest of them are.”
I could see it all in my head. The Raiders had docked three battle ships worth of assault forces. One ship at the main hanger, and the other two ships down below. Antov had sealed off access to the main hanger and was holding off the assault down stairs. Geklov made a deal with the leader of invading force to let him go and he would give up his people. Right now there could be hundreds of Blood Raiders opening back up multiple access points to the hanger getting ready for a final assault.
What I didn’t understand was why. They could have easily invaded a settlement or taken a transport ship. They would have had way more sacrifices that way than they were going to get from the people here. They brought two Titans and expended a lot of resources to be able to breach the station defenses. Unless, of course, someone had let them in. Who the hell was in the lead Titan anyway?
At this point I would just be happy getting everyone off the station. I could worry about answering questions later. “I am going to go tell Rod we need to get the fuck out of here. Get your men together and do what you can,” I said as I turned and ran back toward the briefing room.
“Hurry, they will be here soon,” he yelled over his shoulder while walking toward the barricade.
Tasha was still sitting where I left her. She looked a lot better though. Her eyes seem to have a spark in them that had been missing earlier. I grabbed her hand and said, “come on, we need to get you out of here.”
“Where are we going?” she asked stumbling behind me.
“Cloning facility,” was all I said as we rushed down the stairs. I wasn’t sure what we would be able to do for the people that were left behind, but I was going to get her out of here safe.
I pulled her up to the control panel and she looked at me like she needed instructions. “Just set your clone to somewhere safe.”
“We are leaving?” she asked sounding almost amused.
“Set yourself to somewhere safe. I am going make sure you get out of here one way or another.”
“You’re staying?”
“Yeah, I need to help get these people out of here, but I need to know you are safe.”
“Don’t stay here and help them. Don’t you even care what they have done to me,” she yelled. She stood there shaking, eyes boring a hole into mine. “How can you pick them over me?” she hissed as she turned from me and started walking away.
I was shocked by her response. I knew she had just lost everything, but I didn’t expect for her to lash out at a bunch of Corp mates and their kids who were here to make money helping her.
I grabbed her hand and made her turn to look at me. “I know you have lost so much, Tash. I’m not picking them over you, but I can’t just let these people die because that piece of shit left them here. I promise I will come to you as soon as this is over,” I said, fear that she wouldn’t get over this stirring in the back of my mind.
“I can get the money you need to pay Geklov off. I have associates that will let me borrow it. We can get everything started for you again, I promise. I have never broken a promise to you no matter how much I had to give up keeping it,” I pleaded.
She stood there and stared at me for an eternity. Then finally, she relaxed a little and nodded. “Okay,” she said stepping up to the panel. I watched as she set the Genolution Biohazard Containment Facility in Aikantoh as her new clone location. The machine accepted her credentials and acknowledged the change in cloning facilities.
After she was done I reset mine. At least if I was podded I would get to her faster. Thank goodness I had worked my sec status high enough to enter .6 space. After I was done I met her at the stairs and we started the climb back to the top.
By the time we were at the hanger she seemed like a different person. She was smiling and confident again. Years of practice being in control of herself I guess. She went back into the briefing room to gather up some of her stuff and I headed to the pilots briefing room to talk to Rod.
When I got in the room it was alive with movement and voices. The word had already made it to the pilots, and now there was a fevered effort to get everyone off the station. Rod stood in the middle of the madness somehow soaking in all the conversations going on around him. It was impressive, and I hoped if I lived through this that someday I would have that kind of situational awareness.
I pushed my way up to the main display so I could hear what was going on. But it was a jumble of masculine voices yelling back and forth at each other. I noticed Rod looking at me and I just shrugged. It was nice he thought enough of me to “ask” for my opinion.
After about two more minutes of listening to the vortex of ideas swirl around my head I jumped as Rod yelled, “Shut the fuck up.” I let out a little laugh as silence fell across the room. I couldn’t help myself. He stood at the center, all eyes on him, and it seemed like the most natural thing ever. I had to find out where he came from.
“Okay, the way I see it we are out of time, so here is the plan.”
We stood there for the next thirty minutes as the most detailed plan I have ever heard flowed from Rod. I had never seen someone who could weave a plan in such a short amount of time with such limited resources. He made it sound like something that should be in a military training manual. When we walked out of the briefing room to our ships not only did I think the plan had a chance, but I was ready to follow Rod to hell. Chances were good that I was.
Pirating is alt-tabbing to see if you are infact docked up. Pirating is enjoying the misfortune of others. Pirating is being a complete fuckface but being either A) nice to pull it off or B) soulless.
This week, that is what I think pirating is. Next week I might change my opinion because pirating is also fickle and volatile. Above all things though, it has been quite fun and interesting. Also savoury due to my current discovery of Tear Juice, the number one drink for low-sec arsehole pirates and high-sec suicide ganker bastards. It seems to awaken the inner smacktalking idiot in even the most anti-social of us all and to demonstrate I will throw in a couple of “obvious troll is obvious” type bullshittery into this post.
mmmmm delicious!
So far I haven’t yet been very skilled or used any tactics or had, by definition, a goodfight. Everything I have shot at has been either probed down and annihilated or directional scanner’ed, found and annihilated but in both of these cases the targets have been people who have no idea about how EvE works or their ships have been silly and the old autopilot has led them astray. I have not engaged anybody I think that might have friends next door, nor have I willingly taken on superior numbers or superior ships. To be honest, I have no care for internet honour in a spaceship game nor have I any care in improving my skill level as an EvE player to serious levels. The time invested is just not worth it and E-honour is FOR FAGS!! (Disclaimer: I am not a bigot but you fucking are!).
There is an Omen there but he got away 
Everything has been a huge success, by that I mean, the killing of noobs. Let’s call them noobs shall we, I don’t care if they are or are not but this title refers to them based on the following reasons.
Reason 1: Autopiloting into Lisbaetanne or any low-sec system from a high-sec system is not a bright move. Infact it is the opposite of bright which is dim, which is one characteristic of a noob.
Reason 2: Accepting a mission that is in low-sec without reading the warning that actually says you will be going to low-sec. If you were aware of this and didn’t check your map for the number of ships recently destroyed in said system and accepted anyway makes you a dunce. Go to the corner dunce.
Reason 3: Not checking for Combat scanner probes on your directional while you are missioning, this makes you silly billy, and silly billy is a noob, like your stupid face.
Sometimes pilots do get away from the inevitability of ship death, because they follow the rules of low-sec flying and don’t get caught. These people are wise or experienced or just lucky. To put your skill into perspective though, I am a complete numbskull when it comes to fast directional scanning and 100% of the time if I have a ship on a 30degree scan with more than 1 celestial (planet, gate, asteroid belt, your mom because she is so fat you have to begin your hug and then travel 18AU to finish it!!!) on the route, I take a guess and hope for the best. That is how crap I am at the directional, so if I catch you…then you should commit Sepuku or wear a clown suit to work tomorrow as punishment. I am getting better and my usual company in Hellfleet, Kruger and Evi are ninja fast so generally they tell me where I should point my ship and get ready. Bless them.
Nothing here another celestial lottery that I did not win.
On top of everything, I seem to be only using a Hurricane battlecruiser which is slow as the recovery on a burns victim but on the plus side it has great damage potential and a decent tank. It can tank the sentry guns around a station or a gate pretty well…well enough to gank something and gtfo but don’t hang around eh? I’m going to swap my ship choice out just as soon as I figure out what the new ship will be, my supremely fitted Tengu is a bit too expensive to waste on a bait Drake for example. I don’t fly Gallente or the Myrm would be my likely choice…hmm I have to ponder on this one, any suggestions?
So having a blast and being a bit of a dick is quite entertaining. I think it would be pretty pointless after a while, the silly ganking of T1 fit T1 cruisers/frigates being pilotted by unfortunate “new players” or “unaware players” over and over could just infact be a thing for the moment. Thankfully my new alliance mates are entertaining and fun to chat with and play EvE with so hopefully that’s enough to keep me going.
Unrelated news! We had a family BBQ on Friday and these were the napkins we had on the table. I had no choice in the napkin, I had no idea the napkins even existed but the planets aligned, fate intervened and the pirate napkin made it to my BBQ, coincedence or just plain awesome?
Hello everyone! Yup, I am back for a visit and I thought I would speak up and say hello. Thank you to everyone for all the emails in game and out of game. It really makes me feel sad that I left but it also makes me feel humble in that so many of you followed my blog over the years.
Do remember what I said in my last post, I would come back for visits. For those in my alliance, they have seen more of me over the past few days and those of you who have fallen prey to my guns in game, feel free to add to your bio, “Killed on a Wandering Druid Visit”. Perhaps I should come back and conduct a campaign to have replace the bunnies with that little bit of text, hmm…
Now I’ve received a number of requests for comments concerning the recent CSM meeting minutes and the apparent response from CCP or mainly their lack of useful response as the players see it. I am sorry, but I am not going into a discussion on this topic. Mynxee, Teadaze and the EVE forums have plenty of commentary on this topic and as I said on my personal blog, I have nothing good to say about CCP on this and thus I will not comment. So there is no confusion however, I do agree with the valid opinions voiced by the player base on CCP’s failures as of late, I do hope they will listen to their stakeholders and that’s all I will say on this matter. CCP, please give me something positive to say, you have such great potential and we are eager to love you!
More controversy? Sure, why not. Some of you were smart enough to link the name listed in the Creative Commons license for this blog with a Twitter account that made some comments concerning CK’s recent blog banter topic. Yes, it was me calling out CK’s lameness when I agreed with Casiella’s Twitter update. In a rare occurrence, I actually received the writing topic email directly from him CK than by a third party and I was yet underwhelmed and unsurprised with the lameness and obvious uber fanboi attitude of this man yet again. He really does redefine how much of a marketing ‘tool’ he really is.
If you don’t see how he seems to always try to steer public opinion in CCP’s favor when things are looking bad for CCP, you have my pity. You play EVE Online, you are all smarter than that.
I kept quiet for three years so that this community could grow and grown it has. It’s stronger than ever and he insults intelligence of all of you when he tries to control what you write about. You are all better writers than he will ever be, don’t cheapen yourself by becoming the unpaid positive marketing tools of CCP. Speak your mind but don’t blindly follow him because you want web traffic to your blog. Stand on your own merits, you will be surprised how well you do and you will realize that you don’t need him.
Don’t think so? Well, tell me, how is Hulkageddon III doing? Very well from the lastl time I checked. How’s EVEBloggers.com doing? Also, very well. What about Mandrils OPML work? Again, outstandingly well. Tweetfleet? Twittering away beautifully.
So, you don’t agree with me here? That’s fine. I don’t mind one bit. Go ahead, speak your mind on this one, but don’t respond because you are Mindless CK minion. Think about why this angers you. Is it because someone is speaking poorly about another or is it because you want to defend the person who helps you get web traffic to your blog by directing your writing topics. Be sure that you really understand your reasons for responding.
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AHOY MATIES! Avast ye pox faced bilge-sucking blowfish! I be sailin the waters o’sweet Lisbaetanne wi a crew o’scallywags callin themselves Hellfleet, tis true YARR! Stand firm where ye be ya guttless squiffy, come no further I’ll reduce your ship to rubble, plunder yer coffers, send ye down to Davy Jone’s locker, Savvy? no me either…fuck, trying to type like a pirate isn’t easy let alone talk like one. Ok enough of this let’s get a move on.
Pirating in EvE has so far been awesome. Pirating in EvE has been the easiest set of choices I’ve ever had to make while playing this game where multiple choice is a luxury we have to over complicate matters so much, that trying to eplain what possibilities are available to you in EvE becomes a chore. Pirating makes it simple, see a ship, shoot it. Done.
No more fucking about than that is ever needed. So far my only really difficulty has been in choosing what ship I want to tank the sentry guns with. Armor tanked Hurricane seems to be my go to ship, which is double-awesome because that ship looks mean anyway so it adds more flavour to my pirating ways. And I’ve only been doing this for a week now so that is some strong coffee right there.
From: Prizon
Sent: 2010.07.14 20:22
To: TooNu,
Cool thing shootin unaware noobs
right ugly?
Hell hound my ass
That single mail gave me so much thought I can’t begin to describe it. A simple moment where one player felt enough emotion to send a short message to me to let me know that he dissaproves of my very existance at that moment. At first I felt quite stunned that somebody would even bother to do that and then I felt nothing but sheer joy at the fact that my game had an effect on the player and not just his game.
When I showed my Hellfleet mates it barely registered on their brains and immedietly the awesomeness dipped somewhat. I felt a bit put out that it wasn’t cool enough or wasn’t funny enough or just wasn’t worth the time looking at. Then after a short time or so a few of them started linking their mails that they had recieved from various players over the time they had been playing and a large discussion broke out…well I say discussion, it was more like a bunch of EvE players waving their epeens about seeing who had upset the most players, or caused possible real-life self harming episodes as a result of their pirating in an internet spaceship game.
From: xxx187xxx
Sent: 2009.10.28 20:31
To: Kruger81,
ima kill ur bitch ass
I wasn’t the only person that shot at this guy’s ship, he just chose to send me a mail over my fleet mate. If you wanted to send a message of your displeasure wouldn’t you send the mail to everyone involved? did one player really have more to do with the kill than anybody else? Yes at times but in this situation, both of us were waiting for him and both of us locked and killed him at the same time yet he ignored my partner and foccussed on me. Weird. Perhaps it was my fleet mates female portrait that swinged the vote in my favor? Do female portraits or indeed, being female, affect how youfeel about your ship loss?
From: Beatrice Fox
Sent: 2010.03.19 19:24
To: eviwyn,
Your bio lies, you aren’t nice.Bah.
Sincle joining this group of active EvE players I’ve had more instant gratification for my playtime than I have had for quite awhile. And it has only been a single week. Incidently I say ‘Active players’ because that is the single biggest swinging vote of awesomeness for Hellfleet in comparison to some of the groups I have been a part of. Every group has its busy and slow times but I have yet to see a single “summer time” excuse from these guys yet. If there is indeed a summer slump for Hellfleet right now, I would LOVE to see what a busy period looks like.
That being slightly off topic. Back on and in the first week I noted that 50% of what I had helped destroy, were pods. So that’s 5 ships of varying “noob” quality and 5 pods. Here is a reminder about my collection and why pod killing helps that greatly. If this keeps up I should have 1000 corpses in fairly quick succession (300 to go).
Instant gratification indeed. Logging on and just joining in and getting something at the end of it is a huge boon to this game, particularly my game due to the lack of play time due to again..work.
From: Nigodnec
Sent: 2010.01.20 08:13
To: Kruger81,
kill mi … fack you
Pirating is perhaps a bit off the mark. If pirating was just shooting anything and destruction then fair enough but it isn’t, pirating in EvE terms means to be a bad guy but to hold your target to ransom. Extracting ISK from them then letting them go to help further your business of shoot, hold, ransom. Strangely building up a trust with victims. “Yes we will shoot and murder you but if you pay, we will let you go…tell your friends!”. The era of the trust worthy pirate in order to create a “trust” that everyone knows about to help further the business for everyone involved.
It feels a bit weird to have some sort of piratey cultivated trust-fund.
And in anycase, at least with Hellfleet, anything cruiser size and down just gets vaporized, everythign bigger gets ransomed. Pods get ransomed to.
From: Demigrog BaraksArimis
Sent: 2010.02.28 13:29
To: Lacrimae,
Thank you for the lesson I shall not be returning 
The honey-moon period is always the sweetest time and you only see the bright sparkley things and nothing could ever be bad. Once settled in and these things creep out however, and I am sure I will be chirping a different story. Who knows if that will happen but at the moment I am having great fun and I will enjoy it while it lasts. To play us out, here are the DropKick Murphys.
