Just what the title said. Things in EVE are very pretty. Especially when they go “boom”.
Backstory: someone in my corp had found these structures vulnerable and organized a fleet to finish them. We were in Sleipnirs and related boats and made short work of it. What was surprising (to me at least) was the sheer quantity of stuff that dropped. I mean, freighters worth of PI material, ships of every class and fitting, ore, blueprints. Since there was no opposition, one can just assume the entire corp left EVE or – much more likely – realized that mining in Delve is safer than HighSec or Wormholes and just wrote off the entire hole… Either way, fun night for us…
As both of my readers know, I don’t play EVE to actively upset or annoy other players. The practice of doing so, deliberately harvesting tears (aka salt) as it is known is abhorrent to me. The discussion about this is as old as the game itself and I am not going into it. I said it before, I love EVE for the fact that you can choose to be a total asshole while not being one is also a choice. Other games simply don’t have the game mechanic to really negatively impact another player. Please, CCP, never dial that back.
So, whats this all about? The other day I logged into the game ready for some interaction with my corp mates and look for trouble. The (really) nice thing about NOMEX is that there are nearly always people online even if not hunting all the time. Which means if I do what I do best (scout / tackle), I can have the cavalry called in within a few minutes. And so I go out scouting down a C1 connection, not even bothering bringing my other character as rear guard. If I find something with my Proteus, I’ll tackle it and my fleet mates will bail me out. Continue reading
Edit This just in. A fast/furious little skirmish that started as a rapid gank on a Gila that ran one of the event sites and escalated when our target dropped a Bhaal plus many other things on us. RIP my little Stratios, you will be
As my last remaining reader knows, I moved to a new corp “Anomalous Existence” and am happy as a clam in this outfit. They are small enough to know all the guys and gals but big enough that stuff goes down all the time. Unfortunately most of the times when I see a ping, I can’t log in for Real Life reasons. I don’t mind too much right now, as long as NOMEX doesn’t kick me out, I am happy where I am. My reduced online time however means that I have to scrap all things EVE extraneous like PvE, reading about EVE and of course blogging. Continue reading
My last post was about my move to NOMEX and what my expectations were. I had hoped for a low-class WH PvP-centric corporation with minimal (asymptotically approaching zero) drama and lots of lots pew-pew. I am delighted to report that all my expectations were met. Just a look at yesterday’s killboard and you get a feeling that this is a corporation that’s going out and shoots “all the things”. Continue reading
Well, its been one of those weeks where you wake up on Sunday and can’t remember a thing that happened since the last time you sat down and wrote and not for good (alcohol, drugs) reasons but because the week was filled with a thousand little things, each absorbing, none really noteworthy.
I did have a brush with fame though, a very light touch to be fair. I was contacted by famed
The Mittani.com Space Pravda Imperium News author Vulxanis Viceroy. Vulxanis wanted to schedule an interview with me due to my last blog post in which I had made some critical comments about the state of wormholes and the usefulness of Alphas. So, Vulx and I agreed to a few times and I was sweatily anticipating my 15minutes of fame. I double checked my post in expectations of the hundreds of thousands of hits that this would surely evoke. Did I insult Noobman? Will HK evict me? Continue reading
Its been 3 weeks since my last post and by now my hopes of attracting a 3rd reader are likely dashed. I don’t think I will be space famous any time soon.
Well, to be honest, I haven’t been all that active in EVE for a variety of reasons. none have to do with the game itself. Its just life, I am somehow experiencing a chain of “little things” that together keep me busy.
In EVE, I am shuttling between our home C4 with our “real” crew and our new C2 which we will use as a hunting blind when things are slow in C4 land. One of the issues we encountered in our C4 is that we either find nobody, we find a single exploration frigate (though these kills cost me since I tend to send more money to the victim than they lost) or we are “found” by a 20 + man gang who could wipe the floor with us when they sneeze. Not ideal currently and while we all hope that people resettle wormhole space in the fall, my concern is that the emphasis on nullsec has damaged our life style. Nullsec promises unlimited ISK making potential, scheduled fights with known neighbors and of course with no risk at all to the line pilot due to generous reimbursement programs. All for no work whatsoever. Continue reading
As the majority of my two handsome and intelligent readers may remember, I have been bumming around EVE for many years but my true love is Wormhole space. It all started in 2009 when I was a nawt but a podpole flying in one of those high-sec corporations that people read about. You know, the ones that get wardeced constantly, awoxed and are the buttjoke of EVE. Yep. That was me. Anyway. My friend Oreamnos and I decided we had it and applied together to Z3r0 Return Mining of Jadecougar’s fame (lost in EVE, used to be one of the better podcasts). At that time we owned “Fred”, a lovely C2 hole with a low sec and a C2 static. I.e. easy to get in, easy to find people and not so easy (albeit not impossible at all) to get evicted from. Many adventures happened in and around Fred and my old tales all start here. But as Z3r0 grew up, we moved into “Shirley” (C4 with a static C4. Puke) and then into our current home “Tim”, also a C4. “Fred” stayed in the alliance for a while, first as an academy for new pilots and then later as a general hole. But all good things must come to an end, Fred was abandoned when our last permanent residents fizzled out. As it is in Wormhole life, the connections closed and Fred floated away like a soap bubble into the sunset during a hurricane in the desert on Mars, never to be seen again.
Until last week…. Here follows the account of the great Settlement of Fred. Continue reading