Occasionally, I get the itch, disrupt my senseless standing grind for Duvalle Labs, I have no idea how to do that research agent thing anyway and I am just bored of the same mission ideas over and over again. I miss WH space and so I scan down a WH with my trusty Nemesis and see if I can find some hapless PI runner or miners or something.
Ok, the patch dropped. CCP calls it an expansion, I call it a patch but we mean the same thing. And as my long suffering Alliance Mates know, I am blissfully ignorant of the changes until I encounter them in space. I do read “Jester” occasionally for updates but his rants have gotten a little tedious and I wish he was doing that CSM thing just so he gets under NDA and talks less. But I digress, the short of it is, I know very little of upcoming changes until they hit me in the face.
I know, I know, I promised a hiatus from playing and blogging but here it is, yet another story of our little Wormhole Academy having fun with our neighbors. Now I have to say that we are not a real PvP outfit, with screaming FCs, primary-ing fleet members who are in non-authorized fits and CTAs that last for days. We are pretty casual about it and tap shamelessly into the experience of our recruits. We also have several relatively new players who came from nullsec corps and are vastly better in FC-ing than our instructors. Great! I shut up, and you tell me what to do.
And just as soon as I complain and whine about my oh-so-busy life and am feeling sorry for myself (woe is me!) I log in and poke my into our adjacent low security systen and found myself far from high sec in a system choked full with wrecks, a few POS-es, a ton of anoms and a single other player in a Loki Strategic cruiser. Now we had a couple of guys coming online in my corp and I decided to see if I can take a look at the Loki, maybe even take a shot at him.
Its late when I log in and my corp has thoroughly cleared the neighborhood of sleepers filling coffers, expending missiles and in the process scanned down our adjacent hole. All is explored except a single C2 which has a mass critical connection, means any boat that jumps through it may find the wormhole collapse on them and their way home shut. Of course, I can’t resist to stick my head through, after all, this goes both ways, the hunters don’t like the hole because it closes their way home, the hunted often feel safe behind a mass critical hole for the same reason. This specific hole even says that collapse is imminent. My bomber is equipped with a probe launcher so, in I go. The hole flares and I find myself in D-scan range of two miners and a jet can. Ohh….
It was a dark and stormy night when Skip and Epigene valiantly flung their sinister bombers into the unforgiving darkness of space against uncounted, unforeseen and unfathomable foes.
Friday night in EVE is a rare treat, I tend to go out with friends but everyone is traveling this long weekend, leaving me “stranded” in New Eden.
I settle in with an enormous glass of cheap red wine and a bag of sweet treats and all I miss to look like a real gamer is a 2L soda can under my table so I don’t need to leave the game for bathroom breaks. I don’t drink soda, that is a problem.