Friday, 6 November 2015

In Nashh We Trust

The librarian was, ex officio, a member of the college council. No-one had been able to find any rule about orang-utans being barred, although they had surreptiously looked very hard for one.

-- Unseen University politics at work
(Terry Pratchett, Eric) 

I first encountered Nashh Kadavr as a fresh faced pilot with a great idea, The Celebrity Death Match was a really cool concept that I was keen to be part of, six years ago, the Summer of 2009 was when I was probably at my most active and most ruthless, it was a different time in EVE.

Over the years we have become good friends, and Nashh has continued to have great ideas. He is the driving force behind EVE_NT, a player gathering in Nottingham, which I was honoured to be able to attend the very first one, as a guest of Nashh and his wonderful family.

I don't know many EVE players in real life and those that I do I consider good friends, and of those Nashh is the one I would trust to move my assets.

My name is Kane Rizzel and I endorse Nashh Kadavr for the Counsil of Stellar Management.

A vote for Nashh is a vote for a better EVE.

Sunday, 20 September 2015

It's always sunny in Gusandall

The geo-static orbit of the station keeps us in the light, the warm glow of the sun washing over us every time we undock.

The Pirates of Gusandall were once feared across the universe, a kill or be killed union of miscreants from all walks of life, the station a hub for random acts of violence to which capsuleers were drawn to like moths to a flame. Some friends, many an enemy but Gusandall was home, our home.

Back in day the pirate menace brought rise to mighty anti pirate corporations and alliances, large fleets would roll through trying to stop the tide of malevolence, but much like the Pirates of old, they have all but disappeared, names lost in time.

But the Pirate legends still live, spoken in hushed tones in cantinas across the universe, some have become respectable ladies and gentlemen, with vast commercial and industrial empires, others have retired to enjoy the comforts of their plunder.
And then there were some who took their fights to more dangerous waters. 

The universe is a totally different place from those early days, advances in ship and weapons technology have shaped battles in countless ways, tactics evolving as fast as the industrialists built these machines of destruction. 

It was easier back then, low sec was the wild frontier where even large nullsec alliances feared to tread, it was the great unknown, and it was exciting. Legends forged and fortunes made.

As the universe has expanded and population has exploded, what was once feared and revered, now feels tame. 

I miss my Rifter, the smell of fuel and gunpowder, the rattle of auto cannons, the acceleration of micro warp, the satisfying explosions and rain of debris, pushing the limits and often exceeding them. 

I miss Gusandall... And I miss all of you!

Stay strong. Never surrender.
Strong hearts, Iron will.

Kane Rizzel

Monday, 25 May 2015

There and back again... And there again.

"But ye gotta know *where* ye're just gonna rush in. Ye cannae just rush in *anywhere*. It looks bad, havin' to rush oout again straight awa'."

-- Feegle tactics (Terry Pratchett, The Wee Free Men)

I was all ready to get back home and fire up my gaming rig to unleash hell upon the heavens of New Eden, only to be deployed again straight after finishing a six month voyage at sea.

So after a short visit home for my birthday next week I shall be off to sea for up to 3 months.

Apologies to whats left of my readers, I promise I want to play and write again, but I'm having such an awesome time trying to save our planet :)

I also promise that when I do start playing again there will be a violencing and explosions.

Saturday, 22 November 2014

Yes, this is why we love EVE

 Anathema didn't only believe in ley-lines, but in seals, whales, bicycles, rainforests, whole grain in loves, recycled paper, white South Africans out of South Africa, and Americans out of practically everywhere down to and including Long Island.

-- (Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman, Good Omens)

In other news I will be departing for a few months in the Antarctic in the next fortnight, unfortunately the ships internet isn't good enough to even log in but at least I have over a years worth of skills queued.

Thursday, 6 November 2014


The hangar is always dark these days, a myriad of vessels powered down, in hibernation, the deck crew has long gone, their employer seemingly nowhere to be found.

It's cold in here, the life of this once vibrant hangar, lost in the void.

A light flickers, a frigate in the far corner, powers up for a second, but in this darkness it feels like a stroke of lightning. The darkness returns, the brief flash making it feel heavier... Darker.

The frigate, a favourite of this particular hangars owner, pulses once more, brighter, making the returning darkness feel... ominous.

a low hum breaks the silence, systems powering up in the darkness, the afterburners fire, the frigate in its cradle held fast, and just as suddenly the darkness returns, a little brighter, warmed by the glow of the cooling back wall.

The Rifter feels a memory, its systems for so long melded with the mind of its pilot.

It misses its pilot...

Monday, 13 October 2014

And I'm offski... Again

Shadwell hated all southerners and, by inference, was standing at the North Pole.

-- (Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman, Good Omens) 

I fly to Melbourne Australia for six months on Wednesday, taking my laptop with me this time but doubt I'll have internet access when we go to the Antarctic. But I will try and stay updated with the goings on in EVE and even considering trying my hand at some EVE fiction with me and my family as the characters, develop some back story and just have fun writing again.

I could use a little help if anyone feels inclined to do so. Please share the link on your social media if th fancy takes you :)

Huggs and Kisses


Thursday, 11 September 2014

Back, kind of...

On the fabled hidden continent of Xxxx, somewhere near the rim, there is a lost colony of wizards who wear corks around their pointy hats and live on nothing but prawns.
-- (Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man) 

I shall be attending EVE Nottingham this weekend and hope to see some of you there, I have just arrived back from four months in the Gulf of Mexico and I shall be around till the middle of October before heading to Australia and spending about five months aboard the Sea Shepherd ship, the Steve Irwin.

So I won't really be back playing EVE for a while yet, I'll try catch up with some of you online as I have my laptop with me, but won't be able to play.