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.

Saturday, 19 April 2014

Thank you :)

People who are rather more than six feet tall and nearly as broad across the shoulders often have uneventful journeys. People jump out at them from behind rocks then say things like, "Oh. Sorry. I thought you were someone else."
-- Carrot travels to Ankh-Morpork

(Terry Pratchett, Guards! Guards!) 

I would like to extend my gratitude to those that came all the way to Gusandall to join me on a little roam this evening. Y'all don't know how much I appreciated it and whilst we didn't have the most epic fights, the Titanomancy was ill-fated and we weren't exactly efficient I had an awesome time.
This was by far the largest gang I'd been in for a very long time, all 24 of us :)
Special thanks to Nashh and The Bastards for hooking us up with comms for the evening.

And don't forget EVE Nottingham being organised by Nashh, I shall be in attendance, fresh from my adventure in the Gulf of Mexico, along with a few other big names in internet spaceships :)

I'm not entirely sure when or if I'll be back to playing EVE, I'd like to think I will but you just never know where the universe will take you. Thanks to everyone who has ever read one of my stories and got even the slightest amount of enjoyment out of it.

I shall try post pics of my time on the RV Odyssey on this blog.

Stay strong, never surrender, fly it like you stole it and good hunting.

Hugs and Kisses