A good plan isn't one where someone wins, it's where nobody thinks they've *lost*.
-- (Terry Pratchett, The Amazing Maurice and his Educated Rodents)
But I feel disappointed in CCP and EVE online but it's also my fault.
Many years ago, I moved to a small system close to highsec, life was good, plenty of frigate action generated by the local 1/10 and 2/10 complexes, surrounding systems full of the brave and foolish.
Every time I logged on there would be conflict, either with those trying to farm the plexes, or those purely coming for a fight. Gusandall was a highway, with so much traffic it some days resembled highsec. Anti Pirates would bring massive fleets through on a regular basis, knowing there would be Pirates for all occasions. There were so many Pirates, oh so many, who cared and tended the area, making sure not to bleed it dry and there was so much action and opportunity for all of us, even the smallest of solo Pirates.
I had carved a niche for myself, not a plex runner or plex farmer, but that of a plex hunter. I was furious in my assault on any interlopers to that plex, so much so that intricate traps were laid to scuttle any plans I had on violence. From polcarbed domination point tackle Rifters and stealth bombers, to log on traps by some of my fiercest opponents. I had fought off entire gangs inside the plexes, lost a few but won a helluva lot. I made many enemies, but also a few life long friends. Many of you may recall some of my thrilling stories of hot plex action on this very blog.
I had ransomed so many pilots, not only for their ships and pods, but also for the right to run the plex (I would convo pilots from station and tell them I would undock and come cause explosions in their immediate vicinity if they didn't pay... Some did and went on their merry, those that didn't met a sticky end)
The untold billions I made off my endeavors and my sheer success at hunting these folk meant I very rarely needed to leave Gusandall. Sure, I still hunted in the surrounding area but I fondly recall whole action packed days spent in the warm glow of the Gusandall star.
Those days are sadly gone, and with them, my raison d'etre.
Why am I writing this? Well, I'm struggling to find inspiration, I'm too old to be moving around, six years of some of the most exciting action ever and now nothing... Is this what retirement feels like?
Have I been put out to pasture by CCP?
This really sucks.