"There's nothin' wrong with bein' a son of a bitch."
-- Gaspode the wonder dog
(Terry Pratchett, Moving Pictures)
From time to time I like to look back and marvel at how far I've come, or how low I've sunk.
Good days and bad, from my early days as a small pilot in a small alliance in Catch, the upstart Huzzah making waves against the likes of FIX, then off to bigger things with the games largest alliance at the time ASCN and my first large scale war against Band of Brothers, a short stint in a reborn Curse alliance and then off to Goonswarm where my taste for nullsec was soured, so I spent my time as part of Rens 911, a small bunch of Goons who would play with the numerous war targets Goons would acquire along the way.
My friend Steve Dave who was in Mercenary Coalition at the time said I should try Piracy... And here I am, over six years later.
I have done a great many things, but never have I had the opportunity to kill a super capital, it's still something I wish to cross off my list... One day™
I remember AlphaMeridian, aka James Caple-Nisby, who we lost two years ago now, I remember helping him with his first Flipmode Industries highsec POS take down, I remember what a great guy he was and how devious he could be, all the while laughing and enjoying the game he played. I wonder what he would think of EVE now and how far the game has come.
We've all lost friends, may their skies always be clear.
I remember old friends, who no longer play this marvellous game, but who instead choose to play a game called Real Life™, sure the graphics are very realistic, but even though it is the ultimate sandbox, you're far too limited and some of the end game bosses are just plain scary, nothing can tank them.
I still remember my very first solo kill, as a scout for a small raiding party in Delve, it was only a Cheetah and the covops cloaked dropped , at the time a hefty 120million ISK and I successfully managed to get it out of Delve even after stirring the hornets nest.
Speaking of ISK, I remember it taking me a month of ratting near Bamamake to make my first million ISK, it was much harder back then to make ISK and we appreciated everygoddamn cent.
When you lost a ship back then, it really hurt
I remember killing a rather tough rat in a belt in Abudban, a Domination frigate which dropped a BPC for a Dramiel, I sold it to a fellow Arsian for 100million ISK and I moved to nullsec shortly after, being super wealthy and all.
I remember my first day in nullsec, a stressful freighter escort through HED-GP down to V2-VC2 in Catch in my one and only Rifter. I remember losing that Rifter the very same day but not before getting on my first killmail, tackling Noobjuice's Claw before exploding in blaze of adrenaline fuelled glory.
This game has given me many great memories, from being at the unveiling of the universes very first Titan, being part of the universes very first Titan Bridge, losing regions and seeing alliances crumble, rebuilding a corporation and watching that corp go on to be in some of the biggest and baddest alliances in this verse.
And yet, after all these things, memories and experiences, I still get the shakes when I engage in boat violence.
And I still smile every time somebody gets upset about said violence...
Miworker > asshole...
Kane Rizzel > thank you
To old friends long gone, to old friends still fighting, to the new friends I have yet to make, thank you. Special shout out to Sard Caid for gifting me a Hematos, it has blood on it cause I fly it like I stole it.
And a big thanks to CCP for keeping this universe turning.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled violence and chaos.