Sunday, 23 June 2013

Just not my day...

Many an ancient lord's last words had been, "You can't kill me because I've got magic aaargh."
-- Magic armour is not all it's cracked up to be.
(Terry Pratchett, Interesting Times)

It's not every day the Rizzels embarrass themselves totally, but today was such a day.

I had a few successful hunts, a fine catch of an Anathema, who then came back in a Legion, who I managed to point and hold down whilst El Brutor and I took it apart piece by piece.

So it looks like it might be a good days hunting... You'd think so?

There's a few gangs floating about, well, it is Sunday after all and when a small group with some frigates engage the Greeks in Gusandall, I warp in to see if I can pick off some frigates.

I decloak my Loki about 60km from the main group which includes two Armageddons.

I make a lot of mistakes, I shouldn't be fighting anything, I'm exhausted, not sleeping well and working too hard without a proper day off for four weeks, but needless to say I get tackled, and everything is on top of me in the blink of an eye, neuted and tackled it's a painful wait, my Loki, Achmed the Mad explodes, damn near everything drops and the shock of being so violently disconnected from the strategic cruiser gives me a severe concussion, and I lose some of the knowledge to fly the Loki properly.

And then Keira would get ganked shipping a replacement to Gusandall... For the life of me I can not figure out why she didn't just fly the bloody thing here already built .

A very expensive day and I'm glad I got a call from a friend that asked me to join her for some non-alcoholic drinks which calmed me down.


Anonymous said...

Dang Kane...
You managed to loose it before i lost mine and I fly this baby loong time.
Oh well... Shit happens, dont worry mate.

Lhorenzho said...

Kane Rizzel is mortal???
Everyone has days like that.
Tomorrow is another day.