I’ve read many religious tomes; Amarr, Brutor, Jovian, even an occasional Terran manuscript or two, which are hard to come by. They all seem to have the same general ideas on morality: live right, do right, reap your eternal reward, etc, etc, which is where I guess the appeal comes from for most. Being immortal already, it loses its lustre quickly: live right, live wrong, do right, do wrong, what does it really matter? When will I face the deity/deities of your choosing for my rewards/punishments? Yes, I acknowledge there is the chance of the True Death, and it does occur, but seldomly.
Chances are I will outlive your religion. Continue reading
Most pilots overcompensate. I fly frigates.
It had been a while since I had participated in such a gathering, and from the looks on the faces of the Tribal Liberation Force pilots of the Huang Yinglong corporation, it was obvious they weren’t expecting to see a Matar Colonel in full military dress casually stroll into their hangar bay. Retired or not, I had still had some pull, and had managed to arrange this little surprise without much difficulty. Continue reading
There is no fear, only victory.
There is no death, only rebirth.
We are respected, revered, immortal.
We are capsuleers.
Just a quick post.
Sure, I’m badass. Sure, I’m a grizzled, retired, veteran war hero. Sure, the ladies love me, and the men want to be me.
But I have a soft side every now and again. Besides, research shows that sometimes cute is good for marketing.
So, here’s a new wallpaper that came together late last night. Basically, I’m thinking of using this little spot guy as a new TShirt logo to promote myself. Continue reading
I already know this is wasted breath, but I thought I’d share anyway. It’s a rant about internet anonymity, ePeens, etc, etc.
As luck would have it, the Mean Streak Contest has been mentioned on the Facebook EVE Online page. A few players are excited about the contest, which is good. The majority of players, however, are talking about how a Dramiel and a measly 100 million isk is not even worth undocking for.
To them I say “Then don’t.” Continue reading
PREVIOUSLY – THE LONG ROAD HOME II
“Flint I need you here now! Front line! Bull is down!” I turn to look at Bull, whom I just dragged to cover behind some shipping crates. I can only hope they aren’t full of explosives. Those Caretaker drones aren’t messing around. I didn’t even know those things had made it to production. I remember seeing a prototype once, during a military contract; they were vicious. In the space of a few seconds, they had torn through an entire regiment of infantry elite. They were only tagged, of course; no live ammo, but damn if it hadn’t been one of the most terrifying things I had seen on the ground. But it had flaws, which is why it never made it into the field. I wish I could remember one of those flaws now. I’m getting old. Hopefully I’ll get older.
“Tore … right through … my …” Bull says while gurgling up blood. Continue reading