Tonight, I thought Roc was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a nice restaurant for dinner. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment on it. Continue reading
Evolution is a natural process. Our lives change and we either grow or die. Stagnation is not something I believe in. I’ve been working on some things – some EVE related, a few not. Hopefully they will materialize over the coming weeks and you’ll all get to be a part of my vision. I’m hoping it will be something we can grow together. Continue reading
by Jack Carrigan
Exhaustion swept over me, as did the acrid smell of burning tobacco and stale beer as I stepped through the door of The Black Hole. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting, and it had taken me a while to find the place. Coming down from the capsuleer levels of the station always made for an interesting adventure. Most people could care less, some were overly friendly in an obvious attempt to get me to spend ISK on their wares, and others were just overtly hostile. Continue reading
The second decade of EVE Online is something everyone appears excited about. At Fanfest, the dev team was ecstatic to reveal their direction for the next few expansions and the player audience responded with thunderous applause at the concept of player built jump gates.
Everyone except me.
I downed my whiskey and ordered up another one from the bartender. He looked at me hesitantly for a moment, until I growled, at which point he refilled my glass. I had been at the Black Hole for the better part of the day, drowning my sorrows. They say alcohol doesn’t solve problems. It doesn’t not solve them either.
I’ll never forget my first time. I was still fresh from the medbay, not even a week old immortal, full of arrogance and dreams, completely indestructible. I was such a naive idiot.
I had given up a lot to volunteer for the capsuleer procedure, but believed there was no cost too high for the payout of immortality. My personal rage at what the Amarr had done to not only my people, but to me personally, was enough to block out any required sacrifice.
I had been one of the fortunate ones who survived the process and became a pod pilot. It left me changed, scarred, sterile. I would never be the same. I never wanted to. Continue reading
First of all, if today’s post resounds with you at all, please comment. It can be a simple agree/disagree, something more detailed, or a wall of text. I honestly need as much feedback as possible on this please as it could change my life, and hopefully all our lives. Continue reading
I’ve not been one to spam you with stuff, but today I am going to do just that, and for a very good cause. Continue reading
You will never get over it but you will get through it.
These words hit home. At first I had started to feel guilty about not feeling miserable upon every thought of you. I felt as though I was betraying your memory – that my healing was erasing your existence. I was at war within myself.