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This month’s EVE Blog Banter comes to us from Brinelan over at The Shard (http://www.theshard.org). He asks: What drew us into EVE, what keeps us playing the game and what brought us back if we’ve ever left?
Everyone has a story to tell.
I remember my humble beginnings. My life began in a simple city, of no more than one hundred and thirty five citizens. We weren’t the biggest clan by any means, but we were very close knit. War raged around us, eventually destroying what was our home. We tried to rebuild, but it was never the same. I was a tribal leader then, a valued member of the clan, but I made my mistakes. I hurt a lot of people unintentionally, trapped in an ever growing web of my own lies. It is something I truly regret to this day, and have vowed to never get caught up in such a situation again.
Despite the fame, despite the community I failed, my destiny was to be elsewhere.
I was enslaved at ten years old, forced into a life of servitude by the Amarr. There was a point when the only escape my mind had was to fantasize about crazy things. I remember one nightmarish fantasy I had, where I was undead, some kind of mystical warlock, able to cast about magic, like the bedtime stories I remembered when I was an infant. Once I was a superhero, able to jump over buildings in a single bound. There was even a time I lived among small human like creatures, seeking some all powerful and unifying ring. But I grew up; I no longer had a desire for such childish things.
Eventually, I snatched my freedom. It was no easy task. I fled from Amarr space, knowing nothing of the New Eden before me, unskilled, untried, unprepared. A lot had changed in twenty years.
I made my way to Hrober, where I lived for months, etching out a precarious living, never sure if each day would be my last. I was eventually taken under the wing of some local mercenaries there. It was they whom shaped the future I enjoy now. They trained me as a pilot. They recommended me as a capsuleer. They taught me to do more than survive; they taught me how to thrive.
Since leaving them, I’ve made my own little dent in the universe. Sure, I am not as well known as thousands of capsuleers, but my goal was never to acquire fame or fortune. I simply want to make a difference. I want to free our people from the tyranny of the Amarr.
When the Republic started recruiting capsuleers for the war effort, it was a no brainer. I signed up immediately, leading engagements into both Amarr and Caldari space. There are some who enjoy my style of fleet command; and a few who don’t. Through much effort, aptitude, diligence, and patience, I am now a Matar Colonel of the Tribal Liberation Force.
And yet, war cannot last forever.
There is still so much of this universe for me to explore. In reality, I’ve seen very little of it, not even much of my birth planet. But then again, who has really? Even to master all the cultural intricacies on one planet could take several lifetimes, let alone fully embracing the entirety of New Eden?
Fortunately, I have several lifetimes to explore; to learn; to embrace.
What keeps me here? My story has only just begun.