Looking back, I’m still amazed at the influence I had over any other capsuleer. I have never envisioned myself a celebrity, or someone of importance. My existence has always been one of necessity when it comes to others, and excess when it comes to myself.

I have always done what is needed. I always will.

Still, it was the Year of the Rifter, that year I challenged all the pod pilots of New Eden to commit to flying nothing but a Rifter for an entire year. Some balked, saying it would be impossible for them to go on fleet ops; others cried they would die too easily in a Rifter, but many took up the call. Thousands of them in fact.

And it was a good year for the galaxy.

Pilots re-learned the joy of flying frigates; of relying on your wits instead of your blob. They learned the benefits of versatile fittings, and a small, agile ship that could get you out of many sticky situations.

The Year of the Rifter proved to be a good idea in the end. Had I only known then what I know now.

DAY 1
9:02 AM

I’ve been flying the Ripsack for a while now, but this marks my first official entry in the Year of the Rifter. I’ve been scanning for pirate activity for the last ninety minutes; no luck. I wandered over to Amamake briefly, knowing there’s always a fight going on there, but I couldn’t lure any strays away from their packs. Disappointing.

I’m docking up for now. Will try again later.

Roc