Category Archives: Roc’s Ramblings
390 lb shrugs
Because we all need motivation on a Saturday morning. Continue reading
Tales from the Hole: How I learned to mind my own business
I was on my way to the Black Hole pub one day when I realized I had wandered through a security ward near the mental care facility. I could hear a group of patients behind the wall I was passing shouting “13 … 13 … 13 …” in hushed, but excited tones. Continue reading
Half and Marathon Training
You all know my feelings towards distance running by now. No? Well, go read THIS before continuing please if you aren’t already aware. Or, let me sum up quickly:
- distance running sucks
- it’s unnatural, damaging to your body, and it sucks
Clone Upgrade
Right. So after talking with Hilmar at Fanfest and receiving unbelievable inspiration from everyone I met; after being humbled by the impact I’ve had on some real lives … I decided it was time to do more for our EVE Online community. Continue reading
Meanwhile in Hevrice
The final leg of a twenty-three system journey. To be honest, I was impressed and more than a little surprised that my Rifter made it. I had worked alongside such fine men and women of the Tribal Liberation Force that I had neglected the maintenance of my own personal ships. The deposit I made for my personal hangar would last many lifetimes, but since most of the last decade had been spent in the war, I had terminated the services of my mechanical contractor ages ago. Continue reading
Tales from the Hole: Exhaustion
by Jack Carrigan
Even an immortal can feel exhaustion. Living many lives carries more stressors than that of a normal who only has to face one. Continue reading
Tales from the Hole: Reading People
by Druur Monakh
The man reached out his hand to knock on the counter of the bar, but before his knuckles had even made contact with the surface, the Bartender was ready for him, having seen the beginning of the gesture out of the corner of his eye. Smoothly, he picked up the bottle of Amarrian Brandy and refilled the two shot glasses on the counter, nano-electronics in the filler cap adding the cost to the tab, almost even before the second knock had rung out. He relished the surprise in the face of the patron, and not just because it would likely translate into a larger tip – this was what the Bartender lived for. Continue reading
Stay Frosty Mini-Album
Rixx Javix is a good man. Let me start with that. I’m not going to comment on all the drama between him and the Tuskers, but obviously I think enough of the man that I have left the Minmatar Republic, left the Tribal Liberation Force, left my entire way of life behind to stand with him and fight for what is right. That should speak volumes towards the character of Rixx. Continue reading
Stay Frosty
“I cannot reconcile the lifestyle you’re condoning with the values I believe in as a soldier of the Republic!” I yelled at Rixx while nearly passed out on my back, drunk on the cold metal floor of my station quarters. I had been engaged in some serious soul-searching regarding my future after having failed to secure a seat on the CSM yet again, as well as my continued disillusionment with the war effort. Continue reading
ROC'S RAMBLINGS 