Up Close and Personal

I sat in the dark of my personal quarters onboard my Claymore, Tribal Glory. The ship had been drydocked for months, never seeing the action it was originally intended for. A thick layer dust covered the outer hull, and as I had walked through the hallways inside, the echoing of my boots on the metal flooring reminded me of how lonely the life of a Capsuleer could be sometimes, usually by choice.

I had planned on being a great leader when I bought this ship. I had the ambition to become a fleet commander of great reknown, a hero in the war; and perhaps to some degree I had achieved that, in the past.

It wasn’t melancholy or self-pity, there was no emo need in my thoughts. Rather, just an objective analysis of my path thus far in the hopes of gleaming some insight into what was in store for me next. I wasn’t one to ride the wave of fate; but if you’ve been reading these memoires, history has already told you that.

If anything, I was sitting alone in the dark, reflecting on life out of pure vanity. In my hand I held the release form for the Scope news broadcast, one of New Eden’s most popular and widespread news network. They wanted to do a “Up Close and Personal” segment featuring me. I had seen these bits in passing before, they always ended up embarassing the subject in some way or another.

I wondered what questions they would ask? How would I respond? Would I keep my cool or lose my temper? Was it going to actually be about my personal life, or simply a thinly veiled attempt at a biased agenda? Were they trying to help me rebuild my tarnished reputation or looking to further put the screws to me about murder and slavery?

I sighed deeply, feeling the stale air of the ship enter my lungs. I coughed, feeling lightheaded.

What the hell. I digitally signed the form, sending it back to the correspondent.

This is going to be interesting to say the least, I thought to myself.

Want to help me make this interview interesting? Ask me any “in-character” question you want by filling out the form located HERE. It can be about the war, my music, working out, my views on politics, my relationships with the opposite sex, piracy, recipes, favourite ships and fits, market trading for profit, or whatever the heck you want. While I may not answer every question, the more questions I have to choose from the better.

Healthy Choices

I had the “privilege” this morning of addressing the Republic Civilian Defence Force, or CDF for short. Given my rank and highly public profile, in addition to my well known position on maintaining my clone’s physique manually, I was a natural choice. I accepted my duty without question, and made my way to the surface of Pator III.

The Republic had decided to step up voluntary enlistment before initiating a mandatory draft in an effort to continue the war effort against the Amarr. Given their inability to provide funding for the losses of the many capsuleers fighting on their behalf, the Senate had voted almost unanimously to enlist the aid of the common people. While I personally believed the mantle should fall to every healthy Matari to fight for their freedom, I was also pragmatic and understood that not all were equipped mentally or physically for the hardships of the soldier’s life.

In my mind’s eye, I had an ideal vision of what the Brutor of old looked like: physically dominating, near perfect specimens of strength and power. We were, and still are, a fiercely tribal people, etching out a hard existence in a universe seemingly indifferent to the injustices we suffered daily at the hands of the Amarr. Every step forward was hard earned, and as our technology grew, so did our appetite for physical perfection. That was my ideal vision.

Instead, what was evidenced before me by the men and women of the CDF was one of complacency and laziness. Our ancestors would’ve been ashamed at the soft assortment of flesh candies seated before me. Not a one would survive the capsuleer training program, and it made me question not only the decision to enlist these couch potato, weekend warriors, but also the standards by which these “soldiers” were held subject to.

I gave my speech, motivating them to yells, whoops and cheers, taking my leave as soon as possible; the smell of fat and sweat inducing a feeling of claustrophobia in me; something a pod jockey never experienced.

On the shuttle back to Dal, I had plenty of time to think about a great many things; the direction of my life, the war effort, Myxnee, but the foremost thought in my mind was how far we had fallen as a people from the heights we once achieved. Sure, we had advanced as a society and were one of the strongest of the Empires in New Eden, but at what cost? If the CDF was indicative of the general populace, we had become soft. Should the frontlines fail, the Amarr would find no resistance to enslavement of our people. The cynical side of me wondered if they would even want what they would find, but of course they would, a body was a body, and those that couldn’t do, would die.

I knew many capsuleers who rarely left their pods, and even fewer that engaged in regular physical activity. We relied on our wills and minds so completely in our roles that we often neglected our own health and well being.

That had to stop.

It’s a new year and the time for excuses had ended. It’s time to get in shape, and we’re going to do this together. Regardless of your current level of physical health, we’re going to start doing something, anything, to improve ourselves.

NOTE: PLEASE CONSULT WITH A PHYSICIAN BEFORE ENGAGING IN ANY PHYSICAL ACTIVITY. FAILURE TO DO SO MAY RESULT IN INJURY OR ILLNESS FOR WHICH I CANNOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE.

STEP 1: Basal Metabolic Rate (BMR)

Using the calculator HERE, find out your BMR, or the number of calories per day you should be consuming to promote good physical health. Be honest with yourself. At the end of the day, you’re going to be your own worst critic.

STEP 2: Body Strength

If you have an iTouch/iPhone, download the ONE HUNDRED PUSHUPS application. Well formed pushups will work the following muscle groups:

MAJOR:

  • chest
  • shoulders
  • trapezius
  • biceps
  • triceps
  • abdominal core

MINOR:

  • forearm
  • thighs
  • quadriceps
  • calves
  • lower back

As you can see, pushups are a very effective strength building exercise for both men and women. No “woman pushups” in this program.

If you don’t have the ability to download this app, you can substitute the following routine 3x per week, though it will not be as effective:

  • 11 pushups
  • 60 seconds rest
  • 15 pushups
  • 60 seconds rest
  • 9 pushups
  • 60 seconds rest
  • 9 pushups
  • 60 seconds rest
  • 13 (minimum, but do as many as you can to fail)

STEP 2: Cardiovascular

Again, if you have iTouch/iPhone, the COUCH TO 5K app is incredible. It gives audio cues for when you should switch from walk/jog/run, and is a very good, progressive program for improving your cardiovascular health while increasing core strength and losing weight. If you don’t have an iTouch/iPhone, you can still follow along on this program HERE.

STEP 3: Healthy Eating

It might seem daunting to buy healthy groceries, and you may have even heard that eating healthy is far more expensive than eating junk. Follow these guidelines for shopping, and you will be surprised at how well your body responds:

  • When buying bread and pasta check the list of ingredients. Look for the words “Whole Grain” as the first ingredient. If you see “wheat flour” or “enriched flour” as one of the first couple of ingredients, then this is mostly refined white bread with some whole grains added.
  • Buy lean meat, fish (especially oily fish like salmon) and poultry. Try to limit deli meats, hot dogs, bacon and other processed meats due to high levels of nitrates.
  • Stop buying soda or fruit juice that is mostly sugar water and empty calories! Buy unsweet tea or tea bags to make tea yourself and keep in your refrigerator. If you must buy juice, be sure it is 100% juice and limit your intake to one glass a day.
  • Stop buying junk food at the store like chips or soda. It will save room in your grocery budget for healthier foods.
  • Learn to read food labels. Avoid partially hydrogenated oils (trans fat), bleached flour, enriched flour, and high fructose corn syrup by checking the ingredients on packages.
  • Avoid pre-packaged meals that contain high levels of sodium, fat and calories. Try broiling fish and steaming fresh broccoli instead!
  • Try to spend half your budget each week on fruits and veggies and spend the other half on whole grains, dairy and lean meat. Start in the produce department first and work your way around the outside edges of the store. Most processed and unhealthy foods are kept in the center aisle. Limit what you buy there!
  • Stock up on lean meat, fish and poultry when it is on sale and freeze it for future use.
  • Purchase berries, peaches, mangos and other fruits when they are on sale and freeze in individual baggies for use later in smoothies or on whole grain waffles.
  • YES you can use coupons and still have a healthy grocery list! It takes some work to pull your list together each week, but stores offer great coupons on things like frozen vegetables, whole grain pasta and whole grain waffles. But, don’t get tricked into buying processed foods just because you have a coupon. Just because a bag of candy is $0.50, doesn’t mean it needs to be in your cart!

With a little effort and some planning you can have a healthy grocery list and still be on a budget.

STEP 4: Portion Control

So you’re exercising, you’re eating healthy, but you’re still not seeing the results you want? Chances are, you’re eating too much! Might make sense once you hear it, but even when eating healthy, you can still overdo it.

TO LOSE WEIGHT ALWAYS ENSURE THE CALORIES YOU EXPEND ARE GREATER THAN THE CALORIES YOU CONSUME.

Four general rules of thumb:

  1. A single portion of meat should be no bigger than the palm of your hand.
  2. A single serving of veggies, rice, pasta, etc, should never exceed 1 cup.
  3. Eat every 4 hours without fail (not including sleep time).
  4. Hydrate! You should consume at least 3 litres of water per day, especially when engaging in regular physical activity.

STEP 5: Calories

As I said, always expend more than you consume. If you have an iTouch/iPhone, one of the best apps for tracking your daily calorie count is the Calorie Tracker by Live Strong.com. With a full online database of foods and exercises, you’ll be sorely pressed to not find what you need with this app. If you don’t have an iTouch/iPhone, their WEBSITE offers a great online program as well.

STEP 6: NO EXCUSES

You can lie to me, you can lie to friends, but despite what you think, you can’t lie to yourself. Healthy living promotes overall wellness emotionally, mentally, sexually and physically. The first step to better self-image is setting goals for yourself, getting up off your ass to do something about it, then feeling good at the accomplishment. This is one of those things in life where it’s ok to be selfish. Give this to yourself. You deserve it.

That’s it for today. I look forward to seeing how many of you are willing to pledge yourselves to better health in the comments section below. If you do, I promise you I will be with you every step of the way, and make myself available for questions and guidance when possible.

Decisions

Another billion isk lost, I thought to myself with dismay, and the Republic has put a freeze on military bursaries. Just perfect.

No matter how I tried to spin the rationale in my mind, it just didn’t make sense. How did the Sanmatar expect us to win a war without funding? Was this a kneejerk reaction to the growing peace protests on Pator? Were the general populace really that naive to think there could ever be a lasting coexistence with those that enslaved us? My gut told me it was all part of the slippery slope the Sanmatar had fallen prey to when he passed the legalization of those brainwashed Matari spreading their virus of Amarr belief.

Whatever his reasons, it had a profound ripple effect on morale. Immortal or not, pilots were less willing to engage the enemy for fear of financial loss; even I was feeling the fiscal pain at this point, having lost close to 4 billion isk in the war effort to date. Resignations and desertions from the Tribal Liberation Force were at an all time high; pilots no longer believed in a war that could not be won.

I found my own motivation lacking. It wasn’t about the isk for me, though I had resigned myself to flying Rifters for the forseeable future, Wensley style. It was about the principle. Knowing your government had your back and offered you complete support was something to depend on. It made you want to fight for leadership that put their money where their mouth was.

Politics had become too political.

I was tempted to talk directly to the Sanmatar about it, but my relationship with him had been strained since my incarceration last year, and the public outcry denouncing me as a murderer. In the end, I had been proven innocent, but the damage to my reputation had been done. My good name had been smeared, and I was still suffering the fallout from that, to a degree.

My fame still proceeded me, with sales of both the Bio CD and One Night of Roc doing well, but I had also gained infamy as a man who lived by his own moral rulebook, and damn any who got in the way. It wasn’t the image I tried to portray, not the role model I would’ve chosen for myself, but I had learned you could never please everyone.

I sat in the Flight Deck office, looking over recent communications, and was stuck on an inbox item from Mynxee, someone I never expected to hear from again, literally; I had my communication systems locked down tight to prevent her from accessing me in any way. Apparently her security people possessed higher aptitude than mine.

Dearest Roc,

I know you’re probably seething already just hearing this, but please hear me out. By now you must know I didn’t kill poor Daul; you know I wouldn’t murder someone in cold blood. Our choices might seem drastically different, but our morals are very parallel; it’s part of the attraction we’ve always shared.

I’ve kept tabs on you, as you can clearly see by this communique in your inbox. You’ve grown weak and complacent. Don’t get offended by that, I’m just calling like I see it. Your heart doesn’t seem in it anymore, and I wonder if you truly still believe in the war you fight.

I’m not lecturing you, or going to get into a political debate over this. I just wanted to let you know that we’ve recently been very busy in our neck of the woods, and I wanted to extend an invitation to you. Join the Hellfleet. You already know most of us, and you’d be a welcome addition, no interview required. Say the word and you’re in, hun.

Part of me doesn’t expect to hear from you again, and I will respect that. I just know how stubborn we both are, and wanted to reach out to you and let you know that there are still those that believe in the man you are.

Mynxee

A week ago I would’ve laughed at her comment about people still believing in me if it hadn’t been for a random encounter on a Gallente pleasure hub. I was finishing up some business there, heading back to my ship when I was saluted by a teenaged civilian wearing knockoff military gear. His left arm had a black sash wrapped around the bicep with a stylized tribal bear on it. As I walked by, he shouted “Colonel Wieler, the Renegades salute you!”

I had no idea what he was talking about, but had noticed more of these sashes on people, even in my homebase of Dal. A simple query with Aura revealed that there was some type of cult following of my war against the Amarr, and against piracy. They had adopted the name “Roc’s Renegades“, the name of my old fleet, and while I was initially flattered, I found references to this group in the Scope, committing acts of arson, vandalism, assault and other crimes all in the name of the Hero of the Republic, Matar Colonel Roc Wieler. Lovely. That’s just what I needed; more bad press.

A few months ago, I would’ve deleted Mynxee’s message without even reading it so devote to my duty was I.

Now, I read it again carefully, confused by my own hesitation to instantly dismiss her offer. Hellfleet. Was that my destiny? Was that the next step in my journey? To become a pirate?

Part of me rejected the idea outright. It defied everything I believed in. But did it? The more I recalled of my relationship with Mynxee, the more I remembered that she was fighting for a free Republic, just not under the rules of a failing government. Was she right? I couldn’t say she wasn’t, given how things had been going as of late.

And I knew Mynxee’s people were fiercely loyal to each other: Shae, Venom, the rest of the ladies. All of them despised by authority, but still cleaved to each other by a bond greater than any I knew.

Yes, my future was unclear. Loyal soldier, cult hero, pirate … maybe I should just jump through a wormhole in my Zephyr and never come back. I laughed to myself. I was never one to run away from a fight I couldn’t win.

I needed to talk with my therapist. I needed to sit with Maleatu Shakor. I needed to speak with the Ushra’Khan, to see if there was anything more they could offer me about the legacy of the Brutor Tribe. I needed Mynxee.

“Alright lad, she be ready fer ya!” my Chief Mechanic Leo bellowed, entering the office. He was wiping his greasy hands with a rag, his trademarked toothy smile etched broadly across his face. He was filthy and covered in sweat and grease, but he was the best damned mechanic I had ever known.

I had ordered a dozen Rifters, and tasked my team to get them fit for flight. Apparently that order had been executed, and my time for introspection was over.

“Alright, Leo, let’s see what you’ve come up with this time.”

Onslaughter

AMAMAKE SYSTEM
NEW YEAR’S DAY

“… I repeat, we require reinforcements… TLF Command ship … Sleipnir … Matar Colonel … AARRGGHH!!”

That was the last transmission the Angel Cartel battleship captain had been able to make. Ordinarily, we didn’t bother helping the other pirate factions; life in New Eden was harsh enough without inviting trouble, but the prospect of taking down a Matar Colonel of the Tribal Liberation Force in Amamake was hard to resist. Of course, the whole thing could’ve been a setup, as every respectable pirate changed his frequencies weekly, and nobody spent long in the hellhole that was Amamake.

“Whadda ya think, Eddie?” I asked, not wanting to make the decision myself, not that I could. The Wrath of Fenris had proven to be a good fit for me given my past, but I still didn’t want to push my luck and piss off the bosses. I worked hard to gain honour among these brothers, but trust was a fickle commodity at best; you could spend years earning it, then lose it all with one bad decision.

“I dunno, Loren.” Eddie replied, a cautious tone to his voice. “Think you can scan him down?” The Wrath of Fenris made their home elsewhere, but Amamake was a common stomping ground for us. There was always something going down in Amamake.

I took that as a personal challenge. My scanning skills were unmatched in our regular fleet. “You’d better be ready to warp in when I tackle this sunuvabitch.”

The TLF had been a pain in all of our asses with their anti-pirate campaign, led by that cock sure Brutor faggot Roc Wieler. And while we managed to still turn a good profit, we had to constantly look over our shoulders more than ever before. What I wouldn’t have given to have five minutes alone with him.

“Oh, we’ll all be ready.” Eddie replied, the fleet commander for our current roaming gang of 37 ships. We were more of a blob really, but we didn’t care. Might made right. We didn’t get bothered much by the Amarr or the Minmatar, and if you really had a force that could match us, you’d be in for one helluva fight, that was for certain.

It only took me a few minutes to scan down the Sleipnir, and once I had him, I let the rest of the fleet know. “Ready to me, I’m warping in now.” With that, I set myself into motion.

The adrenaline always pumped through my veins, pod pilot or not, when warping in to tackle an unsuspecting target. There were so many variables involved; it could go horribly wrong so many ways.

I eased out of warp right on top of … Matar Colonel Roc Wieler! I couldn’t believe my good stroke of fortune! I immediately started my slow target lock, pushing forward to close the range between myself and his artillery cannons.

He launched his Valkyrie II drones quickly, and began slowly aligning on an escape vector. His first volley nearly tore my shields away, but they held, and I was in scram range. I hoped I wasn’t too late.

The scramble held. I had Matar Colonel Roc Wieler in my sights. His drones quickly pulled me out of my star gazing, and I immediately flagged the fleet. “Warp to me! Warp to me! I got point!”

Seconds later, I relaxed, as the entire fleet arrived. All 37 of us angled for a shot against the famed Roc Wieler. Unfortunately, even with an impressive shield booster, his Sleipnir, the Onslaught, collapsed quickly, resulting in a killmail for only nine of us.

We tried to lock his pod, but the good Colonel had kept his wits about him, and managed to escape from us … this time.

I had my computer do a rundown of the ship fit and amount of isk lost, and was surprised to see the number keep rising until it finally settled at 1.6 billion isk. What the hell had he fit on that ship?!?

THE ONSLAUGHT

Some of the fleet followed possible trajectories, hoping to catch him in his pod, but I knew they would fail. Others stayed behind to loot the wreck, myself included.

We divided the loot as we always did, but I have to admit that I kept a little something for myself. In the midst of the wreckage, floating through space, was a scrap of flimsiplast. I scooped it up, laughing at the vanity of the title “Rocalicious Calendar”. Only the month of January had remained intact, but I decided to keep it, more as a joke with myself than anything, of how celebrities were truly overrated.

Happy New Year, Colonel Wieler! Thanks for flying overpriced garbage.

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Contest Administration

How does one deal with those that say they will do, then do not? Are they to be called out, reminded of their commitments? Or do we act with patience and tolerance, as we would hope would be extended to us in a similar situation?

Come to think of it, I still owe Manasi that 3D action figure he won for his story so long ago.

Let’s take the high road then.

As I try to gather up all the prizes for the Advent Celebration, I notice many items that were pledged were not in fact received. As such, I am asking for patience from all the winners that have not received their prizes. I’m hoping it’s just the holidays, people getting busy, etc, etc… but in case that isn’t what’s going on at all, I will do my personal best to honour all the prizes myself.

It will more than likely take me a bit of time, but it was my contest, and therefore my responsibility.

Advent Celebration Grand Finale – Dec 24th

I reclined in my office, feet up on my desk, boots unlaced. My arms were up, my hands locked behind my head. I still wore the red Santa hat, and a large smile was etched on my face as I skimmed the Scope and other various news sources from across New Eden.

All around the galaxy people were being nice to each other: good will gestures, ceasefires, races embracing even a moment’s respite from the otherwise harsh life our universe offered. It was good to see the media focusing on these things, if only for a few days.

I was exhausted. Corporate duties, military responsibilities, political maneuvering; it had left me drained. I couldn’t wait to simply unwind for a few days.

An unexpected knock at my door nearly felled me from my chair. It was Leo. “What are you still doing here, Leo?” I asked.

“Got us one more contract arrivin’ lad.” Leo said. I double checked the records. There were no more contracts coming in.

“You sure?” I asked, confused.

“Aye I am.” Leo handed me the datasheet, and I quickly scanned to see who the sender was. It was signed Santa Claus. My eyebrow immediately raised, but before I could say anything harsh to Leo, he spoke.

“Twasn’t me, Colonel, and I doubts it be any of your crew. Either someone’s be sending ya a good yank, or ya gots a gift from the fat man.”

I let it go. For once in my life, I didn’t rant. I stood up, put my arm around Leo’s shoulder, and walked from the flight deck office to see the gift that had been left under my tree for me.

Merry Christmas New Eden!

ADVENT DAY 24

PRIZE: This is it folks! Today is the final day of Roc’s Advent Celebration. I hope you’ve had as much fun as I’ve had, and in all honesty, it really did get my Christmas Spirit going. I’m still waiting on some of the donations that were volunteered, so please, once again, if you’ve said you’d donate, do so.

And here is today’s prize list:

  • $100 Racial Theme Pack from the EVE Online Store, care of CCP
  • Mystery Fit Retribution
  • Dramiel
  • Rupture
  • T2 Shield Purge Fit Arbitrator
  • 1 Year FREE Hosting at Lone Trek Hosting
  • 20,000 Units, winner’s choice, Federation Navy hybrid charge
  • 200 million ISK
  • Cameo appearance in a fiction piece by Roc Wieler
  • Cynabal Cruiser
  • PLEX, care of CCP

Holy jumping Jesus!!! I really hope that gets people participating today.

TASK: I’ve warned you all twice now during these festivities what was coming for today’s task. It’s the mother of all tasks for some, while others might find it easy.

YOU WILL HAVE TWO DAYS TO DO THIS TASK

So here it is:

Create a holiday video for your fellow Eve Online players

I don’t care how you do it, where you link to, or what it’s of, but you’re going to need to make a video today to win all that sweetness in the grand prize package.

Post your link in the comments below, or email me at adventcelebration@gmail.com.

I will post the Grand Prize Winner SAT DEC 26 th 10 AM EST.

Ok, let’s cut to the chase. I hope everyone had a fantastic Christmas, and I look forward to seeing you all again in the new year. I’ve had a fun time doing these contests, and I hope everyone else enjoyed participating in them. There are a lot of interesting things in the works this coming year for me, and I hope you’ll all stick around to see them unfold.

I received good video entries at the adventcelebration email address, which will be defunct after this contest, as well as those posted here, but for sheer epic awesomeness, the winner of the grand prize is Miningzen. Please email me your character name and race so I can get your grand prize package put together.

Merry Christmas everyone!

Advent Celebration – Dec 23rd

I looked down at the contract again. It was signed Miranda Tenoba, a capsuleer Hauler pilot whom had not only decided to hopefully donate a Navy Comet to the Advent Celebration if it was within her means, but also had a “mystery ship” enroute to me in Dal.

She had decided even I deserved a Christmas gift.

I smiled. That smile remained all day.

ADVENT DAY 23

PRIZE: Well, these last two days we’ve got a lot of stuff to give away still. Here’s the list:

  • $100 Racial Theme Pack from the EVE Online Store
  • Mystery Fit Retribution
  • 1 Dramiel
  • 1 Rupture
  • T2 Shield Purgers Arbitrator
  • 1 Scythe
  • 1 Rifter
  • 1 Year Free Hosting at LoneTrek hosting
  • 20,000 units winner choice federation navy hybrid charges
  • 1 Ishkur Assault ship
  • 500 million ISK (100 million part of Dec 21st prize)(100 million part of Dec 22nd prize)
  • Cameo Appearance in a fiction piece by Hallan Turrek
  • Cameo Appearance in a fiction piece by Roc Wieler
  • 1 Cynabal
  • ` PLEX care of CCP
  • 1 Navy Comet

TASK: The last two days before Christmas are upon us! I hope everyone has finished their shopping! In fact, why don’t you share with us one of your most dreadfully funny Christmas shopping experiences with us! That’s an order, pilot.

Post your entry in the comments below, or email me at adventcelebration@gmail.com. I will announce today’s winner at 10 PM EST.

Congratulations to Idemus, whom has won the following:

  • 100 million ISK
  • Navy Comet Blueprint Copy
  • Ishkur Assault ship
  • Rifter
  • Cameo appearance in a fiction piece by Hallan Turrek
  • Scythe

Wow, what a prize pack!

Advent Celebration – Dec 22nd

The flight deck was bustling with activity. I had extra contractors on hand to help with the additional workload. Leo, my chief mechanic and Senior Hangar Manager was scurrying to and fro, bellowing orders as he went, trying to get things in order for me.

“An’ there’s still more a comin’ in.” Leo said. “I ne’er seen the likes of this, laddie. Ye done yerself some fine work eer.”

I still really only understood about half of what Leo said to me on a daily basis, but when put into context with his body language and wild hand gesturing, it was enough.

The capsuleers of New Eden had indeed made this a Christmas worth remembering, and already my message center was constantly lit up like a Christmas tree with thanks and appreciation from across the galaxy.

I checked another contribution off the list, accepted the contract, and moved on. Soon I would have to hop into my Republic Fleet Firetail, the Renegade, and begin my hasty journey around the universe, covering all four Empires to collect the donated ships and items; I felt like the fat man himself.

Leo dropped a red hat on my desk, with a white puffy pom pom on top, and white fur trim around the base. “What the hell is this?” I asked him.

“Tis the season.” he replied, a wide grin spanning his face.

Ordinarily I would’ve had some glib and sarcastic response, but my view regarding Christmas had changed a lot in the last few days, so I figured, what the hell.

I donned the toque, and headed for my intergalactic sleigh. So help me, if anyone took a picture…

ADVENT DAY 22

Before we get started with today’s contest, I just want to thank those of you who contracted your donations to me already. Here is our remaining prize list, including yesterday’s prize package, which I don’t actually have in my hangar yet, so please, if you committed to donating, do so as soon as you can.

  • $100 Racial Theme Pack from the EVE Online Store
  • Mystery Fit Retribution
  • 2 Dramiel
  • 1 Stabber (part of Dec 21st prize)
  • 1 Rupture
  • T2 Shield Purgers Arbitrator
  • 1 Republic Fleet Stabber
  • 1 Scythe
  • 1 Rifter
  • 1 Year Free Hosting at LoneTrek hosting
  • 20,000 units winner choice federation navy hybrid charges
  • 20,000 units winner choice republic projectile ammo (part of Dec 21st prize)
  • 1 Ishkur Assault ship
  • 1 Nemesis Stealth Bomber
  • 500 million ISK (100 million part of Dec 21st prize)
  • Full set of +4 implants
  • Cameo Appearance in a fiction piece by Hallan Turrek
  • Cameo Appearance in a fiction piece by Roc Wieler
  • 1 Cynabal
  • 2 PLEX care of CCP

That’s one helluva list, and we’re going to make some pilots very happy over these final few days. Thanks again!

PRIZE: ???

TASK: The 12 days of Christmas is a very popular seasonal song. Today’s task is to rewrite that song, making it Eve related. Post your submissions in the comments below, or email me at adventcelebratoin@gmail.com. Usually I post the emails I get into the relevant blog. Yesterday I did not simply due to lack of time. I apologize.

BREAKING NEWS

With all the hustle and bustle in the loading dock, a synthpaper reporter managed to sneak himself in with a work crew and snagged this picture of Colonel Wieler before he was caught and summarily thrown out.

* thanks to Orthaanc Isengard for creating this image

Congratulations to Nathan Carver, who has won himself the following:

  • 1 PLEX, care of CCP
  • 1 Dramiel
  • 100 million ISK
  • 1 Nemesis Stealth Bomber

Advent Celebration – Dec 21st

They should have titled it “Roc’s Christmas Miracle”, but in keeping with the theme it was simply another day of Advent. You see, it was that day on which the tough as nails, gruff and grim Matar Colonel’s heart did melt. It was upon that day, three before the mass of Christ, that he came to understand the true meaning of the season.

“Sir! The contract offers, they justa keep pourin’ in!” Leo, the Colonel’s chief mechanic, spat out, barging into the flight deck management office unannounced. For the past 24 hours, several capsuleers whom had followed the memoirs of Colonel Roc Wieler had been offering up prizes for his Advent Celebration, much to his surprise.

The Colonel had been sitting at his desk, his glasses off, his hands wiping away tears from his face. There was a datapad in his trembling hands.

“You want my boot up your ass, Leo? Knock before you come here!” Roc snapped harshly. Leo understood, and backed out of the office. He had seen nothing.

The Colonel was flustered. He hadn’t expected any to answer his call, let alone this abundantly. Now his dilemma was what prizing to choose and give away for the remaining days? But even moreso, that is not what had moved him to tears.

He had received a very moving communique, one which bespoke of what Christmas truly was all about:

Roc Wieler,

I would like to donate to you my friendship. I have been following you for a fair amount of time in the media, and have come to admire and envy you for all that you do. As of late, my Corp is in shambles, and I have been considering various paths for my future, my wallet is a bit tight and I’m trying to make money, or I would contract you items. In the future I pledge to repay you for all the inspiration you’ve given me. Awhile back I was an advent day winner in which I won a signed autograph of you, and although I VERY much wish to have it, if it has not been shipped off, I wish to offer it to another worthy deserving capsuleer. If all I get is a conversation from you sometime I will be content, and if not I understand. I’ve lost so many ships, so much isk, that game items have become relativly un-important as I generally sit in station doing corp duties and such, helping friends. Do what you think is right, if the autographed pic has not been sent I wish to donate it
back, and regardless of it has or not, I wish to give you another pilot, to add to what you say is a short list of trustworthy friends. How a leader so great has so few friends I do not know; I’m sure you have a great number of pilots you can rely on though.

The Colonel just knew in his heart that he had found Holiday Spirit. It was unexplainable, but profoundly true. A single pilot, having not to give, gives up the very thing that matters most, his genuine appreciation, and the very gift he had won. And it wasn’t like it was a fantastic gift! It was an autograph of all things!

Yes, that pilot got through to Roc Wieler that day, and it was going to be a very Merry Christmas for all!

ADVENT DAY 21

PRIZE: ???

TASK: Today’s task is to simply spread Christmas cheer. You decide how, but post about it below, or by emailing me at adventcelebration@gmail.com.

I will announce today’s winner at 10 PM EST.

Congratulations to Swearte Widfarend, whom has won the following:

  • 100 million ISK
  • 1 Stabber cruiser
  • 20,000 rounds Republic Fleet ammo of your choice