Last Blog Banter we talked about heroes in EVE Online. The followup to that topic has been provided by Wilhelm aka The Ancient Gaming Noob:
“Write about somebody who is “space famous” and why you hate/admire them, somebody who isn’t space famous but you think should be or will be, or discuss space fame in general, what it means, and how people end up so famous.”
I’d like to add another take on the subject, is there a cost of being famous in EVE and if so, is it worth the price?
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Today’s topic comes Diaries of a Space Noob blog and other sources:
Do classic heroes exist in EVE? Is such heroism even possible in EVE? How would you go about being one without opening yourself wide open to scams? Is the nature of the game so dark that heroes can’t exist? How do you deal with that irony? What effect does this have on us and the psyche of new players coming in from other MMOs? Is it something special that we don’t have classic heroes, or should we? Are our non-classic heroes more genuine?
Heroes, I scoffed at the word in my thoughts.
Welcome to the twenty-sixth installment of the EVE Blog Banter, the monthly EVE Online blogging extravaganza created by CrazyKinux. The EVE Blog Banter involves an enthusiastic group of gaming bloggers, a common topic within the realm of EVE Online, and a week or so to post articles pertaining to the said topic. The resulting articles can either be short or quite extensive, either funny or dead serious, but are always a great fun to read! Any questions about the EVE Blog Banter should be directed to firstname.lastname@example.org. Check for other EVE Blog Banter articles at the bottom of this post!
This month’s topic was proposed by @KatiaSae of the much praised “To Boldly Go” blog. Katia asks: “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. As an astrophotographer, I’ve found it in the stars and planets of New Eden. Where have you found it? Perhaps you’ve found beauty in the ships we fly? Maybe it’s the sight of profits being added to your bottom line? Or maybe it’s the pilot portraits you see in the comm channels? Where ever you’ve found it, write about it and post an image.” Don’t be afraid go beyond the simple visual aspects of EVE as well. Is the EVE Community in itself a thing of beauty? What makes EVE the game, the world, the Community, so appealing to you?
It is said “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” To me, that’s just a piss poor rationalization to explain away some neurotic fool’s outlook towards our bleak universe. No offense.
An elderly couple holding hands as they walk along the promenade without a care in the world; a group of friends sharing conversation and drinks over dinner; a local star slowly crawling over the horizon of a planet with your ship aligned to enjoy this unique sunrise; glorious and mysterious nebulae, twisting and folding in and out on themselves, casting light and colour across the blackness of space; the sleek lines of a Firetail; the satisfaction of conquering a sweet piece of ass; the list could go on ad nauseum, but what’s the point?
It’s all bunk; a naive and idealistic point of view. It reveals immaturity, a lack of understanding of what truly drives our societies forward. Governments are reactive, never proactive. Things start to go wrong, a blind eye is cast until it reaches a boiling point where it can no longer be ignored; then, and only then, is swift and decisive action taken, and often the act of rebalancing swings things too far in the opposite direction until it all starts to go wrong again and the cycle is repeated ad infinitum.
I took another sip from my scotch and scowled. This universe doesn’t cater to the weak.
The elderly couple? So caught up in their ignorant bliss, they failed to see the young gangbanger marking them, following them until that moment when he could earn some reputation for himself amongst his peers by looting the couple. If they put up a struggle, they would die. Not much beauty in death.
The group of friends? They were so self-absorbed in their own fun that they didn’t realize just how loud and obnoxious they were, deterring from those around them at the restaurant also trying to find a moment of “beauty”. This universe is about taking for yourself and screwing those around you.
That pilot enjoying the sunrise over a planet? That moment of distraction, that single breath enjoyed at the awesomeness of the event was enough to sign his death warrant as an Interceptor locked on and snared the unsuspecting ship with a web. To the pirate captain, that was beauty. Another ransom; another kill.
The Republic Fleet Firetail was one of the most beautiful ships the Minmatar could boast, and yet for all its appearances, it lacked substance and punch. Few pilots flew them anymore since Concord changed their specifications. It didn’t surprise me really; governments swinging the pendulum of balance once again and ruining what was good in the name of making things better. The poor Firetail had become like so many other things of “beauty”; shallow, sexy appearance with no heart, no soul.
And women … it used to be that scoring a nice, young hottie was enough to give a man a sense of accomplishment, but wake up once with your id and bank account information gone, and you realize you were a foolish old man that got played.
I felt the scotch on my lips. I could smell its sweet aroma wafting into my nostrils as I finish drinking, the ice cubes clinking together as I set the glass down on the bar.
There is no beauty in this universe, only moments of ignorance.
I paid my bill with money I borrowed from a corp mate, hoping the Republic Security Service had succeeded in tracking down the bitch that stole from me.
I walked over to the rowdy group of twenty somethings and told them to shut the hell up, to think of someone other than themselves for once. It’ was a damned public restaurant. If they wanted to carry on like imbeciles, at least do it in private where nobody had to suffer through their blatant stupidity.
I glanced out the space side viewport and saw in the distance the telltale signs of ship battle; it would be the last sunrise that pilot every enjoyed.
I turned away from the viewport and forced myself to stop listening to the news on the vidscreen; the Republic still apologizing for the riot that resulted in several Starkmanir religious leaders being killed. Now Shakor had personally promised his full attention to the situation. Translation? Things would get worse than need be for the opposing point of view. There would never be any balance.
I sighed deeply as I left the restaurant and walked along the promenade in the direction of the elderly couple. They were so completely lost in each other’s company that they didn’t even realize they had turned down a dark and deserted alley way. The young hooligan was new; he had already pulled out his blade. He was too anxious, too green.
I turned down the alley after them, realizing the only beauty I could think of at that moment was my boot lodged up this punk kid’s ass. The thought caused me to grin like an idiot as I felt the adrenaline start to surge.
The couple was in shock, filled with terror, the man having been knocked to the ground, the woman crouched by his side, holding him. They both stared directly at me. The young thug turned to see what they were looking at, and seeing me, nearly dropped his knife.
His expression changed to open mouthed fear, and I smiled as I watched the front of his pants darken with his own urine.
Maybe there was beauty in this universe after all.
- CrazyKinux’s Musing: Beyond nebulas and shiny ships
- Freedom: the beauty in EvE » A Mule In EvE
- Achernar: The bike and the barbecue
- where the frack is my ship?: Blog Banter 26: Love at first sight
- BlogBanter 26: EVE … beautiful … « One capsuleer against all
- Blog Banter 26 « Mad Haberdashers
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- Blog Banter 26: The Beauty of Eve « A Scientist’s Life in Eve
- Freebooted: BB26: The Beauty Between the Lines
- Eve Opportunist: EBB #26 : Beauty is destruction.
- Blog banter #26: EVE shines, and not just visually « Diary of a Pod Pilot
- Learning to Fly – Spinning ships since 2003
- BB26: Beauty, in certain conditions | A Missioneer in Eve
- Dying in Lowsec (One Hauler at a time)
- EVE Blog Banter #26 – Beauty « Evehermit’s Blog
Welcome to the twenty-fourth installment of the EVE Blog Banter, the monthly EVE Online blogging extravaganza created by CrazyKinux. The EVE Blog Banter involves an enthusiastic group of gaming bloggers, a common topic within the realm of EVE Online, and a week or so to post articles pertaining to the said topic. The resulting articles can either be short or quite extensive, either funny or dead serious, but are always a great fun to read! Any questions about the EVE Blog Banter should be directed to email@example.com. Check for other EVE Blog Banter articles at the bottom of this post!
This month’s Banter topic comes to us from the ever helpful Eelis Kiy, capsuleer behind the “Where the frack is my ship” blog. She asks: How does your real life personality compare to who you are as a character in EVE? Does a good leader of people in the real world make a good leader of pilots in game? Or vice-versa? Do your real-life skills help you with the roles you fulfill in your corporation or alliance? Or do you behave completely differently? Does the anonymity of the Internet allow you to thrive on the tears of others in New Eden whilst you work as a good Samaritan away from your keyboard? Or are you as mean outside of your pod as you are inside it? Have experiences in EVE Online affected your behavior, skills or attitudes outside of the game?
Where is the line between what is real and what is not? It is clearly marked, a concise beacon that once stepped across is known? Or is it shades of grey, a thick fog, each one of us able to penetrate to different depths before becoming hopelessly lost within?
Who am I?
I am a man, nothing more, nothing less. I anger. I lash out. I am passionate, and loving. I fantasize. I keep myself grounded. I fight. I smile. I cry. I bleed. I make wise choices. I make mistakes.
Are there things I wish I could’ve done differently? Are there things I exaggerate to accentuate a point? Is it all fabrication and story telling, or is there some grain of truth to it all?
Does it matter?
Is it even possible to differentiate between our real selves and the fantasy? Some postulate that the whole is three parts: how we see ourselves, how we envision others seeing us, and how they really do see us.
If that is true, then what is fantasy and what is real becomes even more indiscernible. Real spills over into fantasy spills over into real. It is inevitable.
Do the actions of the now me create the me five years from now? Was the me five years ago much different? Is it the company I keep? What makes me real to begin with? What makes me fantasy? Am I a real fantasy?
I am Roc. Roc am I.
With the recent completion of the 3rd installment of the Hulkageddon last month, @CyberinEVE, author of Hands Off, My Loots!, asks: “Griefing is a very big part of EVE. Ninja Salvaging, Suicide Ganking, Trolling, and Scamming are all a very large part of the game. What do you think about all these things? You can talk about one, or all…but just let us know your overall opinion on Griefing, and any recommendations you may have to change it if you think it’s needed.”
Immortals. Respected, revered gods of infinite space. Masters of destiny, commanders of ships that are beyond comprehension to mere man. Shapers of the universe, that is how we like to see ourselves.
Closer to the truth is that we are privileged and spoiled children, rich kids who balk when every little thing doesn’t goes our way. Yes, that titan class ship cost several billion isk – that same isk that could’ve sustained an entire region’s civilization for at least a decade; too bad for you, pilot.
But I was griefed, Roc; that’s not fair! Who said anything about life having to be fair? Get over it.
Most capsuleers don’t fly solo; they prefer the safety that comes from hunting in packs. Why target something that could actually fight back when you can just blob things? Prey on the weak, the defenseless, that should be the slogan of the pod pilot.
It isn’t as if you aren’t given recourse. You can have your revenge, without CONCORD interference, for up to thirty days after the incident. I know, space is big, and it’s nearly impossible to find a single ship in its vastness.
You could also put a bounty on another pilot; make it high enough and someone might actually hunt them down for you and serve up that revenge cold, just the way papa likes it.
It’s a harsh universe out there. Man up.
As a player, my view is opposite that of my character. I prefer the Jay and Silent Bob approach. The anonymity of the internet does nothing but enable poor behaviour when it comes to video games. I’ve been taunted by 10 year olds on XBox Live, as they squat on my corpse in Halo 3, reminding me how badly I suck. I’ve been ganked in EVE by multiple wing fleets, as they squat on my corpse, reminding me how badly I suck… wait, well, you get the idea.
Regardless of real age, many players abuse anonymity, resorting to being spoiled children who will never know consequence. Flawed mechanics? Maybe.
But man, there are times when I want to just reach through the screen to one of those grinning asshats on the other side that derives some sense of real life toughness and accomplishment from a victory in a video game and punch them in the face … hard.
It sounds silly on their end when you think about it; real self worth through virtual means. Get a life.
It sounds silly on my end when you think about it; letting a game get me so angry that I wish physical violence upon a human being I’ve never even met. Get a life.
Man, I’m on a good ramble now. What the hell is my point here?
I think ultimately I’m trying to say that a game is just a game; it’s meant to entertain. If you don’t like the particular game you’re playing, for ANY reason:
- poor support
- flimsy development
- lack of interesting things to do
- unusable stability on MAC
- etc, etc
Then you need to remember that ultimately it is just a game. You can put it down and walk away. You can go for a leisurely stroll or run, maybe even a bike ride; feel some real life sunshine on your face, maybe a breeze through your hair.
Never lose perspective on why we play games in the first place.
Welcome to the eighteenth installment of the EVE Blog Banter, the monthly EVE Online blogging extravaganza created by none other than me, CrazyKinux. The EVE Blog Banter involves an enthusiastic group of gaming bloggers, a common topic within the realm of EVE Online, and a week to post articles pertaining to the said topic. The resulting articles can either be short or quite extensive, either funny or dead serious, but are always a great fun to read! Any questions about the EVE Blog Banter should be directed to firstname.lastname@example.org. Check out other EVE Blog Banter articles at the bottom of this post!
On May 6th 2010, EVE Online celebrated its 7th Anniversary. Quite a milestone in MMO history, especially considering that it is one of the few virtual worlds out there to see its population continually grow year after year. For some of you who’ve been here since the very beginning, EVE has evolved quite a lot since its creation. With the expansion rolling out roughly twice a year, New Eden gets renewed and improved regularly. But, how about you the player? How has you gaming style evolved through the years or months since you’ve started playing? Have you always been a carebear, or roleplayer? Have you only focused on PvP or have you given other aspects of the game a chance – say manufacturing. Let’s hear your story!
Once, I was a slave; a slave who carved his path to freedom.
Once, I was a mortal man; transformed into an immortal god.
Once, I was a war hero; now I am … something new.
There are many schools of thought on the progression of life. Some believe it to be a straight and linear line; we start at point A and end at B. It has all been pre-ordained.
Others believe that every choice we make creates a new reality; that life is an ever changing universe of decisions we make. To extend that line of thought, every decision we don’t make could theoretically create a new reality where we did make that choice. Imagine how many infinite universes there must be for every decision we never made, and ever decision that may have existed from those unmade decisions… tenth dimension.
I subscribe to a more fatalistic approach to life. Life is a river, constantly flowing and ebbing. I can’t control the river; I can merely adjust my position within it at times. There are moments when the river rages onwards around me, dragging me under, leaving me gasping for breath. There are more moments when I can slow my forward momentum downstream, allowing me the illusion of control, even providing the opportunity for me to look around and enjoy the view.
But like water, life is in constant motion; nothing ever remains the same.
I’ve dabbled in the market, tried fulltime employment with the Republic Security Services. I’ve ransomed capsuleers for profit, killed Amarr in a bloody war for my people’s freedom. I’ve run a POS. I’ve been a director in a corporation. I’ve been a rock star, and a writer. I’ve trained in the ancient martial arts of my ancestors. I’ve recovered relics from a time long forgotten.
I’ve seen many things in my lifetimes, but know my combined experience is but a speck of sand on a beach in the grand scheme of things. There is still so very much for me to do.
In my mind’s eye, I see a waterfall ahead of me. I can hear the growing rumble of its precipice, but I cannot see over the edge. I breathe in the freshness of the air deeply, exhilarated.
No matter what life brings me next, I’ll be ready for it.
- CrazyKinux’s Musing: The Heroes with a Thousand Faces
- StarFleet Comms: Life. Evolved.
- A Carebear’s Journeu: This Carebear Thinks He Is Developing Teeth
- The Elitist: Our ventures in EVE
- A Mule in EVE: From a guppy predator
- Travels of the Ronin: Evolution and Adaptation
- The Ralpha Dogs: The Past Through Tomorrow
- Where the frack is my ship: A journey, not a destination
- I am Keith Neilson: 7 Year Itch?
- Inner Sanctum of the Ninveah: Evolution Me
- EVE Opportunist: A long history of a short time
- Roc’s Ramblings: Things Change
- Guns Ablaze: Onwards and Upwards
- EVE On Real Life: Haven’t you grown up yet?
- More as they get published…