Buzzing around i arrived at what seemed to be some form of meeting outside the station, i questioned the locals as to why we are all just sat looking at each other and doing nothing. The answer seemed really simple "we are looking cool and testing tanks". Wow i was one of the cool, them with their massive Navy Ships, me with my impailor. But i was with them, which made me rock hard!
While being super cool i thought i would run through my mails, some are interesting from folks who seem to like my idea, some are not so nice from people who wish to do horrible things to my head and bottom! I did get a very nice mail from a character called Gabrielle Desoleil who really seemed to believe in what i was doing with this little blog and day to day existence in eve, i sent a nice thank you and asked once i had settled down that we could chat. Agreement was returned, i may have a love interest already!
I sat in rens talking in local to a few people when i had an invite pop up, some young scally wag who wanted to clean out his hangars and donate the pieces he didn't want to me... cool free stuff! I then promptly headed to the station at planet 8 docked, then noticed he was at moon 8.... doh. Headed over, and was passed this almighty pile of treasure!
This is the stockpile of wealth i now own! Rens is definately turning out to be the in place! I stacked my new stuff into a nice clean hangar and then moved outside again to pose with the big boys; at this point i had a little flash back to my childhood when i use to kick a football outside the local shops with some big 17 yr olds. This is where i am in eve now, i am the kid who wants to be picked first for football, not the kid whos left last everytime. Me and my impailor were screaming "pick me". While pondering my real life flash back something struck me about the game.... it was the overview.
I could see a amarr shuttle, with the pilots name as amarr shuttle..... its empty and Free!! Woohoo, no more cool posing for me i was on a mission to claim the beauty as my own. I quickly ejected from the wings that had got me through the hell of Rancer (so many bad people there) and sped my pod for the new wings.... success i had claimed a most beautiful prize!
She is a beauty! and also a quandary, i had now a new ship, but at the same time had through aside my old trusted wings. I decided to dock my new vessel and reclaim the hovering piece of my life from outside, upon docking i notice i now have an IP fleet! I am powerful fear me!
Local is flashing, i switch windows and spot some fellow trying to sell me isk. A lot of abuse then seems to be thrown as this individual with a most confusing name IPY1QA. Most of the abuse seems to focus on him being a farmer... a most unreasonable tyraid towards who is a critical provider of the worlds diets and in essence a saviour for many a hungry stomach. I made a note of this experience and decided i would become involved in such farming activities and would instead take the GM option when it comes along.
Blinky Blinky - someone had sent me a gift. I am sitting as a reasonably wealthy man at the moment 17m in the bank and some free treasure too! But this gift was massive..... 50m ISK! Holy wow, i was surely now on the way to the rich list and to become one of the uber, if i wanted to or not i was on the climb.
I sat and viewed my wallet wondering why someone would deem me worthy of such a large gift, when it dawned on me the reason i stated this experiment, to see if i could survive on the gifts from others, when after 2 days i was as rich as most people in eve hope to achieve. I decided i needed to use my new found wealth to help someone, and that someone was the poor fellow in Rens local begging for a Osprey vessel, he had drawn my attention earlier but i had to nip out to the little pilots room and when i had returned i was focused on pestering some DJ Starfury person in the Eve Radio channels.
I chatted with my little caldari friend about why he needed a new vessel and if he had checked the market locally (i had already done this pricing said vessel i was to buy him). He seemed shocked about the idea of a market and instantly responded saying he had forgot to O.o (i was now sure this guy needed help). While i was typing that i would buy him his vessel as a gift....he logged off!
On the single moment when i was purchasing his prized vessel, he decides to log off and go play halo 3 or something, (eastenders was just starting on BBC1 so maybe an avid viewer). I have made a note of the pilots name and will come accross him again i am sure.... until that time i will use the ISK i have been given to help some other lonely travellers like myself. All of which i am doing because other people have helped me. Or as someone in Rens local put it:
"all this hippy shit will spread thru eve"
I doubt it speaking to one obviously angry and frustrated man, who seemed to think the market was going to "bitchslap" me. and that "people play eve to collect into groups, where they can be dicks to subgroups" a very interesting theory, and after questioning him on his mental welfare i wanted to debate further, but he couldnt get past the fact i was asking him questions. After he threw a few more insults my way i decided this was not going to be the intellectual debate i was fishing for. He did though offer me a prize sum of 5M ISK if i could reach 0.0 space soon, i promised him some screenshots and that i would return from my prize, at which point i wished my young asbo pending pilot a good evening and left him.
Instant Pain > ron why do you beleve there is no trust in eve anymore?
Ron Hauller > because the game is designed specifically to reward lying stealing cheating murder and generally being a dick
Ron Hauller > thats the point of the game
Instant Pain > the point of eve is to be a dick? I have met many people that prove that theory wrong
Ron Hauller > the point of eve is to gather a group of like minded people and be a dick to some other subgroup of people
Ron Hauller > name one part of eve that doesn't fit that
Instant Pain > have you got some deep routed psychological issues? surely people dont play eve just to be dicks to each other?
Ron Hauller > the game is designed to allow this, large numbers play it specifically to grief people
Ron Hauller > so yea
Auroleus > it's called teenage angst
Strange fellow but obviously happy doing things his way! Its then time to dock up and wonder what tomorrow brings, i am very early in the life of EVE and my journeys, i am looking for paths to take, as the decisions are made on the blog and my interactions with people flurrish i am sure i will see much more of EVE and its people, as apposed to just the weird people of Rens.
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Told you my cheque was in the mail.
-Sixtina KL
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