Well, apart from a stinking hangover on Saturday morning that lasted well into the afternoon I’ve had a good weekend. I haven’t lost any ships, and my wallet is now nice and full. This is mainly thanks to the lowering of the corporation rent that I have to pay, and the fact that I paid 40 million to much last week.
I’m now able to fill three containers of alloy in about 3 hours, easy money considering. My passive tank and missile skills are fantastic and my drake is nearly fitted how I want it. Two more skills which I should be getting from empire this week, and it’s done. Resists should be around 70-80%, shield capacity of over 15k, and recharge time of 360 seconds. All adds up to one hell of a rat killer. Especially when I’ve maxed out the 60km lock range with missiles. I can sit at the edge of a belt and smack the crap out of a spawn for hours without taking armor or (more importantly) hull damage.
In my last post, I had a rant about pirates coming into our system and looking for a fight, unfortunately over the weekend I can only assume that I’ve scared them all away as not one person came into our little corner of eve that wasn’t flagged blue. Well, that’s a lie, one person came in, but they spent an hour floating round cloaked. Were not sure what he was doing, but I’m going to go ahead and assume that it wasn’t good. What makes this infraction into our territory worse is the fact that he was French……..
We may be involved in a war within the next few weeks, a real war this time, where people come looking for a mutual fight, and the looser get embarrassed on the forums, or has to hand over some cool stuff.
This is in contrast to the war we have just had with merc coalition, where they sit at gates in empire and insta' pop you the moment you jump into a system. Luckily though, they have been nerfed with the last patch so it should now be safe to go back to empire space. I may even go on a few suicide runs and see if i can get a few of them, would make for some cool kill mails....
So I’m starting this week with a healthy wallet, the intention to go back to empire and getting a jump clone, and start getting skills for tech two drones ready for the jump into PvP, which I’m really looking forward to! Bring it on baby, Eve’s about to get interesting….
"Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak; courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen." Sir Winston Churchill
Monday 30 April 2007
Thursday 26 April 2007
No place like Home
I found myself ratting last night, nothing out of the ordinary, pushing the F keys, and waiting till your cargo hold gets full of reasonably expensive things. Ring a bell?
Its exactly the same as mining, only with the added bonus that if some pirate does come into local and try to ruin your paintwork, then you have at least a chance of fighting back, due to the vast array of weapons sitting on your hull.
This however doesn’t seem to deter many people (myself and my corp. included) from running at the first sigh of an intruder in our little community. Usually running from a fight is one of the last things that I would consider doing. Especially when I’m strapped into a ship full of weapons, drones, and a passive tank that would make Kim Jong II moist.
Despite the fact that I know my weapons can deal some vicious damage, and that my shields can soak up damage that would flatten a small city I still tuck tail and run at the first sign of aggravation.
Last night, while I was sat popping rats, it dawned on me why this happens.
It’s the same reason why I continue to eat at McDonalds and KFC, even though every fibre of my slowly degenerating body knows that it bad for me, because I’ve been told for so long that I’m wrong, that I’ve started to believe others over my own sense of logic and reasoning.
Since the first day I logged onto the Eve-Online forums and started whoring them, I’ve hardly read a post that wasn’t put their by a pirate, or privateer if you prefer claiming that unless you follow their way of setting up a ship your doomed to a life floating round in a 3 Meter egg wondering where it all went wrong.
I’m going to prove this wrong, with my passive tank, heavy missiles, no scrambler and no Nos I’, going to stand up against all those pirates that have previously had free reign through our little system and say NO, we will not be moved-This is my home, YOU SHALL NOT PASS.
I’ll let you know how it goes….
Its exactly the same as mining, only with the added bonus that if some pirate does come into local and try to ruin your paintwork, then you have at least a chance of fighting back, due to the vast array of weapons sitting on your hull.
This however doesn’t seem to deter many people (myself and my corp. included) from running at the first sigh of an intruder in our little community. Usually running from a fight is one of the last things that I would consider doing. Especially when I’m strapped into a ship full of weapons, drones, and a passive tank that would make Kim Jong II moist.
Despite the fact that I know my weapons can deal some vicious damage, and that my shields can soak up damage that would flatten a small city I still tuck tail and run at the first sign of aggravation.
Last night, while I was sat popping rats, it dawned on me why this happens.
It’s the same reason why I continue to eat at McDonalds and KFC, even though every fibre of my slowly degenerating body knows that it bad for me, because I’ve been told for so long that I’m wrong, that I’ve started to believe others over my own sense of logic and reasoning.
Since the first day I logged onto the Eve-Online forums and started whoring them, I’ve hardly read a post that wasn’t put their by a pirate, or privateer if you prefer claiming that unless you follow their way of setting up a ship your doomed to a life floating round in a 3 Meter egg wondering where it all went wrong.
I’m going to prove this wrong, with my passive tank, heavy missiles, no scrambler and no Nos I’, going to stand up against all those pirates that have previously had free reign through our little system and say NO, we will not be moved-This is my home, YOU SHALL NOT PASS.
I’ll let you know how it goes….
Tuesday 24 April 2007
Howdy
Over the course of the weekend just gone, several things happened, most of which will bore you, some of which will make you blush, and some would simply get me arrested!
Above all else one will stick in my mind, it ended with a woman sat on the bus staring at me like I was about to pin her to the floor with the corpse of her dead Aunt Mildred and slap her round the face with a cold pancake (try it, it’s not as nice as your thinking). How this came to be is a long story, well not that long, since I’m at work at the moment, it needs to be kept brief……
So I’ll start at the beginning.
Most people will be aware that for the last few days the .xml file your Eve characters has been bust. Really bust, so bust that you couldn’t use it, that’s fairly bust, don’t you think?
This led be close to desperation, so close I took up drinking, yes that’s correct, I started drinking FRUIT JUICE!!! May god forgive me! I had to find a way of making sure that I remembered when skills were going to finish, so that I didn’t waste any of the extremely precious time in which to gain more SP*. This gave me several options, well two-I’ve never been that creative….
Firstly I tried just to remember when the skills were likely to finish, this could have gone better, because although I did remember that I needed to start Missile Projection to lvl 3, I was already dribbling down my chin sat in the corner of some bar by the time came around (it had been a long week at work!). When I did regain my sobriety the next day I dutifully started the skill going, and proceeded to put on my running shoes (there is a good reason for this, that I’m fairly sure should be illegal), and started to leave the house.
Since my first attempt to remember skill changes hadn’t gone too well I decided to try my second option. Grabbing the first pen I saw I scribbled the next skill that I wanted to train, and time that would be able to start it onto the back of my hand.
What seemed like hours, and several gut wrenching cramps later I found myself many miles from home, and knowing full well that I wouldn’t be able to get home under my own power by the end of the day, let alone ready for the skill finishing, I grabbed the first bus that ambled my way.
The bus was full, standing space only, but hay, that’s why we have legs, because humanity can’t manage to put enough seats on a bus. This is why I found myself standing next to a woman, who, on later reflection may have been Dean Gaffney’s older (and uglier) sister.
It was only halfway through the journey that I noticed the woman next to me (Mrs Gaffney) slowly moving away from me, it was around this point that her face took on the appearance of a bung beetles testicle.
It suddenly dawned on me that I’d worked up quite a sweat during the morning, and she didn’t look like the sort that was into the “natural” aroma of a man.
I shrugged it of faster than a midget wrestler on heat. It was only after I got my breath back, and started to slowly regain consciousness, that I put together a few things.
Firstly I had just ran for a buss, in the middle of one of the hottest days so far this year. As a result I was sweating like an oiled hippo in an orgy. It must have looked like I was nervous…
Secondly I looked like I was about to die due to the aforementioned running, I didn’t have my happy face on, I’d left that 5 miles behind me as I ran up a hill.
Thirdly I had “15:20 – Start bomb” wrote on the back of my hand, it happened to be just gone quarter past three.
If your still not sure where I’m going with this you really need to read more Jessica Fletcher. Short story is, I’m fairly sure that the woman on the bus thought I was about to set of a bomb and ruin her nice new Sunday dress (it wasn’t that nice, in fact it looked like a baby seal had exploded in her lap, I just thought the sentence sounded top notch)
Now in hindsight, I realise it was a bit dumb to abbreviate “smart bomb” to “bomb” on the back of my hand and then place a time next to it. Especially on a crowded bus…but hay, how was I supposed to know I’d run into the only woman in England that can read my illiterate scrawl - sideways, on a moving bus!
Sometimes I’m convinced god hates me. But then I’m not sure I like him either, he never buys me cake.
I know this is a very tentative link to Eve, but hay, its my Blog, so screw you!
*if you don’t know what SP’s are, then leave now and play WoW, and if you don’t know what WoW is, then keep reading-there is hope for you yet.
Above all else one will stick in my mind, it ended with a woman sat on the bus staring at me like I was about to pin her to the floor with the corpse of her dead Aunt Mildred and slap her round the face with a cold pancake (try it, it’s not as nice as your thinking). How this came to be is a long story, well not that long, since I’m at work at the moment, it needs to be kept brief……
So I’ll start at the beginning.
Most people will be aware that for the last few days the .xml file your Eve characters has been bust. Really bust, so bust that you couldn’t use it, that’s fairly bust, don’t you think?
This led be close to desperation, so close I took up drinking, yes that’s correct, I started drinking FRUIT JUICE!!! May god forgive me! I had to find a way of making sure that I remembered when skills were going to finish, so that I didn’t waste any of the extremely precious time in which to gain more SP*. This gave me several options, well two-I’ve never been that creative….
Firstly I tried just to remember when the skills were likely to finish, this could have gone better, because although I did remember that I needed to start Missile Projection to lvl 3, I was already dribbling down my chin sat in the corner of some bar by the time came around (it had been a long week at work!). When I did regain my sobriety the next day I dutifully started the skill going, and proceeded to put on my running shoes (there is a good reason for this, that I’m fairly sure should be illegal), and started to leave the house.
Since my first attempt to remember skill changes hadn’t gone too well I decided to try my second option. Grabbing the first pen I saw I scribbled the next skill that I wanted to train, and time that would be able to start it onto the back of my hand.
What seemed like hours, and several gut wrenching cramps later I found myself many miles from home, and knowing full well that I wouldn’t be able to get home under my own power by the end of the day, let alone ready for the skill finishing, I grabbed the first bus that ambled my way.
The bus was full, standing space only, but hay, that’s why we have legs, because humanity can’t manage to put enough seats on a bus. This is why I found myself standing next to a woman, who, on later reflection may have been Dean Gaffney’s older (and uglier) sister.
It was only halfway through the journey that I noticed the woman next to me (Mrs Gaffney) slowly moving away from me, it was around this point that her face took on the appearance of a bung beetles testicle.
It suddenly dawned on me that I’d worked up quite a sweat during the morning, and she didn’t look like the sort that was into the “natural” aroma of a man.
I shrugged it of faster than a midget wrestler on heat. It was only after I got my breath back, and started to slowly regain consciousness, that I put together a few things.
Firstly I had just ran for a buss, in the middle of one of the hottest days so far this year. As a result I was sweating like an oiled hippo in an orgy. It must have looked like I was nervous…
Secondly I looked like I was about to die due to the aforementioned running, I didn’t have my happy face on, I’d left that 5 miles behind me as I ran up a hill.
Thirdly I had “15:20 – Start bomb” wrote on the back of my hand, it happened to be just gone quarter past three.
If your still not sure where I’m going with this you really need to read more Jessica Fletcher. Short story is, I’m fairly sure that the woman on the bus thought I was about to set of a bomb and ruin her nice new Sunday dress (it wasn’t that nice, in fact it looked like a baby seal had exploded in her lap, I just thought the sentence sounded top notch)
Now in hindsight, I realise it was a bit dumb to abbreviate “smart bomb” to “bomb” on the back of my hand and then place a time next to it. Especially on a crowded bus…but hay, how was I supposed to know I’d run into the only woman in England that can read my illiterate scrawl - sideways, on a moving bus!
Sometimes I’m convinced god hates me. But then I’m not sure I like him either, he never buys me cake.
I know this is a very tentative link to Eve, but hay, its my Blog, so screw you!
*if you don’t know what SP’s are, then leave now and play WoW, and if you don’t know what WoW is, then keep reading-there is hope for you yet.
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