They say the eyes are the window to the soul…
They say the eyes are the window to the soul…
Some players like to collect things, particularly when those things are items which represent something they are passionate about. When it comes to EVE, the playerbase gobbles up official merchandise from CCP whenever it can. Many corporations, alliances, and coalitions have also made buttons, armbands, patches, coins, medals, pens, mousepads, mugs, and all manner of other kind of promotional materials for their members. Then there are the individual players who frequently make their talents available to create fabulous artwork, videos, logos, tshirts, posters, paintings, sketches, and more by request.
Welp. Here I am, tentatively throwing my hat into that ring.
On February 29, 2016, CCP discontinued the EVElopedia. Unfortunately for some players, the wiki contained the only record of their adventures in New Eden.
The following article was originally authored by Carl Marsalis. I am republishing the content with his permission so that these character histories are not lost.
Louis deGaulle was born on Gallente Prime in the Gallente Federation, the empire of the free, where you have freedom of religion, freedom of speech…and freedom to starve. At a young age he was abandoned by his mother on the dark streets in the shadow of the stratoscrapers that define the Gallente cities. Like many other disregarded citizens he survived alone on the refuse of those more fortunate until he was arrested and enrolled in a Youth Reclamation Program. When he was tested in the camp school his analytical skills were noticed and eventually he was enrolled in the Federation Navy. There he became a capsuleer and ventured out into the universe. In gratitude to the Federation Navy for the change in his miserable life he assumed the surname deGuerre, meaning war in the now archaic language of the original founders of the Gallente Federation.
Using the skills he acquired in his studies he hacked into the Federal Administration’s DNA records trying to find out if he had any family. He discovered that his mother and father were long dead due to substance abuse, but that two other children matching his DNA pattern had once been arrested as well. His brother and sister had been sired by other men than his dead father. After their release from custody their DNA matches never appeared again. This meant that they were either dead or living in another empire. He continued to search for them with little success, as all he had were two police ID photos of angrily scowling youths and their names, Hanako Nakamura and Batukhan Kiyat.
Reschard V was once a fertile world, lush with life, a green jewel nestled away in low-security Placid. Millions of people called it their home. They had built a successful agrarian society they were proud of, and had lived peacefully for generations without the need of any military.
Ten years ago today, all of that changed. Everyone in Placid—and beyond—remembers where they were when everything that Reschard V was, was taken from us in a brutal and unforgivable terrorist attack that too few survived.
Everyone remembers where they were just days later when the Sisters of EVE convoy, bringing much-needed relief supplies and rescue equipment, was set upon by pirates and ultimately destroyed just within reach of its goal, adding thousands of more deaths to a toll that was already so difficult to comprehend. We remember how we thought that something like this could never happen to us, to Placid, to Reschard.
Today, the fields of wheat that once stretched like gold to the horizon are gone. There are no rows of corn reaching to the sky. Only the wind carries echoes of laughter of children who once played games of hide-and-seek among the crops, echoes of laughter of the hard-working men and women—entire generations of families who sought only to live their lives in peace. Today, Reschard V is a barren wasteland, a graveyard silently guarding the dead.
The tragic events of February 9, YC108 still have an impact on many people today. No one can ever fully appreciate the struggle the survivors endured during the seven months they spent trapped on the surface before being rescued. Some of them suffer post-traumatic stress disorder and many are unable, even today, to put their experience into words. We recognize and celebrate their courage, their determination, their perseverance.
On this day of remembrance, let us rededicate ourselves to the ideals of peace and justice, and let us look to the future with hearts full of hope. Let February 9, YC108 be a day that we wish never to know again.
Though the victims may be reborn someday, we are nevertheless diminished by their absence. Please join me in observing a moment of silence at 0900 today in their honor.
This article was originally posted on October 12, 2014. I recently submitted it for consideration to the WarDec Project being undertaken by members of the EVE community. Today, Crossing Zebras published Lore Wars, which posits some very interesting ideas about how the war dec mechanic could be changed, partially inspired by my post below. Go read it! Well worth the time. Thanks to Jason Quixos for the shout out! ♥
Another war rages on against the Intaki Prosperity Initiative.
And by “rages on”, what I actually mean is, “ILF got some in-game notifications about it but we’re ignoring them and going about our usual business”. Public-Enemy dec’d IPI for the second time in as many months just so they could shoot the customs offices ILF owned in the Placid hisec island. Power to them I guess, if hisec structure grinding floats their boat. If they (or their client, if there is one) wanted the offices that badly they could have just offered to buy them from us to save time and ammo. We weren’t making any ISK off them anyway. :p I shrug and hope they enjoyed shooting them.
I recognize that wars (“lol griefer” or otherwise) are part of PVP in EVE. I chose to give my time to this universe where people can destroy my stuff, even in hisec, whenever they feel like it. IPI by design is smack in the middle of one of the hottest PVP areas of Gallente space simply because of Intaki. That’s just how it is, and it isn’t going to change. After all, we wouldn’t be the Intaki Prosperity Initiative if we moved somewhere else. Everyone will always know where to find us. We will always be a target of one kind or another because of where we live and who we are.
Will we ever be an “elite” PVP alliance? Thousands of kills in a month? Wicked ISK efficiency? Probably not. Sure, I want to be a capable PVP pilot (yes, I know that means I actually have to undock!) and have people in my alliance who are capable at it too. I want my guys to have good fights and enjoy combat. But IPI being able to unzip some crazy PVP e-peen? That’s not why I play EVE.
Stuff™ is afoot for the Front!
Since November I have been thinking about making some (more) changes in the Intaki Liberation Front. Although I am the kind of person who enjoys being in a comfortable place where the status quo is stable and any curves have plateaued, leaving me to be free to spend my energy on other things, for ILF I think we are not quite there yet. There’s room for more improvement, even if it might be time-consuming and challenging. So for my corp (and alliance), it’s time to shake things up a little. Or a lot. (At least for us.)
“Overall, I think you’ll approve of the results!”
Leisel Anteida tapped on her datapad, then turned it toward Sakaane with a smile as she sat down on the edge of one of the chairs opposite the Suresha’s desk.
Sakaane leaned back and tried to give the datapad a serious look, but out of the corner of her eye she could see Leisel’s knee bouncing. The speed of the bouncing increased the longer the silence stretched. “How are you settling in?”
“Oh! Good. Great actually! Coming to lowsec wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be.” Leisel smiled shyly but her eyes glittered from behind wispy bangs. “The girls back in Amygnon are still sending me messages weekly though, asking if I’ve been shot up by Serpentis yet, can you believe that?”
Recently I did a bunch of hauling for ILF and for myself, mostly to consolidate assets and get organized. This took me to various locations across New Eden, including a few systems deep into Domain where I’ve never been before.
Although the backdrop of space changed color the farther I travelled, all I really got to see were gates, jump tunnels, warp tunnels, the bright glowy butt end of my ship, and little triangle/house/turtle icons zipping past. There were a few interesting moments but for the most part these were uneventful journeys. Sure I could have hired someone to fetch all those cargo loads for me but having not been in game much recently due to offline stuff, I had a need to do it all myself, to feel useful.
Every so often a celestial beacon would show up on the Overview. Since it was unlikely I’d be coming this way again, I right-clicked and chose Show Info, the idea being to read a little about the landmark or whatever it happened to be as I was traversing the system.
Instead, Show Info was kind enough to tell me what a beacon is. Great. Thanks.
So on I went, system after system, with quite honestly very little to do or look at.
That got me thinking.
It’s been a busy few months for me. At the end of March I sold my home, then moved in temporarily with my folks. Living at home again at 34 years old has been honestly not bad but it has put a serious crimp in my usual gaming schedule on top of having to work a load of overtime.
Now the possession date of my new home has arrived, which has brought a slew of new chaos and things to do with it, the least of which is arranging to move yet again. It’ll be good to be in my own place once more!
Despite all these real life shenanigans, not everything has been quiet on the EVE front.
Disclaimer: This post has nothing to do with Goonswarm!
One hallmark of a good corp or alliance is that the group is busy. Potential recruits and existing members tend to place a lot of importance on not being bored, on having ops to join in on, and on being able to have fun. They tend to want to know there are goals to work toward and plans for the future. This is all perfectly reasonable and I know I’m responsible for making sure ILF and IPI live up to this expectation.
As with recruitment, I believe each member of my group should be willing to share the responsibility for scheduling ops and coming up with ideas for activities that everyone can partake in. Many hands make for light work.
Timothy and Sakaane meet for the first time and a bizarre Mexican standoff ensues. "Cuddles!" "Hugs!" https://t.co/ESIN2TJfyB