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.Read more...
In her youth, Sakaane aspired to be a singer and performer. Her primary and secondary education centered around musical studies and developing her talents both as a vocalist and with various instruments. In addition to songwriting, she specialized in violin and guitar with secondary focus on piano and oboe. In her late teens and early twenties her career looked promising; she developed a respectable following in the independent music scene on the Intaki homeworld.
When the Serpentis killed most of her immediate family, Sakaane gave up on music and became a capsuleer. For many years she was unable to tap into her talent, but events in YC114 contributed greatly to healing the spiritual wounds she’d suffered. She has since begun exploring her music again.
Years ago I played flute, oboe, and piano. Violin and guitar are instruments I always wanted to learn. But unlike other very talented EVE players such as Sindel Pellion (and despite the fact I do enjoy crooning to my steering wheel), actually trying to sing as Sakaane would require reliance on something like Auto-Tune and even then there would be risk of the software running away to hide, wimpering, in a dark corner of my computer where I’d never find it. (Maybe one day I’ll try it. Maybe. Don’t hold your breath!)
In any case, in lieu of any talent of my own, I’ve developed a playlist which contains music representing the kind of sounds, styles, lyrics, and genres Sakaane would be known for in and around Intaki over time. A selection of songs from this playlist are below.Read more...
I recently came across a blog post titled “Be the Hero; Not the Villain” by Mabrick. Before reading further, go read his article first.
Here’s a quote:
...people who just want to have fun, not at someone else’s expense, are leaving the ship like rats.
I want to have fun in EVE Online. I do want to be some flavor of hero in New Eden. I want my corporation and my alliance to be something that allows other people to have fun, too. But my definition of fun is not “being a pirate”. It’s definitely not “ruining other people’s gameplay because lulz” (and let me be clear that I acknowledge players can be the villain/pirate/bad guy without also being assholes. Unfortunately, more and more the two seem to go hand-in-hand anyway).Read more...
Thanks to Bataav, Daniel Alpena, Devan Corvel, and Maruvindi for their written contributions.
The original posts are here.
Gray light seeped into clouds of mist rising off the surface of the pond. Wisps of vapor twisted and undulated in a slow, mesmerizing dance until they were lost from sight against the gradually brightening sky. The hush of night lingered, swallowing the echo of a shore bird’s call. The bird did not cry out again.
Dawn broke. The first rays of Intaki’s red sun speared the mist; morning exploded in the fog like a spray of blood and the vapors began to recede. The pond beneath the swirling veil was flat as glass and black as space.
Sakaane watched the spectacle from beneath the boughs of a tree growing at the water’s edge. She stood still, not wanting to disturb the quiet, almost cool morning. It was the height of summer in the southern Intaki hemisphere and the heavy, humid air hinted at the stifling heat that would soon come.
A low sound, not quite a slurp, caught her attention. She looked: some thirty feet away, the water rippled where a fish had risen to the surface. It had been a big one, she knew, mature enough to know to take its prey quietly and then slip away. Younger, inexperienced fish tended to get overly excited when food presented, jumping and splashing at the surface and thus making themselves easy targets.
The ripples reached the pond’s embankment, a sharp edge just inches from the toe of her shoe, and made the water lap gently against it. She looked down upon hearing the sound. The ground was covered in grass and ferns growing at the base of the tree; dew had soaked into the hem of her robes. The tree’s roots jutted out in a tangled mess below the waterline and disappeared into the pond’s dark depths.
A smile curved her lips. It was the young and inexperienced fish who, if lucky enough to survive a few close encounters, learned discipline and patience, and went on to catch bigger, better prey of its own.
The sun continued to rise and the air grew warmer. Behind her, Sakaane heard the clink of armor. Agis had been standing guard, but in his hands he held a thin box covered in black velvet rather than a rifle.
They are coming, Suresha,” he said. His voice, like the morning surrounding them, was muted.
She nodded and turned away from the pond and the sunrise. Clasping her hands in front of her, she looked to the path they had walked in the dark and awaited the arrival of the ILF pilots she had summoned: Bataav, Maruvindi, and Eric Nevera.
Eric’s eyes flickered open. The chime of an incoming message had roused him. He groaned and sat up in bed, scowling at the impatiently blinking indicator on the console of his quarters. Not a general corp notification, otherwise Aura would have suppressed it... Better be important. He dragged himself up, pulled on his discarded pants and slid down onto the sofa. He tapped the key to activate the display built into the coffee table, cursing for a moment and dialing the brightness down at his eyes’ protests.Read more...