Your Bio is depressing Yosagi

So it was said during an alliance chat that I was participating in.  For some reason my bio was checked out and judged to be depressing.

Here it is for your viewing pleasure:


You are not special.
Odds are you will never achieve anything remarkable.
Your existance has been forgotten by most that have met you.
The Universe does not care if you live or die, pass or fail, win or lose.
When heat death is final and nothing remains in the entire Universe, not even a mote or a single atom, humanity will be a forgotten blip towards the fuzzy beginning of it all.


Then whatever is left can ask itself, "How the HELL can a ship collide with a lighthouse?!?"


The intention was to build towards the punchline, of sorts, at the end about the irony of a ship hitting the very thing that is trying to help it.

I have a theory that the depression builds while reading it, people don't get to the end and then comment to me in alliance chat or go watch Donni Darko (as disclosure I quite like that movie).

/me shrugs

Fail FC's and you.

Be aware of who the good Fleet Controllers are, the bad and the ones that just seem to have some sort of tendency to get you killed.

As an example, I'm sitting in a system with half a dozen other alliance members, the call goes out that we have a Domi on gate and under attack, I type in chat that I'm on my way and hit warp.

Arrive at the gate to find both the hunter and the hunted have jumped through into the next system, after a moment or two hesitation I also jump through.

To find a system with a metric fuck ton of reds and nuets, not on the gate thankfully. The two blue guys are still trying to take this Domi down when a trickle of nuets start arriving at the gate, ejecting drones and joining the action.

At this stage I'm still sitting cloaked up after jumping in and sizing up the situation, which looked extra ordinarily bad!

So the only option is to abandon the potential fight and move towards the gate at high speed, no worries on that score and I leave the impending turkey shoot and re-enter my "home" system.

Now the FC enters the picture trying to organise the rather uninterested alliance members to form up, though not forming an actual fleet, enter the system with the previously mentioned "metric fuck ton" of bad guys and somehow attack them, and win.

Now I don't know what is going on in the FC's mind but at a guess I'd say it's about control and glory.  Control over the people in his fleet, though a fleet was not made, and the glory, however slim of winning this fight and others in the future.  In the abstract I realise the new FC has to learn the trade but not with an obviously (well to me anyway) unwinnable fight and not with my ship aka time.

Zero Sec

I have just realised that I am living in zero sec.  Well...mostly as I rarely go back to high sec, certainly not to run missions but to pickup gear and ships for transport down to the zero sec zone.
It's funny how when a realisation hits you, and then the double realisation of the realisation....ahh this could go on for a while.

Suffice to say the game is changing for me once again.

The expansion is a month away, some details were released today about planetary mining.  If any of you still remember the old game M.U.L.E. I can see myself becoming happily lost in the market, planetary manufacturing and the details this could all bring.

I'm looking forward to seeing how well it is implemented.

Losing situational awareness.

In this blog post "Zero Sec Happened" I describe what happened in game while I was trying to escape zero sec in a Battleship.  However outside the game something else was happening, my world contracted for a short while in a dramatic way.

When I was set upon by the dastardly Frigates and others my concentration bubble was only me and the computer screen, I lost all awareness of the people around me, the sounds, the smells.  I remember nothing except the battle.

Later that evening I subsequently received some grief from the GF as I had apparently totally ignored her goodbye as she left for work while I was zoned into the game and zoned out of everything else.

When the battle was over I imagine it was like emerging from the ocean depths to sit on the stern of the dive boat and once again experience the world, from horizon to horizon.

Every once in a while I'm reminded the Internet can really be another genuine world, albeit optional.

Thousand Yard Stare

Look into my eyes.

The world is burning.

RUN.

Goonies!

So during my break (Ha!) I was thinking about the recent dismemberment of Goonswarm by the head honcho, I tried to find a link but cba'd spending much time on it.  So here is the TL:DR version:  Head guy realised leadership was becoming too much like work, came back from honeymoon after giving it to the new missus to find a financial crisis linked to the new sov system and not enough head people with their hands on the cash.  So he goes "Fuck This!!!", takes the cash, ships, assets etc and boots nearly all of the corps from the Goonswarm alliance and views the chaos from atop his mountain of ISK.  I don't know what the final total will be, hundreds of billions maybe trillions, /me shrugs.

The point I was trying to make before my attempt at being flippant was this, Goonies came into the game to "Stick it to the man", but then they became "The Man", now they may/should go back to being the rabble rousers we know and love/loath.

Having a clear enemy is good for the soul.

Annoyed

So pissed off with Eve at the moment.  I was riding the crest of the pvp wave for a while but now it has left me behind.  Stuck in skill training and missioning hell, endlessly grinding rep for R&D agents for a game I'm not sure I care about any more.

External factors may also be causing this malaise.

Time for a break.