Well hi there readers.
Just stopping in to say that I'm leaving EVE. It takes such a big chunk of my time, and is now awkward with certain people being there, and its what I need to do. To re-focus myself and really work on what I want.
Who knows, maybe I'll be back- people say you can never really leave EVE, but for now, its adios. I'm still gonna make EVE videos, because I enjoy making them, but you can't really have an EVE blog without actually playing EVE! hehe.
Thank you to everyone who has supported me in my piracy, and good luck with the future peeps :)
o7 Fly dangerous, and farewell.
-NC.
P.S. If you really wanna still be in contact with me, I has email at jjowen92@gmail.com.
About Me
- Jessi Joy (Naughty Cargo)
- My name is Jessi Joy. In EVE Online I am Naughty Cargo, currently a member of Shadow Cartel. I am a 22-year old Aussie chick who loves playing computer games, being cute and writing. This is part of my story, where I can talk about whatever I want. Welcome to the madhouse!
Saturday, November 2, 2013
Saturday, October 12, 2013
Another video... WHAT???!!! o.O
I think I really must be over this essay (half-way done *sighs*), I got distracted... :P http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i1t9Ab05VUo&feature=youtu.be Check it out ^.^ I like it :)
WIN FOR THE DISNEY FANS!!! (Like me! :P)
WIN FOR THE DISNEY FANS!!! (Like me! :P)
Sunday, October 6, 2013
New Idea for an EVE Video
What ya reckon bout this one?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6nGHYFNbSM
Don't know if I'll finish it. Sort of a test of the flashing effect. Not perfect, but worth a go I think.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6nGHYFNbSM
Don't know if I'll finish it. Sort of a test of the flashing effect. Not perfect, but worth a go I think.
Friday, October 4, 2013
Authors Note: Feel sorry for me dammit! xD
Well, I'm awfully busy at the moment, so EVE isn't exactly at the top of my list at the moment. Uni is crazily hectic (have to have two 2000 word research essays done, 10 x 100 word posts about readings from the semester, a 1500 word creative piece and then a 500 word exegesis about said piece, and a photography assignment which needs a 500 word annotated bibliography >.< and 10 film slides.... all by the 14th!) After the 14th I'm totally on holidays though, so YAY to less work and YAY to more blog posts!!! See you on the other side folks! o/
UPDATE: Have the creative piece done, just need exegesis on it, have a good outline for one of the two essays, have finished the project brief for the photography assignment, and 5 out of 10 reading notes done. I can feel a little breathing room!
UPDATE: Have the creative piece done, just need exegesis on it, have a good outline for one of the two essays, have finished the project brief for the photography assignment, and 5 out of 10 reading notes done. I can feel a little breathing room!
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Reflections on the Women of EVE Online
EVE Online and women. Some people think they just don't go together, and even some who think they shouldn't go together. I, being a girl, obviously have a biased opinion here, but I think girls can play whatever games they damn well please! I for one, love PC games, particularly good MMO's like EVE. I know this has all been covered a lot, but I'm not sure so much by women, so maybe it'd be a new take on some ideas.
I've had some rather amusing reactions when guys have heard me talking on comms for the first time. Areolae, a really nice Tuskers guy asked me if I was a girl or a really young guy the first time I spoke, and Awarmingcoat- Coatsie went quite for a couple of minutes and then said 'a girl?' in a really questioning voice. I once had Ohms Law and Captain John Critchon PvP to 'defend my honour and win the hand of the lady', which of course wasn't on offer at the time, but hey, it was fun to watch and listen to with all the old fashioned 'knightly' talk. I can even say I was responsible for a war declaration on R1FTA, from a corp called 'Horrortears' (its still there somewhere) which my ex before 3D amusingly made JUST for that purpose. Go figure :P
Needless to say, a lot of guys just don't expect to see ladies in their comms or their corps, and its amusing and sometimes sad the reactions it gets. There is the odd negative one, like the guy that tried to hit on me in Rens local (telling me he'd 'give me the greatest night of my life'), and another who questioned why I was even playing because I'm a girl and 'girls can't play EVE'. I promptly took him out where he was ratting in his belt. ;) I left the system with a simple 'Wanna bet?'
Anyways, I am getting to a point here. Heh.
The boys were ganking today and in comms, just having fun and trying to get some nice kills, (Naoru got a 2 and a half bill loki pod lol) so I jumped in and joined em, no problem, same old. Then Tilar, a really nice chick from 7-2 came on, and we just went on as usual. She hopped right in with us and went straight to it. Just same, normal, somewhat boring day in Molden Heath.
What made me think about this all was when a guy called Mitch (a mate of the corp from Shadow Cartel) jumped into comms to see what was what and listened for a few minutes while we finished up a gank. He then proceeded to ask Diz how the hell did they manage to get so many girls in comms. I had a quick giggle while Diz replied with a simple 'We're just that sexy', before I piped in with a quick 'funny how two girls equals 'so many''. ThC and 7-2 combined have 4 girls (I'm pretty sure)... does that make us an army of girls? A mass of girls? A crowd? A squadron of girls? (That might actually be a fun concept for fleets :P Tackle girls heh).
Anyways, this topic also popped up briefly earlier today when we were talking about 3D's new corp/alliance. They have a few girls that wander around in their comms, and its of mah hun's opinion that if there's a girl or two (nice ones anyways) hanging around, it must mean that the guys in said corp aren't that bad and that its not a bad experience being around them. So basically if there's a woman in a corp they're more likely to have nicer guys making up the corp- which makes sense and I agree with. I for one know I'm not gonna hang around in the corp where every second word is explicit or racist and where no one has anything nice to say to each other, and I'm certainly not going to sit in comms with them. It makes sense. I mean, there is probably the odd chick who likes the rude and mean side of people, and even gives as good as she gets, but I have yet to meet one, so not so relevant to my ideas on the matter.
As this has been a talked about topic lately, and I've been thinking about such things, I've compiled a list of types of girls I've met in EVE (or heard about), that I personally think are the variations of female that one can find in this quintessentially man's world.
Like I said, I've never met an intentionally mean girl in EVE, but I have seen girls take advantage of their sex, using their womanly wiles to get ISK and items out of the poor men who become infatuated with them, who they tease incessantly to have it continue for as long as they need to get the freebies. This makes me angry, but I know it happens, and it probably won't stop. Hells even I had a quick go at it while I was in R1FTA, and it sure as hell works! (I quickly realised, while it works, it makes me an attention seeking bitch, so I halted that almost immediately. XD) Mintchip is probably the most well known gold-digger chick in EVE, with her 'wishlist/giftlist' or whatever it was, encouraging people to buy stuff for her, while shameless flirting with people. Each to their own.
On a side note, I did feel quite sorry for Mintchip when she got employed by CCP and the accusations that she flirted her way in and such came straight at her. Even if she did, she doesn't deserve abuse thrown in her face.
The second type of chick is one that the guys around her don't really see, because its strictly reserved for incoming women. Because we're so... rare, I guess is the best word, its often seen as pretty awesome when guys have a chick or two in their corp. I guess its like a dick measuring contest, but witch chicks instead. Who knows, but often they get put up on some sort of pedestal, and hey, some chick really like that. Suddenly their put into the spotlight, bragged about to other men, and they sometimes get a big head. So when the new girl shows up.... oh boy. Miss secret bitch is nice in comms, supporting the new recruit and being sweet and helpful, and sometimes, even when alone together, the claws don't come out. But here is a sickly sweet sort of 'this is my territory, these are MY boys.. go away and leave me on my pedestal in peace. But I'm gonna be nice to you until you leave so that the boys don't see I'm a bitch'. They're the worst, and remind you why women can be the most evil people in the world around men. The subcategory is the region owner- the self-dubbed 'queens' of wherever they live. Not so extreme, but so help you if you try and be princess. Again, even I love the fact I'm the only chick in my corp- its very cool, particularly when they are an awesome PvP, low sec pirate corp, and lets be honest, if say, a type 1 girl came in and started flirting with all the boys, getting that attention, I'd be pissed. But in all honesty, I'm just not like that, I'd get over it quickly, and move on being an awesome tackle.
The giggly grenade is one of my personal demons. I have done this one a lot, being a young, happy, occasionally attention seeking girl, and lay on the cute thickly. This was what I was like early days of EVE, while I was in BDFS and R1FTA, and it worked. I'd always be talked to in comms, I'd always get that attention in channel. What I found out pretty quickly was that when it came down to it, doing this achieved nothing, because suddenly I was the small, cute, giggly girl in channel and couldn't be taken seriously, I obviously had no idea what I was doing, and reduced to a chick who always needs help and support and can't possibly do anything for herself. Not fun, I can tell you, so that snapped off quickly. Unfortunately, I find that, on some slow days, I occasionally slip back into it, before catching myself, logging out for a bit, and relaxing. Honestly, what it does most is annoy people, and I learnt that one the hard way. I still occasionally see them though, and this worries me- I know what its like.
The Vasquez chick is so named because its the classic Aliens character- a woman who has to be even manlier than the men to be taken seriously- the certified 'bad-asses', that no one really wants to mess with. These are hard to find, because honestly, its so hard to do that and do it well, and there's absolutely no point trying, because either guys are gonna love it and see you as 'just-one-of-the-guys', or you're gonna intimidate them and they're gonna not want you around- simply because your manlier than them. (Psst... men don't like women being manlier than them :P Well... most anyways. XD) Good luck if you ever find this type of chick.
The final real sorta type of chick are the ones that I know mostly- the ones that are themselves, plain and simple, and enjoy playing the game that they love. I'm mostly one of these, with segments of other types thrown in occasionally, but I take pride in being myself. Pretty much all of the women I meet are like this- they enjoy the game they play, and people don't really give a damn whether their female or not- they're just plain good people to fly around and talk to. They're the ones I like. ^.^
In the end I guess you're whatever sort of person you wanna be, and girls are whoever they wanna be on any online game. I'm gonna be me and be happy with it ^.^
And boys, if you ever hear a girl you like on comms or want to impress, don't squeal and say 'is that really a girl?' :P
I've had some rather amusing reactions when guys have heard me talking on comms for the first time. Areolae, a really nice Tuskers guy asked me if I was a girl or a really young guy the first time I spoke, and Awarmingcoat- Coatsie went quite for a couple of minutes and then said 'a girl?' in a really questioning voice. I once had Ohms Law and Captain John Critchon PvP to 'defend my honour and win the hand of the lady', which of course wasn't on offer at the time, but hey, it was fun to watch and listen to with all the old fashioned 'knightly' talk. I can even say I was responsible for a war declaration on R1FTA, from a corp called 'Horrortears' (its still there somewhere) which my ex before 3D amusingly made JUST for that purpose. Go figure :P
Needless to say, a lot of guys just don't expect to see ladies in their comms or their corps, and its amusing and sometimes sad the reactions it gets. There is the odd negative one, like the guy that tried to hit on me in Rens local (telling me he'd 'give me the greatest night of my life'), and another who questioned why I was even playing because I'm a girl and 'girls can't play EVE'. I promptly took him out where he was ratting in his belt. ;) I left the system with a simple 'Wanna bet?'
Anyways, I am getting to a point here. Heh.
The boys were ganking today and in comms, just having fun and trying to get some nice kills, (Naoru got a 2 and a half bill loki pod lol) so I jumped in and joined em, no problem, same old. Then Tilar, a really nice chick from 7-2 came on, and we just went on as usual. She hopped right in with us and went straight to it. Just same, normal, somewhat boring day in Molden Heath.
What made me think about this all was when a guy called Mitch (a mate of the corp from Shadow Cartel) jumped into comms to see what was what and listened for a few minutes while we finished up a gank. He then proceeded to ask Diz how the hell did they manage to get so many girls in comms. I had a quick giggle while Diz replied with a simple 'We're just that sexy', before I piped in with a quick 'funny how two girls equals 'so many''. ThC and 7-2 combined have 4 girls (I'm pretty sure)... does that make us an army of girls? A mass of girls? A crowd? A squadron of girls? (That might actually be a fun concept for fleets :P Tackle girls heh).
Anyways, this topic also popped up briefly earlier today when we were talking about 3D's new corp/alliance. They have a few girls that wander around in their comms, and its of mah hun's opinion that if there's a girl or two (nice ones anyways) hanging around, it must mean that the guys in said corp aren't that bad and that its not a bad experience being around them. So basically if there's a woman in a corp they're more likely to have nicer guys making up the corp- which makes sense and I agree with. I for one know I'm not gonna hang around in the corp where every second word is explicit or racist and where no one has anything nice to say to each other, and I'm certainly not going to sit in comms with them. It makes sense. I mean, there is probably the odd chick who likes the rude and mean side of people, and even gives as good as she gets, but I have yet to meet one, so not so relevant to my ideas on the matter.
As this has been a talked about topic lately, and I've been thinking about such things, I've compiled a list of types of girls I've met in EVE (or heard about), that I personally think are the variations of female that one can find in this quintessentially man's world.
NAUGHTY CARGO'S UNOFFICIAL TYPES OF EVE WOMEN
1. The shameless flirt/golddigger
2. The secret bitches a.k.a 'get away from my boys, bitch' girl. (with a sub-type)
3. The giggly/cute grenades
4. Overly tomboyish a.k.a The Vasquez Complex.
5. The awesome, natural girls
AND.......
6. Me :P (have occasionally been a bit of each, depending on my mood, what's happening, and the people around me XD)
Like I said, I've never met an intentionally mean girl in EVE, but I have seen girls take advantage of their sex, using their womanly wiles to get ISK and items out of the poor men who become infatuated with them, who they tease incessantly to have it continue for as long as they need to get the freebies. This makes me angry, but I know it happens, and it probably won't stop. Hells even I had a quick go at it while I was in R1FTA, and it sure as hell works! (I quickly realised, while it works, it makes me an attention seeking bitch, so I halted that almost immediately. XD) Mintchip is probably the most well known gold-digger chick in EVE, with her 'wishlist/giftlist' or whatever it was, encouraging people to buy stuff for her, while shameless flirting with people. Each to their own.
On a side note, I did feel quite sorry for Mintchip when she got employed by CCP and the accusations that she flirted her way in and such came straight at her. Even if she did, she doesn't deserve abuse thrown in her face.
The second type of chick is one that the guys around her don't really see, because its strictly reserved for incoming women. Because we're so... rare, I guess is the best word, its often seen as pretty awesome when guys have a chick or two in their corp. I guess its like a dick measuring contest, but witch chicks instead. Who knows, but often they get put up on some sort of pedestal, and hey, some chick really like that. Suddenly their put into the spotlight, bragged about to other men, and they sometimes get a big head. So when the new girl shows up.... oh boy. Miss secret bitch is nice in comms, supporting the new recruit and being sweet and helpful, and sometimes, even when alone together, the claws don't come out. But here is a sickly sweet sort of 'this is my territory, these are MY boys.. go away and leave me on my pedestal in peace. But I'm gonna be nice to you until you leave so that the boys don't see I'm a bitch'. They're the worst, and remind you why women can be the most evil people in the world around men. The subcategory is the region owner- the self-dubbed 'queens' of wherever they live. Not so extreme, but so help you if you try and be princess. Again, even I love the fact I'm the only chick in my corp- its very cool, particularly when they are an awesome PvP, low sec pirate corp, and lets be honest, if say, a type 1 girl came in and started flirting with all the boys, getting that attention, I'd be pissed. But in all honesty, I'm just not like that, I'd get over it quickly, and move on being an awesome tackle.
The giggly grenade is one of my personal demons. I have done this one a lot, being a young, happy, occasionally attention seeking girl, and lay on the cute thickly. This was what I was like early days of EVE, while I was in BDFS and R1FTA, and it worked. I'd always be talked to in comms, I'd always get that attention in channel. What I found out pretty quickly was that when it came down to it, doing this achieved nothing, because suddenly I was the small, cute, giggly girl in channel and couldn't be taken seriously, I obviously had no idea what I was doing, and reduced to a chick who always needs help and support and can't possibly do anything for herself. Not fun, I can tell you, so that snapped off quickly. Unfortunately, I find that, on some slow days, I occasionally slip back into it, before catching myself, logging out for a bit, and relaxing. Honestly, what it does most is annoy people, and I learnt that one the hard way. I still occasionally see them though, and this worries me- I know what its like.
The Vasquez chick is so named because its the classic Aliens character- a woman who has to be even manlier than the men to be taken seriously- the certified 'bad-asses', that no one really wants to mess with. These are hard to find, because honestly, its so hard to do that and do it well, and there's absolutely no point trying, because either guys are gonna love it and see you as 'just-one-of-the-guys', or you're gonna intimidate them and they're gonna not want you around- simply because your manlier than them. (Psst... men don't like women being manlier than them :P Well... most anyways. XD) Good luck if you ever find this type of chick.
The final real sorta type of chick are the ones that I know mostly- the ones that are themselves, plain and simple, and enjoy playing the game that they love. I'm mostly one of these, with segments of other types thrown in occasionally, but I take pride in being myself. Pretty much all of the women I meet are like this- they enjoy the game they play, and people don't really give a damn whether their female or not- they're just plain good people to fly around and talk to. They're the ones I like. ^.^
In the end I guess you're whatever sort of person you wanna be, and girls are whoever they wanna be on any online game. I'm gonna be me and be happy with it ^.^
And boys, if you ever hear a girl you like on comms or want to impress, don't squeal and say 'is that really a girl?' :P
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
I'M ALIVE!!!!!
Hi space cadets. I'm still alive I promise. Unless of course I'm dead and don't realise it, but I can't REALLY be dead, because this corporal punishment that is higher education still surrounds me. Go figure.
SOOOO!..... Since last time I wrote, I
1. Became a billionaire in EVE (c/o 3D <3)
2. Went to America for a holiday
3. Re-sculpted Naughty
4. Failed at flying a stiletto
5. Reached 20,000,000 skill points AT LAST!
6. Decided that film photography (specifically slide film) is totally stupid
ANDDDDDD
6. Trained.... large blasters.
Yep. I've conformed and upshipped. I still love my Jags, and they will be my preferred fighting machine for now I'm sure, but I felt like flying something a little more... sturdy :P Let's face it, even with the best tank skills my beautiful Rawrcat can only take so much, so cruisers here I come! Well.. battlecruisers.
I was trying to decide what cruiser to branch into and between me, 3D and Diz, we decided that it'd be easier just to skip straight to something BC considering I have battlecruisers up to 5 because of that blasted expansion. So large guns here I come! I brought a Thorax and a Brutix, fitted them up using our default corp armor setup (everything but the guns anyways!), and waited. And waited.... and waited.
While I was training for this seemingly overly long process to finish (and yes, I have no patience, and yes, I know its going to get worse :P), 7-2 decided to have a weekend over in Tasti for a change of scene- and to try and find some actually decent fights. My corp convinced me to train for Interceptors- so discussion had, 30 minutes later I was flying around in a stiletto.That... uh.... didn't go so well. Did you know that stiletto's are awfully quick? Turns out my manual piloting skills aren't so great (which was incredibly embarrassing for Diz- who was acting as my play-around bait), so there's somewhere I found out I gotta work on.
Anyways, I ended up finishing the training for the BC's and now... they're sitting in my cargo hold collected dust :P go figure. I think I might help out with some sites maybe, waiting for a cool fleet to go out.
As for the billionaire business, my man won a big blink... for a titan. Lucky bugger! The dude kindly offered him the isk instead of the ship.I believe his title now is something like 'Blink is my Titan bitch', which I actually quite like ^.^
Also, a fun side observation, in two days I'll have been in ThC for 8 months :) It doesn't seem that long really, but its pretty damn cool, considering I was only with R1fter for about 5. ThC is awesome, the guys are awesome, Naughty is awesome, so I'm good ^.^ I've found my EVE home/family in the bunch of ragtag, rude, good-for-nothing, stinky pirates :P hehe. To celebrate (that's the excuse I'm using anyways XD), I brought a plex and re-sculpted my girl. She now had badass red hair, less hollow cheeks (they were driving me crazy!) and more realistic looking tits :P Oh and her eyes changed colour, but who really notices? lol. I'm quite proud of my new re-done bio, my new title and new look. Naughty is ready for some kickass action as an established pirate in her home of Molden Heath... which has a certain pretentiousness to it in PVP circles :P
Anywayyyyyyssssss.... On an end note, I just have a couple of things I need to get off my chest. I take pride in the fact I don't smack talk in local, no matter how angry someone is making me. Sometimes I'll send the snide commenter a mail telling them exactly where they can stick their opinions, but generally, I try to keep clear of all that crap. So, because its all slowly building up (and I'm sure many of you can relate to this feeling....
UNDOCK PEOPLE!! ACTUALLY GIVE US A DECENT FIGHT!!! I KNOW YOU FEEL MORE COMFORTABLE DOCKING EVEN THOUGH YOU HAVE MORE SHIPS THAN US BY 5, BUT YOU FUCKIN COWARDS!!!!!!!!!! YOU JERK FACES!! YOU WANT TO GANK NOT FRIGGIN HAVE AN ACTUAL FIGHT YOU COMPLETE AND UTTER BONEHEADS!! HOW CAN YOU EVEN CALL YOURSELF PVP'S WHEN YOU DON'T EVEN PVP!!! BULLET AVERSE FUCKTARDS!!!! GET OUT OF MOLDEN HEATH YA MORONS!!!!
I'm done now :P Hehe.
o7 Fly dangerous!
SOOOO!..... Since last time I wrote, I
1. Became a billionaire in EVE (c/o 3D <3)
2. Went to America for a holiday
3. Re-sculpted Naughty
4. Failed at flying a stiletto
5. Reached 20,000,000 skill points AT LAST!
6. Decided that film photography (specifically slide film) is totally stupid
ANDDDDDD
6. Trained.... large blasters.
Yep. I've conformed and upshipped. I still love my Jags, and they will be my preferred fighting machine for now I'm sure, but I felt like flying something a little more... sturdy :P Let's face it, even with the best tank skills my beautiful Rawrcat can only take so much, so cruisers here I come! Well.. battlecruisers.
I was trying to decide what cruiser to branch into and between me, 3D and Diz, we decided that it'd be easier just to skip straight to something BC considering I have battlecruisers up to 5 because of that blasted expansion. So large guns here I come! I brought a Thorax and a Brutix, fitted them up using our default corp armor setup (everything but the guns anyways!), and waited. And waited.... and waited.
I think it looks like someones really big nose....
Much like how this looks like one really big, green penis...
While I was training for this seemingly overly long process to finish (and yes, I have no patience, and yes, I know its going to get worse :P), 7-2 decided to have a weekend over in Tasti for a change of scene- and to try and find some actually decent fights. My corp convinced me to train for Interceptors- so discussion had, 30 minutes later I was flying around in a stiletto.That... uh.... didn't go so well. Did you know that stiletto's are awfully quick? Turns out my manual piloting skills aren't so great (which was incredibly embarrassing for Diz- who was acting as my play-around bait), so there's somewhere I found out I gotta work on.
Anyways, I ended up finishing the training for the BC's and now... they're sitting in my cargo hold collected dust :P go figure. I think I might help out with some sites maybe, waiting for a cool fleet to go out.
As for the billionaire business, my man won a big blink... for a titan. Lucky bugger! The dude kindly offered him the isk instead of the ship.I believe his title now is something like 'Blink is my Titan bitch', which I actually quite like ^.^
Also, a fun side observation, in two days I'll have been in ThC for 8 months :) It doesn't seem that long really, but its pretty damn cool, considering I was only with R1fter for about 5. ThC is awesome, the guys are awesome, Naughty is awesome, so I'm good ^.^ I've found my EVE home/family in the bunch of ragtag, rude, good-for-nothing, stinky pirates :P hehe. To celebrate (that's the excuse I'm using anyways XD), I brought a plex and re-sculpted my girl. She now had badass red hair, less hollow cheeks (they were driving me crazy!) and more realistic looking tits :P Oh and her eyes changed colour, but who really notices? lol. I'm quite proud of my new re-done bio, my new title and new look. Naughty is ready for some kickass action as an established pirate in her home of Molden Heath... which has a certain pretentiousness to it in PVP circles :P
Anywayyyyyyssssss.... On an end note, I just have a couple of things I need to get off my chest. I take pride in the fact I don't smack talk in local, no matter how angry someone is making me. Sometimes I'll send the snide commenter a mail telling them exactly where they can stick their opinions, but generally, I try to keep clear of all that crap. So, because its all slowly building up (and I'm sure many of you can relate to this feeling....
UNDOCK PEOPLE!! ACTUALLY GIVE US A DECENT FIGHT!!! I KNOW YOU FEEL MORE COMFORTABLE DOCKING EVEN THOUGH YOU HAVE MORE SHIPS THAN US BY 5, BUT YOU FUCKIN COWARDS!!!!!!!!!! YOU JERK FACES!! YOU WANT TO GANK NOT FRIGGIN HAVE AN ACTUAL FIGHT YOU COMPLETE AND UTTER BONEHEADS!! HOW CAN YOU EVEN CALL YOURSELF PVP'S WHEN YOU DON'T EVEN PVP!!! BULLET AVERSE FUCKTARDS!!!! GET OUT OF MOLDEN HEATH YA MORONS!!!!
I'm done now :P Hehe.
o7 Fly dangerous!
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Death by Kitties feat. Gate 'Shoot 'Em Up' Ping Pong
I've been excited for Sugar's rawrcats fleet for ages, ever since I first heard about it. I love me a Jag remember- in fact, its pretty much all I fly now cause it works so well with the fleets :) ANYWAYS... for those of you who don't know, the Rawrcats is a fleet made up of Jaguars, with a few Scythes, a Maller and a couple of Loki's. I admit... I had my doubts about 20 odd Jaguars, but it turns out that few people are prepared for a large gang of assault frigs-its not exactly conventional... hehe.
As those of you who live in the are are aware, or those who are perceptive, Molden Heath has changed. I think its for the better, but some think its worse... I don't know. What do you think? There's a few bigger corps that have come in and set themselves up, no one daring to argue, and they like blop dropping and just mainly being pains in the ass. But today... oh today we got some of them back with our own blop... of JAGUARS! Hah! Take that cowards! :P
It was great fun getting started. The fleet looked amazing- visually anyways, and I can't remember the last time I saw so many frigs! It was epic :) And such a mix of people too! A few from 7-2, a couple of guys from R1FTA, Suleiman from Tuskers and a few other individuals, as well as various members of our own corp- with Diz, naturally, as the FC of choice. He was elected for it too. If that's not high praise, I don't know what it.
Originally, we started heading for Skarkon, after some gang or another (I can't remember much from the morning- it seems so long ago now! Haha. And it was 8am mind you :P). The usually devoid-of-life-we-can-actually-kill Molden Heath turned out to be the most fruitful area of our venture. Jumping into Audesder, there was a CRONOS gang doing some sort of planet-y thing (I've since found out it was orbital bombardment according to Sugar's blog :P hehe). They tried bailing when the big bunch of Jags showed up on their overview, no doubt flooding it with red, but we were just too well spread out when it came to pointing things. Me? I ended up splitting my guns to get on a number of kills (5/7) and made sure I had at least 3 ships locked on my screen at any one time (in order of primaries and secondaries) to allow for easy point switching. It was great fun :) We ended up getting 2 Myrmidons, a Blackbird, a Nado, a Drake and 2 Osprey's. Great start!
A Noir/Hash (6-pack) gang was the next intended target- battlecruisers galore. They were on the Muttoken gate in Aedald (or vice versa, I can't remember which), and we jumped on them in all our feline glory, logi and support in tow. Targeting the flashy red ones was the first task- Jags can only take gate guns for so long (as I know VERY well... xD)
Anyways, we jumped them, they decided to jump through to the other side of the gate. A little less than half the gang jumped through with them, targeting the same on the other side. Pity I only got on 3 of the 8 kills really :P The fight was so extended I think my part in whoring on the kills wore off by the end! Or maybe I just didn't have as many points or shots as I expected... go figure :P
-Oh, and we totally got a Vexor, Augoror, Drake and Maulus on the Aedald side, and 2 Hurricanes and 2 Drakes on the Muttoken side. Epic ^.^
We realised at this point none of us really had enough ammo if things kept on being as awesome as they were already. We all headed back to Bos and reloaded everything, trading and buying happening left, right and center, with the odd bio break. That done, we casually went to Klingt and killed a Rise of Legion Deimos that was happily ratting.. You know.. as you do (and we've all decided we enjoy killing ROL when we get the chance :P... I think. Or maybe that's just me :P)
By that point- and here I rely on Sug's attention to details, we had 20 Jags, 5 Scythes, a Maulus and a random Hawk. (AUTHORS NOTE: I decided for myself that hawk counted because a hawk mixed with a lion creates a griffin... which is sort of a cat-like creature...?? Maybe..?? XD)
As we continued, heading towards Amamake, someone decided to do a side step into L4X-1V, and on scanning, two ships were discovered... mining. A Venture, an Iteron Mark II and his friend, a Hurricane. Hellz yeah!!! Squad 1 (the lucky buggers :P) went in to get tackle, and we all filed in after them, managing to get all three of the ships and their pods. Fun fun :P
Mateber and Ofage produced one of the coolest fights I've had yet. Sort of a mix of ping pong and a shoot 'em up. There was a gate camping fleet... that started to ditch as soon as we spiked local. Or tried to :P Much like earlier, a little less than half the fleet jumped into the other side with them, grabbing tackles and shooting, while the majority stayed on the first side, shooting and targeting the same ships as they jumped to and fro. It ended up being a long drawn out battle, with one lucky bugger lasting far too long- Count Chamberlain in one of the Augoror's. He jumped through I don't know how many times, and at one point got reps. We had one FC- Diz on the first side, and Suli jumped onto the second side to FC and the other group. It worked out alright, although it got to the point with the last Aug that Diz just said fuck it, and asked for one Jag with long point and a Scythe to stay behind in case he jumped back through when the whole fleet jumped in to help kill it. I offered my services- after all, sitting on gate and pointing stuff in the Jag is considered my specialty :P Plus, most of the Jag's had scrams as opposed to disruptors (In the end I only think three or four of the Jag's had long point XD). Two of the Scythes ended up staying with me while the rest of the fleet jumped into Matebar and blapped him no problem. We ended up shooting a few other randoms as well as the gate camping group, and all in total we got 2 Mallers, a Thorax, 3 Augoror's, an Omen and an Oracle. Great fun :P
Rambling along, incredibly pleased with how the fleet was progressing, we ended up coming across another gate camp in Hagilur, but these ones successfully got away. Well... mostly. Lets just say it was not one poor Oracle pilots day :P
We got to Amamake and started playing stupid station games. No thank you. Luckily, the call was made to just give it up, and for our efforts, we ended up catching an unfortunate Iteron Mark V in Otosela- who tried to get away using a cloak and MWD and failed dismally- to our fleets amusement. He ended up being a pretty good kill, with some specky stuff in the cargo hold. Here I steal a sentence from Sugar's blog- because she knows about such things (and hopes she doesn't mind! ^.^ hehe)- "died with his whole load of Einherji (fighters) on board. Fighters are expensive things and bulky to move." To be honest, I just saw the kill and felt proud. Hehe. Shows my priorities hey? :P And for the record, I have no idea where the loot goes on these big fleets. Probs to Sug and Diz in this case cause they put together all the ships. Makes sense. This is coming from a pilot that relies on loot to survive :P Go figure.
We got back to Bos with no really great events of note, and the fleet was disbanded. But funnily enough, it was this time that Naoru (I think) spotted a Thanatos just sitting on a station in Oddelulf. People shipped up and thought 'why the hell not?' Pity it wasn't meant to be really. 1. He was always in docking range and bumping didn't work, 2. He ended up successfully shooing us out of system by saying he was going to bed, and then undocking again as soon as we left... For our troubles we ended up getting a Rise of Legion tengu on his way through Bos though. Totally worth it :P
After a few more people trickled out and went back to their own places, the corp decided to try its usual gate camp, settling down and basking in our catty awesomeness. And people ask me why I fly Jag's.... :P At one point during the early stages of this camp, a Procurer randomly jumped into system from Heild. I was in station at this point and listened as the rest of them missed point (the bugger was quick off the mark, and Heild is a big gate) and watched him warp off to Teo. With a hint of amusement at my own futile hope, I warped to the Teo gate (where I figured the Procurer had already jumped through). To my surprise, he was there and without even thinking, my hand instinctively fell to the mouse, clicking just as I pressed my F2 key. I can remember marvelling at my own tone of surprise as I called out 'point'. I can only imagine how it sounded to my corpies ears. Haha. Like... 'umm... I think I have point.. here... guys... On the umm... Teo gate... what???' (Or something like that :P) Was a great moment when he died though. I ended up hanging around with point right up to the end of my shield (cause of those friendly gate guns :P), when the first person warped in and got a secondary point. Hero surprise tackle FTW! xD
Apart from the Proc, we ended up getting a Coercer, a Rifter, a Bestower and a Catalyst in the first hour or so. Plus all their pods- which was agreeable to my slightly shinier sec status (I'm back to -9.9.... *cries* XD) For my evil piracy, I paid later. Forgetting what the bright red skull at the top of my screen meant, I jumped into Teo happily with my lots of loot (aforementioned as my main source of income)... and almost banged my head into the wall as I watched myself get completely obliterated by CONCORD. How rude!! They didn't even offer a ransom! Even slightly more embarrassing, this tragic event was seen by a noob in an Ibis sitting on the gate... which I debated shooting at just for shit and giggles while I died horribly. Ran out of time on that one though. 17 mill worth of Thrasher and loot... Hmmm.. oh well. :) I've had worse.
I logged off to spend some time with mah hunny and ended up getting back on briefly- later- to pick up some items I had left in Teo. I didn't even suspect a thing as I bounced out of Bos no problem in one of my basic Ruptures, docked, organised stuff for a few minutes and then undocked again, warping straight back to Bos and not even thinking about jumping through. Figures that a gate camp had decided to show up in the few minutes I was in high sec (the rest of the corp were off doing some sort of black ops thing in Egbinger I think). I lost the rupture to a gate camp made up of a Stabber, 2 Drake's, a Gnosis (>.<), 2 Scythe's and a Ferox. Go figure- beaten at my own corps game. Oh wells. Again, I've had worse. And at least I didn't have any loot this time :P (Luckily, I'd decided to leave it there for Bella to pick up!). I dutifully docked, didn't acknowledge the 'gf's in local, repoted the camp to FMH channel- where I got laughed at :P and logged off. Enough of EVE for now.... Hehe. I knew at that point to quit while I'm ahead! xD
Anyways, the rawrcat fleet ended up being an amazing triumph, and thank you again and again to Sugar and Diz for organising it. But I think the greatest thanks should go to the dear ships that- funnily enough- I already see a few other people flying all of a sudden around MH :P Thank you to the underdog of assault frigates- the Jaguar. May you ever be underestimated and then completely amazing in your defiance of your dated label- in other words... go kill stuff good! XD
As those of you who live in the are are aware, or those who are perceptive, Molden Heath has changed. I think its for the better, but some think its worse... I don't know. What do you think? There's a few bigger corps that have come in and set themselves up, no one daring to argue, and they like blop dropping and just mainly being pains in the ass. But today... oh today we got some of them back with our own blop... of JAGUARS! Hah! Take that cowards! :P
It was great fun getting started. The fleet looked amazing- visually anyways, and I can't remember the last time I saw so many frigs! It was epic :) And such a mix of people too! A few from 7-2, a couple of guys from R1FTA, Suleiman from Tuskers and a few other individuals, as well as various members of our own corp- with Diz, naturally, as the FC of choice. He was elected for it too. If that's not high praise, I don't know what it.
Originally, we started heading for Skarkon, after some gang or another (I can't remember much from the morning- it seems so long ago now! Haha. And it was 8am mind you :P). The usually devoid-of-life-we-can-actually-kill Molden Heath turned out to be the most fruitful area of our venture. Jumping into Audesder, there was a CRONOS gang doing some sort of planet-y thing (I've since found out it was orbital bombardment according to Sugar's blog :P hehe). They tried bailing when the big bunch of Jags showed up on their overview, no doubt flooding it with red, but we were just too well spread out when it came to pointing things. Me? I ended up splitting my guns to get on a number of kills (5/7) and made sure I had at least 3 ships locked on my screen at any one time (in order of primaries and secondaries) to allow for easy point switching. It was great fun :) We ended up getting 2 Myrmidons, a Blackbird, a Nado, a Drake and 2 Osprey's. Great start!
A Noir/Hash (6-pack) gang was the next intended target- battlecruisers galore. They were on the Muttoken gate in Aedald (or vice versa, I can't remember which), and we jumped on them in all our feline glory, logi and support in tow. Targeting the flashy red ones was the first task- Jags can only take gate guns for so long (as I know VERY well... xD)
Anyways, we jumped them, they decided to jump through to the other side of the gate. A little less than half the gang jumped through with them, targeting the same on the other side. Pity I only got on 3 of the 8 kills really :P The fight was so extended I think my part in whoring on the kills wore off by the end! Or maybe I just didn't have as many points or shots as I expected... go figure :P
-Oh, and we totally got a Vexor, Augoror, Drake and Maulus on the Aedald side, and 2 Hurricanes and 2 Drakes on the Muttoken side. Epic ^.^
We realised at this point none of us really had enough ammo if things kept on being as awesome as they were already. We all headed back to Bos and reloaded everything, trading and buying happening left, right and center, with the odd bio break. That done, we casually went to Klingt and killed a Rise of Legion Deimos that was happily ratting.. You know.. as you do (and we've all decided we enjoy killing ROL when we get the chance :P... I think. Or maybe that's just me :P)
By that point- and here I rely on Sug's attention to details, we had 20 Jags, 5 Scythes, a Maulus and a random Hawk. (AUTHORS NOTE: I decided for myself that hawk counted because a hawk mixed with a lion creates a griffin... which is sort of a cat-like creature...?? Maybe..?? XD)
As we continued, heading towards Amamake, someone decided to do a side step into L4X-1V, and on scanning, two ships were discovered... mining. A Venture, an Iteron Mark II and his friend, a Hurricane. Hellz yeah!!! Squad 1 (the lucky buggers :P) went in to get tackle, and we all filed in after them, managing to get all three of the ships and their pods. Fun fun :P
Mateber and Ofage produced one of the coolest fights I've had yet. Sort of a mix of ping pong and a shoot 'em up. There was a gate camping fleet... that started to ditch as soon as we spiked local. Or tried to :P Much like earlier, a little less than half the fleet jumped into the other side with them, grabbing tackles and shooting, while the majority stayed on the first side, shooting and targeting the same ships as they jumped to and fro. It ended up being a long drawn out battle, with one lucky bugger lasting far too long- Count Chamberlain in one of the Augoror's. He jumped through I don't know how many times, and at one point got reps. We had one FC- Diz on the first side, and Suli jumped onto the second side to FC and the other group. It worked out alright, although it got to the point with the last Aug that Diz just said fuck it, and asked for one Jag with long point and a Scythe to stay behind in case he jumped back through when the whole fleet jumped in to help kill it. I offered my services- after all, sitting on gate and pointing stuff in the Jag is considered my specialty :P Plus, most of the Jag's had scrams as opposed to disruptors (In the end I only think three or four of the Jag's had long point XD). Two of the Scythes ended up staying with me while the rest of the fleet jumped into Matebar and blapped him no problem. We ended up shooting a few other randoms as well as the gate camping group, and all in total we got 2 Mallers, a Thorax, 3 Augoror's, an Omen and an Oracle. Great fun :P
Rambling along, incredibly pleased with how the fleet was progressing, we ended up coming across another gate camp in Hagilur, but these ones successfully got away. Well... mostly. Lets just say it was not one poor Oracle pilots day :P
We got to Amamake and started playing stupid station games. No thank you. Luckily, the call was made to just give it up, and for our efforts, we ended up catching an unfortunate Iteron Mark V in Otosela- who tried to get away using a cloak and MWD and failed dismally- to our fleets amusement. He ended up being a pretty good kill, with some specky stuff in the cargo hold. Here I steal a sentence from Sugar's blog- because she knows about such things (and hopes she doesn't mind! ^.^ hehe)- "died with his whole load of Einherji (fighters) on board. Fighters are expensive things and bulky to move." To be honest, I just saw the kill and felt proud. Hehe. Shows my priorities hey? :P And for the record, I have no idea where the loot goes on these big fleets. Probs to Sug and Diz in this case cause they put together all the ships. Makes sense. This is coming from a pilot that relies on loot to survive :P Go figure.
We got back to Bos with no really great events of note, and the fleet was disbanded. But funnily enough, it was this time that Naoru (I think) spotted a Thanatos just sitting on a station in Oddelulf. People shipped up and thought 'why the hell not?' Pity it wasn't meant to be really. 1. He was always in docking range and bumping didn't work, 2. He ended up successfully shooing us out of system by saying he was going to bed, and then undocking again as soon as we left... For our troubles we ended up getting a Rise of Legion tengu on his way through Bos though. Totally worth it :P
After a few more people trickled out and went back to their own places, the corp decided to try its usual gate camp, settling down and basking in our catty awesomeness. And people ask me why I fly Jag's.... :P At one point during the early stages of this camp, a Procurer randomly jumped into system from Heild. I was in station at this point and listened as the rest of them missed point (the bugger was quick off the mark, and Heild is a big gate) and watched him warp off to Teo. With a hint of amusement at my own futile hope, I warped to the Teo gate (where I figured the Procurer had already jumped through). To my surprise, he was there and without even thinking, my hand instinctively fell to the mouse, clicking just as I pressed my F2 key. I can remember marvelling at my own tone of surprise as I called out 'point'. I can only imagine how it sounded to my corpies ears. Haha. Like... 'umm... I think I have point.. here... guys... On the umm... Teo gate... what???' (Or something like that :P) Was a great moment when he died though. I ended up hanging around with point right up to the end of my shield (cause of those friendly gate guns :P), when the first person warped in and got a secondary point. Hero surprise tackle FTW! xD
Apart from the Proc, we ended up getting a Coercer, a Rifter, a Bestower and a Catalyst in the first hour or so. Plus all their pods- which was agreeable to my slightly shinier sec status (I'm back to -9.9.... *cries* XD) For my evil piracy, I paid later. Forgetting what the bright red skull at the top of my screen meant, I jumped into Teo happily with my lots of loot (aforementioned as my main source of income)... and almost banged my head into the wall as I watched myself get completely obliterated by CONCORD. How rude!! They didn't even offer a ransom! Even slightly more embarrassing, this tragic event was seen by a noob in an Ibis sitting on the gate... which I debated shooting at just for shit and giggles while I died horribly. Ran out of time on that one though. 17 mill worth of Thrasher and loot... Hmmm.. oh well. :) I've had worse.
I logged off to spend some time with mah hunny and ended up getting back on briefly- later- to pick up some items I had left in Teo. I didn't even suspect a thing as I bounced out of Bos no problem in one of my basic Ruptures, docked, organised stuff for a few minutes and then undocked again, warping straight back to Bos and not even thinking about jumping through. Figures that a gate camp had decided to show up in the few minutes I was in high sec (the rest of the corp were off doing some sort of black ops thing in Egbinger I think). I lost the rupture to a gate camp made up of a Stabber, 2 Drake's, a Gnosis (>.<), 2 Scythe's and a Ferox. Go figure- beaten at my own corps game. Oh wells. Again, I've had worse. And at least I didn't have any loot this time :P (Luckily, I'd decided to leave it there for Bella to pick up!). I dutifully docked, didn't acknowledge the 'gf's in local, repoted the camp to FMH channel- where I got laughed at :P and logged off. Enough of EVE for now.... Hehe. I knew at that point to quit while I'm ahead! xD
Anyways, the rawrcat fleet ended up being an amazing triumph, and thank you again and again to Sugar and Diz for organising it. But I think the greatest thanks should go to the dear ships that- funnily enough- I already see a few other people flying all of a sudden around MH :P Thank you to the underdog of assault frigates- the Jaguar. May you ever be underestimated and then completely amazing in your defiance of your dated label- in other words... go kill stuff good! XD
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
EVE Popularity Contests
(Okay, this is a silly rant, and to be honest, on the night I wrote this (last night), I was looking for something to rant about. lol. So don't pay it too much mind hey?) hehe
There's one thing I'm starting to realise about EVE Online, that isn't so pleasant to be honest.
As much as I love this game, it is becoming more apparent that the bigger your corp is, the more power it has, and therefore, it has more of a say/effect on the development of this game. The more EVE-famous you are, the more attention you get... (and seemingly, the likelihood of you starting a blog goes up incredibly quickly).
While I understand this is the way of the game and even, indeed, the world, it doesn't make it any less pleasant. This small niggling has been triggered into full-scale annoyance by this new 'EVE True Stories'.
I get the concept, and its a good one. I really, really like the idea. As a writer, player and incredibly small-time blogger, I appreciate when people tell their stories, and write their ideas and thoughts down. Sometimes, if they're really good, I read them myself. But this has got to a new level of annoying.
Of course I submitted a story, in fact, I submitted two after I decided the first one was boring and not nearly as interesting. This second one I love. It was one of the best nights of my EVE life- the day I first tried out my beloved Jaguar. The Fleet of Awesome. I like to think my writing is pretty good too, and at least somewhat entertaining.
But here's the thing- this is a tiny blog. In its lifetime its had ~450 views. To ~14 posts (I can't be bothered counting). I'm not EVE-famous, I'm a 6 month old character who has a trigger happy mouse and a passion for shooting people. And apparently I'm not a bad pilot- which is always good. I'm not in a massive corp, and I'm one pirate in low sec in one of the slowly decreasing in traffic areas of New Eden- Molden Heath.
It's going to be the people with the lots of followers, the sweet-talkers, the people with lots of blog readers... they're the ones who are going to win. The ones with the big corps and alliances, with people who vote for corp mates just out of principle. And you know what? CCP wants the voting to be fair. I see the point, but its not gonna do a very good job.
You can vote up, or you can vote down. Voting down in the first place is just all bad. Who's to say someone I shot randomly one day isn't gonna come to the page (which I have linked in my bio) and vote it down just out of spite. So there's an up for the carebears and 'good' people already. The popular people, who are not hated, have bunches of ISK and have a well-established place in this game. As a wiser corp mate said earlier in the day, soon EVE is just going to be a mining simulator if they're not careful.
It's all a popularity contest, and whichever way you look at it, that's not really fair.
My other nit-pick with this particular site is- who's gonna go through 75 pages of stories, with about 10 stories on each page. No one. If you've got a good story that happens to load on the front page, you're set. It's sucky. No one will ever take that story away from me, but it'd be nice if the littler people got heard sometimes you know?
I'm nobody in this massive game that spans countries and languages and cultures. I'm one tiny little pixel-y dot. But I have things I can say, and they could be heard too.
And that makes me sound narcissistic. Go figure :P But you know what I mean....
There's one thing I'm starting to realise about EVE Online, that isn't so pleasant to be honest.
As much as I love this game, it is becoming more apparent that the bigger your corp is, the more power it has, and therefore, it has more of a say/effect on the development of this game. The more EVE-famous you are, the more attention you get... (and seemingly, the likelihood of you starting a blog goes up incredibly quickly).
While I understand this is the way of the game and even, indeed, the world, it doesn't make it any less pleasant. This small niggling has been triggered into full-scale annoyance by this new 'EVE True Stories'.
I get the concept, and its a good one. I really, really like the idea. As a writer, player and incredibly small-time blogger, I appreciate when people tell their stories, and write their ideas and thoughts down. Sometimes, if they're really good, I read them myself. But this has got to a new level of annoying.
Of course I submitted a story, in fact, I submitted two after I decided the first one was boring and not nearly as interesting. This second one I love. It was one of the best nights of my EVE life- the day I first tried out my beloved Jaguar. The Fleet of Awesome. I like to think my writing is pretty good too, and at least somewhat entertaining.
But here's the thing- this is a tiny blog. In its lifetime its had ~450 views. To ~14 posts (I can't be bothered counting). I'm not EVE-famous, I'm a 6 month old character who has a trigger happy mouse and a passion for shooting people. And apparently I'm not a bad pilot- which is always good. I'm not in a massive corp, and I'm one pirate in low sec in one of the slowly decreasing in traffic areas of New Eden- Molden Heath.
It's going to be the people with the lots of followers, the sweet-talkers, the people with lots of blog readers... they're the ones who are going to win. The ones with the big corps and alliances, with people who vote for corp mates just out of principle. And you know what? CCP wants the voting to be fair. I see the point, but its not gonna do a very good job.
You can vote up, or you can vote down. Voting down in the first place is just all bad. Who's to say someone I shot randomly one day isn't gonna come to the page (which I have linked in my bio) and vote it down just out of spite. So there's an up for the carebears and 'good' people already. The popular people, who are not hated, have bunches of ISK and have a well-established place in this game. As a wiser corp mate said earlier in the day, soon EVE is just going to be a mining simulator if they're not careful.
It's all a popularity contest, and whichever way you look at it, that's not really fair.
My other nit-pick with this particular site is- who's gonna go through 75 pages of stories, with about 10 stories on each page. No one. If you've got a good story that happens to load on the front page, you're set. It's sucky. No one will ever take that story away from me, but it'd be nice if the littler people got heard sometimes you know?
I'm nobody in this massive game that spans countries and languages and cultures. I'm one tiny little pixel-y dot. But I have things I can say, and they could be heard too.
And that makes me sound narcissistic. Go figure :P But you know what I mean....
Monday, May 6, 2013
Random Screenshots- EVE Photography
I posted these before, but the layout and messiness was annoying me, so here they are again, prettier and neater- and more condensed. Hehe. This is my version of photography- one of my real life hobbies.
And I made my blog pretty ^.^ What do you think?
(AUTHORS NOTE: I need your opinion, dear readers, how few or many you may be. Do you reckon I should do other posts not so EVE related? Something about my photography or university or everyday life? What do you think? Comment please! ^.^)
Anyways, here ya go! :D
And I made my blog pretty ^.^ What do you think?
(AUTHORS NOTE: I need your opinion, dear readers, how few or many you may be. Do you reckon I should do other posts not so EVE related? Something about my photography or university or everyday life? What do you think? Comment please! ^.^)
Anyways, here ya go! :D
Sunday, May 5, 2013
The Battle Before the FFA- The Saga of Being Me. (Plus an IMPORTANT NOTE at the end ^.^)
Hehe. I know a lot of people complain about the Tuckers Frigate Free for All, mostly the people who get podded the most, or the ones that get blapped by the against-the-rules-smartbombers, but I had a helluvalot of fun myself! But before the event... it was a saga in itself just setting up. Here's the story of the last 24 hours of my life (as of 24 hours ago! haha) :P
Moving ships over into the Jovainnon area from Molden Heath was just almost too much trouble. Like literally, too much trouble. :P I did almost give up before the event had even started. It was an event in its own right. I initially had forgotten about the FFA altogether. My good friend reminded me a little more than 24 hours before the event, so I figured there was heaps of time to move stuff..... ahh yeah.....
Noobness is my middle name!
Moving 6 Slashers to Arnon (the nearest high sec system) in my carebear alt (cause I don't wanna jump into low sec with an almost defenceless Hoarder)- a total of 72 jumps- was a boring nightmare in itself. I even set autopilot for a few jumps while I went to go make toast! All through high sec systems in a high security status character- so all good, but boring as anything.
I managed to move the ships to Arnon without any annoying events, got excited I was done moving and promptly swapped to Naughty- who was still in Bos. I chose my trusty, starting-to-rust-Thrasher sitting unused in station as my transport vessel (figured I could use it in the event). Eagerly undocking, I made the 18 jumps again, much quicker, docking in the lesser used station in Arnon, because for Naughty, the Sister of EVE station would be just asking for trouble. Of course, I wouldn't wanna be jumping in and out of high sec for the whole event, so I looked at my ships and decided that maybe they'd be better in Adirain. I have an undock for the CBD station in there, and figured its only a couple of jumps out of Jov... how hard could it be?
So I - still eagerly- fitted up my six ships and started jumping them into Adirain one by one (the low sec system next to Arnon), which just happens to be one of the main bases of R1FTA- my ex corp (and seemingly the majority of my readers :P). It was only after moving these ships that I decided to chat about my strategy in Free Molden Heath (FMH) channel, and asked- rather foolishly in hindsight- whether it would be better to move the ships into Jov itself instead.
Umm.... of course it would be the smart idea. *facepalms*
By this point, I was sick of moving ships. It was getting later in the evening, I'd been doing the trip for approx 2 hours straight and considering the event was at 4am that morning- in about 5 hours from then, I was bummed. But it was because of my own silliness.. so I sucked it up. Then noticed Groggolog in system.
Now good ol Grog is an awesome guy in R1FTA, and I wondered if maybe... just maybe.. he'd be willing to help. He was always one of the people I got along with, so why not. :P Turning on the charm (because it just works better :P) I asked if he wouldn't mind helping (among mine and God's Apples friendly bantering). It was only two jumps, and the system in between Aeschee, wasn't so bad. And I promised I'd buy him a whore at the end of it (which I did do, I just need to get back there to move it to Adirain), which is just so worth it methinks ^.^ Hehe. So he was very nice (as he is) and helped me move two of the ships, jumping them manually into Jov... still while bantering with God's whenever we popped back into Adirain. hehe.
(AUTHORS NOTE: I didn't know at that point that the ships would be supplied at top station, so in my infinite wisdom, I moved them all into the bottom station.... -.-)
That done, I decided to do the important job of setting up an undock with one of the slashers in the new base of operations. There was one problem with this though.... other people were moving ships into Jov weren't they, and I'm a flashy red character, burning away from station to make an undock. Foolishly, I look away for a few seconds once I'm about 40km out, and don't notice the Condor that just warped in behind me and decided I looked suffiently juicy. Blap. End of that slashers. One of poor steeds had been rudely shot in the back. Yeah it was my fault, I noticed quick enough to get the pod out, but it was no less annoying. 1 of my precious slashers down, 5 to go....
Deciding to set my clone base to the area of course was also very important. I knew podding was against the rules, but you can never quite trust those damn pirates completely :P And I didn't want to end up all the way back in MH from some unpleasant surprise. It was while I was looking for the station in Aeschee (the next system over) with the medical clone base thing that I noticed Arianne Stone (another R1FTA members and a fellow female to boot) talking in the FMH channel about how she'd jumped into a clean clone just in case....
I felt my stomach drop. Honestly, I didn't know whether to cry or laugh. Looking at my character sheet to confirm the inevitable- and in a desperate grasp at hope- I groaned when I saw the implants. Good God kill me now. And where was my clean clone....? In Klingt. Even further into Molden Heath than Bos from my location.
I admit I may have jumped into Adirain, docked at the CBD in my pod, and had a tiny little rant of swearing in local- much to the amusement of my ex corp-mates :P But, deciding it wasn't worth getting too peeved, I just jumped, shutting up and appearing in Klingt.
I picked up my Jaguar in a moment of brilliance, figuring that my baby could make an undock quicker than anyone would catch me (which ended up working perfectly in the end- go figure), and started the trip back to Aeschee to set my now CLEAN clone to the neighbor system, which I did without hassle.
Now, by this point it was about midnight, and one of the downsides of living at home is not being in control of your life completely. My parents like the idea of a timer- the sort that sits between the plug of the selected appliance and the wall socket and decides to turn off and on again whenever its told. This thing is the bane of my existence. Tired and angry at the unfairness of the world and the evilness of my parents (after they refused to turn it back on, even though it was a Saturday night and I has ACTUALLY explained the event- or tried to anyways), I sat and moped for a bit, looking all pathetic and sad... until dad went to bed.
(AUTHORS NOTE: Hell forbid my parents see this.... >.> <.<)
A quick wrestle with the timer- namely, ruthlessly ripping it out of the wall, I managed to log back on by about 12:30am, tired and a little cranky now though, lets be honest. I finished the important business of making an undock without anymore hassles- the Jag got it done so quickly- and made the decision to try and get at least a few hours sleep. It was that or pull an all-nighter- which I didn't feel so inclined to do. So after almost 18 hours awake and countless jumps (admittedly most due to my being stupid and not thinking lol), I fell asleep, setting my alarm for 3am- an hour before the event was due to start. I almost slept through it. No kidding... Gosh I would have kicked myself for that.
Now.... *deep breath* the actual event! The build-up was exciting, watching people I knew and those who I didn't and had heard of, and those who I had no idea about hopped into the rapidly filling system. I was half asleep for the first half an hour and I think I drifted in and out of sleep- I can't remember now. Either way, I was there when they told us top station would provide ships, how to get them, that we weren't allowed anything other than t1 frigs until they said, and then finally, after long last, the ever awaited... GO!
Everyone undocked- some eager ones starting as soon as they could, shooting wildly on station, while the rest of us warped to the top belt as was instructed. I chose to go in at 70km just to be different :P Then the madness ensued.
I couldn't honestly say what exactly was going on. I can't really remember now. In this newfound orgy of PvP (as I dubbed it), the sea of ever increasing wrecks surrounding me, I just found myself shooting at anything and everything in reach, seeing how many kills I could whore on before I got blapped myself. My slashers were gone in about 5 minutes, and I have to say, the Tuskers were very much on the ball with the frig handouts. X-ing up for a Minmatar ship got me one in about 30 seconds max.
It was madness- there was a smartbombing Thanatos that showed up unbidden, and a cruiser gang that crashed the party, claiming to be supporters of Rixx Javix, there to screw up the event. (AUTHORS NOTE: I'm not even getting into that madness. That drama can deal with itself XD If you wanna see it, find it :P) This all in the middle of all these frigates flying randomly around system, shooting everything in sight, just like I was, corp mates and blues alike fare game.
It was exhilarating, like starting my PvP life again- a new character in a t1 frigate, going out to try and kill as many fellow pirates as possible. Its intoxicating.. and fun as all hell!!! :D (And I totally ended up just casually shooting at the Thanny and a few of the cruisers just so I could get on the mails when the Tuskers blapped them :P).
In the end, I got on 42 kills in total. A wonderful number if I do say so myself ^.^ Hehe. It means something- 42. I win Life, the Universe and Everything now. ;)
I didn't get to shoot at Peri (dammit!) and I only got one other R1FTA guy (No hard feelings Daathen!!! XD :P), but other than that, it was epic fun all round :) I'm so gonna do it again. I'm just gonna be totally ahead of my own game next time :P And less likely to jump through gates over 100 times in the process.... XD
Every experience in EVE is a learning opportunity, and this was a big one. Particularly when I woke up the next day, after about 3 hours sleep and found out I'd forgotten to update my clone the two times I got podded by those annoying people breaking the rules, just simply undocked all excited to go and claim my next free frigate!
......... Yeah you read it right :P
One day I'll learn my lesson. Having to train Battlecruisers up to Level V AGAIN, might have that effect :P
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IMPORTANT NOTE!! My Dear readers, If you managed to get through this post, I salute you. It was long and I wrote it without proofreading because I am tired right now :P What I would REALLY love is for you- yes, you- to help me out, and vote for my True Stories when the voting opens (today at some point methinks).
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Moving ships over into the Jovainnon area from Molden Heath was just almost too much trouble. Like literally, too much trouble. :P I did almost give up before the event had even started. It was an event in its own right. I initially had forgotten about the FFA altogether. My good friend reminded me a little more than 24 hours before the event, so I figured there was heaps of time to move stuff..... ahh yeah.....
Noobness is my middle name!
Moving 6 Slashers to Arnon (the nearest high sec system) in my carebear alt (cause I don't wanna jump into low sec with an almost defenceless Hoarder)- a total of 72 jumps- was a boring nightmare in itself. I even set autopilot for a few jumps while I went to go make toast! All through high sec systems in a high security status character- so all good, but boring as anything.
I managed to move the ships to Arnon without any annoying events, got excited I was done moving and promptly swapped to Naughty- who was still in Bos. I chose my trusty, starting-to-rust-Thrasher sitting unused in station as my transport vessel (figured I could use it in the event). Eagerly undocking, I made the 18 jumps again, much quicker, docking in the lesser used station in Arnon, because for Naughty, the Sister of EVE station would be just asking for trouble. Of course, I wouldn't wanna be jumping in and out of high sec for the whole event, so I looked at my ships and decided that maybe they'd be better in Adirain. I have an undock for the CBD station in there, and figured its only a couple of jumps out of Jov... how hard could it be?
So I - still eagerly- fitted up my six ships and started jumping them into Adirain one by one (the low sec system next to Arnon), which just happens to be one of the main bases of R1FTA- my ex corp (and seemingly the majority of my readers :P). It was only after moving these ships that I decided to chat about my strategy in Free Molden Heath (FMH) channel, and asked- rather foolishly in hindsight- whether it would be better to move the ships into Jov itself instead.
Umm.... of course it would be the smart idea. *facepalms*
By this point, I was sick of moving ships. It was getting later in the evening, I'd been doing the trip for approx 2 hours straight and considering the event was at 4am that morning- in about 5 hours from then, I was bummed. But it was because of my own silliness.. so I sucked it up. Then noticed Groggolog in system.
Now good ol Grog is an awesome guy in R1FTA, and I wondered if maybe... just maybe.. he'd be willing to help. He was always one of the people I got along with, so why not. :P Turning on the charm (because it just works better :P) I asked if he wouldn't mind helping (among mine and God's Apples friendly bantering). It was only two jumps, and the system in between Aeschee, wasn't so bad. And I promised I'd buy him a whore at the end of it (which I did do, I just need to get back there to move it to Adirain), which is just so worth it methinks ^.^ Hehe. So he was very nice (as he is) and helped me move two of the ships, jumping them manually into Jov... still while bantering with God's whenever we popped back into Adirain. hehe.
(AUTHORS NOTE: I didn't know at that point that the ships would be supplied at top station, so in my infinite wisdom, I moved them all into the bottom station.... -.-)
That done, I decided to do the important job of setting up an undock with one of the slashers in the new base of operations. There was one problem with this though.... other people were moving ships into Jov weren't they, and I'm a flashy red character, burning away from station to make an undock. Foolishly, I look away for a few seconds once I'm about 40km out, and don't notice the Condor that just warped in behind me and decided I looked suffiently juicy. Blap. End of that slashers. One of poor steeds had been rudely shot in the back. Yeah it was my fault, I noticed quick enough to get the pod out, but it was no less annoying. 1 of my precious slashers down, 5 to go....
Deciding to set my clone base to the area of course was also very important. I knew podding was against the rules, but you can never quite trust those damn pirates completely :P And I didn't want to end up all the way back in MH from some unpleasant surprise. It was while I was looking for the station in Aeschee (the next system over) with the medical clone base thing that I noticed Arianne Stone (another R1FTA members and a fellow female to boot) talking in the FMH channel about how she'd jumped into a clean clone just in case....
I felt my stomach drop. Honestly, I didn't know whether to cry or laugh. Looking at my character sheet to confirm the inevitable- and in a desperate grasp at hope- I groaned when I saw the implants. Good God kill me now. And where was my clean clone....? In Klingt. Even further into Molden Heath than Bos from my location.
I admit I may have jumped into Adirain, docked at the CBD in my pod, and had a tiny little rant of swearing in local- much to the amusement of my ex corp-mates :P But, deciding it wasn't worth getting too peeved, I just jumped, shutting up and appearing in Klingt.
I picked up my Jaguar in a moment of brilliance, figuring that my baby could make an undock quicker than anyone would catch me (which ended up working perfectly in the end- go figure), and started the trip back to Aeschee to set my now CLEAN clone to the neighbor system, which I did without hassle.
Now, by this point it was about midnight, and one of the downsides of living at home is not being in control of your life completely. My parents like the idea of a timer- the sort that sits between the plug of the selected appliance and the wall socket and decides to turn off and on again whenever its told. This thing is the bane of my existence. Tired and angry at the unfairness of the world and the evilness of my parents (after they refused to turn it back on, even though it was a Saturday night and I has ACTUALLY explained the event- or tried to anyways), I sat and moped for a bit, looking all pathetic and sad... until dad went to bed.
(AUTHORS NOTE: Hell forbid my parents see this.... >.> <.<)
A quick wrestle with the timer- namely, ruthlessly ripping it out of the wall, I managed to log back on by about 12:30am, tired and a little cranky now though, lets be honest. I finished the important business of making an undock without anymore hassles- the Jag got it done so quickly- and made the decision to try and get at least a few hours sleep. It was that or pull an all-nighter- which I didn't feel so inclined to do. So after almost 18 hours awake and countless jumps (admittedly most due to my being stupid and not thinking lol), I fell asleep, setting my alarm for 3am- an hour before the event was due to start. I almost slept through it. No kidding... Gosh I would have kicked myself for that.
Now.... *deep breath* the actual event! The build-up was exciting, watching people I knew and those who I didn't and had heard of, and those who I had no idea about hopped into the rapidly filling system. I was half asleep for the first half an hour and I think I drifted in and out of sleep- I can't remember now. Either way, I was there when they told us top station would provide ships, how to get them, that we weren't allowed anything other than t1 frigs until they said, and then finally, after long last, the ever awaited... GO!
Everyone undocked- some eager ones starting as soon as they could, shooting wildly on station, while the rest of us warped to the top belt as was instructed. I chose to go in at 70km just to be different :P Then the madness ensued.
I couldn't honestly say what exactly was going on. I can't really remember now. In this newfound orgy of PvP (as I dubbed it), the sea of ever increasing wrecks surrounding me, I just found myself shooting at anything and everything in reach, seeing how many kills I could whore on before I got blapped myself. My slashers were gone in about 5 minutes, and I have to say, the Tuskers were very much on the ball with the frig handouts. X-ing up for a Minmatar ship got me one in about 30 seconds max.
It was madness- there was a smartbombing Thanatos that showed up unbidden, and a cruiser gang that crashed the party, claiming to be supporters of Rixx Javix, there to screw up the event. (AUTHORS NOTE: I'm not even getting into that madness. That drama can deal with itself XD If you wanna see it, find it :P) This all in the middle of all these frigates flying randomly around system, shooting everything in sight, just like I was, corp mates and blues alike fare game.
It was exhilarating, like starting my PvP life again- a new character in a t1 frigate, going out to try and kill as many fellow pirates as possible. Its intoxicating.. and fun as all hell!!! :D (And I totally ended up just casually shooting at the Thanny and a few of the cruisers just so I could get on the mails when the Tuskers blapped them :P).
In the end, I got on 42 kills in total. A wonderful number if I do say so myself ^.^ Hehe. It means something- 42. I win Life, the Universe and Everything now. ;)
I didn't get to shoot at Peri (dammit!) and I only got one other R1FTA guy (No hard feelings Daathen!!! XD :P), but other than that, it was epic fun all round :) I'm so gonna do it again. I'm just gonna be totally ahead of my own game next time :P And less likely to jump through gates over 100 times in the process.... XD
Every experience in EVE is a learning opportunity, and this was a big one. Particularly when I woke up the next day, after about 3 hours sleep and found out I'd forgotten to update my clone the two times I got podded by those annoying people breaking the rules, just simply undocked all excited to go and claim my next free frigate!
......... Yeah you read it right :P
One day I'll learn my lesson. Having to train Battlecruisers up to Level V AGAIN, might have that effect :P
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IMPORTANT NOTE!! My Dear readers, If you managed to get through this post, I salute you. It was long and I wrote it without proofreading because I am tired right now :P What I would REALLY love is for you- yes, you- to help me out, and vote for my True Stories when the voting opens (today at some point methinks).
https://truestories.eveonline.com/ideas/768-the-big-cat-of-molden-heath
I'd very much appreciate it ^.^
FLY DANGEROUS MY FRIENDS! o7 ^.^
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Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Naughty Cargo- Woman, Pilot, Space Pirate.
This was written for a university assignment- totally legit! How epic is this course?!!! :D If its a good one, I'll let you know what mark I got when I get it back :P Oh, and I had to change names and the like- like 'CONCORD' to 'Republic Fleet' to help those who don't play EVE to understand. You know what its like trying to understand this game :P
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Walking towards her quarters, the space pirate known as Naughty Cargo
chuckled to herself. She had had a great run today, covering her usual grounds
and getting a good number of kills. The asteroid ‘care bear’ miners, their
lasers eating away at the resources they craved, were no challenge for the
blasters her ship held. She had successfully evaded the Republic Fleet, the
defenders of high security space, and had even discovered a new route through
her regular systems that would carve her travel time in half.
Her worn boots echoed along the dimly lit hallway, the iron grid on the
ground causing a metallic ring with each step. The ships corridors seemed
dimmer than usual, the place getting older and more run down with each passing
day. She’d have to dock up somewhere to get some decent repairs. But never mind
that now- it was time to relax and look over today’s loot.
Reaching the quarters she called her own, Naughty swept her hand across
the scanner that opened the lock and stepped into the room, about to drop her
bag on the chair next to the door. The movement stopped in its tracks as her
eyes fell on the back of the room, and the door to her personal chamber hanging
open, ripped off its hinges.
Without even thinking, her hand slipped to the holster and picked up the
pistol that hung conveniently off her belt. Her eyes quickly took in the rest
of the room, the main area of her quarters undisturbed. She crossed the room in
a few long steps, flinging herself into the doorway, her arm outstretched with
the weapon at the ready. Seeing no one in the room she straightened up, only to
feel her heart drop in response. The drawers next to the bed were wide open,
the contents spread all over the floor. She stepped forward, dropping to her
knees and discarding the pistol. Rummaging through her most precious
possessions, she prayed silently to some God she didn’t know. Let it be there…
With a loud cry Naughty rested her head on the floor in front of her,
shutting her eyes tight and clenching her fists. Lying just in front of her,
there was a small mahogany box, the lid ripped rudely off. It’s ornately carved
stars and planets couldn’t conceal the damage that had been done, and the set of
jewelry that was missing. The pirate could feel her chest restricting, and
though her eyes suddenly felt hot, no tears escaped. No.
In space, there is no room for tears. Life on the fringe of the galaxy,
a pirate and an outcast, hunted for her bounty, had taught her that tears
helped no one and that you really have to look out for number one first and
foremost, a fact she had demonstrated on more than one occasion.
There had been a charming, seemingly kind man, not long ago, who had
taught her the joy that could come from the life they both led. He, in his all-knowing way, had taught
her how to trust and how asking for help is alright. It was a pity His caring had all been a big farce. As
such, she had an idea where this particular set of jewelry had gone. There was
only one person that knew how important the heirlooms were to her and one
person who had ever seen this personal section of her hideout. She kicked the
box across the room as she stood back up and turned to face the door again, her
mouth set in a tight line and her eyes steady, an almost eerie calm taking over
her whole persona. No use sitting and agonizing over what was lost. It was time
to deal with what was accessible. And she knew exactly what she had to do.
Picking up her pistol, leaving the room as it was, she strode back out,
making a beeline for the main entrance to the command ships hangar. The man
slumped just inside the main access door looked up as she approached, and a shriek
could heard as she grabbed the man’s shirt at the collar and tugged as hard as
she could. She looked straight into the coward’s eyes and spoke one word.
“Who?”
The man squirmed a little, testing her grasp and allowing it to tighten
even more. His eyes flickered to the door as he mumbled a few words, and she
leant forward, her eyes still focused on his with a firm determination. “C’mon!
Out with it Burke! How much did they pay you, you good for nothing scum?”
Burke glanced up at her and spoke again, his voice trembling. “The Chain
paid me off. 2 million ISK. A guy they called Ty.”
Her eyes flickered with a sudden anger and the man gulped, having never
seen the woman this furious. He tried to get away again and she pulled him
forwards, knocking him off his balance. Tugging him to the door, she threw it
open and shoved him forward, kicking his back. Drawing her pistol out she
pressed it to his back and felt him stiffen, standing up slowly and holding his
hands out.
“Move.”
He complied without saying anything and very soon the man known as Burke
was in an auto pod, on his way to the outer asteroid rim, most likely never to
return.
Naughty took a deep breath as she watched the pod warp out of the area,
the trail from it causing a slight tremble to rattle through the body of the
main ship as it passed. To anyone who would be watching, it seemed as if the
tremble ran through Naughty’s own body too, but the human eye was often quick
to trick the mind. Nothing made Naughty Cargo tremble.
She strode to the other side of the hangar from the auto pod bay and all
but slammed her fist down on the access pad next to the large door. She laid
her hand for a moment on the outside of her trusty assault ship- the Jaguar. It
had served her well, and would serve her well today. With no word to her
second-in-command, she boarded the smaller ship and took the pilot’s seat, the
worn leather providing a sudden comfort. This trip would be a quick one.
Undocking without a thought, Naughty let the never-ending void of space
take hold of the Jaguar, setting a course for the ship to follow, a veteran of
such things. The co-ordinates were easy to remember- He had made sure of that. Surely He had known she would come after Him after discovering this betrayal. With a wry smile, the pirate
realised this was probably what He
wanted. Shrugging, she watched space go by like a sped up black and white movie,
not caring how long the trip took or what was around. Her usually active
scanner stayed dormant as her mind calmed itself. Hunting was not the target of
this evening.
Feeling the Jaguar shudder around her as it neared its destination, the
woman took one last deep breath and steeled herself more than usual. Pirate.
That was what she was, and always would be. This would be a piece of cake. Or
at least, that’s what Naughty was going to tell herself.
Seeing the asteroid and its almost clinical buildings appear didn’t
break her resolve. The lack of enemy ships didn’t really surprise her. He had always been slightly too cocky
for his own good.
Gently guiding the Jaguar into a nearby docking ring, Naughty looked out
at the complex. Two rugged looking men were approaching through the clear
hallway that connected the ring to the main complex. Good- they shouldn’t be too much work. Setting the ship down, she
waited, opening the outer door after the ring had closed its entrance. The
hired mercenaries approached the unknown Jaguar, watching the open space in the
hull warily. Hesitating for a moment, the bigger of the two moved closer,
sticking his head into the open space, a knife in his hand.
Naughty didn’t hesitate- she grabbed the first man and pulled him
forward, slamming his head into the wall as hard as she could, his own momentum
cementing his fate. Taking the first man’s knife, she jerked her wrist,
throwing the weapon straight at the second man. His warning shout was cut short
as the blade embedded itself between his eyes.
The pirates’ eyes seemed to grow even harder as she stepped over the
corpses, her movements fluid and quick. Moving down the corridor, she stopped
for a moment in front of the sealed titanium door. Praying again to that
unknown God, Naughty opened the barrier in front of her. She didn’t even flinch
at the face standing on the other side- the man who had stolen more than just
her jewelry.
Ty smiled at the woman in front of him.
The space pirate known as Naughty Cargo didn’t even hesitate as she drew
her gun and pulled the trigger.
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Hunting Deadly Cat in the Night (reposted from Sugar Kyle)
I totally only JUST noticed this post- almost a month after it was written! xD Go figure :P But I keep re-reading it and, cause I love it and it makes me smile :D (and its totally making me look epic ;) hehehe) So here goes :P
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This is more than a tale about Jaguars. It is a story about Jaguar girl
power. If this causes hives and a burning sensation I can only advise
taking some diphenhydramine and some type of soothing cream before you try to read this.
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Hunting Deadly Cat in the Night
This is more than a tale about Jaguars. It is a story about Jaguar girl
power. If this causes hives and a burning sensation I can only advise
taking some diphenhydramine and some type of soothing cream before you try to read this.
Naughty Cargo was having a bad thrasher day. She is new to the corp.
She started with R1FTA and is focused into her smaller ships. However,
it was just a bad Thrasher day for her. She kept losing them. After
she lost the last one and was really down I looked at her problem and
decided I had a solution.
Jaguars.
See, Naughty was not losing her Thrashers because she is stupid. It
is because she needed a better align time, agility and speed then she
was getting. Destroyers are a great concept but for running as light,
fast tackle they leave a lot to be desired.
We were docked back up and resorting the fleet. I had done some
shopping the other day, so I tossed her my Jaguar in a buffered fit and
told her to give it a whirl. A few moments later she is in joy on coms
over the speed and agility. Yup, problem located and better ship
installed.
It was one of those days when fleets are in and out. With Naughty refit
we were back out and our first test was a group of Ishtar doing a site.
They ignored or did not see the combat probes. Ren was flying an
interceptor and he and a drake were sent in to pin them down. As he
established point Naughty and I hit warp, landed, burned through the
first room, landed, and established secondary points as the rest of the
fleet piled in. We lost one of the three and their logistics ship
bailed at full speed. Not bad considering the sheer amount of time it
took us to get to them.
Working with another Jaguar is fun. Naughty and I
have complementary flying styles. Working with more than just me as
tackle is amazing. With the interceptor and two assault frigs we
were ridiculously good at chasing things down. This came to light a bit
later. It was two in the morning for me, and I wanted to stay with the
fleet but I had to start to readjust my schedule for work on Monday.
I've been off for a week and the thought of a zombie Monday morning back
to work at six in the morning was unappealing. I had a mature moment.
Fortunaly, it was somewhat short lived. The fleet was reforming with a
few new additions and waiting for people to catch up. As I left to go
dock, I passed through a Talos, Tornado, Scythe fleet. It was only two
jumps away from the boys and it seemed to be heading towards them. I
turned around and they sent a scout to peek to find them at range from
the gate. The fleet went to the gate and started to work on a warp in
when they warped to the gate, turned around, and headed back to where I
was.
It was an unexpected pincer situation. I had planned on leaving but I
could not resist. The FC sent the interceptor and Naughty in her Jaguar
to try to catch them. As they raced across system the gate I was
sitting on fired and a Tornado decloaked 28k off of me. I had a point.
It was a very simple situation.
I pointed the Tornado and started to try to stay alive while the Talos
tried to blap me off. Ren came in his Ares with Naughty right behind in
the Jaguar. Suddenly, Ren made a mistake that lost him his ship. He
thought they were running so burned to chase, lost transversal and was
instapoped by the Tornado. Naughty grabbed the Talos and the fleet
started to burn them down. The Tornado started to burn and I was doing
all sorts of weird range things trying to avoid both him and the Talos.
Thankfully the Talos went down, the Scythe died at some bit and they
finished taking out the Tornado with me in low shields from a few lucky
shots.
I went off to bed and Naughty wound up having a fantastic night as the
primary tackle without losing her ship. What she had been trying to do
in the Thrasher the Thrasher just could not do for her. With a bit of a
ship change her entire fighting concept snapped into focus. When I
logged in it was to people telling me what an excellent tackle job she
did for the fleet, landing them several important kills and getting off
the field when she needed to.
Good job all around. This is the fun part. Even if the bitter vets,
with their crustiness complain that the Jaguar used to be better, its
what newer players have and we work with what we have. I think we are
finding success in it.
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Null-Sec... boring?
Now, ever since I started this game, null sec has been this big scary place on the outskirts of space that if you go into it, you'll lose your pod one way or another, whether you want to or not. I don't know who first told me this, but early on null sec space was/is this big scary space that just shouldn't be jumped into lightly. In fact, unless you had a very good reason for doing do, or had a fleet behind you, just avoid it altogether. Yes there's no gate guns, but apparently it would be death regardless. And don't even start me on bubbles. Bubbles were the most terrifying of all- these traps where you would get caught and not be able to warp off. To a new PVP'er like me, that just sounded horribly scary. So no null sec for me.
There were very few roams in R1FTA that actually went through null. I know there was a few, but I'd always avoid them at all costs. When an offshoot of R1DER was made- Crimson Reach- a bunch of people ventured into null sec, following Kaeda Maxwell- one of the main players in the alliance at the time. Deciding again, that was a little too out of my depth, I stayed with R1FTA and avoided null at all costs, like usual.
In hindsight, the reason null would kill me invariably is because I was in a frigate. Plain and simple. Even in low sec flying around a solo frigate was fraught with peril. In null.. caught in a bubble... no chance. Your pod is gone before you can blink. But anyways...
Moving from R1FTA to ThC, there didn't seem to be too much of a change. Yeah the odd people went into null now and then, but it wasn't really an active thing, and considering I had only just moved, and didn't know any better, null to me was still that scary insta-pop place. Then came 7-2. These guys have lots of bigger fleets than we do, having more people with bigger ships in general. They would often venture into null, and sometimes ThC members would tag along. I still actively avoided these fleets, and at one point, even though I was directly asked to come along as tackle, I fobbed it off, making some lame excuse about how I had to go.... ewww.
I told myself then and there that it wouldn't happen again, and next time there was a fleet into null sec, I'd go. About a week after this- last week... or this week? (days are blurring together :P)- there was my opportunity. I joined fleet and got all ready with my faithful jag, all excited and psyched. A lot of ThC would be coming too, as well as my best friend. I figured, why the hell not. I have no excuse this time, and nothing better to do, so lets do this. I had a Sugar in her Jag there as well, and I figured that whatever I did wrong, maybe she could make up for... (hehe guilty.)
Jumping into null for the first time, I could feel my heart beating really fast, and I swear I had butterflies in my stomach. The scout ahead called out that there was a bubble on the out gate of B-VIP9, and I listened silently as we were told to warp to a bounce above the gate. My hand shook slightly as I warped with the fleet, bouncing ahead in front of the bigger ships, quicker to land as usual. And there it was- a bubble. They don't look nearly as menacing as they sound to be honest.
True to their name, they look just like bubbles, shifting slightly as if rippling with some sort of unseen wind, just sitting there all casual, minding its own business. They're very blue too. Relaxing a little, I started properly looking around and I had to smile at the black space contrasting with orangey-red of Minmitar space. Gosh it looks striking. Every time I go into null now I have to look back and look at it. Speaking of which, I have this actual full screenshot as my wallpaper on my laptop at the moment: (which causes a little confusion occasionally when I minimize EVE... hehe)
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The second time I went into null- again with 7-2 and members of ThC, was today. This morning, to be exact. I woke up, sat up in bed, snuggled up in my blankets, turned on EVE and saw that a fleet was about to happen. Sugar asked if I wanted to come along as a second tackle, and I agreed, thinking it could be a nice morning, and that I really wanted to kill something :P (as you do in the mornings hehe). So I got into my jag, undocked and went to group up. We moved out pretty quickly, moving as one fleet towards our target system. This time, it was for a different purpose- they were going to put up their own tower. This meant placing bubbles on the way, which didn't end up happening much I don't think, but anyways, that's beside the point. I thought we were doing alright, if not being bored again, until we got to system and got told that SneakyBadger had been left behind. I was told/asked to go back and meet him at the system he was in, to be a sort of scout. It was about here that things got really confusing. The fleet got into a fight as me and hercules went back to find Sneaky. Somehow, he must have jumped right past us, because I got to the system he was supposed to be in no problems, listening to the fight on comms the whole way, but he wasn't there. Quickly we established that he was now part of the fight, and heading back quickly we jumped back into the system.
I had no idea where to go, so I just warped to Sugar. Seeing about 4 big ships, I just jumped straight in, stayed out of smartbomb range and started shooting so at least if they got any (which they didn't- while I was around anyways), I'd be on the mail. Just as they were warping off, a big group warped in, and everyone retreated to the tower shield before we got blapped. A few people weren't so lucky, but most of us just held our ground (which they didn't really expect) and watched as they killed the bunch of bubbles that had been put there. Well... that was boring. Just orbiting the tower we waited.. and waited... and waited to go home hehe. On the way back, nothing came up, so we got back to Bos no problems. Figures. I'd let to get some action I can actually fight at some point here. See what null's really about.
Until then, Ima see you in your pod in low sec ^.^
Oh, and don't do a dessie 1v1 with Xerxes.... he'll kill you :P
AND I TOTALLY MADE IT TO -10!!!! :D (On my character sheet at least :P)
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