I'm bad at blogging. I mean I like writing and stuff but I'm the worst at actually sitting down and putting out my thoughts. Maybe I'll be able to keep up with it this time, I know I'd love to, but that's precisely what I think every time I decide I want to get this project started again. We'll see I guess.
Anyway, I've been thinking a lot about the player stories aspect to EVE. You know, the whole first decade book of stories CCP compiled? The various nefarious deeds committed by the likes of Haargoth Agamar/Mittens, Helicity Boson, m0o corp and others. Even the random snippets of story that you hear about talking to folks and perusing forums and blogs. Like Psychotic Monk's musings on his own brand of piracy: link.
Anyway, I've been thinking a lot about the player stories aspect to EVE. You know, the whole first decade book of stories CCP compiled? The various nefarious deeds committed by the likes of Haargoth Agamar/Mittens, Helicity Boson, m0o corp and others. Even the random snippets of story that you hear about talking to folks and perusing forums and blogs. Like Psychotic Monk's musings on his own brand of piracy: link.
So I figured I would chronicle Damay's life in New Eden here. I fully expect this to be a wall of text that few but myself would want to read but, at least it will be here for me if I ever want to reminisce. TL;DR: Damay was born, he killed things.
I found EVE in real life between my junior and senior years of high school. It was a banner add on LineRider or something and I was sitting alone in a hotel room. Turns out my girlfriend's mom didnt approve of me spend then night in the same room with my now ex (lame right?). I click on it and started going through the EVE Online website which, circa 2009, pretty much just consisted of the forums, chronicles and a wiki. I remember reading about pirates on the wiki and being amazed by this guy's story of how his presence. How a red skull on the overview could make men shudder and how a single pirate sitting on the undock of a station could lock the whole bitch down. I was hooked. I started up my account and was astounded by how complex everything was (I also definitely spent the first few weeks auto-piloting everywhere because I didn't realize you could warp to zero). Nevertheless I did the tutorial missions and on the way heard about Faction Warfare. I thought to myself, that would be a great way to learn the PvP aspect to this game before I embark on my epic piratical crusade. So naturally the first corp I joined was a highsec, carebear, ANTI-PIRATE corp. Sigh. I don't know why I did it. To be honest I guess I was drawn in by the minnie RP shit they had in their corp info and the fact that they accepted newbies. I sent in my humble app and within the hour I was in my first corp. Me, with my tiny little Burst, in a real EVE corp. Fucking. Badass.
My time in Adventurers was rather short. Ten days total I believe. I saw my first Stabber when I first joined and went on a level 2 mission with a group of the guys and thinking there's no way I'll ever be able to fly one of those, that's so cool! The honeymoon didn't last long of course and I started daydreaming about being a pirate again. I went out to lowsec to shoot rats and maybe get my chance to be a big bad piwate. The trip was short-lived. I saw the wolf on my overview and it seemed like a mere second before I was in my pod. It was finally time to try out FW and learn the trade of slaughter from professionals! I stayed for a day. However, my first kill was had in that day! Glorious sweatbreaking, hand shaking killing. To be honest I don't remember much about it besides feeling lost out in lowsec after the fleet disbanded.
I returned to Adventurers for another short stay during which a man by the name of White Voodoo took me under his wing and taught me a whole hell of a lot about the game. We became and still are good RL friends to this day. A couple days after my return, Voodoo invited me to join him in his small corp of friends from the meatspace. I was honored.
And so my time in The Scarlet Inquisition began. I learned soooo much about the basics of EVE during my time there. Yet again my time there was short though I may have stayed longer if real life didn't get in the way of the other three members, Voodoo included.
Not knowing where else to go I decided to start my own corp, Kel' ein. The name was a reference to The Faded Sun Trilogy by C. J. Cherryh if you were wondering. We had maybe 8-10 members total and we were baaaaa-ad. Typical newbish "We are a small group of friends who want to someday own space in lowsec and even further down the road in null!" type corp. Only one of us had any substantial amount of SP and it wasn't even me. Either way we did alright for ourselves I guess, mining ops, missioning, roaming (read dying in fires), etc. Until the day we got wardecced o.0 AHHH!
Dammit all though if we didn't do our best to fight back against The humbleless Crew. We even got two kills that we were entirely too proud of. Ohhhh man. Were we stoked. At some point the CEO of that corp contacted me and he informed us that we had balls for a nublet corp, resulting in an enormously swelled ego. But alas we were being crushed by the war and felt we needed to do something different. Along the way we tried to kill a Harbinger that belonged to an anti-pirate group in the Molden Heath region. We didn't find out it belonged to anti-pirates until they dropped a heavy freakin' BC fleet on our silly little heads. In true Butterfly Effect Trailer fashion wound up befriending The Black Dragon Elite after a bit of a chat and when we found our corp to be in a tight spot they offered us shelter with them.
Anti-Pirates in a corp with "Elite" in the name we became! And lo, did our egos swell once more.
And so my time in The Scarlet Inquisition began. I learned soooo much about the basics of EVE during my time there. Yet again my time there was short though I may have stayed longer if real life didn't get in the way of the other three members, Voodoo included.
Not knowing where else to go I decided to start my own corp, Kel' ein. The name was a reference to The Faded Sun Trilogy by C. J. Cherryh if you were wondering. We had maybe 8-10 members total and we were baaaaa-ad. Typical newbish "We are a small group of friends who want to someday own space in lowsec and even further down the road in null!" type corp. Only one of us had any substantial amount of SP and it wasn't even me. Either way we did alright for ourselves I guess, mining ops, missioning, roaming (read dying in fires), etc. Until the day we got wardecced o.0 AHHH!
Dammit all though if we didn't do our best to fight back against The humbleless Crew. We even got two kills that we were entirely too proud of. Ohhhh man. Were we stoked. At some point the CEO of that corp contacted me and he informed us that we had balls for a nublet corp, resulting in an enormously swelled ego. But alas we were being crushed by the war and felt we needed to do something different. Along the way we tried to kill a Harbinger that belonged to an anti-pirate group in the Molden Heath region. We didn't find out it belonged to anti-pirates until they dropped a heavy freakin' BC fleet on our silly little heads. In true Butterfly Effect Trailer fashion wound up befriending The Black Dragon Elite after a bit of a chat and when we found our corp to be in a tight spot they offered us shelter with them.
Anti-Pirates in a corp with "Elite" in the name we became! And lo, did our egos swell once more.
