Fiction Friday: Uplink Established

Korama V – Moon 20 – Ishukone Corporation Factory Station
352 Industries Corporate Offices
YC 115.05.11

“Where did all this ISK come from?”
“Before the died, our parents set up some hidden accounts that weren’t mentioned in their wills. I found them by accident.” Jaron replied casually as he leaned back on a couch in the center of the room.
“How?” Marrada asked, sitting up on the couch opposite him.
“I received some information from one of my contacts at Ishukone. The ISK was supposed to be given to us a couple of years ago, but with our parents dead, there was some red tape. Which actually worked to our advantage, as it meant the ISK collected more interest.”

“Wow. 5 Billion ISK was just sitting there collecting interest?”
Jaron chuckled. “No, not quite. It was more like 4 billion, but there was also some shares in a bunch of Echelon Entertainment Intellectual Properties which were all sold to Nugoeihuvi as part of their recent acquisition of several Echelon assets. That got us another billion.”
“So why has it just now been released to us?”
“That’s where my contact as Ishukone comes in. As administrator of the accounts, he offered to sell the shares to Nugoeihuvi. But only if all the red tape preventing the accounts from being handed over to us was cleared up. As the accounts were in our parents names, and they are dead, ownership is supposed to automatically revert to the corporation they worked for. But our parents planned for that and had a special clause written into the accounts, which meant that a large portion of the ISK had to be given to us.”

“My Ishukone contact was able to negotiate with a representative from Nugoeihuvi to have them buy all rights to the accounts for 5 billion ISK, which was paid out to me. This meant that ownership of and all rights to the accounts changed to Nugoeihuvi.”
“So now what?”
“The ISK is ours to keep and do what we want with. I’ve already transferred some to your accounts, as well as 352 Industries account. 500million ISK to each, I have another 500million set aside for Karras, as soon as CONCORD allows ISK transfers between Capsuleers and Cloned Soldiers, I’ll transfer it to his account. And of course, I spent about 500million ISK on those ships for you.”
“So how much do we still have?” Marrada asked with a smile.

Korama V – Moon 20 – Ishukone Corporation Factory Station
352 Industries Corporate Offices
YC 115.05.14

“Fuck, I hope they are still talking to me.” Karras mumbled to himself as he knocked on the door.
He took a deep breath then entered, looking around the room nervously.
An Achura female stood up and looked at him with a stern look on her face.
“Where the fuck have you been?” She asked.
“I, uh well..” Karras stuttered nervously.
After a couple of seconds, the female smiled. “How was Caldari Prime bro?”
Karras laughed. “Fucking hell Marrada, you scared me for a minute.”
The two siblings embraced each other in a hug, laughing as they did so.
From the shadows a voice called out, “Oi, either cut that shit out, or get over here and give me a hug too!”
“Jaron!” Karras rushed over and embraced his brother.
“We have a lot of catching up to do, starting with how you’ve been up to on Caldari Prime.”
“First, I have some news for you.” Karras interrupted his brother.
“I hope its good news.”

“I’ve been cleared for active duty again,” Karras said with a smile. “I’ll be deploying in the next couple of days, so you might see me around a bit more between deployments.”
“Fucking awesome bro! Any idea where you are deploying to?” Jaron asked
“Nope, Still waiting for my actual deployment orders from Seituoda Taskforce Command. But I think this first deployment will be to High Security space for about a week.”
“Why don’t you come work for 352 Industries?” Marrada inquired.
“Oh I plan to, but first I have to take part in this deployment. Some bullshit regulations. My combat record has been reset and while I have memories of being able to use some advanced equipment, I no longer know how to use it. I’ll be starting from scratch.” Karras sighed.
“That sucks man, isn’t there anything they could do?”
“Nope. One of the conditions of getting clearance to return to active duty is that I had to submit to a ‘brain scrub’, which is a procedure where they go into your brain and remove certain memories. Or in my case, they removed all my combat experience. I was told it’s similar to what happens to a Capsuleer when their capsule is breached and the clone they wake up in hasn’t been upgraded to accommodate their current level of knowledge.”

//
I bought a new PS3 this week. At the time of writing, it hasn’t arrived yet (the store I got it from didn’t have any, so one if being couriered from a store in another city) As a result, I’ll be able to start playing dust again, hence the return of Karras. I’m looking at putting together a couple of short stories on his adventures on Caldari Prime since we last saw him, but I want to be careful of not infringing on the lore and chronicles and want to it be believable.
I’m not happy with the first part of this story, but I can’t think of any other way to put it. It has been slightly altered from what I had originally planned to tie it into recent World News. I’m hoping that it is believable and fits in with the lore. Please point out in the comments any parts you think should be rewritten.
And for those who haven’t yet read Empyrean Age (WHY NOT?), I have drawn on a scene in a book where a Federation Navy officer is podded and loses “skill-points”. It’s a very good scene that provides some

Fiction

Removing Local Post #3463432532543534532

So, this is going to be a post about removing local. If you don’t like that, you can fuck off. On with the show!

The new System Scanner coming in Odessey have given me an idea. take the same shiny new 360 degree sweep, and apply it to the directional scanner. a full system scan that provides the same info as the current D-Scan. the Closer a ship is, the more info it provides. Exact distances for each step in intel provided can be determined by people way smarter than I am. I’m thinking something like four or five levels of intel. the most basic level of intel would be “there is someone in system” and provide standings info for that character. The next level of intel would tell you what ship they are in, provided it is uncloaked. Third, a rough estimate of their location in the system. Finally, would be ships that are on grid, exact distance and location.

It’s not perfect, and I fully expect people to poke holes in it in the comments, but that’s why I’m not a game designer. CCP can work out all the kinks and get it working properly. Then when it’s up on SiSi, we can all go and try it out and tell them how wrong they got it and how it’s terrible.

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Friday Fiction: Radio Silence

YC115.3.30
“Dude, what the fuck have you been up to lately?” An agitated Achur Male yelled into his comms device.
“Chill out bro, I’m on R&R.”
“Seriously? Why the fuck didn’t you call me sooner? I’ve been worried. The reports I’ve been hearing are not good. You need to get station side ASAP. Hitch a ride to Jolia, Core Complexion station, Marrada will meet you there and escort you to 352′s Corporate Lounge.” Jaron was starting to calm down.
“Hold up a minute and just calm down bro. I’m fine. And I’m already on my way to Jolia. But we have a lot to talk about when I get there. Bring booze.” Karras was calm and strait to the point.

YC115.3.31
Jolia 1 – Moon 1 – Core Complexion Inc. Factory
Sinq Laison
Three Achur, 2 male and one female were sitting around a large spacious lounge. With them was a female Deteis. All four were drinking and laughing together as they shared stories from their childhood and talked about their more recent adventures among the stars of New Eden.
“So Karras, what the fuck have you been up to lately? We were starting to get worried that something had happened to you.” Marrada was first to bring up the subject.
“It’s a bit of a long story, and you aren’t going to like some of it.” Karras replied sternly.
“Then start talking Kar.” Jaron said, with a tone that implied it was time to stop mucking around. “As much as I’d like to stay and chat for a month or two, I actually have shit to do, and need to make some ISK. With Ambein retiring planet side for the foreseeable future, it’s just us four now. That gutless bitch Lengram won’t be around much longer, she’s going back to Amarr Prime to join the church or some shit. Don’t know exactly, don’t fucking care either.” Jaron spat the last sentence, a look of disgust on his face.

“Okay fine.” Karras said after a couple of minutes. “Six months ago, there were rumors that we were deployed in Jove space. The NEOCOM star map we had showed that we were in Stain but the battle location information was showing some Jove system. It was a bug, I don’t know where we were, but its wasn’t Jove space, the stars in the sky, when we could see them, put us some where in Null Sec. I was never bothered by it enough to actually investigate.” Karras took a deep breath, before continuing.
“That was around about when you guys last heard from me. About a month after that, a couple of months before the end of the year, while I was on deployment, my clone failed to activate.” Everyone in the room gasped as Karras paused to let what he had just said sink in.

“One second I was in the middle of a battle, getting shot at, and the next I was in a medical bay a couple of months later, being poked and prodded by doctors and scientists.” Karras sighed.
“I didn’t know what was going on, but once they noticed that I was awake, everyone stopped. Then one of them pulled out a comms device, said something and moments later about 5 armed Seituoda Taskforce Command soldiers entered the room, followed by some high ranking officer. I can’t remember much, the doc’s had pumped me full of drugs and they were messing with my head.”

Karras took another sip of his drink before continuing.
“They basically told me that i wasn’t to breath a word of anything I’d done in the last 12 month’s to anyone or they would have all my clones destroyed and terminate me.”
“Oh god. Don’t tell me…” Jaron started.
“Fuck yes I did!” Karras interrupted him.
“I was not going to lie there and be threatened. I’m fucking 7 feet tall and could have beaten the shit out of everyone in that room before they could stop me. If it wasn’t for the drugs.” Karras laughed.
“You should have seen the look on that CO’s face when I sat up in the bed and stared him straight in the eye. He damn near shat his pants on the spot. He was nervous for the rest of the day after that.”

“So what happened?” Mila spoke softly
“I have no fucking clue. They won’t tell me. After I woke up, and the doctors had completed some test to make sure i was okay, Seituoda Taskforce Command Officer debriefed me. Well, sort of. He told me that there had been a problem with one of my clones, and filled me in on the date. Then he told me I was in lock down and to observe radio silence unless Command said otherwise. About a month ago, my lock down was lifted and I was told that I would be put back on active duty and would be able to start taking part in contracts and deploying planet side. I told them to fuck off.” Karras smiled.
“You need to learn to keep your temper in check bro. It’s going to get you through in jail.” Jaron playfully punched his brother on the arm as he said this.

“Yeah, that’s kinda why I’m here. A week ago, I received orders that I was to report to my CO for an assignment. When I got to my CO’s office, I got given my travel papers. My CO told me that I was clearly stressed by recent events and that I was being relieved from duty and placed on indefinite leave for R&R. I have to report in once a week and keep them updated on where I am. It’s a pain in the ass, but its better than being copped up in my quarters with fuck all to do all day.”
“What are you going to do?” Marrada asked.
“Well, now that I’ve caught up with you, and let you know that I’m still alive, I’m going to head to Luminaire, and see what I can do to help with the Caldari Prime relief effort. I can grab some drop suits and shit and do some freelance security work while I’m down that. The suits will also help with transporting supplies.”
“Sweet. I’m working on putting together a supply package to deliver to Caldari Prime, you can accompany the shipment. I’m sure you can find transport to the surface once you get to Luminaire.” Marrada said hapily.

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Fiction Friday: Bean Counting

YC115.3.26
Jolia 1 – Moon 1 – Core Complexion Inc. Factory
Sinq Laison

The room was dimly lit. Three sofa’s – each big enough to seat 3 or 4 people – were arranged in a crescent shape in shallow pit in the rooms center. In front of each sofa was an oval table. The table’s were littered with print outs of financial data, account statements, contracts and several data pads containing even more data. Five Holo-Screens were set up beyond the tables, each displaying a different graph.

“We are bleeding money Marrada. There is no way about it.” Jaron Hearn sighed deeply. “I wish it wasn’t so, but that’s the reality of our situation. Hopefully this new deployment that Order of the void is going on will help, but I can’t make any promises.”
“I know, it’s just so frustrating.” Marrada conceded. “And with CONCORD having suspended my License, I couldn’t even do anything to help the Corp, I was reduced to a fucking receptionist. But now that shit is sorted and I my NEOCOM is working again, I can monitor things much easier. I still need to find us a new office here in Jolia, or at least somewhere near by.”

“We should have kept the corp here in Jolia, the move to Osmon, and then to Eldulf cost us a chunk of ISK, And the Eldulf office was an unnecessary expense.” Jaron replied.
Mila stood up and turned to the other two. “Look, I don’t have a fucking clue when it comes to this sort of shit, but it’s clear to me that we need to get more income. I think we have to face up to the fact that we need more pilots.”
Jaron sighed. “It’s not as simple as that Mila. We don’t exactly have anything to offer anyone at the moment. Maybe one Marrada can fly some decent ships we might, but until then, It’s just going to be the two of you once I leave on deployment with Order of the Void.”
“I wish I knew what that shithead Merc Karras was up to. If we had him here, we could be leaching a bit of ISK from him to help keep things ticking over.”

“Your Drake loss yesterday Jaron, tel me about that.” Marrada asked nervously.
‘Not much to say really. Got jumped by a Legion while fighting off some Sleepers in Anoikis. By the time I knew he was there, he had me webbed, pointed and neuted. I wasn’t going anywhere. At the same time, my Alliance mates who were in the same system registered multiple contacts on d-scan, I called abandon ship before my shields even started taking hit from the enemy fleet. All escape pods were able to safely make it to a friendly star base that some members of the Alliance were staging out of, and I went back in and picked them up in an Ibis.” Jaron informed.
“Well that’s good. I don’t know if we could have taken the hit from life insurance payouts.”

“We need to sort out what we are going to do about the Caldari Prime situation. What is our official stance? I’m noticing Galnet activity picking up in regards to who is loyal to who, do we want to make a statement about that?” Marrada changed the subject
“For now, we wait. If the time comes, then we declare our loyalty to Ishukone. The state as an empire can go fuck itself. Heth is going to either run it into the ground, or get everyone killed in a War the State can’t afford.” Jaron said, getting agitated at the end.
“Calm down a bit bro, don’t let the prick get to you.”
“Mens Repola has the right idea.” Mila said.

Fiction

Two Posts in one day? Am I on crack?

No, I am not on crack.

So some of you may have guessed from my last post that I am retiring one of my Alts. I’m not going to biomass him, but for the time being, I don’t plan to log him in anymore after this weekend. His storyline as far as RP is concerned has come to an end, I will be updating his Evelopedia page to reflect this. He his currently in FWEDDIT, and I will leave him there for the time being as it will make consolidating his assets easier (when I eventually get around to doing so). He will probably be booted for inactivity at some point in the future, at which point I’ll move him over to my alt corp where he will stay for the rest of eternity.

It wasn’t easy for me to make this decision, but he just doesn’t fit in with what I want to do with my main character, or my second account, which I have just reactivated. I have some things planned, some of which fit in with the live events and storyline stuff that CCP is running right now. And some of which I’m hoping to use to influence CCP to make changes to the game.

All in all, it feels good to be back to a multi-account setup, I am planning on setting up the second account to be funded by PLEX. Stay tuned for more blogging activity, I’m looking at trying to post at least once a week with a post going over recent events, both in character and out of character, and I would like to get back to having a fiction post each week, this would most likely be on Fridays.

Fly Safe (or not, what ever. I don’t give a shit.)

Misc

Nap Time

YC 110
“And what would you like your alias to be Mr Rangioto?” Asked the CONCORD Licencing Agent.
“What do you mean my Alias?” Asked the irate Vherokior.
“Well you see, there are Trillions of people in the Cluster, so in order to prevent duplicate names, which would screw up our systems, all pilots have to chose an alias. It has ot be unique or the system won’t accept it. When you have picked one, I’ll run it through the system and if it comes up green, then it is available for use.” The agent replied calmly. If you would like, I can provide you with a copy of the official CONCORD Naming guidelines to review while you decide.” He added.
“Sure, whatever.” Snapped the Minmatar, getting inpatient.

As the new Pilot sat down to review the guidelines he thought back to his childhood.
A group of kids were playing in a feild while another sat under a tree reading various technical manuals. “Come on dude, don’t be such a bore, come play with us.” One of the older children called out to him.
“No thanks,” he politely replied, “I’ll stick to my reading”
“Man, why do you have ot be so boring? You put people to sleep with the shit you talk about. Come play some games.”
“Hey, maybe we should start calling him Ambien. Because just like the drug, he puts people to sleep” Called out another of the children.

The pilot walked up to the agent, having made up his mind. “I think I’ll go with Ambien.” He said.
“I’m sorry sir, but that name is invalid, please choose something else.” The agent said calmly.
“Shit. What if you switch the I and E around?”
“Already taken I’m afraid.”
“Fuck. I suppose no variations of that are available then. Might as well call myself Ambein Flambein or something stupid like like that.” He said angrily.
“That name is available sir, in case you were wondering.”
“Fuck it, it will have to do.”

YC115
“Mr Rangioto. Welcome Back to Hek V.” The old Minmatar was smiling from ear to ear, as if he was greeting an old friend.
“No need to be so formal, Lars. I haven’t heard that name in years. But thank you, it is good to be home at last.” Ambein shook his friends hand before embracing him in a hug. “And I intend to be here for quite some time.”
Being back on the planet he grew up on gave Ambein a sense of relief that nothing else could. He felt safer here than he did locked in his pod.
As he walked with his friend from the shuttle port towards the LAV that would take them back to the village they both called home, Ambein took a moment to breath in the planetary air. As polluted as it was, it still tasted better than the recycled air of a space station.

“Tell me old friend, how have your journeys been?” Lars asked as he climbed into the drivers seat of the LAV.
“Well, judging by the lack of rust on this thing, and the fact that it is clearly a Caldari Onikuma, I think you already know part of the answer to that, I’m glad to see you haven’t wasted the ISK I sent.”
Lars laughed. “Yeah. The whole village was in shook when we got the message. We spent about a month verifying that it was legit before we touched it. We still have most of it, other than this LAV, and some new farming and agricultural equipment, we haven’t really bought anything. Everyone got a couple of sets of new clothes, and the rest of the ISK has been sitting in an account.”
“Well, lets see how fast this thing can go. Floor it Lars.”
“Only if you tell me what the fuck is up with this ‘Ambein’ shit.”
“Deal.”

Fiction

Cunning Plans: Not that Cunning.

So an update on the whole “fuck it ima be a DJ” thing. It kinda fell flat on its face. I didn’t have access to software that i was familiar enough with that has the features required (if that even makes sense.) Basically, the program that i had planned on using was a free version and lacked the features I would need to actually broadcast, while the soft I had that could broadcast had me thinking “what the fuck is this” as I had no idea how to use it.

I was all set, got through the interview process, had something of a plan for my trial show and discovered that i couldn’t broadcast with the software i had done all my prep work with. I had intended to then spend a week getting to know the other software, but ended up with an RL job. So I never got around to rescheduling my trial show and ended up asking that my application be closed. At some point, I’ll give it another go, but for now, I have so much happening IRL that even finding the time to blog is hard (Okay, that’s only half true, I just can’t be fucked writing a blog post most of the time. There’s only like 6 of you who actually follow this thing and none of you have threatened to pop me if I don’t post more)

I put an alt into Fweddit a couple of months back, but am expecting him to be purged for inactivity. I took a bit of a break from EVE and up until today have only been logging in to keep my skill queue ticking over. Fweddit are a great bunch of people and I enjoyed flying with them back when i was actually playing. However, my mains Alliance has some interesting things going on right now that are drawing me back in, and as both characters are on the same account, I might have to do some time juggling to make it work, if i decide to keep going with the alt and not just relegate him to keeping my training queue going. I have suspended training on my main as his clone costs are starting to make me not want to PvP with him at all. Once I have the FW Alts skills where I want them (which will take a while) I have a third character on my account that I originally created to sell off, so I’ll go back to training her up, then sell her and make some ISK. But for now the FW alt gets all the attention.

I’m thinking of trying to write a book about my characters escapades. There would likely be little actual in game events in the book, but it could provide a lot of back story and help to explain some of the stuff I have written on his Evelopedia page. And if its good enough, CCP might even give me permission to publish sell it. If not, I will publish it as a free eBook. I have a few ideas and would involve not just my main Eve character, but his sister and her girlfriend (main and alt on my second, currently inactive, account, respectively) and his brother (main dust character, currently inactive due to not having a PS3 that works). I already have a couple of story ideas floating around my head, I just need to find a way to write them down that makes enough sense to me that I can work with them.

One last thing before I go back to hiding under my rock. I am attempting to organize an EVE player meet in Wellington for June. Spread the word to all you’re Kiwi corp and Alliance mates, or come over yourself! The thread can be found here. I hope to see lots of people there, and if you come, you can punch me in the face for writing such a terrible blog.

Misc

Yet Another Cunning Plan

I have a habit of coming up with lots of crazy schemes. All of them are shit and none of them actually lead to anything. Except when I decided to hold a fiction contest and have now ended up with a blog. Past examples include my attempt to own one of every vertical ship in EVE, which ended with me selling the Myrm I had, an attempt to get 352 Scorpion Class Battleships which I am still intent on doing but have so far failed to get even a single Scorpion and my dead in the water plan for setting up a combat league to try and compete with the likes of Red vs Blue. This shall be no different.

I am thinking of applying for a DJ position at Eve Radio. Like actually seriously thinking about it. I have already downloaded some free DJing software and am currently trying to work out how to use the program. More specifically, I am looking at a weekly talk show run during downtime, complete with guests and a bit of music. I’m still working out the details in my head before I officially approach Eve Radio with my proposal. But I don’t know yet if it is something I want to commit to fully on my own so if anyone else is interested please flick me an Eve mail. I’ll also probably talk to some of the existing Eve Radio DJ’s about their experience and thoughts

Misc

DJ Skorp?

Today I got the chance to be a guest on Eve Radio with DJ Wiggles putting out a call for help to on twitter as he was filling in for DJ FunkyBacon who was stuck at work. But Wiggles needed people to talk to, so I humbly offered to be a guest on the show, mostly as a joke. An hour later and I was hanging out on the Eve Radio Teamspeak server chatting away with Wiggles and a bunch of other cool people.

The show kicked off at 00:00 GMT. Two hours was far too short but I had a great time regardless and I look forward to the opportunity to be a part of more shows in the future. I don’t think I’ll be applying for a DJ position myself as that requires too much effort but I am thinking about looking into the possibility of co-hosting or just being a regular guest.

Thanks again to DJ Wiggles and the Eve Radio team for letting me shit up your station and I would be remiss if I didn’t mention that Eve Radio is always looking for donations to help keep them on the air. (No they didn’t pay me to say that)

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PLAYER Owned Structures: Why CCP Is Wrong

You are probably wondering why i capitalized the word “Player” in the title of this post. it’s because I think that is what CCP is missing. The “Official” in-game name for them is “Starbases” or “Starbase Structures”. But that’s just a lore thing. Everyone calls them POS’s, or PLAYER Owned Structure’s. I just did it again. Why? because despite the name, that’s not who actually uses them. What I mean by that, is that except in a very small number of cases, it’s Corporations and even Alliances that are using them. Yes players are the ones managing them. But how many players can say they own their own structure? Almost fucking zero.

They are owned by Corporations and usually paid for by Corporations. And unless you are in a player Corporation, you can’t have one. And even then, the mess that is Corp Roles means you have to jump through like a million hoops and have about 50 different roles to be able to make use of it. And unless you are in a one person Corp on your own, or are the CEO and have no directors in your Corp, you still don’t have sole control over it as a player. CEO’s and Directors automatically have the roles required to go and fuck with your POS. Or they can give someone else the roles to fuck with it for them. Have 5 people in Corp that all have their own POS set up? Each of those 5 people, plus any Directors and the CEO can still go can fuck with each others stuff.

CCP needs to decouple the POS mechanics from Corporations. Make it easier for individual players to have a POS without having to jump through hoops and get permission from their CEO. If this were to happen, I’m 100% certain that more players would start using this feature. There would have to be other changes made to prevent people from sitting in NPC Corp’s with a completely immune POS. One suggestion to prevent this is to use the fact that CrimeWatch is no longer a jumbled piece of shit and create a new flag for structures that makes them attack-able outside of War-Dec’s.

I understand that having access to a POS is an incentive for joining a player Corporation and that allowing those in NPC Corp’s to have them would change this, with that in mind, perhaps CCP could start by removing all the role requirements from POS’s. Let me set up and run my own POS without jumping through so many fucking hoops. Then let me, the PLAYER, decide how much access I want my Corp mates to have. While you are at it, let me put up a personal POS in High Sec based entirely on my own faction standings, don’t punish me because other members of the Corp ran missions for a different faction than me before I even met them (or didn’t run missions at all). If someone wants to anchor a POS for the Corp, then do the check for Corp standings. And if I change Corp’s, let me take my personal POS with me without having to take it down and put it back up again. Put the PLAYER back in Player Owned Structure.

Or, make a new type of Structure that I as an individual player can call my own. Basically player housing.

Or not. But don’t fucking tell me not enough people use the feature to warrant the Dev time needed for a complete overhaul without looking at the reasons why its not used. Make Personal POS’s possible without all the hoops and you will find more people use them. Which will mean more demand for Ice products and PI. Which is good for everyone. This could be a huge boost to industry, and would make it worth putting effort into a complete POS overhaul. POS’s affect more than just the people directly using them.

Okay, that got a little bit out of hand. But now you know how I feel. Also, I’m not dead and neither is the Blog, I’ve just been busy with other things, taking a break from EVE and haven’t really had anything to say that required a blog post until now.

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